This was her second time putting on a corset. Last time, because she was inexperienced, she hadn’t managed it well and had to call Jiang Xiao for help.
This time, she was determined to do it by herself!
So, following the method she’d seen online, she first clasped the hooks at the front, then slowly rotated it around and tucked herself in.
However, during the process of turning it around, the corset lightly pinched her flesh, making her feel rather uncomfortable.
After quite some effort, she finally put on the corset, changed her clothes, and slipped on a warm overcoat.
Wiping the nonexistent sweat from her forehead, she pulled open the bathroom door.
As she headed toward Jiang Xiao’s room, she clenched her delicate fists, her mind so nervous that it was almost spinning.
“Jiang Xiao, you can come out and wash your hands now!”
She stopped two steps away from the door and called out.
With a creak, the door opened. Jiang Xiao’s expression was extremely serious, his thoughts unknown—a look even more like a Warrior about to enter battle than she’d worn before.
“Give me a moment.”
“Mm.”
Song Qiuyu nodded and walked straight into his room.
As they passed each other, Jiang Xiao paused slightly, his mind still catching up, but his nose and mouth were already filled with the gentle, elegant scent from the person beside him, as well as the soft fragrance of milk body wash.
Just a single breath, and the crease between Jiang Xiao’s brows deepened, his fists unconsciously tightening at his sides.
Without further thought, he strode straight into the bathroom.
With a squeak, Song Qiuyu hesitated, then sat on the edge of Jiang Xiao’s bed, hands clenched tightly, closing her eyes in prayer.
Believer Song Qiuyu is willing to give up all future bust development, only praying for everything to go smoothly!
However.
Perhaps because the entire room was filled with Jiang Xiao’s scent, once she closed her eyes, a wave of uncontrollable excitement surged from her chest.
It felt as if a child with a sweet tooth had wandered into a candy house—once inside, it would haunt them for a lifetime…
Oh no, is it too late to switch rooms now? Or should she just stay on the sofa?
This buff is a little too scary!
So.
Five minutes passed.
Jiang Xiao did not return.
Ten minutes passed.
Jiang Xiao still did not return.
Uh…
Seriously, dude, how long does it take you to wash your hands?
Song Qiuyu became immediately alert.
She furrowed her brows and glanced outside.
The next second, the sound of running water in the bathroom stopped, and soon, the bathroom door opened.
Jiang Xiao appeared, hair slicked back in a mature style, his solid chest bare, wrapped only in a white towel as he walked out…
Upon seeing this, a question mark slowly rose in Song Qiuyu’s little head.
“Ah, since Xi’er, you already took a bath, I felt it wouldn’t be right not to as well,” Jiang Xiao offered an explanation.
“Besides, I have a feeling we’re going to sweat from what we’re about to do.”
“But…”
Song Qiuyu shivered.
All those explanations made sense, but—but—the current situation seemed rather dire!
In that moment, her trust in Jiang Xiao suddenly wavered.
Jiang Xiao entered the bedroom. Song Qiuyu glanced warily at the window, seeing that it was tightly shut and the curtains were drawn, and secretly let out a sigh of relief.
“Can we start now?”
Jiang Xiao leaned in slightly, supporting himself on either side of her.
“Mm…”
Song Qiuyu bit her lip and nodded.
“Actually, let’s wait a moment.”
It was Jiang Xiao who spoke this time.
“What is it?”
Song Qiuyu blinked.
“Let’s start the timer—one hour.” Jiang Xiao picked up his phone and set the timer.
Song Qiuyu’s expression seemed to say, “I won’t cheat,” as she stared silently at him.
“Alright, let’s begin.” Jiang Xiao set the phone aside.
Seeing this, Song Qiuyu clenched her hands, even curling her toes inside her slippers, gathering her courage to meet Jiang Xiao’s eyes.
Yet, the moment their gazes met, her bravery vanished and she hurriedly turned her face away.
Even so, Jiang Xiao’s sturdy chest still brazenly invaded her field of vision.
“Uh…”
As her lips were parted, Song Qiuyu unconsciously edged backwards, her heart pounding faster and faster.
“Xi’er, do you really not want to look at my face?”
Jiang Xiao sounded a little hurt as he smiled.
“Mm, not right now.”
