Pillowside Passion - Chapter 20

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“My friend’s here too,” Du Qingting said softly.

You Jin paused for a few seconds, then asked gently, “Can’t I meet your friend?”

Du Qingting quickly replied, “Of course you can. I just thought it might be inconvenient for you.”

You Jin said, “It’s not inconvenient at all. I’m happy to meet your friend.”

Du Qingting turned to Jiang Mingyue. “Stay a bit. My girlfriend’s coming to pick us up for dinner.”

Jiang Mingyue could hear the sweetness in her voice. Du Qingting was eager to introduce her girlfriend to her friends.

“What about the fish?” Jiang Mingyue held the cleaned fish, worried it might spoil if not stored soon.

You Jin said over the phone, “Sorry to trouble you, but could you store it again? I’ll call the shop owner. Gotta hang up now, don’t wander off. I’ll come get you early tomorrow.”

“Hey, talk a bit more,” Du Qingting said, craving her voice. You Jin chuckled softly, “Don’t you want to see me?”

Du Qingting walked over to Jiang Mingyue, putting the call on speaker so she could hear the last line.

So seductive, so charming, right?

They returned to the shop. The owner smiled, “Your partner just called. I’ve got chairs, sit and wait.”

Cars couldn’t easily enter here, so Du Qingting went to the road to wait. The evening cooled, the breeze refreshing. She walked without watching her step, practically floating. Since parting that morning, she’d been longing for her, and now even the breeze felt sweet.

The dusky yellow sky blended with the blue sea.

All lovey-dovey, ambiguously intimate.

Jiang Mingyue lowered her voice, asking, “What’s You Jin up to now?”

Du Qingting leaned against a tree, in a good mood. “Why bring her up?”

She frowned, feeling it ruined the vibe.

Still, she answered, “She’s at some temple with my mom, practicing or something. Oh, Tai’an Temple.”

“?” Jiang Mingyue was puzzled. “What’s she doing at a temple?”

Du Qingting missed her girlfriend desperately, time crawling by. Not wanting to mention the runaway-bride thing, she leaned on the tree, scrolling her phone, and said casually, “No idea. Family stuff, probably.”

Seeing Jiang Mingyue’s curiosity, Du Qingting brushed wood chips off her hands and showed her mom’s social media. Her mom was a riot, tagging her in every video lately.

For example: Her mom posted a chanting video with Sanskrit from the temple master, tagging her: [@Du Qingting, Buddha says save others, save yourself. Marriage depends on heaven, earth, and your own effort.]

In the video, Chen Huiru knelt on a yellow mat, one hand holding her phone, the other clutching prayer beads, saying, “Qingting, the master said you and You Jin are a fated match, a perfect pair. Mom prayed devoutly for you today.”

Jiang Mingyue glanced down at a comment.

“Sister”: Merciful Buddha, sticky rice Buddha.

Chen Huiru: [@Du Qingting, got a top-tier marriage fortune today. The matchmaker says that love ties you and You Jin together.]

Picture: Mom hand-holding a top-tier fortune.

Every word rhymed, carefully crafted.

“See that?” Du Qingting said, head aching.

Jiang Mingyue spotted the crux. “So, your mom wants you to marry You Jin, and you ran off here…”

“Uh… that’s not the point.” Du Qingting dodged, scrolling to another of her mom’s posts.

Chen Huiru: [@Du Qingting, the God of Wealth says she’ll bring you prosperity!!!]

Here we go again, classic Chinese obsession.

Du Qingting scrolled past similar posts.

Jiang Mingyue said earnestly, “Your mom used the world’s sweetest words to get you and You Jin together.”

“She’s also used the nastiest ones,” Du Qingting didn’t elaborate. Her mom once spammed her with tragic stories of bankrupt heiresses, less tasteful than her own comics.

They didn’t sway Du Qingting.

Her heart settled. She liked her mom’s post. Instantly, her mom called. Du Qingting pressed a finger to her lips, reluctantly answering. It quickly turned into a video call.

In a simple Zen room, Chen Huiru wore plain clothes, prayer beads on her wrist. Once a glamorous heiress dripping in jewelry, she’d gone bare-faced, devoted to Buddha in days.

Leaning against the tree, Du Qingting said patiently, “Finish praying and go home. Make your posts private.”

