Two Faced Lover - Chapter 79

79: Compensation

When Bo Mingyan turned the car key, it was to prevent Meng Xuran from accidentally hitting something in her excitement—but to Meng Xuran, it looked like silent consent.

Tossing the box of finger cots back into the glove compartment, Meng Xuran leaned down to adjust the driver’s seat, sliding it all the way back before pressing against the headrest behind Bo Mingyan to recline it further, trying to create more space.

Seeing Meng Xuran start to unwrap one of the finger cots, Bo Mingyan realized she wasn’t joking around. She grabbed Meng Xuran’s wrist. “Meng Xuran, you’re exploiting a loophole.”

Since they’d gotten together, Bo Mingyan had mostly called her “Meng Jiaojiao”—rarely her full name. Meng Xuran could count the times on one hand.

Meng Xuran paused mid-unwrapping, studying Bo Mingyan for a long moment before her eyes welled up with tears. Her long lashes fluttered delicately as she pouted, her voice dripping with grievance. “You said you’d love me no matter what. But now that I’m like this, you don’t like me anymore.”

“When did I say I didn’t like you?” Bo Mingyan saw right through her. “You’re twisting my words.”

Tears glistened in Meng Xuran’s eyes as she glared. “You used my full name! You didn’t even call me ‘Meng Xuran’!”

Bo Mingyan softened her tone. “I was just startled.”

Meng Xuran theatrically wiped her tears with her left hand, compensating with dramatic sniffling. “You’re the one twisting words! It wasn’t startled—it was scolding.”

Crammed together in the seat, they were close enough to see every micro-expression. The lack of actual tears gave her away—Bo Mingyan knew she was faking.

But Meng Xuran’s voice was hushed, tinged with a nasal sweetness that stripped away her usual coolness, leaving behind something soft and childish-impossible to stay mad at.

“I apologize,” Bo Mingyan coaxed gently.

A sly glint flashed in Meng Xuran’s eyes as she immediately pushed her luck, her hands sliding suggestively to Bo Mingyan’s nape and waist, undoing the buttons and ties of her dress. “What good is an apology? You wounded my fragile heart. Shouldn’t you compensate me?”

The lace-trimmed dress had two buttons at the back collar-once undone, the neckline could be pulled down past her collarbones. The waist was a separate panel, its ties loosened to expose her sides, making it easy to slip a hand through the cutouts.

Bo Mingyan suspected this had been premeditated-from the moment Meng Xuran wheedled her into wearing this dress that morning, she’d probably planned this evening’s escapade.

But she hadn’t expected Meng Xuran to want to try it in the car.

Nor had she known when Meng Xuran had stashed finger cots in the glove compartment.

This was… bold.

Just because the area was deserted now didn’t mean someone wouldn’t pass by.

Cool fingertips trailed up Bo Mingyan’s tense waist and along her spine like a fish swimming upstream.

By the time Bo Mingyan realized what was happening, the clasp at her back had been undone, and that wandering fish had already reached the peaks.

Bo Mingyan’s throat bobbed as she leaned back, pulling Meng Xuran’s hand out of her dress. “I’ll compensate you at home.”

“I want it now.” Meng Xuran sat in Bo Mingyan’s lap, fiddling with the half-opened finger cot.

Even after all the sweet words Bo Mingyan had said, Meng Xuran still felt unmoored-like walking on clouds, every step soft and unsteady. She feared that one misstep would send her crashing down.

Since they’d gotten together, Bo Mingyan had been too good to her—so attentive, so considerate, it almost felt surreal compared to her past aloofness. And that only made Meng Xuran more terrified of losing her, the floaty sensation growing stronger.

She needed something tangible—proof that Bo Mingyan’s love was as deep as her own, solid ground she could step onto without fear of falling through.

But short of this, she didn’t know how else to find that reassurance.

“I want it now,” Meng Xuran repeated, burying her face in Bo Mingyan’s neck. She nipped at her collarbone, leaving faint marks, relishing the muffled gasp it drew. One hand gripped Bo Mingyan’s waist, savoring its warmth, while the other pressed a finger cot into her palm. “I want you—or you can take me. However you want it.”

Bo Mingyan had noticed Meng Xuran’s subdued mood. Their intimacy had taught her that beneath Meng Xuran’s boldness lay a fragile heart.

Perhaps because of her childhood, Meng Xuran was deeply insecure. But Meng Yao’s vague remarks weren’t enough for Bo Mingyan to truly understand her past—which was why she’d wanted to see where Meng Xuran had grown up.

Yet it seemed to have only made her more anxious.

“Just try it once in the car,” Meng Xuran pressed when Bo Mingyan stayed silent. “I even compromised by letting you top! Can’t you compromise too?”

Bo Mingyan thought it over and admitted honestly, “Being the bottom is more comfortable.”

Meng Xuran hadn’t expected that. Her mood lifted instantly as she pinched Bo Mingyan’s cheeks. “You—with this face! Who’d have thought someone who looks so dominant secretly wants to be a pillow princess? Tsk tsk tsk.”

