On The Night I Confirmed My Girlfriend's Infidelity, I Kissed Her Sister (GL) - Chapter 30: “Jiejie, don’t…”

Make it up to her… Fu Chaoying’s throat bobbed as she gazed at her, eyes shimmering like springwater—a silent invitation.

Ye Jiayuan smirked, thumb grazing Fu Chaoying’s lower lip before tilting her head to nudge their noses together. Her exhale fanned warmly over Fu Chaoying’s face. “Hmm?”

Their breaths mingled. Fu Chaoying clung to her shoulders, nuzzling back. “How does jiejie want me to make it up to you?”

Her voice lilted, sweet and teasing, laced with something far more suggestive.

Even now—holding her, whispering intimate words, touching her like this—Ye Jiayuan’s gaze remained deep and steady, always retaining a thread of control.

Fu Chaoying thought perhaps it wasn’t intimate enough. With her mind made up, she leaned forward slightly, aiming to kiss those lips so close at hand, only to see her head tilt to the right, evading her advance like a game of hide-and-seek.

Caught off guard, Fu Chaoying’s lips met her cheek instead—the soft touch fleeting, leaving behind a faint trace of disappointment in her heart.

Wrapping her arms around her neck, Fu Chaoying drew closer and called out softly, “Sister?”

Her voice carried an unspoken hint of disappointment and grievance.

Ye Jiayuan turned her head back but didn’t respond directly. Instead, her fingertips brushed lightly, teasing in a way that was barely there yet impossible to ignore.

Yet, Ye Jiayuan seemed entirely unaffected, which only made it all the more tantalizing.

Fu Chaoying couldn’t help but breathe a little faster, her grip tightening around Ye Jiayuan’s neck as she nuzzled against her cheek like a kitten. “Sister…”

Only then did Ye Jiayuan lean in again, her dark eyes deepening as she murmured in a low, coaxing voice, “Hmm? What do you want?”

Fu Chaoying didn’t try to kiss her this time, only running her fingers gently over the delicate skin at the nape of her neck—so smooth, so soft.

Beneath her palm, she traced the graceful curve of Ye Jiayuan’s spine, the subtle protrusion of her vertebrae, her heartbeat quickening with every passing second.

Then, tilting her head slightly, she exhaled softly, her breath warm as she whispered, “I want… Sister to kiss me…”

Before she could even finish, her lips were suddenly captured in a kiss.

The air grew thin in an instant, as if all sound in the world had vanished, leaving only the sound of their ragged breaths.

Fu Chaoying’s already uneven breathing turned into quiet gasps, her hands clutching tighter, as if trying to meld them into one.

A tingling sensation spread from her tongue to every inch of her body, and Fu Chaoying pulled her closer, craving deeper exploration.

In that moment, Ye Jiayuan sucked lightly on her tongue before shifting her attention elsewhere, leaving Fu Chaoying unable to suppress a soft moan. “Mm…”

As she tried to press even closer, she felt Ye Jiayuan’s fingers pause teasingly, deliberately holding back.

The tingling on her tongue faded as Ye Jiayuan gently released her.

Coming back to her senses, Fu Chaoying realized she might have been too forward.

Dazed, she lifted her gaze to meet Ye Jiayuan’s, only to find a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes—subtle, but undeniably there.

Just as Fu Chaoying was about to explain, Ye Jiayuan lowered her eyes to adjust the hem of her nightgown, leaving her words stuck in her throat.

A wave of frustration washed over her—had she been too impatient?

Someone as composed and restrained as Ye Jiayuan wouldn’t rush into intimacy when they hadn’t even been together for a month…

Reluctantly, Fu Chaoying loosened her hold, simply resting in her embrace, listening to the rhythm of their heartbeats.

Ye Jiayuan held her quietly, her gaze inadvertently drifting to the slight rise beneath Fu Chaoying’s thin nightgown. Her breath hitched for a moment before she deliberately looked away, her voice low and slightly hoarse as she asked, “Where do you want to sleep tonight?”

