These words made Jiang Ling’s heart tremble.
She forced a laugh, trying to wriggle out of Lin Xiaoyu’s embrace. “Haha, you’re joking, right…”
She shrank her neck and tried to retreat, but there was nowhere to run. She could only reach out a hand to prop against Lin Xiaoyu’s slowly pressing body, her voice flustered and annoyed. “What do you mean ‘devote myself to you’? It’s the 21st century, people don’t do that anymore!”
“Really?”
Lin Xiaoyu felt the faint resistance of Jiang Ling’s hand on her shoulder, and the arm around Jiang Ling’s waist slowly tightened.
Because of Jiang Ling’s squirming, the space between them that had been abruptly pulled apart was closed again in an instant. Lin Xiaoyu unhurriedly started undoing the buttons of her pajamas, her voice gentle and calm. “I think it’s pretty sincere.”
Jiang Ling simply couldn’t break free from her solid hold. She was a bundle of nerves, her thoughts a jumbled mess, and in the end she could only bite her lip and squeeze out a whimper. “You, what kind of… ‘devoting yourself’ is this?”
“Devoting myself means I’m on top!”
She blurted it out in desperation, and suddenly, her chaotic thoughts cleared up a lot.
Right!
If someone’s going to devote themselves, shouldn’t it be Lin Xiaoyu being xxoo’ed by her?
Then she should be the ‘1’!
Thinking this, Jiang Ling actually felt a little giddy joy at ‘the oppressed rising up in song’.
Just as she was preparing to launch into a long argument, Lin Xiaoyu’s hand had already slipped unhindered down her slender waist, into her thin pajama pants.
And then, a teasing whisper sounded in her ear.
“Aren’t you on top, too?”
Jiang Ling had always known she was petite—she’d buy size S and it still wouldn’t quite fit right. But she’d never cared; comfort at home was the most important thing… until Lin Xiaoyu so easily slipped off the pants that hung loose on her waist.
Jiang Ling hurried to press down on Lin Xiaoyu’s distinct-jointed hand, her voice panicked. “No, this isn’t right, is it?”
“Xiaoyu, you weren’t like this before! Ever since that time… that time you kissed me, you’ve gotten weird.”
She kept rambling, trying to awaken whatever upright thoughts Lin Xiaoyu had lost. “Aren’t we best roommates? Is our unbreakable friendship really going to be ruined like this?”
Her string of questions finally slowed Lin Xiaoyu’s movements.
Jiang Ling immediately breathed a sigh of relief, thinking her conscience had kicked in. “It’s good you’ve come to your senses, we—”
“We’re the best roommates.”
Lin Xiaoyu’s palm slid up, brushing over the quivering butterfly bones of her shoulder, gently hooking around Jiang Ling’s neck and pulling her closer. The faint fragrance of her hair mixed with the unique fresh scent of a girl, wafting over.
“Our friendship is unbreakable, too.”
She lowered her head slightly, her lips brushing the end of Jiang Ling’s eye.
The moist touch stunned Jiang Ling in place. She unconsciously blinked, Lin Xiaoyu’s loose strands of hair falling and brushing her face.
Then those soft lips trailed from her eye, lingering on her flushed cheek, kissing lightly and densely, their breathing slowing down as if time itself had paused.
“But that doesn’t stop me from wanting to thank you.”
Lin Xiaoyu tilted her face, and in Jiang Ling’s confused, nervous gaze, pressed a kiss to her slightly parted, protesting lips.
Unlike last time’s awkwardness and hesitation, Lin Xiaoyu supported Jiang Ling’s head with one hand, the other softly caressing her back, so subtly that it left no trace.
“Clack.”
“Mmm…mmm…”
Jiang Ling distinctly felt her close-fitting clothes slowly slipping from her body. Flustered, she tried to press them back, but with her breath stolen, her strength melted away and she could only whimper.
Dizziness made her close her eyes without thinking, and just before her mind went hazy, a thought slowly floated up—
How did she suddenly get so good at this?!
