It’s About You (GL High H) - Chapter 6

Wanqi Lang saw that she had finally gotten to the point and put on an “I’m very reasonable” expression: “Today in the elevator, my body and mind suffered such great harm! You have to show some gesture, right?”

Xing Enxi gripped the mineral water bottle in her hand tightly, and the bottle made a slight deforming sound: “I said it was an accident. And you crashed my bicycle; I didn’t even…”

Wanqi Lang immediately interrupted her and waved her small hand.

“That’s a different matter. My trauma is real; if you don’t believe me, look!” She made as if to lift her clothes again.

Xing Enxi looked at her exaggerated performance: “To be frank, Miss Wanqi, from your behavior and actions, your trauma doesn’t seem to hinder you from stalking me, crashing my bike, or now barging into my home.”

“What do you mean barging into your home? You invited me up!” Wanqi Lang immediately retorted, then shifted the topic and circled back, “Besides, you didn’t mention it, but I almost forgot—you dragged me downstairs earlier and bruised my wrist! Does that count as secondary harm? Aren’t you fully responsible?”

Xing Enxi looked at her and felt that communicating with this person was utterly impossible; their logic was on completely different channels.

She took another deep breath, feeling that her logical thinking was useless in front of this woman.

“So, what is your demand? How much money do you want?” She just wanted to send this plague god away as quickly as possible.

As soon as Wanqi Lang heard the word “money,” her pretty eyebrows shot up: “Money? What do you take me for? Am I that kind of vulgar woman who only talks about money?” She stood up and walked step by step toward Xing Enxi, who leaned against the bar counter, her red lips curving into a mischievous smile.

“My compensation is very simple.”

She stopped a step away from Xing Enxi, tilted her head slightly, and let her gaze pointedly sweep over the small patch of skin below the open collar of Xing Enxi’s shirt.

“You help me check if the ribs there are really bruised. You didn’t believe me, so while you’re at it, rub it for me.”

Xing Enxi squeezed the mineral water bottle even tighter upon hearing this, her knuckles turning white.

“You, you—you’re insane. Who wants to look at you? Who wants to rub you? Do you have a problem? Get out—get out right now, immediately!” She pointed at the door, so angry that her fingers trembled.

Wanqi Lang looked at her fierce, irritable, and inexplicably flustered demeanor, paired with her current flushed, bristling appearance, and laughed until her eyes curved into crescents. She suddenly found that this legal affairs woman was actually quite interesting.

“What are you laughing at? What’s so funny?” Xing Enxi grew even more embarrassed from her laughter and angrily swatted away the finger that was about to poke her chest, “I warn you—if you don’t get lost, I…”

“What will you do?” Wanqi Lang raised an eyebrow and deliberately mimicked her fierce tone, though her voice dragged out soft and long, “Throw me off the fifth floor, or call the police and say I’m breaking into your home with bad intentions?”

As she spoke, she inched forward a little more, able to feel the heat emanating from Xing Enxi’s body: “Hm? Legal Affairs Xing, where’s your evidence?”

“I…” Xing Enxi was blocked by her words and couldn’t catch her breath. Looking at the stunning face so close at hand, with the faint scent of the other woman’s perfume lingering at the tip of her nose, her mind felt a chaotic mess.

She, who was usually so sharp-tongued, couldn’t utter a single word.

“Cat got your tongue?” Wanqi Lang pressed her advantage, her finger lightly tapping the ribs covered by her clothes, “See, you crashed me so badly. Letting you personally check the injury and confirm if there’s any fracture or internal damage— is that demand too much? I almost became a victim of your company’s elevator accident!”

Wanqi Lang’s gaze hooked onto Xing Enxi like a fishhook. Xing Enxi’s head spun from this barrage of twisted logic. Reason told her this was absolutely a trap, but she had indeed crashed hard into the other woman in the elevator. At the time, Wanqi Lang’s face had turned deathly pale with pain and tears— that definitely wasn’t fake.

Though afterward, seeing her bounce around energetically while stalking her and crashing into her bike, she seemed to have terrifyingly strong vitality.

“Don’t pin that on me.” Xing Enxi pushed away Wanqi Lang, who was almost pressed against her, “Fine, check it is. You think I’m scared of you? Who’s the guilty one here?”

She acted as if her sore spot had been stepped on and went all out: “Take it off—take it off right now and let me see what that serious trauma of yours looks like. If there’s no bruise, no purple marks, no broken bones, I’ll throw you out immediately.”

With that, she crossed her arms over her chest, lifted her chin high, and stared fixedly at Wanqi Lang.

But her slightly trembling fingertips betrayed the unrest in her heart.

