It’s About You (GL High H) - Chapter 7

The cool touch made Wanqi Lang’s body tense up instinctively.

“Mm…”

A faint whimper escaped from between Wanqi Lang’s lips and teeth.

Xing Enxi pulled her hand back as if she had been scalded.

“Does it hurt?” she asked nervously, finally lifting her head to look at Wanqi Lang. That strikingly beautiful face carried a faint blush, her brows slightly furrowed, her eyelashes trembling lightly, and her eyes gazed at her with a watery gleam.

“A little, yes.”

Wanqi Lang’s voice carried an aggrieved pant.

“Be a bit gentler…”

“Okay… okay…” Xing Enxi was completely bewitched by this pitiable appearance of hers and lightened all her movements.

She held her breath, her fingers circling slowly and gently around the bruise with the lightest pressure.

Her gentleness, however, brought an even more lethal stimulation.

“Ah…” Wanqi Lang let out another soft moan, clearer than before, the ending note rising slightly with a soul-stirring numbness.

She twisted her waist faintly, as if dodging the pain, yet in reality allowing more skin contact with her cool fingers.

Xing Enxi felt sweat beginning to bead in her palm, and her breathing grew even more labored.

“Don’t… don’t move…” Xing Enxi’s voice turned even drier and hoarser.

“Mm.” Wanqi Lang indeed stopped moving, but her eyes stared straight at Xing Enxi, brimming with spring water, rippling with light.

Her red lips parted slightly, emitting a drawn-out hum:

“Mm… that feels so good… a little lower…”

“Mm… yes… right there… lighter… ha…”

Her voice wound softly and lingeringly, laced with breathiness, like a feather tickling Xing Enxi’s eardrums.

This was nowhere near sounding like pain!

Xing Enxi’s breathing grew heavy, fine beads of sweat seeping from her forehead. All her attention was captured by that seductive voice; she didn’t even notice that her fingertips had already strayed beyond the bruised area, wandering onto the flatter, smoother skin of her lower abdomen.

Wanqi Lang, who had been lying there languidly, saw the moment ripe and reached out to grab the open collar of Xing Enxi’s shirt.

“Mm!” Caught off guard, Xing Enxi lost her balance in an instant and toppled downward.

Wanqi Lang tilted her face up, her red lips pressing onto Xing Enxi’s with scorching heat.

It was a domineering kiss, her tongue tip forcefully prying open her shocked, slightly parted teeth and driving straight in with a wild possessiveness, conquering territory.

In just one second, Xing Enxi melted into softness all over, electric currents surging from their joined lips and teeth through her entire body. She instinctively wanted to struggle, but her body felt drained of strength.

Wanqi Lang showed no intention of stopping. Her kissing technique was masterful and overbearing, her tongue sweeping over every inch of territory in Xing Enxi’s mouth—sucking, grinding, teasing. Only when she felt the person atop her breathing raggedly, chaotically as if on the verge of suffocation, did she finally ease the pressure a bit, granting her a sliver of space to breathe.

Only then could Xing Enxi gasp for air in big gulps, her eyes dazed and unfocused, her cheeks flushed like fire, her lips red and swollen from the intense kiss, glistening wet, and her glasses fogged with a thin mist. Wanqi Lang’s face was right there close by, her eyes holding undisguised desire, and Xing Enxi’s heart pounded wildly as if about to burst from her chest.

“Scared silly?”

Wanqi Lang’s voice carried a husky amusement, her red lips curving slightly in a smile as bewitching as a blooming mandala—dangerous yet full of allure. She tilted her head faintly, planting a light peck on Xing Enxi’s burning earlobe, feeling the other’s body shiver, then seized the hand that had been pressing her ribs and guided it to cover the full swell of her chest, wrapped in white silk shirt.

Xing Enxi’s breathing quickened even more, her face red as a tomato.

Wanqi Lang savored the tremor of the palm with satisfaction. Her red lips drew close to Xing Enxi’s ear once again, carrying a devilish seduction:

“Be good, don’t be afraid.”

Her voice was like melted honey, commanding, “Touch me.”

