“I want to kiss one of you in front of her.”
Mu Xi spoke while her eyes were fixed on the spot where Ye Lan was standing guard alone at the other end of the Mine Cave, “Let her experience what that feels like.”
Little An and Li Xin exchanged a glance.
A flash of longing appeared in Li Xin’s eyes, but she didn’t speak due to her physical condition.
Little An spoke up first: “I can.”
Mu Xi glanced at Li Xin’s bandaged legs and finally nodded: “It’ll be you, Little An.”
Li Xin’s face looked unpleasant, but she could only silently watch them leave.
Ye Lan was resting against the cave wall, the bandages on her body already soaked with blood.
Hearing footsteps, she looked up, her weary eyes brightening when she saw Mu Xi.
“Little Xi? Do you need something?”
Mu Xi approached her, a cold sneer on her lips, “I don’t need anything, I just want you to see something.”
Before Ye Lan could react, Mu Xi turned to face Little An, the distance between them so close they were almost pressed together.
Little An’s heart raced, her breathing becoming rapid.
“Watch closely.” Mu Xi said, her voice just loud enough for Ye Lan to hear.
The next moment, Mu Xi stood on her tiptoes, wrapped her arms around Little An’s neck, and pressed her lips against hers.
This kiss started tentatively but quickly became passionate.
Little An was clearly inexperienced, but driven by emotion, she responded clumsily yet enthusiastically.
Ye Lan’s entire body tensed, her face instantly turning deathly pale.
She bit her lower lip hard, her fingers gripping the rock beneath her tightly, yet she felt no pain.
When the two separated, Mu Xi deliberately licked her lips and turned to Ye Lan, “Well? Seeing the woman you proposed to being intimate with someone else, are you angry?”
She intentionally approached Ye Lan, “Didn’t you say you would forgive me no matter what I did?”
Ye Lan’s gaze dropped; she didn’t answer.
Mu Xi grew excited.
She pulled Little An’s hand and placed it on her own waist: “Come, continue.”
Little An’s hand trembled slightly with excitement.
Guided by Mu Xi, she stroked along the slender lines of Mu Xi’s body.
Mu Xi let out a few deliberate soft moans, her eyes never leaving Ye Lan.
Ye Lan closed her eyes, then forced them open.
She knew what Mu Xi wanted.
Her pain, her anger, even her punishment.
But she couldn’t, and wouldn’t.
“Aren’t you going to stop me?” Mu Xi asked, her voice carrying provocation.
She guided Little An’s hand toward more dangerous areas; her breathing became rapid.
Ye Lan finally looked up at her.
There was no fire of anger in her eyes, only the stillness of a lake with pain hidden in its depths.
“You are free, Little Xi. Whatever you want to do, I won’t stop you.”
Mu Xi’s lips pressed against Little An’s, intentionally making wet, sucking sounds, while the corner of her eye remained locked onto Ye Lan.
She could clearly see the flash of agony in Ye Lan’s eyes.
That expression, like being slowly sliced by a blade, was exactly what she wanted.
“Go deeper,” Mu Xi whispered suggestively, her fingers threading through Little An’s hair, pulling her closer.
“Let her see clearly.”
Little An’s breathing grew heavy, her initially tentative movements gradually becoming proactive.
Her hand slid from Mu Xi’s shoulder to her waist.
Her fingertips trembled slightly, but they carried a force that couldn’t be ignored.
The heat from those rough palms through the fabric made Mu Xi flinch slightly.
Ye Lan’s gaze was like a knife, but it wasn’t stabbing Mu Xi; it was gouging her own heart.
Her wounds were throbbing with pain, but compared to the scene before her, that pain was almost negligible.
“Look,” Mu Xi said, deliberately pulling back a bit to speak to Ye Lan, a triumphant smile on her lips, “Your Little Xi belongs to someone else now.”
Little An didn’t give Mu Xi a chance to continue her provocation.
She suddenly tightened her arms, pulling Mu Xi back into her embrace, their lips and tongues entangling even more passionately.
Mu Xi widened her eyes in surprise as she felt Little An’s tongue forcefully explore her mouth, carrying a longing and possessiveness she had never anticipated.
This wasn’t part of the plan.
Mu Xi wanted to push Little An away, only to find the other girl’s strength far exceeded her expectations.
