I Don't Want to Have a Baby with You - Chapter 6
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Song Tai barely managed to calm herself, her long, thick lashes damp with tears. She opened her eyes and pulled down the nightgown that had been pushed up to her waist.
Qu Fengyue remained kneeling on the carpet, a suspiciously glistening trail still lingering on her lips. Unable to ignore it, Song Tai reached for a tissue from the side table and handed it to her.
Qu Fengyue took the tissue but seized the opportunity to grasp Song Tai’s wrist, pressing her cheek into her palm and nuzzling against it. Her eyes sparkled as she looked up eagerly, her tone almost begging for praise: “Sister, was I good just now?”
This time had been much more comfortable than the last—probably because of the position.
Though Qu Fengyue’s movements were just as reckless as before, leaving Song Tai somewhat overwhelmed, the dominant angle had given her the illusion that she could control the pace.
Song Tai absently stroked her cheek, still catching her breath, the corners of her lips curling slightly as she smiled and casually praised her: “Not bad.”
Qu Fengyue immediately brightened, her round, puppy-like eyes crinkling as she wrapped her arms around Song Tai’s waist and nuzzled against her stomach.
Song Tai’s throat felt dry—whether from the intensity of their earlier encounter or something else, she wasn’t sure. She wanted to push Qu Fengyue away to pour herself a glass of water.
As she stood, she glanced down and suddenly noticed a damp stain on Qu Fengyue’s shirt collar.
Probably from their earlier position, accidentally smeared there.
Song Tai’s gaze lingered for a moment.
Qu Fengyue followed her line of sight and instantly realized what it was, flushing slightly as she murmured, “Sorry…”
Song Tai almost laughed. She didn’t understand why Qu Fengyue was blushing—wasn’t she the one who had initiated it?
And she hadn’t exactly held back when she’d bitten her earlier.
Cutting off the apology, Song Tai replied in a slightly hoarse voice, “It’s fine. Go pick something from my closet to change into.”
Qu Fengyue obeyed, standing up obediently before hesitantly asking, “Any one is okay?”
Song Tai, holding her glass of water, gave an absentminded hum as she leaned back against the sofa, her knees and waist still weak. She rubbed her kneecaps, thinking—next time, we can’t do this position again.
Qu Fengyue soon emerged from the room, now dressed in fresh clothes, though she tugged at the fabric awkwardly.
Hearing the footsteps, Song Tai turned to look—and froze when she saw the shirt Qu Fengyue was wearing.
It was an all-too-familiar mist-gray blouse, its collar adorned with two satin ribbons loosely tied, revealing a glimpse of collarbone.
It fit perfectly.
But it was Qu Fengling’s shirt.
Song Tai’s mind blanked for a second before she snapped coldly, “Where did you find that?”
Hadn’t she removed all of Qu Fengling’s clothes from the closet?
Aside from the study, there shouldn’t be any trace of Qu Fengling left in the entire house.
Qu Fengyue had been about to ask if the shirt looked good on her, but the harshness in Song Tai’s tone startled her, leaving her flustered. “This one isn’t okay? I just picked one at random. I’ll go change right now—don’t be angry, sister.”
Seeing her look as though she’d been scolded, Song Tai abruptly cooled down, realizing she’d overreacted.
“Never mind, it’s fine.” She hadn’t specified earlier, after all.
Maybe she hadn’t cleaned thoroughly enough and had missed this one.
She pinched the bridge of her nose.
This outfit probably hadn’t been worn by Qu Fengling—it was still new.
Moreover, Qu Fengyue wearing this shirt bore no resemblance to Qu Fengling.
Qu Fengling had a gentle temperament, carrying the charm of a mature woman. Whether paired with suit pants or a skirt, she always exuded a warm yet distant aura.
Qu Fengyue, on the other hand, had an innocent and somewhat docile air about her, lacking that same impression.
Song Tai forced herself to calm down, set down the water glass, and stood up to adjust the two satin ribbons at Qu Fengyue’s collar. Softly, she said, “I’m not angry.”
“You look beautiful in this.”
Qu Fengyue let out a quiet “oh,” her eyes brimming with affection for Song Tai. Easily placated, she grabbed Song Tai’s sleeve, stealing glances at her expression before cautiously asking, “Can I stay? Sister, can I spend the night here?”
Song Tai refused immediately. “No. There’s no extra room.”
She wasn’t lying—there was no guest room in the house. From the very beginning, she and Qu Fengling had never prepared one.
Neither of them liked having other people in their home.
And, with a cold detachment, Song Tai thought that her relationship with Qu Fengyue hadn’t reached the point where an overnight stay was appropriate—even though it was already quite late.
Song Tai glanced out the window at the gradually brightening city lights and stood up. “I’ll call you a cab.”
Qu Fengyue let out another “oh,” clearly disappointed but seemingly unsurprised by the answer. She quickly followed up with, “Then can I come again next time?”
Song Tai replied, “We’ll see.”
The elevator had arrived, but Qu Fengyue lingered, staring at her pleadingly.
Song Tai relented. “Fine.”
Qu Fengyue instantly beamed at her, eyes sparkling.
It gave Song Tai the impression that Qu Fengyue hadn’t actually been aiming to stay the night—the second question had been her real goal all along.
Qu Fengyue fidgeted shyly. “Then… can I kiss you one more time?”
Song Tai didn’t refuse, offering her a gentle smile.
Qu Fengyue leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to her lips.
Then, her face flushed crimson, she stammered a hurried goodbye and darted into the closing elevator doors.
Song Tai turned, shut the door, and leaned against it, her legs weak. The sensation of Qu Fengyue’s fervent kiss still lingered on her skin—no, deeper than that.
It wasn’t purely a physical feeling. There was something psychological mixed in.
A kind of pleasure, perhaps.
Like when Qu Fengyue had wrapped an arm around her waist, gripped her wrist, her trembling breath hot against Song Tai’s skin, making her shiver—when they had tangled together, lost in instinctive physical pleasure, when Qu Fengyue had kissed her fiercely—
The couch beneath them had been chosen together with Qu Fengling. So had the soft, cream-patterned throw blanket.
Everything in this home was tied to Qu Fengling. Her presence still lingered everywhere, wrapping around Song Tai like a tightly woven net.
Yet she had no power over Song Tai now.
The illusion of doing these things under Qu Fengling’s watchful gaze sent a sharper, more triumphant thrill through her—so intense it made her tremble with excitement.
Song Tai couldn’t help but smile faintly.
Her throat felt dry again. Thirsty, she poured herself another glass of water and was about to sit on the couch when she looked up—
And accidentally met the dark, unblinking eye of a camera.
At some unknown time, the camera had been moved onto the low cabinet opposite the sofa, staring blankly straight at it, its dim light flickering. It was as if someone was silently watching her through that tiny lens, observing the steamy intimacy that had just unfolded on the sofa…
Song Tai’s movements abruptly froze. She took a step back, her spine trembling as a wave of cold sweat crept up her back.