As she spoke, she gripped Xing Enxi’s fingers and guided them in a kneading motion, circling the peak of her own ample curves through the thin fabric, full of erotic implication.

Xing Enxi’s brain short-circuited completely, her body’s control stripped away. Under Wanqi Lang’s manipulation, her fingertips clumsily mimicked the kneading, the soft sensation entirely novel.

A whine escaped her throat, like the harbinger of surging passion, her body flooding with turbulent desire.

Wanqi Lang’s own desire was also ignited by her. She flipped over, pinning Xing Enxi down, and straddled her hips in one fluid motion. With quick tugs, she shed the obstructing shirt and bra; freed from restraint, her twin peaks bounced forth like snow-white jade rabbits—perfectly shaped, full and perky, topped with two tender, dewy pink buds.

From the prior kneading and arousal, her n1pples had already stiffened sensitively, quivering faintly in the air.

Xing Enxi’s eyes widened round, dark flames kindling deep in her pupils. Wanqi Lang arched her waist, presenting her ample snow peaks in an even more enticing curve, nearly brushing against Xing Enxi’s heaving chest.

Wanqi Lang slowly raised her hands, cupping the full soft flesh of her br3asts. She squeezed lightly, deforming the softness under her fingertips. Her fingers kneaded, occasionally brushing the sensitive tips with her pads.

“Mm…” Wanqi Lang’s drawn-out sigh carried a thick flavor of desire.

“Do they look good?”

Wanqi Lang’s voice was low and enchanting, like a lover’s murmur.

Xing Enxi nodded honestly; her gaze couldn’t tear away from that swaying expanse of white—the kneaded curves, the trembling pink, everything stimulating her senses.

Wanqi Lang’s smile deepened. She pinched one erect n1pple lightly with her fingertips, drawing a more numbing moan.

“Haah… Want to pinch them with your own hands? Hm?”

Xing Enxi lost all reason completely. She rose up, wrapping her arms around Wanqi Lang’s waist, and lowered her head to take the glistening tender bud into her mouth, while her other hand boldly kneaded as well.

Wanqi Lang hadn’t expected her to lick right up; surprised and delighted, she cupped her br3asts and offered them forward proactively.

Xing Enxi’s tongue tip licked tentatively at first, the bud enveloped gently in her warm, wet mouth—sucked, her tongue nimbly circling, teasing the sensitive core.

“Mm… mm…” Wanqi Lang’s moans fragmented, her fingers threading deeply into Xing Enxi’s hair, pressing her nape firmly to draw her closer.

“So good… mm… more… a bit harder…”

Encouraged, Xing Enxi sucked more devotedly, increasing the pressure to take more of the soft areola into her mouth, nibbling lightly at the scorching, hardened tip with her teeth. Her other hand stayed busy too, her thumb and forefinger mimicking the mouth’s motions—quickly twisting, rotating, and pressing that stiff bud.

The intense stimulation made Wanqi Lang somewhat lose control. Her waist twisted wildly, her body undulating and trembling violently under Xing Enxi’s lips, tongue, and fingers, her mouth spilling a series of high-pitched, urgent gasps.

“Ah~ mm ah… so good, Enxi… ah, just like that… lick me, mm… harder…” She called Xing Enxi’s name incoherently, a wave of emptiness surging deep in her body.

Xing Enxi was utterly immersed.

The sweetness in her mouth, the fullness in her palm, the lingering body scent at her nose, and the trembling woman beneath her… all of it drove her mad, making her crave more, her sucking and twisting growing even fiercer.

Wanqi Lang felt herself teetering on the edge of explosion from the pleasure. She writhed, the surging emptiness deep inside growing ever stronger. She seized Xing Enxi’s hand ravaging her chest and pleaded breathlessly:

“Not enough, below… little Xi… below too… please…” Her voice shattered, her eyes hazy and unfocused, her legs clenching and parting unconsciously, as if issuing an invitation.

Xing Enxi paused her motions and lifted her head, her lips and teeth reluctant to release. The n1pple was now sucked red and swollen, glistening. Her gaze, laced with desire, fell upon the enchanting body beneath her, nearly melting into water.