Chen Huiru scrutinized her background, but Du Qingting angled the camera to hide her location. Chen Huiru said, “This isn’t just anyone—it’s the master, very accurate. I gave him your birth chart, and he said you and You Jin are deeply fated. Cherish her, don’t mess around, or you’ll regret it later.”

Du Qingting said, “I don’t believe it. I only trust the matchmaker. I already consulted him, he said I’m destined to grow old with another woman.”

Chen Huiru retorted, “I consulted the matchmaker too, all top-tier fortunes. Look.” She pulled a slip from her wide sleeve, the same top-tier fortune from her post.

Du Qingting said speechlessly, “Can you not? It’s nowhere near settled, and you’re broadcasting I’m marrying You Jin. Plus, I’m dating someone.”

“What?” Chen Huiru caught it, adjusting her sleeves, skeptical. “Aunt Liu’s in the next room. Say hi?”

You Jin’s mom was surnamed Liu. Du Qingting remembered her—a formidable woman who built an empire with You Jin’s dad, exuding elegance. Chen Huiru looked like a clueless beauty next to her.

Du Qingting feared Aunt Liu and worried You Jin was at the temple. If her mom wanted them to meet, it’d be disastrous. She hurried, “Got stuff to do. Hanging up.”

She cut the call.

Chen Huiru, gripping her phone, sent several messages, annoyed.

[The master also said: Be cautious in words and actions, cherish the one before you.]

[Listen to the master. Be cautious, cherish You Jin. She’s your fated wife. Watch your behavior out there, don’t be reckless, come back soon.]

Du Qingting ignored her mom, messaging her sister: [@Du Nuanzhi, can you stop being so extra? What’s with ‘Buddha doesn’t save sticky rice’? Who are you calling sticky rice?]

Du Nuanzhi: [You’re not just face-blind, you’re blind-blind! I’m on Mom’s side right now! Buddha says you’re missing Sister You in your fate! Come back soon, or you’ll regret it!]

Du Qingting didn’t get why her neutral sister flipped sides. Checking her sister’s social media, she saw Gundam models, new phones, tablets, and three luxury bags.

Du Nuanzhi’s post: [Which one’s the best?]

Self-reply: Hehe, got them all.

Living better than her.

Seconds later, her sister blocked her.

Jiang Mingyue watched her flurry of actions, piecing it together—Du Qingting’s family had been swayed. “Does You Jin know you’re dating?”

Du Qingting grew angrier, then checked her phone, feeling bold. Scoffing, “Do I need her permission to date? Even if she knows, so what? My girlfriend’s a hundred times better. What’s she gonna do, hit me?”

“You’ll see. My girlfriend’s captivating.”

You Jin was twenty minutes away. Xu Yang drove, Su Qinxi and You Jin in the back. Su Qinxi lowered the window, her hair fluttering. “Not worried about being recognized?”

You Jin said, “I don’t know her friends well.”

“What if?” Su Qinxi waved at the breeze.

“What if…” You Jin savored the words, a smile in her eyes. “Love needs witnesses. My side’s covered; she needs one too.”

Su Qinxi turned, “So, I’m part of your play?”

You Jin didn’t respond.

Su Qinxi teased, “Like it’s a wedding, needing both sides to witness.”

You Jin pressed her lips, silent.

Su Qinxi remarked, “You Jin, you’re wicked.”

Wicked?

Xu Yang glanced at the rearview mirror. You Jin, glasses on, met her eyes with a smiling yet warning chill.

You Jin was their financier. Before her Haicheng visit, the company’s bosses analyzed her preferences—her notorious temper meant cold faces if lodging or food displeased her.

Su Qinxi played good cop to You Jin’s bad cop. Everyone knew they were a fearsome duo.

At the destination, Su Qinxi asked Xu Yang, “Got a hair tie?”

Xu Yang handed her one. “Used once. Do you mind?”

Su Qinxi tied her hair, glancing at her. “Keep yours up.”

Xu Yang was confused but said nothing.

Su Qinxi fixed her hair, patted You Jin. “Go find your blind dog.”

You Jin gave her a cold look, then gazed at the coast.

Du Qingting’s voice called, “Girlfriend?”

Jiang Mingyue stood up with her, eyeing You Jin’s outfit—a black halter dress, high slit revealing pale legs. As You Jin turned, Jiang Mingyue’s eyes widened, staring at her face.

First glance: Stunning, a real enchantress.

Certain, yet uncertain.