Her cheeks still averted, Song Qiuyu mumbled through pinched lips.
Jiang Xiao’s smile faded.
He gazed at her seriously, placing a large hand on her waist and pressing up under her thin shirt beneath the overcoat, causing wrinkles to form and her smooth, pale skin to show.
“Heh…”
Her body trembled slightly, Song Qiuyu was badly startled, swallowing hard twice.
“You should take off your coat—let me help.”
Seeing her neck rapidly flush red, Jiang Xiao waited for her silent consent before removing her cumbersome coat and setting it aside.
Once the coat was gone, what she’d instinctively wanted to hide was laid bare before him.
He’d seen the shirt before.
But some things, she’d quietly changed.
Jiang Xiao’s chest burned, his eyes swirling with greed and obsession. He hadn’t expected her to go to such lengths.
She really understood—she knew exactly how to soothe his current frustration.
This unspoken understanding made him feel as if he’d seen Heaven. A tingling numbness ran from his head to his toes, making him feel dizzy.
What she was about to show him was indeed one of the things he’d wanted to see for six years.
But he didn’t rush.
He deliberately lowered his voice, leaned to her ear, and asked, “Is it okay?”
“Stop talking, just do what you want, I already said it’s up to you!”
Her ears burned, Song Qiuyu squeezed her eyes shut, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath as she ground out the words through clenched teeth.
Why does something so embarrassing still need my consent! Damn it! Jerk…
“Xi’er, I’m only worried you’ll regret it halfway.”
Jiang Xiao opened his hand, long fingers lightly kneading her white ear lobes, tracing her ear rim and the little tip.
It only took a moment of teasing for her little ear to flush a charming red.
His Xi’er was truly sensitive, so easily flustered.
Delighting in this, he couldn’t help but shift his focus to her teeth, the ones she liked to nibble when she spoke.
His fingertip was suddenly, tentatively, licked as if to please him.
Was this really the prickly hedgehog that bit everyone?
Look.
She was licking now.
“Mm!”
Song Qiuyu bit Jiang Xiao’s finger, eyes wide open, her gaze shimmering as if tears would spill out.
She’d been completely mistaken! This Jiang Xiao—he’s too skilled!
Wasn’t he supposed to be shy?
“Xi’er, you’re finally willing to look at me,” Jiang Xiao beamed.
Even though her vision was misty, Song Qiuyu could easily picture Jiang Xiao’s smiling face, her chest aching and burning.
Did he really want her to look at him so badly? She supposed she could understand—after all, as a Sinner, she had no right to ask for much.
But meeting his eyes directly was just too mortifying.
“Hmph, don’t look down on me!”
She grabbed Jiang Xiao’s hand and pressed it to her shirt buttons, guiding him to undo them one by one.
Jiang Xiao’s breath hitched.
Her curving skin was slowly exposed to the air, like fine wine poured into a goblet, waiting for him to savor it.
Then, Song Qiuyu’s movements halted, her grip on his hand turning hot. Biting her lip, she mumbled hesitantly, “Do I…need to keep going?”
Jiang Xiao turned her hand in his and squeezed, then leaned in until their breaths mingled.
“I’ll do it,” Jiang Xiao replied in a low voice.
He ruffled her hair, then continued unbuttoning her shirt, keeping an eye on her increasingly flustered reaction.
He couldn’t resist teasing her: “Is it a matching set?”
“Yes…”
Song Qiuyu nodded through clenched teeth, growing more anxious, more embarrassed, more helpless.
When all these emotions peaked, with a snap, something seemed to break in her mind.
Before Jiang Xiao could say anything else, she grabbed her waistband and tugged downwards.
Seeing her start to pull down her pants, Jiang Xiao was stunned.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see.
But was Xi’er really in her right mind doing this?
Song Qiuyu’s mind had already gone blank—she’d completely crashed.
She’d been too naïve—atonement was never going to be that easy!
Her redemption wasn’t just about helping Jiang Xiao out of his darkness, or finding him happiness.
What she needed to do depended entirely on Jiang Xiao’s wishes, even if those wishes clashed violently with her own, and pushed her beyond the edge of her endurance…
But if Jiang Xiao could be happy because of it, maybe—just maybe—he would cherish her less after getting what he wanted.
After all, as the saying goes, what you can’t have is always the most tempting!