Two Faced Lover - Chapter 58

58: Temptation

Meng Xuran had said earlier that taking advantage of someone’s drunkenness was wrong, so she probably wouldn’t go any further. Bo Mingyan also didn’t want to do something so intimate while Meng Xuran thought she was drunk.

So she spent five minutes thinking about it—the more she thought, the more curious she became. What exactly does Meng Xuran’s “true dog-like” behavior look like? Unable to figure it out, she couldn’t help but ask.

As soon as the words left her mouth, Meng Xuran turned around, buried herself in Bo Mingyan’s arms, and started wriggling like a playful puppy: “Awoo! Awoo!”

So this is what she means by “dog-like”? Bo Mingyan froze for a second before bursting into laughter, squirming away from the tickling assault. When she pushed Meng Xuran off, the latter pouted and retaliated with a series of playful nips.

Bo Mingyan laughed helplessly. “Quite fierce, aren’t you?”

“Hmph.” Meng Xuran finally relented, pulling back slightly. With a sly glint in her eyes, she warned, “If you don’t sleep, I’ll keep bothering you like this—over and over—until you can’t sleep even if you want to.”

“…” Bo Mingyan cleared her throat. “You really are a dog.”

The words carried an unmistakable fondness, and Meng Xuran, hearing it, suddenly didn’t feel insulted. Instead, she preened a little. “Mhm~”

Bo Mingyan chuckled low in her throat.

“Stop laughing at me!” Meng Xuran huffed, flustered.

Bo Mingyan lay flat, catching her breath. “I don’t know many people.”

Meng Xuran blinked, thinking this was the start of a new topic. “And?”

“And,” Bo Mingyan smirked, “the only one I can call little sister is you.”

So, I’m laughing at you. No problem there.

Meng Xuran scoffed. “I’m not your little sister.”

Bo Mingyan countered, “You’ve called me older sister before.”

“But I stopped later,” Meng Xuran argued stubbornly. “So it doesn’t count.”

Bo Mingyan stared at the ceiling, silent for a moment. “Why did you stop?”

Meng Xuran pressed her lips together. For a second, her thoughts drifted back to her first confession.

After learning that Bo Mingyan played a certain online game, Meng Xuran had immediately created an account. Discovering Bo Mingyan’s character was a blade master, she’d scoured the entire game map for rare sword manuals, transforming from a clueless newbie into the game’s only Grandmaster Blacksmith. Through this, she’d befriended Bo Mingyan’s in-game persona. Step by step, she’d schemed her way closer, waiting for the right moment to nervously ask, “Do you want to try dating me?”

After a sleepless night, she’d finally received a reply:

[Sorry, I’m not into online relationships. And I only see you as a little sister.]

Ever since then, she hadn’t wanted to call Bo Mingyan sister—even though she knew that, in sapphic circles, the term was often used flirtatiously. For her, it could only ever be a passing whim.

“It’d make me think of Fu Junxue. Too awkward.” Meng Xuran lied. Then, noticing the faint regret in Bo Mingyan’s tone, she quickly added, “Do you like it when I call you sister?”

Her voice, clear and melodious, curled around the last word, teasing and sweet, making Bo Mingyan’s ears tingle.

“Yes.” Bo Mingyan rubbed her earlobe.

Meng Xuran gasped in realization. “No wonder your bet during the game was to make me call you sister again!”

“Actually,” Bo Mingyan turned her head slightly, meeting Meng Xuran’s sparkling eyes, “the original bet wasn’t about sister. I prefer it when you call me…”

She trailed off.

Meng Xuran raised an eyebrow, feigning ignorance. “Hmm? Call you what?”

Bo Mingyan licked her lips. “What do you think?”

“If you don’t say it, how would I know?” Meng Xuran knew perfectly well, but if Bo Mingyan wouldn’t say it, neither would she.

Bo Mingyan wasn’t used to saying her own name—it felt awkward and embarrassingly intimate. She turned her head away. “Forget it.”