Second glance:

This… isn’t that You Jin?

Too similar.

You Jin’s gaze swept over Jiang Mingyue, head tilting slightly. She pressed her car key, opened the trunk, and handed Du Qingting a bouquet. “Sorry, work kept me until evening.” Her fingers smoothed Du Qingting’s furrowed brow, coaxing, “Don’t be mad.”

White and black roses.

Not overly vibrant, sensually gilded.

Du Qingting was mad at her mom, but she melted under You Jin’s doting, hugging the flowers, sniffing them.

She smiled brightly, “Not mad, just missed you.”

You Jin then noticed Jiang Mingyue, her eyes smiling through her glasses. “Girlfriend, won’t you introduce us?”

Her voice was gentle, her expression warm.

Jiang Mingyue was dumbfounded.

Du Qingting introduced Jiang Mingyue, “This is my girlfriend, surname Wang.”

“Surname what?” Jiang Mingyue didn’t catch it.

“Hello, Miss Jiang,” You Jin said graciously, exuding elegance and poise, a refined heiress.

Su Qinxi, arms crossed, studied Jiang Mingyue, knowing her brain was spinning, CPU probably overheating. Su Qinxi smirked, holding back laughter.

She stopped You Jin from introducing herself, saying to Du Qingting, “Don’t talk. Let her see.”

Du Qingting had noticed Su Qinxi and Xu Yang earlier. Though their hairstyles were similar, Xu Yang was shorter—1.6 meters to Su Qinxi’s 1.75 in heels. Plus, Su Qinxi’s black blouse screamed commanding older-sister energy.

“You…” Du Qingting looked between them. “Who said they had a twin sister last time?”

Xu Yang pointed to herself. “Me.”

“Fraternal twins?” Du Qingting asked, confused.

They didn’t clarify. Du Qingting, still puzzled, was reminded by You Jin, “Last time, you mistook Xiao Su for Xiao Xu.”

Du Qingting, mortified, shook Su Qinxi’s hand. “So sorry, really sorry, Xu Yang. We haven’t met much; I got confused. Got it now, you’re Xu Yang.”

Su Qinxi: “Sure.”

Du Qingting introduced to Jiang Mingyue, pointing at Su Qinxi. “My girlfriend’s colleague and friend, Xu Yang.” The other, she only knew by surname. “Su-something.”

Jiang Mingyue nodded slightly, eyes on You Jin. “Hi, hi.”

Su Qinxi gritted her teeth. “Great.”

You Jin told Jiang Mingyue, “Don’t be nervous. Treat us like friends.”

“Okay, thanks,” Jiang Mingyue smiled.

The car drove a bit further. You Jin sat Du Qingting close, the faint rose scent lingering, sweet.

In the car, Du Qingting clung to You Jin, pinching and squeezing her playfully.

Jiang Mingyue, previously at a distance, now up close, genuinely thought she looked too much like You Jin—nearsighted versus not, curly hair versus straight. Features? A dead ringer.

Su Qinxi discussed dinner plans. Yesterday’s chef suited her taste.

You Jin asked Jiang Mingyue, “Can you handle spicy food? That place is spicy.”

“I can. I like spicy food,” Jiang Mingyue said.

With five people, they’d order barbecue. Jiang Mingyue, familiar with Haicheng, knew the street. “There’s a place with great barbecue, Xinjiang skewers. Order online, pick up later.”

You Jin pulled out her phone for them to order. Jiang Mingyue offered to treat, but You Jin declined.

The car reached the street, barbecue aromas wafting. The recommended shop was packed.

You Jin said, “Looks good.”

Su Qinxi chimed in, “Everything looks good to you, huh.” Annoyed at the “blind dog,” she shot Du Qingting a look. You Jin patted her, giving a cold glance, fiercely protective.

Jiang Mingyue caught it, shipping them a bit.

They got out. Jiang Mingyue and Xu Yang grabbed skewers, then headed to the seafood shop. Jiang Mingyue slowed, wanting to ask if she really wasn’t You Jin.

Du Qingting blinked. “What do you think? My girlfriend’s amazing.” She loved her vibe, her soothing words. Whispering, “I suspect Xu Yang likes her.”

“Maybe… a little,” Jiang Mingyue said.

At the shop, they ate barbecue first, seafood being prepared.

Du Qingting sat between You Jin and Su Qinxi, keeping them apart.