The huskiness in her voice was inexplicably alluring.

Inwardly, Fu Chaoying reminded herself—stay composed.

Her feet touched the ground as she tried to slip out of her embrace, only to be held firmly in place by her hands. Then, a low, almost seductive whisper brushed against her ear: “You haven’t answered me yet.”

Fu Chaoying lifted her gaze to meet hers. “I… I’ll sleep in my own room.”

As soon as the words left her lips, Ye Jiayuan’s hands released her, and an inexplicable pang of disappointment flickered through Fu Chaoying’s heart.

But the words were already spoken. Stepping out of the warmth and lingering fragrance of her embrace, Fu Chaoying dared not meet her eyes again.

“I’ll go now,” Fu Chaoying said, turning away with slightly hurried steps.

As she turned, Ye Jiayuan caught sight of the red mark on her neck—left there just moments ago—and a shadow of something deeper flickered in her eyes.

Fu Chaoying was nearly at the door when she heard rapid footsteps approaching from behind. Before she could react, a hand grasped her wrist, pulling her back into an unyielding embrace.

“What about my goodnight kiss?” Ye Jiayuan murmured, wrapping her arms around Fu Chaoying from behind, her chin resting lightly on her shoulder, her tone laced with a barely perceptible tenderness.

The unmistakable softness pressing against her back sent a shiver through Fu Chaoying, her mind momentarily blank.

Taking a deep breath to steady her racing heart, Fu Chaoying turned to face her, tilting her head up slightly in quiet anticipation.

But instead, Ye Jiayuan lowered her head, pressing another kiss to her neck.

Fu Chaoying’s pulse quickened again, her body melting under the touch. This time, the kiss was feather-light, teasing, sending tingles across her skin.

Her breath hitched, and without thinking, she arched slightly, fingers tangling in Ye Jiayuan’s hair, silently urging her to continue.

Yet just as suddenly, Ye Jiayuan pulled away, meeting her gaze before leaning in to brush a fleeting kiss against her lips—light as a dragonfly skimming water.

Still cradled in her arms, Fu Chaoying struggled to steady her breathing, acutely aware of Ye Jiayuan’s own slightly ragged breaths.

When she finally looked up, she found Ye Jiayuan’s eyes clear, the haze of desire already receding.

She’s always so composed and restrained, Fu Chaoying thought.

Slipping out of her embrace, Fu Chaoying whispered, “Goodnight, Jiejie.”

“Goodnight.”

Back in her own room, Fu Chaoying’s mind replayed every moment like scenes from a film.

Ye Jiayuan’s cool demeanor contrasted sharply with the heat of her kisses, leaving Fu Chaoying bewildered.

A sudden realization struck her. Glancing down at her nightgown, she noticed how clearly visible her body was beneath the thin fabric.

Mortification burned through her, her cheeks flushing crimson.

Had Ye Jiayuan seen this and stopped because of it? Is she more reserved, not wanting things to move too fast?

Recalling their past intimacies, Fu Chaoying realized Ye Jiayuan had always been measured—maintaining just the right distance, only occasionally letting her possessiveness show.

Like tonight, when they’d had no time alone all day, and she’d pulled Fu Chaoying onto her lap the moment they were finally together.

Fu Chaoying took another shower, but instead of clearing her mind, the thoughts only grew more insistent.

–

The night passed uneventfully, but Fu Chaoying woke abruptly from a dream.

In the stillness of the early hours, images of Ye Jiayuan flashed through her mind—memories of their closeness, their touches…

Her face burned as she squeezed her eyes shut, willing sleep to return. It took a long time before she drifted off again.

The next morning, as expected, her aunt’s voice roused her from sleep.

Fu Anjun sat on the sofa outside her and Fu Chaohua’s bedroom sipping tea, leisurely remarking, “You two sisters really should learn from your Jiayuan sister—see how disciplined she is.”

“Look at you two—staying up all night and sleeping all day. How will your bodies hold up like this in the long run?”

