Two-Faced Girlfriend - Chapter 12.1

Xu Yawei heard Si Man speak so low and weak for the first time, and she felt a bad premonition.

She hung up the phone and quickly rushed to the address Si Man sent her, which was a small villa.

As she entered, she saw Si Man curled up on the carpet, hugging her knees, her expression lonely and soft.

Xu Yawei softly called, “Si Man?”

Si Man didn’t look up, still staring blankly at her toes.

“My grandfather passed away, just now.”

Xu Yawei’s heart sank upon hearing this.

She opened her mouth but didn’t know what to say, only licking her lips.

She knew generic comforts were useless, and Si Man needed companionship and listening, not consolation.

“Since he was hospitalized, I didn’t see him again. I knew he was very ill and might suddenly be gone one day, but I just couldn’t cross that barrier.”

Si Man suddenly looked up at Xu Yawei.

“Do you want to know why I never liked being the dominant one before?”

Xu Yawei gently patted her back.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to say if you don’t want to.”

Si Man lowered her head again and continued, “My aunt was also a lesbian. She died when I was nineteen, driven to death by my grandfather. He first broke her fingers, then locked her up. My aunt couldn’t endure such dark days and slit her wrists to die. My dad passed away early, and my mom was always busy. It was my aunt who raised me, so her death hit me hard. That’s why I hated my grandfather.”

Xu Yawei pulled Si Man into her arms.

After not seeing her for a few days, Si Man’s slender body felt even thinner, her bones almost sharp to the touch.

“Though I hated him, I didn’t want him to die. I just always went against him. He treated my aunt that way, so I openly engaged in lesbian relationships, making sure everyone knew. He wanted me to go into business, but I refused and joined the entertainment industry he despised most. Many times, I wished it was him who died, not my aunt. But when he actually died, I felt pain. They’re both my family, and losing either one is unbearable. Thinking about it, he was much more lenient with me than with my aunt. Now he’s gone so suddenly, and I didn’t even see him before he died. My heart feels heavy, empty.”

Si Man burrowed deeper into Xu Yawei’s arms.

“I don’t want to experience separation again. Xu Yawei, don’t leave me, okay?”

Xu Yawei’s heart raced instantly.

Being so needed by someone she loved made her feel flustered, only knowing to stroke Si Man’s back.

“Okay, I won’t leave you.”

Si Man suddenly sat up straight, her dark eyes seriously gazing into Xu Yawei’s and said, “I mean forever, never leave me. I like you, Xu Yawei.”

Xu Yawei was shocked.

Was Si Man confessing to her?

“I’ll never leave you.”

Then Xu Yawei hugged Si Man tightly and added, “I like you too.”

Their mutual confessions were both unexpected and expected.

They weren’t unaware of each other’s feelings, but those feelings always felt vague, uncertain.

Neither dared to believe the other truly loved them, wanting to speak first but always hesitating.

Now was the perfect moment to confess.

With death above them, neither would lie.

They held each other tightly for a long time until cold tears hit Xu Yawei’s neck.

She kissed Si Man’s delicate neck, moving up to her wet eyes.

Those refined eyes were slightly red, tears slipping one by one from the corners.

Si Man looked breathtakingly beautiful even now.

Si Man, with a hoarse voice, said, “Take me…”

Xu Yawei sat up to meet her gaze.

Si Man wrapped her arms around Xu Yawei’s neck and softly lay back on the carpet.

The carpet was soft in texture and color, and Si Man’s long hair spread across it, indescribably beautiful.

Today, Si Man was fragile—her kiss soft, her movements soft, her body soft.

While kissing her neck, Xu Yawei pushed Si Man’s nightdress above her chest, revealing the woman’s mature, graceful figure in a poetic way before Xu Yawei’s eyes.

Xu Yawei’s eyes filled with tenderness.

She slowly lowered her head and took Si Man’s rosy n1pple in her mouth.

She teased it with her lips, her warm, wet tongue brushing lightly.

The soft n1pple gradually hardened, like a stubborn pebble, standing firm no matter how Xu Yawei played with it.

Si Man moaned, “Mm…”

Hearing Si Man moan at this stage of foreplay was extremely rare.

Xu Yawei was thrilled; she repeated the action from just before Si Man’s moan.

Si Man let out another enticing groan.

Her voice was seductive yet restrained, making Xu Yawei wet.

Xu Yawei sucked one n1pple with her mouth and teased the other with her hand.

Under such intense dual stimulation, Si Man’s cries grew more frequent.

Noticing Si Man’s restlessness and urgency, Xu Yawei finally reached Si Man’s empty thighs.

Her sheer panties were soaked, and a layer of glistening dew coated Xu Yawei’s hand upon touching them.

The wet, soft touch of the pvssy enthralled Xu Yawei.

She rubbed the plump, rounded part of the pvssy with her fingertip, unable to let go.

The flesh there was especially tender, shaved and wet, like a peeled grape that oozed with a press.