Two Faced Lover - Chapter 66

66: Jade Feet

The golden afterglow that had spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows quietly retreated.

By now, most of the hot spring visitors had dispersed, leaving the hallway outside the door unusually lively. Laughter and chatter rose and fell like ocean waves, surging closer before fading away again.

On the other side of the door, the dimming light made it almost impossible to see each other’s faces.

Yet in the intermittent, overlapping breaths, the sounds of lips and tongues tangling were unmistakably clear.

Even though they knew no one would notice, the thrill of secrecy made their hearts race uncontrollably.

And of course, at times like these, Meng Xuran was especially mischievous-her lips wandering from Bo Mingyan’s mouth to her earlobe, her breath hot against her ear as she whispered, “You wouldn’t say it when I asked, and now it’s too late~”

Bo Mingyan’s new swimsuit was a three-piece set-a halter-neck bralette with a simple T-shirt over it.

Meng Xuran’s arms looped around her neck, her slender fingers toying with the tie of the bow. Before long, the bow came undone.

The swimsuit was damp from the hot spring, so the loosened tie didn’t matter much. Bo Mingyan leaned back against the door, feeling like a glacier under the scorching sun-melting from the heat above.

But her waist was cold.

Like a chilly wind had slipped beneath her clothes.

Her pores prickled.

Bo Mingyan’s thoughts were a jumbled mess -one moment worrying that Meng Xuran’s perpetually cold hands might make her catch a chill, the next dizzy from the relentless kisses, all while trying to rein in her mischief.

Meng Xuran was truly incorrigible, kneading her like dough.

As darkness fully settled, the hallway lights flickered on. Another wave of people passed by, their voices loud and boisterous.

In the sliver of light seeping under the door, Meng Xuran squinted and saw Bo Mingyan’s brows furrow slightly. Her gaze drifted downward, lingering on her tightly pressed lips.

“Manman~” Meng Xuran called softly, drawing out the syllables. “Holding it in… doesn’t it hurt your throat?”

“Don’t be shy. I like hearing it.”

Bo Mingyan turned her head, capturing Meng Xuran’s lips and pulling her tongue in sharply.

The motion was rough.

Stinging and tingling all at once.

Meng Xuran’s eyes welled up. Like a balloon with its air let out, she deflated instantly, slumping against Bo Mingyan’s shoulder with a whimper, putting on a pitiful act. “That hurt…”

Bo Mingyan’s voice was hoarse as she chided, “Serves you right for being so cheeky.”

Meng Xuran shot back, “This is cheeky? I’m doing you a favor. If your throat wants to make noise, you shouldn’t suppress it. If your girlfriend wants to hear it, you should let it out.”

The moment the words left her mouth, Meng Xuran let out a short “Ah!”

Bo Mingyan scooped her up-not in a princess carry, but in a way that made Meng Xuran instinctively jump into her arms, legs wrapping around her waist.

Originally, Bo Mingyan had just meant to pry the clingy girl off, but now that she was latched on, she adjusted her grip and carried her properly.

As she walked toward the bedroom, she murmured, “If you want to hear something, make the noise yourself. Your voice is prettier.”

“I’d rather hear yours.” Meng Xuran immediately perked up again, pushing against Bo Mingyan’s shoulders and kicking her legs, trying to wriggle free.

Exasperated, Bo Mingyan pretended to loosen her hold. Meng Xuran nearly toppled backward, yelping as she clung tighter to Bo Mingyan’s neck, instantly subdued like a tamed little fox, nestling meekly against her shoulder.

Once inside the shower room, Bo Mingyan turned on the light.

Realizing she’d been tricked, Meng Xuran pouted and regained her energy, tilting her head to stare at Bo Mingyan’s ear.

Under the light, Bo Mingyan’s ear was flushed red.

Meng Xuran studied it, struck by how adorable it looked compared to Bo Mingyan’s usually sharp features.

Especially the tiny mole near the earlobe-and how soft that earlobe seemed.

Her long lashes fluttered slightly before she leaned in, taking the earlobe between her lips and gently sucking.

Bo Mingyan stiffened, her breath hitching. Only when Meng Xuran’s tongue brushed over the mole did she finally exhale sharply, turning her head away. “Stop… it tickles.”

