The Cold Queen is My Exclusive Little Snack - Chapter 21

The hem of her skirt pooled on her lap, Zuo Xingning’s leg pressed against her hand. In the cramped space, heat radiated continuously but couldn’t escape.

Sweat beaded on Chu Shiyin’s forehead, her palms, everywhere, leaving her clammy and sticky.

Zuo Xingning tilted her head, as if stumped by a question, gazing at her silently.

The night’s misty blue filled Chu Shiyin’s vision, obscuring her view of Zuo Xingning’s eyes. Her body, however, sensed her presence even before her eyes could.

Waist, collarbone, neck, and finally, lips.

A gaze as tangible as a touch lingered on her, heat rising inch by inch. Zuo Xingning’s eyes burned like twin flames, scorching away every last drop of moisture, leaving Chu Shiyin’s mouth parched and her throat dry.

“Jiejie, kiss me,” Zuo Xingning finally said, breaking the oppressive silence.

Chu Shiyin wished she hadn’t answered at all.

“You’re drunk…” she murmured, unsure who she was speaking to.

She’s drunk. She probably thinks she’s dreaming. What she said might not mean what I think it does…

But…

What if?

Everything crumbles under the weight of that single, haunting “what if.”

The moment that thought arose, Chu Shiyin’s self-control crumbled. Her long-suppressed fantasies, once dormant, were now nourished, instantly taking root and sprouting wildly.

At the end of those burgeoning branches lay Zuo Xingning, cradled in Chu Shiyin’s palm.

Chu Shiyin gave her one last chance, almost pleading, “You’re drunk. Come on, let’s go downstairs, okay?”

“Why am I drunk?” Zuo Xingning couldn’t recall drinking any alcohol. “I only had sweet fermented rice balls…”

Oh, right, the sweet fermented rice balls!

While eating them, someone had said something to her…

Zuo Xingning frowned, straining to remember.

Don’t be afraid to confess boldly! The time is short now. If Chu Shiyin’s feelings for you solidify into sisterly affection, it’ll be too late!

“Jiejie,” Zuo Xingning murmured, unable to recall who had said those words, but they resonated with her.

She shifted her gaze from Chu Shiyin’s lips to her eyes. “I like you.”

“I like you a lot.”

“The kind of like where I want to devour you.”

“But I’m holding back.”

“I can’t devour you.”

“So just being with you is enough.”

“Do you like me?”

Chu Shiyin froze, an unprecedented stillness gripping her. From the moment Zuo Xingning confessed her feelings, time stretched out, each second dragging on like an eternity.

Within that eternity, Chu Shiyin was swept away by a tidal wave of unfamiliar emotions, plunging into the depths of the sea.

It felt like drowning—and she knew she would eventually suffocate.

Until she heard those almost joking words: “The kind of like where I want to eat you up.”

Of course, she thought. She’s drunk and doesn’t know what she’s doing.

“Okay, I understand,” Chu Shiyin said, regaining her composure. Her tender thoughts sank into the deep sea in her stead.

“Jiejie likes you too, so let’s not fight anymore, okay?”

Zuo Xingning remained motionless, her brow furrowing deeper.

Why isn’t my confession working? This still sounds like I’m coaxing a child.

She didn’t want to be treated like a child anymore, didn’t want to be the gentle, harmless “little sister.” She had grown up.

Chu Shiyin should know that she had grown up.

As for her treating you like a child, well, what can you do? You were born a few years later, after all. In situations like this, you need to take drastic measures! The more drastic, the better!

A “strong medicine”?

Zuo Xingning tilted her head, sweeping her hair forward over her shoulder, half her face hidden in shadow, accentuating the sharp angles of her features. Her lips were pressed into a tight line, a rare display of aggression.

An inexplicable, absurd premonition rose from the depths of Chu Shiyin’s heart. Her pulse quickened, and she, disregarding any offense to Zuo Xingning, desperately tried to pull her hand away.

The smooth, supple skin seemed to cling to her hand like a suction cup, refusing to release its grip. In the ensuing struggle, Chu Shiyin’s strength ultimately prevailed, forcing the reluctant release.

Before she could even register the lingering sensation of that delicate touch, Chu Shiyin flexed her wrist, intending to forcefully push Zuo Xingning back into the passenger seat. But before she could reach out, the sharp zip of a zipper slicing through the air froze her breath in her throat.

Under the moonlight, Zuo Xingning’s exposed skin glowed with an almost translucent whiteness. She crossed her hands, gripped the front of her dress, and yanked downward, leaving Chu Shiyin staring at a vast expanse of cold, pale flesh.

In a split-second reaction, Chu Shiyin flattened the seat, flipped over, and pinned Zuo Xingning beneath her, shielding her completely.