Fu Chaoying glanced at the time abruptly—it was only seven-thirty…

Resigned, she got up and washed up. When she caught sight of that faint reddish mark in the mirror, Fu Chaoying was momentarily dazed.

Images from last night suddenly flashed back, replaying in her mind like a film, impossible to shake off.

Unconsciously, Fu Chaoying raised her hand to touch her lips and neck, as if she could still feel Ye Jiayuan’s lips and teeth, and that heart-pounding, scorching warmth.

But the lecturing voice of her aunt outside the door reached her ears again, interrupting Fu Chaoying’s thoughts.

Fu Chaoying immediately took out concealer from her bag and meticulously covered up the hickey.

Once she had tidied up, Fu Chaoying took a deep breath, trying her best to appear calm and composed, then pushed open the door.

Following her aunt downstairs, she spotted Ye Jiayuan at first glance, sitting in the courtyard drinking tea with Aunt Chu, looking completely natural—as if nothing had happened the night before.

Fu Chaoying felt even more uneasy when she saw her figure.

Ye Jiayuan noticed the newcomer and fixed her gaze on Fu Chaoying for a moment. Seeing no trace left on her neck, she calmly averted her eyes and spoke in a low voice, “I’ll return to Hong Kong after lunch.”

Fu Chaoying’s heart skipped a beat, but before she could react, her aunt spoke first, “Leaving so soon?”

Chu Yiyun let out a displeased huff, her tone laced with resentment, “I must’ve annoyed her with all my questions. She just wants to go back for some peace and quiet.”

Fu Anjun smiled, trying to smooth things over, “Oh, come now. As a mother, it’s only natural to ask about your child’s partner. Jiayuan, if you could share a little, your mother would feel more at ease.”

Fu Chaoying sat down beside Fu Chaohua, her eyes discreetly flickering toward Ye Jiayuan. The latter’s expression darkened slightly as she replied, “When the time comes, I’ll naturally introduce them to you.”

Chu Yiyun glared in frustration but could do nothing except grumble, “Fine, have it your way. I won’t bother worrying about you anymore.”

“Good,” Ye Jiayuan responded nonchalantly, as if it had nothing to do with her.

Chu Yiyun took several deep breaths to calm herself before waving a hand and complaining to Fu Anjun, “Tell me… with this attitude, how is she ever going to find someone?”

“It’s better when she doesn’t speak. One word from her is enough to drive anyone mad.”

Fu Anjun quickly patted her back, “Oh, don’t say that. Jiayuan is so capable and beautiful—plenty of girls would adore someone like her.”

“And you’re criticizing Jiayuan? Look at our Chaohua—she’s buried herself in books for so long that she hasn’t even had a hint of romance in years.”

The conversation naturally shifted to Fu Chaohua. Fu Chaoying and Ye Jiayuan’s eyes met briefly in the air before they both looked away as if nothing had happened.

After some more casual chatter, Fu Anjun laughed and said, “If only Jiayuan weren’t already taken, I’d love to marry our Chaohua to her.”

Fu Chaoying sipped her tea calmly, but Fu Chaohua nudged her arm lightly.

In a whisper only the two of them could hear, Fu Chaohua explained, “Mom’s just joking.”

Fu Chaoying smiled and deflected, “Sis, any romantic prospects on your end?”

Fu Chaohua sighed softly, “Not yet.”

For no reason, Fu Chaoying thought of someone. She glanced at Fu Chaohua before discreetly looking away.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Ye Jiayuan lost in thought.

After breakfast together, Ye Jiayuan excused herself again and headed to the study.

Fu Chaoying watched her retreating figure, only to see her suddenly turn back. “Xiaoying, come to my study. There’s something I need to discuss with you.”

“What’s so urgent? Xiaoying was going to play cards with us,” Chu Yiyun snapped, still irritated by her earlier exchange and now lashing out indiscriminately.