Seeing her revert to her usual brash self, Bo Mingyan relaxed, finishing slowly, “Says who?”

“Says you—” Meng Xuran clamped her mouth shut.

Amusement lit Bo Mingyan’s eyes. “You’re the one who always seems to enjoy it—once is never enough, always begging for a second—”

“Ugh! You’re the worst!” Meng Xuran clapped both hands over Bo Mingyan’s mouth. “Are you compromising or not?!”

Bo Mingyan exhaled imperceptibly before yielding with a quiet “Mhm.”

Delighted, Meng Xuran released her. Bo Mingyan patted her waist. “Get off first.”

“You just agreed!” Meng Xuran thought she was reneging.

“I need to cover the windshield,” Bo Mingyan said patiently. “What if someone sees?”

The side windows were tinted, but the front was completely exposed. If another car passed, its headlights would illuminate everything.

Ever the pragmatist, Meng Xuran “Oh”-ed in understanding.

Bo Mingyan straightened her coat and stepped out to retrieve the sunshade from the trunk, propping it against the windshield.

When she turned back, Meng Xuran had already migrated to the back seat, instructing, “Put the seat back now.”

Bo Mingyan arched a brow. “No more compromises?”

“Who said that?”

“Then why move to the back?”

“More space. Better maneuverability.”

The earlier finger cot had vanished. Meng Xuran wiped her hands thoroughly with a wet wipe before unwrapping a new one.

Watching Bo Mingyan adjust the sunshade, her gloom evaporated, her voice lilting. “You compromise, I compromise—everyone’s happy.”

Bo Mingyan turned on the AC. “Which kind of happy? Whose happy, princess?”

Hearing Bo Mingyan talk like this was rare-and therefore doubly impactful. Meng Xuran blinked, her ears heating as she bit her lip and threatened, “Keep teasing me, and I’ll make sure you can’t form a single coherent sentence!”

Bo Mingyan slid into the back seat, eyeing the two fingers Meng Xuran had already sheathed. “If I recall correctly, someone’s compromise was that if I agreed to the car, I could top?”

Meng Xuran’s peach-blossom eyes brimmed with desire and something deeper as she studied Bo Mingyan. Then, slowly, her lips curved, her gaze shimmering. She knelt on the seat, inching forward across the leather.

Bo Mingyan’s skirt rustled as it slid aside.

“I’m wearing pants-it’s inconvenient.” Meng Xuran pressed Bo Mingyan down, her hands roaming upward from the cutouts at her waist.

One sought the peaks, the other the valley below.

She locked eyes with Bo Mingyan.

Those pale green depths sometimes resembled lush forests, other times bottomless pools—as if threatening to swallow her whole.

The tenderness swirling in them was overwhelming, and Meng Xuran felt herself melting.

“I changed my mind,” she murmured between kisses to Bo Mingyan’s nose, ears, and neck. “Let’s not stop at once. Next time too, okay?”

Bo Mingyan’s mind blanked, her throat beyond her control as the green in her eyes darkened.

Fireworks seemed to burst in the distance, streaking across the night sky-or maybe it was just her brain short-circuiting. Her scalp tingled, muffled sounds mingling with her own until she finally registered Meng Xuran’s words.

She had no idea how much time had passed or how many filthy whispers she’d endured before tugging Meng Xuran’s hair, reclaiming her voice.

“Little liar…”

Meng Xuran kissed her. “Manman, your other mouth is much more honest than this one.”

Bo Mingyan bit her lower lip hard enough to draw bl00d.

As they neared the end, Meng Xuran breathed into her ear, “Manman, I love you so much.”

Not just the sum of countless likes.

Not just the obsession that had festered in secret for years.

But something even more uncontrollable now that she had it.

“I want you to love me the same way.”

Meng Xuran didn’t know how to articulate it.

She took Bo Mingyan’s limp hand and slid on a fresh finger cot, their already-used ones brushing against Bo Mingyan’s knuckles.

Bo Mingyan’s lashes fluttered.

Meng Xuran guided her hand to her own waist. “Want to?”

In the dim light, Bo Mingyan’s gaze traced Meng Xuran’s long lashes before settling on the teardrop mole at the corner of her eye.

A single tear rolled down, skimming that quiet little mark.

Meng Xuran always cried from that eye first—like scattered crystal beads, so beautiful it made Bo Mingyan want to make her cry harder.

Bo Mingyan hooked an arm around her neck and pulled herself up, pressing forward.

Outside, the night stretched like spilled ink, a crescent moon hanging faintly in the sky, its pale glow intermittently swallowed by thick clouds.

The riverside wind rustled the willow branches, their shadows swaying in sync against the car’s darkened windows under the dim streetlights.

From the outside, the windows were opaque, the windshield blocked by the sunshade-nothing visible within.

From the inside, the willows mirrored each other, their rhythms perfectly matched.

The AC hummed, filling the cramped space with warmth, fragrance, and the faint dampness of impending rain–intoxicating blend.