Meng Xuran temporarily relented.

Bo Mingyan set her down on the bathroom counter. The surface was icy, so she spread Meng Xuran’s towel beneath her to cushion it.

Meng Xuran complained, “Why put me up here again? It’s freezing.”

“Now you know it’s cold,” Bo Mingyan said dryly. “Yet you still act up.”

At the word “act up,” Meng Xuran narrowed her eyes. “Making your ear tickle is acting up? When you kiss me, I don’t complain. I never call you cheeky.”

“Why are you so sensitive? Ticklish everywhere, huh? Does my girlfriend need to scratch that itch for you?”

Bo Mingyan reached over to turn on the heater, oblivious to the teasing lilt in Meng Xuran’s voice or the heavy implication. Amused, she retorted, “You ‘scratch’? You’d just make it… worse.”

Mid-sentence, she realized what she was saying. Her voice dropped to a whisper, the word “worse” drawn out like silk unraveling.

Even through the towel, the counter was still chilly. Meng Xuran’s breath hitched, her body trembling slightly.

Whether from the cold or Bo Mingyan’s words, it was hard to say.

With the heater on, the shower room warmed up quickly. Meng Xuran’s hazel eyes shimmered with a mix of shyness and tenderness, her lips parting as she murmured, “Where does it itch?”

Bo Mingyan didn’t answer, just watched her quietly. Her usually striking, angular features were softened by the warm light, and after a moment, one brow lifted slightly.

The gesture was inexplicably roguish.

That single eyebrow tilt sent Meng Xuran’s heart into chaos. “If it itches, scratch it. Who knows? It might feel… really good.”

Her crossed legs slowly uncrossed, sliding down along the elegant lines of Bo Mingyan’s thighs.

The bolder her actions, the faster the blush spread from her neck, deepening in hue.

Bo Mingyan’s ears burned. She couldn’t find the right words to describe Meng Xuran-she’d never met anyone like her. Someone who could thicken the air with innuendo without batting an eye, who voiced every unspoken desire in that sweet, lilting tone.

And the most fascinating thing about Meng Xuran was that despite her bold words and reckless actions, she was always the first to blush.

Not too brazen, not too reserved-striking a balance that was utterly intoxicating.

Bo Mingyan was utterly defenseless against her. She didn’t know how to respond. For a fleeting moment, an intense impulse surged-to turn those very words back on Meng Xuran.

But a glance at their surroundings snuffed it out, replaced by an odd, stifling frustration.

Meng Xuran’s foot hooked around her leg, nails scraping lightly. Bo Mingyan hissed softly, snapping out of her daze as she glanced down.

A faint red mark marred the pale skin just below her knee.

The sultry atmosphere dissipated slightly.

Bo Mingyan steadied herself and grumbled, “Your ‘scratching’ doesn’t feel good. It hurts.”

Meng Xuran pouted, craning her neck to look. “Let me see. Does it hurt badly?”

“It’s fine,” Bo Mingyan said. “Just trim those claws of yours.”

Meng Xuran lifted her foot, inspecting it. “They are a bit long. No wonder my shoes felt tight earlier.” Then, switching tones, she wheedled, “You trim them for me?”

“Shower first. It’s easier to cut when they’re soft,” Bo Mingyan ruffled her hair. “Don’t catch a cold. I’ll get your clothes.”

Meng Xuran hummed in agreement, fingers absently rubbing the towel beneath her.

Once the door closed, Bo Mingyan leaned against it, exhaling deeply. She swept a hand through her hair, retying the loose strings of her swimsuit before filling the electric kettle. Then she opened Meng Xuran’s suitcase, instinctively reaching for the inner pocket-only to find no underwear, just an old, locked diary.

-“Oh! I get it now. That diary of yours…”

Fu Junxue’s unfinished sentence flashed through her mind.

What was in that diary? Bo Mingyan’s lashes fluttered as her fingers hovered over the cover, curling and uncurling.

“Manman~ I’m almost done. Where are my clothes?”

Meng Xuran’s voice floated from the shower.

Bo Mingyan snapped out of her thoughts, calling back, “Coming,” before zipping the pocket shut. She found the black lace underwear and clothes, then headed to the shower door, handing them over.