Fu Chaoying remained unruffled, smiling as she replied, “I asked Jiayuan-jie for advice on something yesterday but didn’t get to finish. I’ll be back soon—I promise it won’t delay our game.”

Only then did Chu Yiyun soften her tone, “Alright. If she gives you any trouble, just come tell me. Auntie will stand up for you!”

Fu Chaoying chuckled, “Auntie Chu is the best.”

She followed a few steps behind Ye Jiayuan, matching her pace.

As Ye Jiayuan reached out to open the study door, Fu Chaoying suddenly remembered—this was where Ye Jiayuan had once asked her, “Do you want to be my girlfriend?”

And before that, when she had broken up with Ye Yi’an. Back then, they weren’t close yet. She had asked Ye Jiayuan to be her strategic consultant, only to be gently declined.

Suddenly, other images surfaced in her mind. Fu Chaoying gently closed the door and turned around somewhat awkwardly, only to see her sit down at the desk.

Fu Chaoying stood still, watching her, when she suddenly beckoned with a slight gesture—

“Come here.”

Ye Jiayuan’s motion was effortless, her expression calm and composed, as if she truly intended to discuss company matters.

Fu Chaoying blinked and obediently walked over, her gaze sweeping over those long legs. Flashes of certain images made her cheeks warm, but she didn’t sit—instead, she stood beside her. “Sister?”

Before she could finish, Fu Chaoying was abruptly lifted by the waist and placed on Ye Jiayuan’s lap. The movement was swift and smooth, as natural as if rehearsed countless times.

The position was all too familiar—only the setting was different. An unnamed longing rose from the depths of Fu Chaoying’s heart.

Her throat moved slightly as she naturally wrapped her arms around Ye Jiayuan’s neck, yet she made no further move.

Ye Jiayuan simply gazed at her, eyes dark with something fathomless, as if ready to devour her whole.

Fu Chaoying felt herself being pulled into that abyss when she heard a soft cough. “Forgot to lock the door.”

Lock the door…

Feigning ignorance, Fu Chaoying blinked. “Why lock it?”

But then Ye Jiayuan suddenly leaned in, pressing their noses together, her breath warm and sweet, laced with unmistakable temptation.

The implication was clear. Fu Chaoying’s breathing hitched, her body trembling slightly before she slipped off her lap. “Then I’ll go lock it.”

She secured the study door and drew the curtains tightly, plunging the room into near darkness, leaving only the sound of their shallow breaths.

Downstairs, the cheerful voices of Chu Yiyun and Fu Anjun could still be heard, lively and affectionate.

Yet within the study, the air thickened with tension.

Fu Chaoying took a deep breath, steadying her racing heart, then turned and slowly walked back—but instead of sitting on Ye Jiayuan’s lap, she perched on… the desk.

Ye Jiayuan’s gaze flickered over her pale neck before she stood, hands braced on either side, trapping her in place. Then, she abruptly closed the distance.

Fu Chaoying’s eyes briefly lingered on those thin lips, her throat bobbing as she instinctively wrapped her arms around Ye Jiayuan’s neck.

“So you prefer this position,” Ye Jiayuan murmured, her voice carrying a barely perceptible roughness.

Her hands trailed up to Fu Chaoying’s collarbones, fingers teasing, tracing delicate patterns that sent shivers down her spine.

Fu Chaoying’s breathing grew uneven, her body trembling, yet she feigned innocence, gazing up with wide, dewy eyes—both guileless and alluring. “What? I just wanted to hug you. Don’t you like it?”

Her voice wavered slightly, betraying her.

A soft chuckle escaped Ye Jiayuan before the hand teasing her stilled.

Just as Fu Chaoying’s anticipation deflated, she suddenly felt strong hands lift her—suspended midair before being settled back onto Ye Jiayuan’s lap.

Now facing each other, their bodies pressed close, a certain heat stirring between them.

Fu Chaoying leaned in slightly. “Sister…”

Her voice lifted at the end, laced with a mix of pleading and desire—an unspoken invitation.