Last time, neither of them even knew how to breathe. But now, now—
As lips and tongues tangled, she felt she was about to suffocate. Her waist and stomach tensed up, and she clung desperately to Lin Xiaoyu’s shoulders, shaking with all her might.
If this didn’t end soon, she’d really be heading for heaven!
As if guessing what Jiang Ling was thinking, Lin Xiaoyu finally let go, breathing evenly, lips curled in a smile. Her fingers traced Jiang Ling’s face.
“So weak.”
The words made Jiang Ling’s face burn red.
You can call me stupid, but you can’t call me weak!
With that thought, Jiang Ling moved in without hesitation, pressing her lips to Lin Xiaoyu’s slightly cool ones, awkwardly trying to mimic her.
But she fumbled around kissing for ages and still didn’t get that dizzy, suffocating feeling from before. Puzzled, she frowned.
Could it be… she really was weak?
The second the thought appeared, Jiang Ling fiercely denied it in her heart.
How could she possibly be weak?
It’s all slander, all slander!
So Jiang Ling racked her brains recalling Lin Xiaoyu’s actions, and finally found the problem.
She hadn’t stuck out her tongue?
She immediately pointed at Lin Xiaoyu’s lips. “Stick it out.”
Lin Xiaoyu raised her eyebrows, her voice tinged with interest. “You’re serious?”
“Of course, I have to prove to you I’m not weak!”
Jiang Ling answered with confidence.
She’d completely forgotten what kind of situation she was in, and somehow ended up competing with Lin Xiaoyu for dominance, just like that.
Lin Xiaoyu covered her lips to hide her smile, obediently sticking out the tip of her light pink tongue.
Seeing this, Jiang Ling instantly fell silent.
Hiss… Something feels off here.
She stared nervously at Lin Xiaoyu, hesitating for ages but still couldn’t bring herself to move closer.
Watching her waver back and forth, Lin Xiaoyu couldn’t help but laugh. “See?”
She cupped Jiang Ling’s helpless face, her voice lingering and tender.
“Told you you’re weak.”
Darkness fell before her eyes, and that irresistible dizziness swept over Jiang Ling again. Her shoulders and neck trembled.
As Jiang Ling was kissed until her head spun and thoughts scattered, Lin Xiaoyu’s hand slipped down without a trace.
“Hey, mm! Tha- that’s enough…”
Jiang Ling immediately struggled fiercely, her face flustered.
The last time she’d been xxoo’ed by Bai Xue was still fresh in her mind. She’d woken up aching all over; she absolutely couldn’t let herself be toyed with again!
…But she really couldn’t break free!
The disparity in strength left Jiang Ling with only her mouth to voice resistance, as she watched Lin Xiaoyu’s hand move down.
“Ah…
A shiver ran through her entire body. Jiang Ling slumped weakly against Lin Xiaoyu, about to say something when a gentle knocking suddenly sounded.
Knock, knock, knock——
Jiang Ling jumped in fright, frantically signaling to Lin Xiaoyu with her eyes, begging her to stop.
But Lin Xiaoyu pretended not to notice and touched her even more intently.
“Xiaoyu, Little Bell, are you asleep?”
Outside the door, Mo Ran held a tray with two glasses of honey water, her expression concerned. “Did you two drink too much earlier? If you’re not feeling well, have some honey water, it’ll help.”
Jiang Ling clamped a hand over her mouth almost instantly, terrified that those soft, ambiguous sounds would leak through her fingers and reach Mo Ran outside the door.
The room fell silent, only the faintest sounds of water stirring could be heard.
Face burning red, Jiang Ling glared at Lin Xiaoyu in shame and anger, as if to say, Why won’t you stop?!
In response, Lin Xiaoyu’s hand only moved faster, accompanied by a light chuckle.
“Mm!”
Catching her off guard, Jiang Ling cried out despite trying her best to hold it in, her voice alluring and charming.
Thinking the two must be asleep, Mo Ran, who was about to leave, stopped in her tracks.
She turned, confusion on her face, and called out tentatively. “Little Bell?”
No reply.
As if that voice from before was just her imagination.
She frowned, hesitating for a long moment, then put her hand on the doorknob.
“I’m coming in, okay?”