A pink-tinged arm, still damp, reached out, droplets splashing onto Bo Mingyan’s forearm. Meng Xuran took the clothes, dangling the bra straps playfully. “Thanks, Manman~”.

“…”

While Meng Xuran blow-dried her hair, Bo Mingyan stepped into the shower. Warm water cascaded over her face, and she closed her eyes -only to see Meng Xuran’s half-turned figure, the way she’d dressed with faux modesty, the way she’d pulled her into another kiss before leaving.

She’d been this close to stripping her all over again.

Bo Mingyan couldn’t describe what she’d felt then-only that it was electric, that it made her crave Meng Xuran fiercely.

This was the push-and-pull between adults, stripped of youthful hesitation. Every kiss, every touch was a deliberate provocation, the air thick with desire, like kindling waiting for a spark.

But when she’d caught her own reflection in the mirror, a hazy childhood memory had surfaced -one she’d accidentally witnessed, blurred yet unsettling. Instantly, her head had spun, a faint nausea curling in her chest.

Bo Mingyan wiped the water from her face, adjusting the faucet, letting the warmth drown out everything else.

By the time she dried off and stepped out, Meng Xuran was curled on the sofa, meticulously trimming her nails. Her phone lay on the coffee table, speaker on, a gentle female voice chatting away.

The tone was friendly, yet not quite.

Bo Mingyan approached, and Meng Xuran handed her the nail clippers. Her fingers were smooth and fair, nails neatly rounded. Bo Mingyan paused briefly before taking them, and Meng Xuran tapped her hand with a soft “tsk.”

They were equally blunt.

As Bo Mingyan sat, Meng Xuran lifted her phone, switching off speaker mode before propping her jade-like feet on Bo Mingyan’s lap. Her tiny toes wiggled, and Bo Mingyan’s gaze followed the movement before flicking up to meet Meng Xuran’s eyes.

Meng Xuran arched her brow, her eyes crinkling into crescents.

But then her expression sobered slightly, brows knitting briefly before smoothing out. Into the phone, she said firmly, “No. Remember how it was last time? Just have Uncle Cai bring Xiaoman back.”

The day before their trip, Meng Xuran had sent Xiaoman back to the family home. Bo Mingyan guessed the woman on the phone was Meng Xuran’s mother. She didn’t eavesdrop, instead focusing on the delicate foot in her hands.

A pair of jade feet-slender, well-proportioned, with high arches and smooth, pale skin where faint veins traced delicate paths. The toes were tinged a soft pink, like flower petals.

Before Meng Xuran, Bo Mingyan had never considered herself to have any particular… preferences. She’d seen prettier feet. But there was something about Meng Xuran’s-how meticulously she cared for them, how she often went barefoot at home, how she’d sometimes ask Bo Mingyan to pick nail polish colors. The more she saw them, the harder it was to look away.

And the more she looked, the more she liked them.

Meng Xuran switched the phone to her other ear, listening to Meng Yao’s endless chatter while watching Bo Mingyan trim her toenails.

Bo Mingyan’s head was slightly bowed, droplets still clinging to the strands at her temples. From this angle, Meng Xuran could only see the straight line of her nose and the firm set of her lips.

They said focused people were especially attractive.

Meng Xuran was utterly entranced, her thoughts drifting to Bo Mingyan’s lips, the memory of their softness, the cool fragrance that clung to her.

She was tempted all over again, even as she inwardly grumbled-too cool, as if no amount of teasing could ignite her.

The call was mostly Meng Yao talking-about the elderly grandmother’s occasional ramblings, a topic she’d already vented about to Fu Junxue half an hour prior. But that didn’t stop her from repeating it to her younger daughter. Mid-rant, she segued into Fu Junxue’s rumored girlfriend and the viral underwater dance video. “Your sister’s girlfriend-what’s her name? Wen Wanbing? Quite pretty. What about yours? Any photos? What’s her name? Let me see.”

Meng Xuran snapped back to reality.

Meng Xuran was utterly entranced, ner thoughts drifting to Bo Mingyan’s lips, the memory of their softness, the cool fragrance that clung to her.

She was tempted all over again, even as she inwardly grumbled-too cool, as if no amount of teasing could ignite her.