“Hmm?” Ye Jiayuan made no further movements, as if truly just fulfilling her wish—to hold her, nothing more.

For a long while, Ye Jiayuan remained composed and aloof, like an untouchable deity unmoved by mortal desires.

Fu Chaoying pressed her lips together but didn’t lean in, only murmuring, “You’re leaving so early, sis…”

Ye Jiayuan gave a slight nod. “My flight’s at three.”

Fu Chaoying leaned in to embrace her, burying her face in the crook of Ye Jiayuan’s neck. “Fine, then let’s hold each other a little longer.”

Their soft bodies pressed together, and the mischievous thoughts in Fu Chaoying’s mind gradually faded, leaving only the simple desire to hold her tighter.

But the hands around Ye Jiayuan’s waist soon grew restless—lightly squeezing her here, slipping beneath the hem of her sleepwear there, fingertips tracing slow circles over her skin.

Fu Chaoying squirmed in her arms, the friction stirring something deep within.

A natural reaction flared up, and Fu Chaoying froze in panic, her body tensing—only to hear a whisper by her ear, “What’s wrong? Uncomfortable?”

The warm, damp breath sent a shiver down her spine, and before she could react, Ye Jiayuan’s lips closed around her earlobe, gently sucking, sending waves of tingling pleasure through her.

A hot exhale fanned over her ear, followed by the teasing nip of teeth, the mix of pleasure and ticklishness drawing a soft, involuntary moan from Fu Chaoying. “Mm…”

A low chuckle sounded beside her ear. “So sensitive.”

Exposed, Fu Chaoying flushed with embarrassment, but then Ye Jiayuan’s lips trailed from her earlobe to the corner of her mouth.

The moment their tongues met, Fu Chaoying felt a rush of satisfaction—yet beneath it, a hollow craving for more.

Pushing boundaries was human nature.

Ye Jiayuan kissed her again and again, alternating between featherlight and deep, until Fu Chaoying couldn’t hold back her quiet gasps.

Before long, Ye Jiayuan released her lips, moving lower to her jaw and neck.

Fu Chaoying’s mind snapped back to clarity, and she pushed lightly at Ye Jiayuan’s shoulders. “Sis, don’t…”

Ye Jiayuan stopped immediately, lifting her head to gaze at her intently, voice laced with curiosity. “Don’t what? Don’t you like it when I kiss you?”

“Don’t… leave marks.” Fu Chaoying thought of the red traces she’d painstakingly covered up that morning and spoke softly.

Ye Jiayuan paused, then replied hoarsely, “Alright.”

But she made no further moves, simply holding her in silence.

The atmosphere grew heavy, and Fu Chaoying leaned in to press a light kiss to her cheek. “Sis…”

As if coaxing her.

Ye Jiayuan’s gaze flickered over the shadows beneath Fu Chaoying’s collarbone, her throat bobbing slightly as she allowed Fu Chaoying to kiss her lips again, though her eyes remained clear.

The kiss was still clumsy.

A flicker of confusion crossed Ye Jiayuan’s mind, but then Fu Chaoying parted her lips.

She kissed her deeply, mimicking Ye Jiayuan’s movements but with an endearing inexperience.

Gradually, Ye Jiayuan responded, and the air between them grew thick and feverish once more.

Just as Fu Chaoying shifted slightly, her hand instinctively reaching for something—only to freeze seconds later, fingers stiffening.

Their kiss broke abruptly as Fu Chaoying realized what she’d just touched.

Her eyes locked onto Ye Jiayuan, catching the faintest hint of darkened intensity at the corners of her eyes.

A smirk tugged at Fu Chaoying’s lips. Instead of pulling away, she gave a light squeeze.

Ye Jiayuan’s breathing became noticeably more rapid.

Fu Chaoying was about to say something when she heard a few urgent female voices calling from downstairs—

“Xiao Ying, are you done talking yet? Come down quickly, we’re short one for mahjong!”

It was Chu Yiyun calling for her.