The car windows were tinted with privacy film, and the windshield faced the wall, theoretically preventing outsiders from seeing what was happening inside. But if anything went wrong, everything would be exposed.

“Do you even realize what you’re doing?!” Chu Shiyin demanded, her gaze unwavering. She maintained her usual icy expression, trying to intimidate Zuo Xingning. “If you keep this up, I’m going to get angry.”

She was indeed growing frustrated, mostly at herself for indulging Zuo Xingning’s antics for so long.

“Get dressed and stop messing around,” Chu Shiyin said, bracing herself against the seat back as she tried to create some distance.

“I’m not messing around,” Zuo Xingning replied, her eyes fixed on Chu Shiyin.

She was exceptionally skilled at pushing boundaries, especially when drunk. Moreover, she sensed no genuine rejection or disgust from Chu Shiyin, which meant she could continue.

With a casual hook of her calf around Chu Shiyin’s waist, Zuo Xingning pulled her hips flush against her own, leaving only Chu Shiyin’s arms to maintain the last vestige of resistance.

“Jiejie, I’m not a child anymore. Look.”

Look? Look at what?

Chu Shiyin’s mind froze, gears rusted and unable to turn. She couldn’t keep up with Zuo Xingning’s train of thought, her brain a blank slate.

The person beneath her showed no consideration for her struggle, abruptly pulling away her right hand, which had been gripping the chair back. A cool hand took hers, covering it with a soft warmth.

Her heart pounded against her palm, an undeniable presence.

Chu Shiyin couldn’t believe what she was touching.

Heat rushed to her head, and it felt as if a steam train were roaring past her ears, its deafening whistle tearing through her, crushing her whole being.

Her body trembled uncontrollably, and she could almost hear the roar of her bl00d surging through her veins, desperate to burst forth in a crimson bloom.

Something had blinded her eyes and clouded her heart.

Chu Shiyin lost her voice, her lips trembling uncontrollably.

Was it cold? She didn’t know.

All she saw was Zuo Xingning, her features magnified in her pupils, lips pressed against lips, heartbeats aligned.

A soft, wet warmth pressed inside, the scent of osmanthus wine flooding her mouth, clumsy and insistent, demanding everything.

Finally, she stopped trembling and gave her everything she wanted.

Their hearts, pressed close together, pulsed in perfect sync.

Neither of them could articulate more, their words dissolving on their tongues, swallowed whole.

After kissing for a while, Zuo Xingning suddenly remembered the mole. Her hand reached out weakly in the darkness, fingers curling in the air. A sharp pain shot through her tongue as she bit it, and she whimpered in protest.

A punishment for letting her mind wander.

Chu Shiyin seized her hand, their fingers intertwining.

Knowing she had bitten too hard—a novice’s mistake—Chu Shiyin retracted her tongue, soothing the tender spot.

The friction sent a tingling numbness through Zuo Xingning’s body. The woman beneath her writhed like a serpent, soft, ragged breaths escaping her lips.

Though Zuo Xingning pleaded for mercy, Chu Shiyin heard something else entirely.

The assault intensified, their breathing growing more frantic. Chu Shiyin’s tongue swirled in Zuo Xingning’s mouth, turning her mind to mush.

Gradually, Zuo Xingning forgot everything. Her body passively memorized the patterns of invasion. She began tentatively mimicking Chu Shiyin’s movements, returning the favor in kind.

Zuo Xingning learned quickly. All the theoretical knowledge Chu Shiyin had inadvertently accumulated over her few extra years was absorbed completely.

They had already exchanged breaths, Chu Shiyin’s mouth filled with the sweet fragrance of osmanthus-infused rice wine. Her soft, nimble tongue slipped inside, mimicking Zuo Xingning’s movements, twining around hers. The tip of her tongue glided across Zuo Xingning’s palate and cheek, finally swirling at the base of her tongue.

Now it was Chu Shiyin who gasped for breath.

Waves of trembling surged through her, similar to before but far more intense.

Like a small boat tossed on a stormy sea, she was repeatedly lifted to the crest of each wave, only to be slammed back down into the abyss. Rising and falling, surging and plummeting, one misstep could lead to destruction in the treacherous currents of pleasure.

As their kiss deepened, Zuo Xingning’s body slid downward, her nose tracing a path from Chu Shiyin’s earlobe down her neck. Her free hand finally found its way to the hollow of Chu Shiyin’s lower back, teasing the sensitive spot.

Let me be destroyed then.

Chu Shiyin’s eyes glazed over. She cradled Zuo Xingning’s head, burying her lips in the dark, fragrant hair, unable to suppress a low moan.

Amidst the pattering rain, they clung to each other, driven solely by instinct.

For this one moment, Chu Shiyin refused to think about the future.