It’s About You (GL High H) - Chapter 15

Xing Enxi finally caught her breath.

The flush on her face had not yet fully faded, as if a thin layer of rouge had been applied. The hazy mist in her eyes had dissipated somewhat, but her whole body still slumped softly into the sofa.

She turned her head slightly, avoiding Wanqi Lang’s finger poking at her cheek, while the tips of her ears remained pink.

Wanqi Lang had no strength left either and felt too lazy to move, so she simply stayed in that position, with one leg boldly draped over Xing Enxi’s thigh like a cat claiming its territory. Her fingers, unable to stay idle, began to idly twirl a few strands of Xing Enxi’s hair that had scattered on the sofa armrest.

“Hey,” Wanqi Lang’s voice carried a weary hoarseness, “I just saw you enjoying it so much a moment ago—why aren’t you saying anything now?”

Xing Enxi’s body stiffened for a moment, but she made no sound, merely burying her face deeper into the sofa backrest.

Wanqi Lang watched her slightly reddened ear emerge, and an itchy urge stirred in her heart once more.

She leaned closer, resting her chin on Xing Enxi’s shoulder, deliberately puffing warm breath against the curve of her ear: “Are you angry?”

Xing Enxi felt tickled by the breath and shrank her neck, but still said nothing.

“Tsk, so petty.” Wanqi Lang huffed, her fingers shifting to pinch Xing Enxi’s earlobe instead. That earlobe felt soft, slightly swollen from her earlier sucking and biting.

“Then next time, we’ll try something else.” She deliberately lowered her voice further, coaxing Xing Enxi in a seductive tone.

Xing Enxi finally reacted a little, her shoulder twitching slightly: “…There won’t be a next time.”

“Oh?” Wanqi Lang raised an eyebrow, her fingers sliding down along the curve of her ear and gently scraping over the outline of her cheek. “Really none? Then who was it just now who clung to me and wouldn’t let go?”

Earlier, during Xing Enxi’s climax, she had gripped the back of Wanqi Lang’s nightgown so tightly that she nearly tore the fabric.

Xing Enxi’s face burned even hotter, and she whipped her head around to glare at her fiercely: “You… shut up!”

In that turn, their faces ended up inches apart, close enough to count each other’s eyelashes.

Wanqi Lang gazed at her eyes, misty with moisture, and at her swollen, moist lips, and the spark in her heart flared up again. Unable to resist, she leaned in and quickly pecked the corner of her mouth, like a little bird snatching food.

“Fine, fine, I’ll shut up.” Wanqi Lang said she would shut up, but the sly smile on her face betrayed her mischief, and her fingers grew restless, slipping directly into the open collar of Xing Enxi’s shirt to accurately pinch the n1pple on the soft flesh inside, which had not yet fully softened.

“So… little Xi, you call the shots—want to go again?” She deliberately grazed the sensitive tip lightly with her nail.

“Mm…” Xing Enxi shuddered from the sudden assault, her body just having calmed down, yet that familiar tingling sensation surged up again; she grew annoyed and wanted to swat away that wicked hand.

Just as the atmosphere between them threatened to heat up once more—

An untimely phone ringtone erupted abruptly.

It came from her backup phone dedicated to work calls, which she always kept on both ring and vibrate.

Xing Enxi jolted in fright and immediately tried to spring up from Wanqi Lang to reach for the phone.

“Shh—don’t move!” Wanqi Lang reacted swiftly, clamping down hard on Xing Enxi’s waist with one arm while her other hand darted down again to activate the pink little seashell vibrator, pressing it once more against Xing Enxi’s still-sensitive and moist cl!toris.

“Ah!” Xing Enxi’s body shook violently, a suppressed gasp escaping her throat in a distorted tone as she tried to squirm away but could not.

The vibrations continued to torment the sensitive spot, making Xing Enxi feel as if she were going mad, especially with that damned phone still ringing insistently.

Wanqi Lang freed one hand, stretched out her arm, and snatched the phone from the floor, shoving it against Xing Enxi’s chest.

“Answer it.” Wanqi Lang murmured against her scorching ear, issuing the command. “Hold it together—don’t give yourself away.”

As she spoke, her fingers wickedly applied a bit more pressure.

Xing Enxi bit down hard on her lower lip; she did not even know why she obeyed Wanqi Lang so readily in this situation, when thinking had become impossible.

Summoning every ounce of willpower she possessed, she tremblingly swiped to answer and pressed the phone tightly to her ear.

“Hello… Assistant Li.” She struggled to keep her voice steady, though a careful listener could detect the faint tremor, and beads of sweat trickled down from her temple along her hairline.

“Enxi jie, that Xu Zong from yesterday changed her mind again—she just emailed saying the agreed-upon profit split needs optimization on two more points, and she wants to add an exclusive agency right too. What a lion’s mouth—how should we handle this?”

Assistant Li’s voice poured out like machine-gun fire from the receiver.

Xing Enxi felt dizzy; it was this damn contract flipping at the last minute, and of all times, right now—she itched with anger.

But what truly broke her was that devil Wanqi Lang, who had behaved for less than three seconds before her hand slipped back into the open shirt, seizing her n1pple and twisting it with force.

“Hiss!” Xing Enxi drew in a sharp breath, nearly flinging the phone away, but she caught herself and clamped her hand over her mouth, forcing the uncontrollable moan back down her throat.

“Enxi jie? What’s wrong? Is the signal bad?”

Assistant Li sounded puzzled at the intermittent transmission of her voice.

“No… it’s nothing, I just almost tripped.” Xing Enxi answered quickly; she vented her fury by kicking Wanqi Lang’s calf hard with her one free foot.

Wanqi Lang let out a muffled grunt from the kick, but it only spurred her on further.

She lowered her head and took the neglected n1pple on the other side into her mouth. Her soft tongue tip licked forcefully, and her teeth even nipped at the painfully hardened tip.

“Mm—” Xing Enxi felt darkness close in before her eyes as her body trembled wildly; waves of pleasure crashed over her fragile nerves like a tsunami, and she bit down hard on the back of her hand while the spot below tormented by the seashell’s vibrations itched to an excruciating degree.

“Enxi jie?” Assistant Li’s voice rang like a death knell.

“Listen!” Xing Enxi forced her voice to sound calm, unconsciously laced with severity. “Stick to the final confirmed profit split—not a single point changes! If she… if she wants to back out, go with the penalty clause, take a hard line, ha…”

“Ah? Oh… oh! Got it, Enxi jie! I’ll handle it right away!” Assistant Li jumped at the sudden burst of temper and quickly agreed.

“Go now!” Xing Enxi did not wait for more from the other end and abruptly hung up.

She flung the phone to the floor like a hot potato.

“Wan! Qi! Lang!” The moment the call ended, Xing Enxi could no longer hold back; she twisted her head, glaring at the woman still savoring her wretched state with equal parts fury and shame. “You bastard, you’ve got some nerve!”

Wanqi Lang’s heart skipped at the fierce look, but her smile remained infuriatingly smug: “What? The call’s over—on to the next step.”

Xing Enxi’s gaze swept around and landed on a decorative thin leather waist chain of Wanqi Lang’s draped over a low stool beside the sofa.

She snatched up the thin leather strap, her eyes sharpening as she fixed them on the disheveled Wanqi Lang.

“You… what are you going to do?” Wanqi Lang shrank back warily.

“On your knees.” Xing Enxi’s voice issued the cold, hard command.