Jiang Mingyue, next to Xu Yang, heard her called “boss”. Shocked, she couldn’t say it to You Jin’s face, “You look like Du Qingting’s other sister, You Jin.” That’d imply a stand-in.

But her last shred of shipping stubbornness wanted to scream, Du Qingting, why not just choose You Jin?

Her stereotype of You Jin was straight hair, black clothes, and strict. If You Jin went for this sensual style, with her figure and face, she’d rival “Miss Wang.”

Jiang Mingyue felt reserved, often glancing at “Miss Wang,” caught several times, seeming rude. “Miss Wang” didn’t mind, smiling, “Relax, just call me Sister like little Qingting does.”

Her smile eased Jiang Mingyue. “Okay, okay… thanks.”

You Jin, considerate, chatted with her. “You and her were classmates?”

“Yeah, desk mates,” Jiang Mingyue said.

Du Qingting laughed, “She copied my homework, helped with tests.” To Jiang Mingyue, “Remember that physics test I didn’t finish? You Jin checked, and we stayed up—you helped.” To You Jin, “You don’t know, she’s ace at mimicking handwriting. You Jin never noticed.”

You Jin smiled, amused.

Su Qinxi, eating skewers, thought, So it was you. She’d been furious back then, spotting the issue but lacking proof. She’d picked Du Qingting up, letting her class see her “strict sister.”

Gazing at Jiang Mingyue, Su Qinxi fanned the flames. “Wow, little miss, that’s impressive. Bet You Jin was livid.”

“Not really… I was young, broke, and she paid for test help. I knew how, so I earned some cash,” Jiang Mingyue said softly.

You Jin, eyes smiling, asked, “So her homework was all ghostwritten?”

“She did some herself,” Jiang Mingyue said.

“Oh.” You Jin looked at her girlfriend, feeding her a shrimp. “Not good.”

“Mm,” Du Qingting grinned, taking the advice.

They chatted freely. Xu Yang ate quietly, listening to the bosses, timid as a newbie, scared.

You Jin asked about Jiang Mingyue’s work and progress. Jiang Mingyue shared her projects, and You Jin, knowledgeable, offered business insights and praise. Du Qingting hadn’t realized Jiang Mingyue’s brilliance.

“You’re killing it, Jiang Mingyue. Thought you just played around,” Du Qingting said.

“Not that great…” Jiang Mingyue blushed, stealing glances at You Jin—truly an enchantress, charming, gentle.

After eating, they switched spots. The street’s smoky spice wasn’t chat-friendly. Jiang Mingyue suggested a nearby bar with music, mentioning a beer festival soon.

Xu Yang, sober, drove them.

At the bar, Du Qingting’s phone buzzed—a voice message from her sister.

Du Nuanzhi: “I think you and You Jin are super compatible. Sis, just give in~ Don’t fight it. The more you resist, the more excited she’ll get. Wanna sway me? Send 88,888 for my birthday.”

Du Qingting counted 80,000? Why not rob a bank?

You Jin tilted her head. “What’s up?”

“Craving candy,” Du Qingting said.

Looking at the bar, memories surged. “A cigarette will do too.”

“Mint candy?” You Jin asked. Du Qingting nodded. You Jin said, “You guys go in. I’ll check the car.”

“No need—” Before Du Qingting finished, You Jin patted her shoulder, urging her inside.

Du Qingting’s heart sweetened. To Jiang Mingyue, “This is the love I want. She’s different.”

“You don’t get it, she’s unique. Everyone’s cookie-cutter, but her? One glance, and my world sparkles.”

Jiang Mingyue nodded, smiling. “You only see your girlfriend, huh?”

“Obviously.”

“Like searching for her in a crowd, then turning to find her at the lantern-lit corner.”

Though her shipped pair flopped, Jiang Mingyue initially hurt but now felt sweet, even a bit jealous. Tugging Du Qingting’s sleeve, “Date well, sister. She’s perfect for you.”

Du Qingting smiled.

Su Qinxi glanced at them, slipping by.

The bar had a singer engaging the crowd, packed. They found seats. Du Qingting put her phone on airplane mode to avoid annoyance, saving a spot for You Jin.

Food arrived. You Jin returned, handing her a tin of mints.

Sitting close, You Jin asked, “What upset you?”

“Called my mom this afternoon,” Du Qingting said.

“Pressuring you to marry?”

