My Virtual Wife Stepped Out of My Phone to Find Me - Chapter 56

“We’re off now~”

Chen Dongdong and Xin Ya waved at Xing Xiaochu sitting in the car: “See you at school tomorrow!”

Xing Xiaochu pressed against the window and waved back, watching the two enter the residential complex across the street. Qi Ying stole a glance at the girl beside her before calmly starting the car and driving home.

After parking in the underground garage and taking the elevator up, Xing Xiaochu remained glued to Qi Ying’s side, following her closely into the apartment.

The moment they entered, Qi Ying couldn’t hold back anymore. Shutting the door, she pinned Xing Xiaochu against it, tilting her chin up for a passionate kiss.

“Mmm…”

Startled, Xing Xiaochu parted her lips slightly, allowing Qi Ying’s warm tongue to slip in like a snake, exploring her mouth. Breath catching, she clutched desperately at Qi Ying’s shirt. “Jiejie…”

“I’m right here.”

Qi Ying’s restless hands unzipped Xing Xiaochu’s jacket, roaming over her slender waist.

When Qi Ying touched her ticklish spots, Xing Xiaochu squirmed in her embrace, but with her lips captured, could only whimper softly.

It sounded like protest.

Yet also like encouragement.

Qi Ying chuckled softly, feeling something furry brush against her legs. Looking down, she saw Guazi the cat rubbing affectionately against them both.

The girl in her arms was flushed pink from head to toe from the kissing, too shy to push Qi Ying away. When finally released, Xing Xiaochu lowered her head bashfully, the tips of her ears burning red.

Qi Ying cupped her face. “What? Don’t you like my kisses?”

Xing Xiaochu shook her head slightly, peeking up through her lashes before looking down again. After a long pause, she whispered, “I do…”

“Since you like it, let’s kiss a few more times.” In one smooth motion, Qi Ying scooped Xing Xiaochu up by her bottom, making the girl gasp as her feet left the ground. She quickly wrapped her arms around Qi Ying’s neck, wide doe eyes staring up in surprise.

Carrying her lightweight bundle effortlessly, Qi Ying headed straight for the living room, pressing Xing Xiaochu into the couch for another deep kiss.

The air was thick with their mingled scents. Qi Ying could practically interpret Xing Xiaochu’s pheromones now—they screamed: I like it so much, so much, so much.

The discarded jacket landed on the floor beside the couch, immediately pounced upon by Guazi for playtime.

On the sofa, Xing Xiaochu’s t-shirt was pushed up as Qi Ying licked a hot, wet trail across her trembling stomach. Each swipe of that pink tongue sent shivers through Xing Xiaochu’s entire body.

“D-don’t lick me there…”

Tears of embarrassment welled in Xing Xiaochu’s eyes as she clutched her shirt hem, trembling uncontrollably yet not daring to push Qi Ying away.

“Ah…!”

Qi Ying nipped at Xing Xiaochu’s waist, leaving a reddish-purple mark before finally looking up at the teary-eyed girl sprawled across the couch. “Why so shy still? Haven’t we done this many times before?”

Xing Xiaochu covered her face with both hands, curling into a tight ball of embarrassment, flushed from head to waist.

Qi Ying burst into laughter, stroking Xing Xiaochu’s back and feeling the other girl tremble in her hands. As she removed her own clothes, she whispered, “Xiaochu, let’s do it on the couch, okay?”

Xing Xiaochu shuddered violently, looking at her in alarm. Just as she opened her mouth to refuse, she felt the hand behind her already slipping under her clothes, deftly unfastening her bra with a twist.

“!!!!”

Feeling her clothes loosen, Xing Xiaochu immediately curled up, but Qi Ying wasn’t about to let her go. Coaxing her, she gently persuaded Xing Xiaochu to open up to her…

By nine in the evening, Qi Ying had fed Xing Xiaochu a bowl of porridge before carrying the exhausted little sweetheart into the bedroom.

The scent of pheromones still lingered heavily in Qi Ying’s room. Xing Xiaochu’s eyelashes fluttered slightly as she buried her face in Qi Ying’s chest.

“Does it still hurt?” Qi Ying asked softly.

Xing Xiaochu shook her head. It didn’t exactly hurt—Qi Ying had been very gentle with her—but the unfamiliar soreness left the inexperienced girl feeling somewhat uncomfortable.

Relieved by her response, Qi Ying cuddled Xing Xiaochu in bed, leaning against the headboard. “I won’t make you cry next time, okay? Hmm? Talk to me.”

Xing Xiaochu turned her head away sulkily. Earlier, Qi Ying had ignored her protests, insisting on tasting her. Overwhelmed by the new sensation, Xing Xiaochu had trembled and cried, startling Qi Ying into thinking she’d gone too far. It had taken quite some coaxing to calm her down.

Even now, the corners of Xing Xiaochu’s eyes remained slightly red, still carrying a hint of grievance.

To cheer up her wife, Qi Ying picked up her phone and opened a music player. A soft, soothing melody filled the room. At first, Xing Xiaochu showed no reaction, but when the chorus played, her ears twitched slightly. She lifted her head, staring at Qi Ying in disbelief.

“Recognize it?” Qi Ying chuckled, nuzzling her little sweetheart’s nose. “Your song’s arrangement is finished. They just sent it to me today. Any adjustments you’d like?”