Meng Xuran giggled before resuming her usual tyrannical sleeping posture: one leg thrown over Bo Mingyan, an arm wrapped tightly around her waist, half her body pressing down. “I also love the nickname you gave me—especially when you say it with my surname.”

It carried a certain possessiveness, like a secret claim.

“Do you prefer me calling you with or without your surname?” Meng Xuran asked.

“Either.” Bo Mingyan had no preference. “As long as it’s you, I like it no matter how you say it.”

Earlier, she refused to say a word, and now she’s being this bold?

An idea struck Meng Xuran. She lifted her head slightly, whispering directly into Bo Mingyan’s ear:

“Any way I call you? Even… that way I taught you?”

Bo Mingyan’s ears burned. “What do you think?”

For a moment, she wanted nothing more than to “discipline” this insufferably mischievous woman. But before she could act, Meng Xuran suddenly sat up, scrambled off the bed, and dashed toward the door.

Turning back with a grin, she teased, “Why should I say it just because you want me to? I’m going to the bathroom—not telling you, just to make you suffer~”

Bo Mingyan suppressed the fire in her chest and sighed. “Such a brat.”

Meng Xuran giggled like a scheming little fox and slipped out.

Once the door closed, she pressed a hand to her racing heart, taking slow, deep breaths. The way Bo Mingyan had said those words—low, husky, restrained—had been unbearably seductive. It made her want to push Bo Mingyan to the edge, but she also feared things might spiral out of control if she did.

Bo Mingyan touched the empty space beside her, still warm from Meng Xuran’s body. She sat up, turned on the bedside lamp (set to soft nighttime glow), and waited quietly for Meng Xuran’s return.

Before long, Meng Xuran came back carrying a glass. “Oh, I was going to turn the light on myself. Here, drink this.”

“What is it?” Bo Mingyan took the glass, peering inside. Under the warm light, the liquid had a faint golden hue.

Meng Xuran batted her eyelashes, exhaling sweetly. “Water from the toilet.”

Bo Mingyan frowned slightly, catching the mischief in her eyes. Playing along, she countered, “Your toilet water?”

“…” Meng Xuran looked away, ears burning red. “Honey water, you idiot!”

Bo Mingyan “oh”-ed, her own ears flushing. But to retaliate for Meng Xuran’s earlier teasing, she feigned disappointment. “What a shame.”

“…You little pervert!” Meng Xuran glared, half-exasperated, half-embarrassed. “Are you drinking it or not? If not, I’m taking it back!”

Bo Mingyan downed the entire glass in one go. The rich sweetness flooded her chest, warmth spreading through her. She traced the rim of the glass and murmured, “Thank you, Meng Jiaojiao.”

“For what?” Meng Xuran climbed back into bed, curling into a ball. “Now sleep. And warm me up—I’m freezing!”

Bo Mingyan set the glass on the nightstand, turned off the light, and lay down, pulling the ice-cold Meng Xuran firmly into her arms.

Meng Xuran snuggled closer, finding the perfect position before murmuring sleepily, “Goodnight, Manman~”

The drawn-out whisper was like spun sugar—each syllable sticky-sweet, lingering in Bo Mingyan’s ears.

Bo Mingyan’s lashes fluttered. “Goodnight, Meng Jiaojiao.”

Exhausted from the day’s work and their earlier antics, Meng Xuran’s breathing soon evened out against Bo Mingyan’s neck. As she grew warmer, she rolled onto her back, one arm hooked around Bo Mingyan’s, a leg thrown over her waist.

Bo Mingyan turned to tuck the blankets around her, but the moment she did, Meng Xuran flipped again, wrapping herself around Bo Mingyan like an octopus.

Sleeping alone had always been freeing but lonely—the quiet nights amplifying every emotion. Bo Mingyan hated dwelling on the past, so she’d trained herself to fall asleep quickly, as if hibernating through the cold, empty darkness.