“Worse. She went to Tai’an Temple with my blind date’s mom, praying for our ‘fated match.’ I’m numb.”

Grinning at You Jin, Du Qingting didn’t know what tickled her. Tilting her head, “What’s funny?”

“You’re saying you’re numb, it’s cute.” You Jin asked, “Your parents don’t push marriage?”

“They do.”

“How do you handle it?”

You Jin only said that word, then fell silent. Du Qingting couldn’t tell if it was a hook or genuine helplessness. You Jin smiled faintly, soothingly, “Let’s not talk about it.”

Du Qingting sensed a story in that smile but felt a weight, You Jin being urged to marry meant rivals.

“Why so quiet?” You Jin asked.

Du Qingting didn’t admit her thoughts. “Thinking of my sister. Wish she were just a year or two younger.”

“Hm?” You Jin was puzzled.

“She could marry You Jin for the alliance. She seems into it,” Du Qingting shrugged, unbothered. “Works for everyone. I don’t love her anyway.”

Her words alarmed the table. Xu Yang’s juice-holding hand shook, nearly jumping to stop her—those words were dangerous!

Jiang Mingyue had separated “Miss Wang” from You Jin, but with no reaction from “Miss Wang” and Du Qingting’s bold claim, she noticed Su Qinxi and Xu Yang eyeing You Jin. Suspicions grew; something felt off.

Su Qinxi tried to salvage it. “Your sister wants to marry You Jin, but you don’t?”

“Definitely not. You Jin might not even like my sister… but if she does, great,” Du Qingting said.

Su Qinxi gave up, silent.

You Jin sipped her drink slowly, smiling faintly. Her arm rested on the couch back, silver glasses glinting coldly under the bar’s lights. Sipping again, she gave Du Qingting a helpless, doting smile.

They clinked glasses, drinking heavily.

You Jin said she’d grab food, hooking a finger for Du Qingting to follow.

The group waited, but no beer arrived. Jiang Mingyue, on a call with her mentor, stepped out to check if they’d fought—Du Qingting’s words were risky.

But “Miss Wang” wasn’t mad. In a secluded corner, they embraced.

Du Qingting pressed against “Miss Wang,” talking. “Miss Wang” let her act freely, head on her shoulder, Du Qingting’s arms around her slim waist. “Miss Wang” pinched her cheek firmly, then hooked her neck.

Du Qingting playfully held an unlit cigarette in her mouth.

The sister leaned in, biting the cigarette from her lips. The damp tip, in her mouth, turned her roguish vibe into pure allure. They pressed closer.

Too sweet to watch. Jiang Mingyue, done with her call, returned, realized no food was bought, and stood. Su Qinxi poured her juice, teasing, “What’d you see?”

Jiang Mingyue blushed, too shy to say.

Su Qinxi laughed, “Ignore them. Food’s an excuse, they’re stuffed.”

Jiang Mingyue asked, “Is her surname really Wang?”

Su Qinxi pressed a finger to her lips, eyes teasing, glancing back. “Shh.” Then, “I’m not Xu Yang.”

“Huh?”

Xu Yang raised his hand. “I’m Xu Yang.”

The couple returned, hand in hand.

So, Wang or You? Su Qinxi, in the bar’s dim light, smiled dreamily, leaning back lazily, eyeing the pair not sitting close. Jiang Mingyue stole a glance at Su Qinxi’s captivating eyes, heart racing. This sister’s gorgeous.

Du Qingting was right.

This sister was beautiful, easy to flirt with.

Du Qingting and You Jin sat alone at another table. You Jin ordered songs, starting calm, listening quietly. Later, You Jin sat on Du Qingting’s lap, arm around her neck, stealing kisses and whispering sweetly in the dark.

Each glance from Jiang Mingyue felt sweet, perfect, yet too bold—she couldn’t help staring.

At eleven, the singer paused, and the group dispersed. Jiang Mingyue headed home, declining You Jin’s offer to send her—the last subway was near, with seats.

On the subway, carrying two bags of fish, Jiang Mingyue stared at their clasped hands, doubting reality. Is she really not You Jin?

Is she? She’s too gentle.

She must be.

So calm, so tolerant today.

Jiang Mingyue saw You Jin hold Du Qingting’s hand, nodding farewell. If she was, Du Qingting was done for—

The subway roared past.

She couldn’t figure it out.

But suddenly, she grasped some Buddhist wisdom.