Her song?
Finished so soon?

Xing Xiaochu immediately perked up, forgetting all about the soreness. She sat up in Qi Ying’s lap, eagerly grabbing the phone to stare at the music player on the screen, her eyes shining.

“Is this really my song?” Xing Xiaochu blinked her round eyes, looking utterly adorable.

“Of course it’s yours,” Qi Ying wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. She nuzzled Xing Xiaochu’s cheek from behind, stroking her soft belly. “If you’re happy with it, we can record it next week.”

Xing Xiaochu nodded repeatedly. She didn’t understand music theory, but the song sounded beautiful—she loved it.

Tilting her head up hesitantly, she planted a shy kiss on Qi Ying’s cheek and whispered, “Thank you, jiejie.”

Qi Ying grinned so widely her eyes nearly disappeared, leaning down to press a kiss to Xing Xiaochu’s lips. “You’re welcome.”

Xing Xiaochu listened to the song several more times, overjoyed that Qi Ying had given her such a gift. Eventually, Qi Ying noticed it was time for bed and tucked her under the covers.

Too excited to sleep, Xing Xiaochu lay awake—not just because of the song, but also because this was the first time she’d spent the night in Qi Ying’s bedroom outside of her heat cycle.

The warmth from the person behind her was intense, pressing tightly against her back. Xing Xiaochu could even hear the strong, rhythmic heartbeat—thump, thump—so close it nearly synchronized with her own.

Qi Ying’s breath brushed against the nape of her neck, stirring a mix of unease and comfort in Xing Xiaochu.

The temporary mark left on her still lingered, and right now, no matter what Qi Ying did, she would love it. Though she had cried earlier, it was only because Qi Ying had gone too far.

Clutching the edge of the blanket, Xing Xiaochu drowsily thought that if it were just ordinary affection, she wouldn’t have cried at all…

The next morning, Xing Xiaochu woke up groggy.

When she sat up in bed, Qi Ying was already gone. Scratching her messy hair, she shuffled out of Qi Ying’s bedroom, wearing the pajamas Qi Ying had given her the night before.

They were a little too big, constantly slipping off her shoulders.

Yawning, she opened the door just as Qi Ying returned with breakfast.

“You’re awake already?” Qi Ying changed her shoes and walked over, unable to resist kissing the sleep-dazed girl after stroking her cheek. “Want to go back to sleep? It’s only six.”

Xing Xiaochu’s alarm was set for six-thirty. She shook her head, eyeing the breakfast in Qi Ying’s hands. “What did you get, sis?”

Qi Ying smiled. “Your favorite dumplings.”

During breakfast, Xing Xiaochu sat at the table eating while Qi Ying picked up a lint roller to clean the school uniform she had tossed on the floor the day before. As she worked, Qi Ying resignedly thought that she really shouldn’t leave clothes lying around anymore—not with a shedding troublemaker like Xing Xiaochu around. With limited spare uniforms, letting them get covered in fur overnight only meant extra work for herself.

Midway through lint-rolling, Qi Ying glanced up and noticed Xing Xiaochu’s bare legs swinging idly from the chair.

They were slender and pale, her ankles and toes a delicate pink, looking irresistibly soft. Qi Ying’s hands slowed as she stared, already imagining whether to dress them in stockings or adorn them with an ankle chain next time.

One thing at a time, she thought happily.

Xing Xiaochu had no idea what was going through the mind of the woman dutifully lint-rolling her uniform on the couch. She just didn’t have much of an appetite, nibbling slowly at her dumplings. Half an hour later, she looked down and realized she’d only eaten half the bowl.

“I can’t finish,” she said as Qi Ying approached. “You gave me too many, sis.”

“Really?” Qi Ying eyed the leftovers. “This is your usual portion.” Then, reconsidering, she added, “Are you too tired to eat? If you’re full, leave it. Drink more milk instead.”

She poured Xing Xiaochu a glass of milk and finished the remaining dumplings herself in a few quick bites.

Dropping Xing Xiaochu off at school was just a short drive away. As Xing Xiaochu was about to get out, Qi Ying asked, “Your break’s coming up soon, right? Any plans for where to go?”

Xing Xiaochu paused before remembering—their homeroom teacher had mentioned yesterday that there’d be midterms before the National Day holiday. Only after the exams would they be free.

Qi Ying said, “We have a car now, so we can go to places farther away. I can take you wherever you want to go. Think about it while you’re at school—there’s no rush.”

Xing Xiaochu nodded and replied, “Okay, sis. I’ll head off now.”

“Hey, wait.” Qi Ying stopped her again, smiling as she said, “Give me a kiss before you go.”

Xing Xiaochu’s ears instantly turned red. She glanced out the car window and saw many students already gathered at the entrance. If she kissed Qi Ying here, they’d definitely be seen.

“N-no, I can’t.” She refused, clutching her backpack as she hurriedly stepped out of the car. Once outside, she turned back to look at Qi Ying, feeling a little guilty for turning her down—but how could she possibly do something like that right in front of the school?

Xing Xiaochu just couldn’t.

So, though she felt somewhat uneasy, she could only awkwardly say, “Drive safely, sis. I’m going in now.”

Watching the flustered little sweet bun disappear into the stream of students, Qi Ying chuckled and shook her head.

Kids are so easily embarrassed.