It’s About You (GL High H) - Chapter 19

Wanqi Lang felt utterly frustrated—too frustrated! This was her bar, her home turf!

She could no longer hold back. With a sharp smack, she slammed the empty glass down on the bar.

“Done chatting yet?” Wanqi Lang’s face hardened, her voice full of irritation. “You treating this place like the Shen Zhiwei fan club?”

She rolled up her sleeves. “Watch closely. Today, the boss herself will show you a thing or two.”

She slipped behind the bar, grabbed a shaker, added ice, measured out the liquor, and shook it vigorously. The shaker flipped up and down in her hands as the ice cubes clinked crisply against each other.

Finally, she poured the drink into three chilled slender glasses. She picked up the blowtorch, ignited the surface, and blue flames licked over the thin lemon slices perched on the rims, instantly leaving caramel-colored patterns and a toasty aroma.

“There you go—’Midnight Blue Flame.’ Enjoy.” Wanqi Lang pushed the three cocktails toward them.

Chen Zui’s eyes lit up as she praised her sincerely. “Lang, your skills are incredible.”

Xing Enxi lifted her glass, leaned in to sniff it, and then took a small sip.

The cool, complex fruit notes and the rich liquor exploded on her tongue in distinct layers.

“What do you think?” Wanqi Lang leaned forward slightly, staring intently at Xing Enxi with eyes full of eager anticipation, like a big dog waiting for praise.

Xing Enxi set down her glass and nodded seriously. “Delicious. Turns out you have real skill with your hands too.”

Chen Zui, in the middle of a sip, caught a different flavor in those words.

Wanqi Lang desperately wanted to clap a hand over her mouth. This jerk—what kind of nonsense was she spouting right in front of Chen Zui!

Wanqi Lang felt both embarrassed and anxious. She pointed at Xing Enxi, her voice pitching higher. “What do you mean ‘skill with your hands’? Xing Enxi, stop saying such weird things!”

Her flustered explanations only made it sound more like she was covering something up.

Xing Enxi watched her bristle and felt thoroughly amused.

“I meant your bartending,” she said with utterly innocent eyes. “Why are you getting so worked up?”

“Pfft…” Chen Zui finally lost her composure, covering her mouth as she laughed out loud before quickly ducking her head to pretend to drink.

Wanqi Lang felt the world go dark before her eyes. This woman was too wicked, digging a pit for her to fall into.

The atmosphere lightened completely. The three of them sipped the potent Midnight Blue Flame and occasionally chatted about inconsequential topics.

The drinks ran low. Chen Zui set down her glass, her face carrying a tipsy flush. “I should head back. Thanks for the drinks.”

She stood up and looked at Wanqi Lang with sincere eyes. “Lang, take care.”

She wondered when they would meet again.

She nodded to Xing Enxi too. “Miss Xing, goodbye.”

“Mm, take care.”

With Chen Zui gone, the bar left only Wanqi Lang still stewing in silence and Xing Enxi with a smile playing on her lips.

And Old Zhang, playing dead.

Wanqi Lang turned her back to Xing Enxi as she cleared the glasses, her whole body screaming “stay away from me.”

Xing Enxi stayed away and stood up. “Going to the restroom.”

Wanqi Lang’s ears twitched, and a bubble of mischief bubbled up in her mind.

Xing Enxi, you said my skills sucked? Time to show you right now—turns out I can top too!

She turned around and feigned a stumble. “Wait… wait, I need to go too. The drinks have me a bit dizzy…”

She reached out and grabbed Xing Enxi’s wrist in one swift motion.

Xing Enxi did not call out her fake drunkenness and let her pull her toward the restrooms.

The place bustled with people, but with the arrow already nocked, Wanqi Lang yanked Xing Enxi along with renewed vigor, her steps quickening as she barreled straight for the empty stall in the middle.

Bewildered, Xing Enxi got shoved inside by Wanqi Lang’s pulling and dragging.

The narrow space filled with the two of them, the air thick with the mix of disinfectant, booze, and perfume.

Xing Enxi’s back hit the cold partition as she got pushed, her brows furrowing slightly. “Wanqi Lang, you…”

“Shh—” Wanqi Lang immediately pressed a finger to Xing Enxi’s lips and pressed her body close, her eyes gleaming strikingly in the dim light.

“Didn’t you complain about my handiwork?” Wanqi Lang murmured into her ear. “Now I’ll let you see for yourself if it’s any good.”

As she spoke, she slowly unbuttoned Xing Enxi’s shirt.

Xing Enxi’s pupils contracted; she had not expected Wanqi Lang to be so bold with people still out there.

“Wanqi Lang! Stop messing around!” Xing Enxi warned in a hushed voice.

“Scared now?” Wanqi Lang licked her lips smugly as her other hand deftly slipped under the waistband of Xing Enxi’s pants.

But Wanqi Lang had no idea how enticing she looked in that moment. Xing Enxi’s gaze drifted down slightly to her moist red lips, and further down revealed her cleavage.

Xing Enxi narrowed her eyes as desire stirred. She seized Wanqi Lang’s two hands and lifted them up, then turned the tables by pinning her against the wall.

“Urgh! You…” Wanqi Lang gasped in shock.

Xing Enxi easily pinned both of Wanqi Lang’s wrists with one hand and gripped her delicate jaw with the other, forcing her mouth open. She leaned down and kissed her fiercely, silencing all her exclamations.

“Mm—!” Wanqi Lang had not anticipated the reversal at all. Her jaw ached from the pinch, and she struggled futilely, only for Xing Enxi to press her harder against the cold door.

How did this woman have so much strength?!

High heels clicked on the floor outside, perilously close.

Wanqi Lang froze and could only stare wide-eyed at Xing Enxi’s deep, shadowy gaze.

Xing Enxi sucked on the tip of her tongue and nipped her lower lip in punishment. Her free hand climbed to the peak and teased the little bud there.

“Mm mm…!” Wanqi Lang arched her waist uncontrollably, trying to evade those fingers.

Xing Enxi sealed her sounds with her lips and tongue as her fingertips roamed her body, soon reaching a damp and muddy spot.

How did it turn into this…

Wanqi Lang could barely stand. The sound of running water still echoed outside, but inside her body felt like it had caught fire—each touch sent waves of tingling pleasure through her. She wanted to scream, but her mouth stayed firmly blocked, and deep in her passage, contractions pulsed, craving a deeper, fiercer filling.

Xing Enxi savored the desire from the body beneath her. She finally released Wanqi Lang’s swollen lips for the moment, but her hand’s torment did not let up at all.

“Shh…” Xing Enxi’s scorching breath fanned across Wanqi Lang’s cheek, her voice hoarse to an alarming degree. “Hold it in a little. There are still people out there—you don’t want them to hear, do you?” She wickedly scraped over the sensitive cl!toris.

“Ah ha…” A stifled sob escaped Wanqi Lang’s throat as a violent throb surged deep inside her, and a hot tide gushed forth.

She trembled through her small climax, like a fish out of water, held up only by Xing Enxi’s support to keep from sliding to the floor.

Xing Enxi felt the sticky wetness of the fabric and leaned down to nip lightly at her sweat-dampened earlobe.

“Now do you know whose skills are better? Boss?”