Inwardly, she shouted: This woman definitely won’t dare; she’s just bluffing. As long as she backs down, I can boot her out right away!

Wanqi Lang had been waiting for exactly those words.

“You said it yourself—no take-backs.” Wanqi Lang’s eyes lit up instantly, and a dazzlingly brilliant smile bloomed on her face. Under Xing Enxi’s increasingly horrified gaze, she deftly unzipped the side of her tight black sequined leather skirt in one smooth motion.

“You…” Xing Enxi’s breath hitched, and “I was joking!” got stuck in her throat.

The fabric lost its support and slid slowly along the smooth, fair lines of her waist and hips, the leather skirt pooling at Wanqi Lang’s slender ankles like a seductive black ripple.

Under the light, Wanqi Lang wore only a white shirt on her upper body, with the faint outline of lace-trimmed underwear visible. The shirt was very short, barely covering her perky hips. Below the hem, a pair of straight, flawless legs were exposed to the air, white enough to dazzle the eyes.

She reached down to lift the hem of her shirt, revealing a large patch of deep purple bruising near the junction of her chest and ribs— not small in area, looking even more ferocious against her snow-white skin.

The entire scene was full of impact, both vulnerable and sensual.

Xing Enxi’s pupils contracted, and a strong wave of guilt surged in her heart. She had actually kept thinking the other woman was faking it.

The living room held only the sound of rapid breathing.

Wanqi Lang maintained her pose of holding up the shirt, slightly turning her body to fully display the wound to Xing Enxi. Her brows furrowed slightly, her eyes glistening with the light of enduring pain, her lips pressed together faintly, making her look both pitiful and aggrieved.

“See it?” Wanqi Lang’s voice trembled as she inwardly praised her own acting skills.

“…Mm.” Xing Enxi squeezed the syllable from her throat, her voice terribly dry. She didn’t even dare lift her head to meet Wanqi Lang’s eyes, feeling somewhat at a loss.

Wanqi Lang let down the hem of her shirt, covering the mark and that tantalizing section of waist. She took two steps forward and stopped in front of the rigid Xing Enxi, very close.

“So,” Wanqi Lang extended her finger and lightly poked Xing Enxi’s stiff arm, her voice soft and gentle with a seductive lilt, “Can you rub it for me now? It really hurts.”

Xing Enxi retreated repeatedly under the pressure of her close breath, her cheeks burning, her mind in a whirl, not knowing what to do.

Seeing no reaction, Wanqi Lang inched closer again, almost pressed against Xing Enxi’s body, tilting her face up, red lips slightly parted:

“Rub it for me.”

“…”

“Okay.”

Xing Enxi felt her cheeks burning hot enough to fry an egg. She pointed toward the bedroom: “Go over there. The sofa’s too hard; the bed’s softer…”

With that, she lowered her head and hurried toward the bedroom first, as if fleeing.

Wanqi Lang looked at her retreating back like a defeated escape and curved her red lips into a bewitchingly alluring smile.

She followed languidly and flirtatiously, her high heels clicking clearly on the wooden floor, each step like treading on Xing Enxi’s taut nerves.

“Lie down.” Xing Enxi turned her back to Wanqi Lang and pointed at the bed, her tone stiff as if issuing an order.

Wanqi Lang chuckled lightly and sat on the edge of the bed as instructed, elegantly removing those expensive sky-high heels. Her fair ankles and arches gleamed under the light. She turned sideways and lay down on the sheets. Her silk shirt was lifted, exposing snow-white skin and waistline.

Wanqi Lang adjusted her position to lie more comfortably, but her gaze clung to Xing Enxi like a hook.

Xing Enxi took out the medicine bottle, took a deep breath, and turned around, still not daring to look directly at Wanqi Lang’s body, her eyes drifting to the foot of the bed.

She walked to the bedside and sat down with extremely stiff movements; the mattress dipped slightly. The distance between them shortened, and she could smell the aggressive perfume on Wanqi Lang.

“Which bottle?” Xing Enxi pointed to the safflower oil on the bedside table.

“Whichever; you decide.” Wanqi Lang’s voice was soft and sticky, with a nasal tone, like a coquettish kitten.

Xing Enxi picked up the bottle, twisted off the cap, and the strong medicinal oil scent filled the bedroom. She poured the cool oil into her palm and rubbed her hands together to warm it a bit.

She kept her head down, her gaze falling on the glaring bruise at Wanqi Lang’s ribs, and the guilt surged again, diluting some of the embarrassment.

“It might hurt a little.” Xing Enxi said in a low voice.

“Mm, just be gentle.” Wanqi Lang responded softly, her eyes sly.

Xing Enxi finally mustered her courage and extended her palm, carefully covering the edge of the bruise.