Those arms, which had moved countless heavy objects in the Dungeon, confined her like iron bands.
Watching this scene, the pain in Ye Lan’s eyes gradually turned into something complex.
She noticed the panic flashing in Mu Xi’s eyes; it wasn’t an act for her benefit.
She straightened her body slightly, and more blood seeped from her bandages.
“Little An, enough.” Mu Xi tried to break free during a gap in the kissing, her voice weak from lack of oxygen.
But Little An acted as if she hadn’t heard.
One hand slid to Mu Xi’s back, while the other reached boldly toward the side of her waist.
Beneath her seventeen- or eighteen-year-old youthful appearance was a wildness driven by survival instinct and desire.
She greedily licked Mu Xi’s lips, as if releasing a long-accumulated longing all at once.
“I said enough!” Mu Xi finally pushed Little An away with force, her chest heaving.
A dangerous light flickered in Little An’s eyes—the gaze of a predator who had been interrupted.
“Little Master, didn’t you want Master to see clearly?” Her voice was low, carrying a raspiness Mu Xi had never heard before.
“I haven’t finished my performance yet.”
Mu Xi took a step back, suddenly realizing she had played with fire and got burned.
She had only intended to use Little An to provoke Ye Lan, but she had forgotten the kind of instincts a girl who grew up on the edge of life and death would have.
That wasn’t just a simple crush; it was deep-seated possessiveness.
“I just wanted to make her feel bad, I didn’t actually mean to…” Mu Xi’s words trailed off as Little An approached again.
“Little Master, your eyes are truly beautiful,” Little An reached out to touch Mu Xi’s face, “Especially when you pretend to loathe me.”
Mu Xi dodged her hand, her heart racing.
She looked toward Ye Lan, hoping the other woman would intervene, but immediately felt absurd for the thought.
Wasn’t she currently taking revenge on Ye Lan?
How could she expect her to come and save her?
Ye Lan slowly stood up, blood spreading across her bandages.
“Little An,” her voice was weak but carried an unquestionable authority, “don’t force my hand.”
Little An’s movements stiffened.
A trace of resentment flashed in her eyes, but her fear of force was engraved in her bones.
“I’m sorry, Little Master, I didn’t mean to…” She lowered her head, suddenly realizing what she had just done, and couldn’t help but cover her face and run away.
Mu Xi felt a chill crawl up her spine.
She had intended to use Little An to hurt Ye Lan, but she hadn’t expected to be the one in the most dangerous position.
“Did you get what you wanted?” Ye Lan leaned against the cave wall, her voice frighteningly calm.
“Are you satisfied seeing me in pain?”
Mu Xi bit her lip, unwilling to admit the fear she had just felt.
“This is just the beginning,” she said, forcing herself to stand her ground.
“I will make you experience every bit of the pain I once felt.”
Ye Lan’s gaze fell on Mu Xi’s slightly swollen lips, then moved to her disheveled collar.
“You know Little An’s feelings for you aren’t just loyalty,” she said softly, “You’re playing with fire.”
“So what?” Mu Xi raised her chin provocatively, “At least she won’t hurt me like you did.”
A hint of bitterness flashed in Ye Lan’s eyes.
“Are you sure? You saw the possessiveness in her eyes. That’s not love; it’s hunger.”
Her voice was low, “And you, Little Xi, you just fed a hungry wolf.”
Mu Xi felt a tremor in her heart.
She looked back in the direction Little An had fled; the girl’s silhouette seemed more dangerous than before.
She remembered the strength in Little An’s rough palms when they touched her, and that almost suffocating kiss.
“I’m not afraid of her,” Mu Xi turned back, only to find Ye Lan had slid down to sit on the ground, the blood on her bandages spreading even faster, “And I’m not afraid of you, either.”
Ye Lan looked up, the light in her eyes faint.
“You should be afraid, Little Xi,” her voice was barely a whisper, “Not of me hurting you, but that I would do anything for you—including letting you go, or even taking my own life.”
Mu Xi stood there, feeling an unprecedented sense of confusion.
She had intended to hurt Ye Lan through Little An, but found herself trapped in a more complex situation.
On one side was Little An, who was terrifyingly obsessed with her; on the other was Ye Lan, who was willing to endure all pain.
And she herself stood between these two dangerous kinds of love, suddenly unsure which one frightened her more.