The hotel was a drive away. Xu Yang dropped off the bosses—You Jin first, then Su Qinxi. Su Qinxi watched them head uphill, Du Qingting holding the roses.

Leaning on the window, Su Qinxi smiled at Xu Yang. “Don’t worry, the project’s signing soon. I told your boss, it’s your credit.”

Xu Yang smiled. “Thanks, President. Su.”

With few people on the road, she drove slowly, nervously asking, “Ms. Su, I didn’t mess up today, right? When Du Qingting talks, I wanna cry and laugh, toes curling.”

Su Qinxi reassured her, “It’s fine. No one’s blaming you.”

“Thanks, President. Su.”

Back at the hotel, You Jin swiped her card at the door. Du Qingting’s phone pinged, an odd message from Jiang Mingyue.

Jiang Mingyue: [I think your mom’s Tai’an Temple master has real skill.]

Du Qingting glanced at You Jin, typed a “?”, and sent it.

Jiang Mingyue: [Be cautious!]

Du Qingting looked up. You Jin hadn’t opened the door, swiping and retracting the card, eyeing her phone screen, then her furrowed brow. Du Qingting turned it off.

Leaning on the door, You Jin said softly, “Two nights left… Rest tonight? A bit drunk. See you tomorrow?”

Two days until the honeymoon ended.

Drunk but not sleepy, Du Qingting’s body burned, craving intimacy. “No, let’s do something sweet.”
Today, You Jin was gentle as water. After a day apart, Du Qingting grabbed her arm, reluctant to let go.

You Jin didn’t move.

Du Qingting, losing her grip, set the flowers down.

“Please, Sister.”

You Jin stayed unmoved. She sighed.

Du Qingting found You Jin’s mention of dates cruel, like breaking up mid-passion to punish her, stripping her dignity, making her a lovesick puppy…

She’d wasted nights before. Pulling You Jin’s hand, she coaxed, “Seven days total, two already gone, Sister.”

Calling “Sister” had little effect.

You Jin’s eyes darkened, then lifted. “Fine, a little sweetness for you.”

Du Qingting wasn’t satisfied. “But… we’ve kissed everywhere. I want to be with you.”

Once shameful, twice thrilling. Being blunt didn’t matter.

“Hm?” You Jin teased gently, “With who?”

“You,” Du Qingting said.

“I really like you.”

“I wanna kiss you.”

“…Let me sleep beside you.”

If this woman was You Jin, she’d be mortified, ready to vanish. But this state electrified her.
The woman’s lips parted softly, “Oh.”

Du Qingting knew what she wanted, pressing closer, sensing You Jin’s body shift—both adults, clearly. She leaned in, wanting to hug her before entering. You Jin’s gaze was thick, yearning for connection.

Her eyelashes trembled, dodging Du Qingting’s lips. “Keep going, I’ll feel it…” Du Qingting, unbearably teased, lifted a hand to her face, pulling her back, kissing her red lips. You Jin blocked me with a finger, saying, “You’re good at copying answers, but not mine?”

Her tone was sour, jealous, settling old scores. Du Qingting, catching it, got excited, hearing her coldly say, “I’m mad.” Panicked, Du Qingting blurted, “You… You Jin…”

She loved the name. The woman stopped resisting, breath quickening, fingers pulling away, red lips meeting red lips. Her tongue traced Du Qingting’s lips, tickling, like praise. “Keep going.”

She said, “So good, I like you.”

Du Qingting’s body ignited, indulging her obsession. “You Jin, sister. Sister You Jin, I like you so much, I wanna be with you.”

Du Qingting was obedient, learning what she taught.

Last night, she’d mastered it.

“You Jin, let me love you…”

You Jin met her gaze. “Okay.”

Du Qingting’s toes curled with shame. She hated You Jin, yet couldn’t stop kissing this woman—so strange, so thrilling.

She adored her, addicted to her name, unable to quit. Studying her glasses, wanting to remove them for easier kisses, she licked her lips. The woman opened her mouth, letting her act freely, eyes squinting with desire and expectation, urging her on. Just this once, to ease it, then no more calling. She’d lost her limits anyway.

Cradling her face, palms hot and trembling, “You Jin, You Jin… You Jin Sister, let me sleep beside you, let me love you, make you feel good, make you soar.”

Big sister is so satisfied today.

So shameful, Xiao Du. What now when you’re going back?