The call was mostly Meng Yao talking-about the elderly grandmother’s occasional ramblings, a topic she’d already vented about to Fu Junxue half an hour prior. But that didn’t stop her from repeating it to her younger daughter. Mid-rant, she segued into Fu Junxue’s rumored girlfriend and the viral underwater dance video. “Your sister’s girlfriend-what’s her name? Wen Wanbing? Quite pretty. What about yours? Any photos? What’s her name? Let me see.”

Meng Xuran snapped back to reality. “No. Not showing you. My girlfriend’s precious. You’re too eager-you’ll scare her off.”

Bo Mingyan’s eyebrow twitched.

Meng Yao scolded her for being impudent, but Meng Xuran just hummed noncommittally before hastily excusing herself and hanging up.

Once her nails were done, Bo Mingyan kept hold of her foot, gaze still fixed on it. Meng Xuran flexed her toes, brushing Bo Mingyan’s palm.

“Little pervert, if you keep staring, I’ll think…”

The last time she’d used that nickname, it was to tease Bo Mingyan about her supposed foot fetish.

Bo Mingyan tilted her head. “Think what?”

“That you want to kiss it.” Meng Xuran murmured, then immediately worried Bo Mingyan might actually do it. If she did, she’d lose her mind. She started to draw her foot back.

But then a warm hand closed around her ankle, making her heart stutter.

Bo Mingyan’s grip tightened. “Running away?”

“Who’s running?” Meng Xuran lifted her chin, crossing one leg over the other, swinging her foot teasingly. “I’m just finding you a better angle.”

The scent of body wash lingered in the air.

Bo Mingyan watched the swaying foot, her voice laced with amusement and helplessness. “Cheeky.”

Meng Xuran huffed. “How is this cheeky? Huh? How dare you call my thoughtfulness ‘cheeky’?”

Bo Mingyan didn’t answer. Instead, she pressed a kiss to the pale, foot.

A shiver ran through Meng Xuran, and she jerked her foot back-only for Bo Mingyan to tighten her hold.

“So bold when teasing, but scared now? Meng Jiaojiao.”

Meng Xuran couldn’t resist a challenge. She pointed her toes imperiously. “Kiss!”

Her tone was commanding, but the anticipation was unbearable-like ants crawling under her skin.

From her toes to her instep, up her ankle.

Meng Xuran’s usual eloquence failed her. She couldn’t speak, her breaths coming in shaky gasps, one hand fisting her skirt, the other tangled in Bo Mingyan’s hair.

She waited, hoping Bo Mingyan’s lips would travel higher-but just as they neared, Bo Mingyan stopped.

And didn’t move.

Meng Xuran didn’t know what she was hesitating over. She was a lit fuse, burning with impatience.

Unable to take Bo Mingyan’s slowness, she looped her arms around her neck, pulling herself up to kiss Bo Mingyan’s brow, the corner of her lips, her throat. Her blunt nails hooked into Bo Mingyan’s collar, their breaths mingling-

Then, a knock at the door.

“Director Meng.”

Who the hell interrupts at a time like this?!

Meng Xuran wanted to swear.

She stormed to the door, yanking it open to find the HR manager reminding her about dinner. Meng Xuran deadpanned a flat “Oh” before slamming the door shut.

Outside, the HR manager blinked, decided the director was in a bad mood, and scurried away.

Inside, Meng Xuran returned to Bo Mingyan.

Bo Mingyan was sipping hot water, the earlier flush gone, her face now unnaturally pale. Meng Xuran’s breath caught as she remembered the heat of Bo Mingyan’s skin when they’d kissed.

She pressed a hand to her forehead, brows knitting. “Why are you so hot?”

Guilt flashed in her eyes. She hadn’t noticed Bo Mingyan’s discomfort, too caught up in her antics. The realization made her bite her lip, eyes reddening. “Are you sick?”

Bo Mingyan sighed imperceptibly. She hadn’t been sick in years-she didn’t know why it had hit her now. Not wanting Meng Xuran to blame herself, she joked weakly, “Got a fever from being teased too much.”

Meng Xuran studied her for a long moment before lowering her gaze, hiding her expression. “So fragile.”