But now, everything was warm. Meng Xuran’s body heat, her familiar scent—it all enveloped Bo Mingyan like a cocoon.

She suddenly remembered the first time they’d shared a bed. The self-proclaimed “Sleeping Beauty” had been anything but serene, tossing and turning all night.

Little liar.

With a contented smile, Bo Mingyan drifted off.

The next morning, Bo Mingyan hovered between sleep and wakefulness, vaguely aware of a faint vibration followed by movement beside her. Her lashes fluttered, but when the motion stopped, she began sinking back into sleep.

Just as she was about to slip under, the rustling started again.

Bo Mingyan forced her eyes to open a crack. Through the blur, she saw a figure inching away from her. Frowning, she mumbled, “Meng Jiaojiao…”

Then, as her vision cleared, she met Meng Xuran’s wide-eyed stare.

Meng Xuran, caught in the act, held her breath, brain racing. If she asks why I’m here, what do I say?

But Bo Mingyan, still half-asleep, simply closed her eyes again. Relieved, Meng Xuran began carefully lifting the blanket, trying to sneak away unnoticed.

Then—

Bo Mingyan suddenly shifted closer. Her nose and lips brushed against Meng Xuran’s nape, leaving a trail of heat. An arm wrapped around Meng Xuran’s waist, yanking her backward until their bodies pressed flush together.

The embrace was inescapable.

Silence stretched between them.

As sunlight seeped through the curtains, Meng Xuran’s heart pounded erratically. In those brief seconds, she’d already concocted an entire script:

If Bo Mingyan questions why they’re in bed together, she’d blame it on her—claim Bo Mingyan had drunkenly dragged her here.

But escaping would still be the best option.

Her focus was entirely on Bo Mingyan behind her, listening for any change in breathing. When it seemed steady, she carefully pinched Bo Mingyan’s hand between two fingers, attempting to lift it away.

Just as she succeeded—

Bo Mingyan’s arm suddenly tightened around her waist, flipping them both over in one swift motion. Meng Xuran went from the left side of the bed to the right, still trapped in Bo Mingyan’s arms.

The sudden “flight” made her blurt out, “What the f—”

“Up so early to what?” Bo Mingyan murmured against the back of her neck.

Meng Xuran rubbed her slightly sore waist and grumbled, “You.”

Bo Mingyan let out a light laugh. She was still a bit drowsy, her brain half-asleep, so her words came out unfiltered: “All talk, no action. You didn’t do anything last night.”

Meng Xuran blinked rapidly: “You… you remember everything?”

The suspicion that had flashed through her mind last night when she went to clean the bathtub resurfaced. Meng Xuran gasped: “You weren’t drunk?”

Bo Mingyan’s heart skipped a beat. Her eyes flew open—any trace of sleepiness vanished instantly.

The thought that Bo Mingyan might have been sober made Meng Xuran’s head spin. That meant… that meant her own impatient, wanton behavior had been fully witnessed by a fully conscious Bo Mingyan!

Meng Xuran decided to shift the blame first: “You pretended to be drunk to seduce me!”

Bo Mingyan: “…”

“Just to skip straight to 100.” Meng Xuran poked the back of Bo Mingyan’s hand, pressing her preemptive attack: “Right?”

Bo Mingyan carefully considered her words, then asked with unreadable emotion: “So if I seduced you, we could reach 100?”

Meng Xuran’s lashes fluttered violently.

Bo Mingyan pulled her arm free, swung a leg over Meng Xuran, and grabbed the wristwatch from the nightstand: “If we skip breakfast, we still have forty-eight minutes. That should be enough.”

She turned back to look down at Meng Xuran and began unbuttoning her pajama top.

After undoing one button, Bo Mingyan paused, meeting Meng Xuran’s gaze: “If it’s seduction, shouldn’t I have you undo them?”

Before the words fully landed, she took Meng Xuran’s hand, leaning down slightly to guide her fingers in unbuttoning the second button.

Meng Xuran blinked: “…”