Her fingertips unconsciously brushed against the ring on Chi Yingyu’s ring finger—the one she had just slid onto her hand. And that ring finger was the same one Chi Yingyu always used when touching her.
Jiang Lai’s breath caught sharply at the word “ring.” She looked at the sparkling diamond ring on that slender hand.
It would hurt.
But if Chi Yingyu didn’t want to take it off, that was fine too.
“I won’t take it off.”
Jiang Lai answered almost without thinking.
But her voice came out a little hoarser, as if she had given it serious thought. She looked at the woman straddling her lap, her eyes holding a light softer than the river view outside the window.
“I put it on for you. From now on, never take it off.”
Chi Yingyu’s eyes instantly lit up, as if she had gathered all the lingering sunset glow into her pupils.
She didn’t speak. Instead, she tightened her arms around Jiang Lai’s neck and pressed her cheek closer. Her nose brushed against Jiang Lai’s earlobe, carrying a warm, ticklish sensation.
“Really? Then I’ll be very happy.”
When Chi Yingyu’s nose grazed Jiang Lai’s earlobe, it brought with it the lingering warmth from outdoors, mixed with the faint floral scent of her hair—like a soft feather gently stroking Jiang Lai’s heart.
She didn’t say anything. She just tightened her hold around Jiang Lai’s neck, pulling them even closer. Chest against chest, their heartbeats transmitted clearly to each other’s hearts, like two drums beating in sync, making one’s heart tremble.
“Jiang Jiang…”
Chi Yingyu’s voice was wrapped in her breath, landing softly by Jiang Lai’s ear, carrying a humid tenderness.
“It’s only been nine days since we hugged, but it feels like several weeks.”
As she spoke, she deliberately pressed her body deeper into Jiang Lai’s embrace, letting more of her weight settle on Jiang Lai’s thighs. Through the thin fabric, they could clearly feel each other’s body temperature merging, a warmth that made one’s whole body go limp.
Jiang Lai’s Adam’s apple moved slightly. She didn’t speak, but reached out to cup the back of Chi Yingyu’s head, pulling her face closer.
Her nose brushed across Chi Yingyu’s cheek, then she gently bit Chi Yingyu’s lower lip.
Chi Yingyu’s body stiffened for a moment, then she let out a faint sound, like a kitten acting spoiled. Her arms around Jiang Lai’s neck tightened again, her fingertips gently stroking the back of Jiang Lai’s neck.
“Bad person…”
Her voice carried a hint of reproach, but her eyes sparkled with laughter.
“But in a little while, I’m afraid I’ll be even worse than you.”
Jiang Lai’s breathing instantly became erratic. She reached out and clasped Chi Yingyu’s waist, making her sit more steadily on her lap. Her other hand slowly moved up Chi Yingyu’s back, gently massaging her shoulder blades.
That area often ached for Chi Yingyu. After all, her work required her to stare at computers and documents, always with her head down.
By now, she had developed some occupational ailments.
Jiang Lai had massaged her before, and Chi Yingyu said it felt very comfortable. So Jiang Lai had learned some techniques.
Her fingertips could feel the smoothness of Chi Yingyu’s skin, even through the thin knit sweater, still burning hot enough to make one’s heart quiver.
Chi Yingyu rested her head on Jiang Lai’s shoulder, nuzzling lightly.
“Your lips, your skin—they’re so soft, like jelly.”
She looked up at Jiang Lai, a layer of mist in her eyes.
“Every time I touch them, I want to touch them again.”
Jiang Lai’s ears instantly turned bright red, like ripe cherries. She reached out to press Chi Yingyu’s head back into her chest, but Chi Yingyu dodged.
Instead, Chi Yingyu grabbed Jiang Lai’s hand and placed it on her own waist, guiding it to gently rub.
“You hug me too, okay?”
Her voice carried a spoiled softness. Her fingertips gently hooked Jiang Lai’s fingers, making her palm press tighter.
Jiang Lai’s breathing became even more uneven.
Her fingertips could feel the delicate curve of Chi Yingyu’s waist, and her warm skin beneath the fabric—like a warm jade that made one reluctant to let go.
She moved her hand slowly, tracing up Chi Yingyu’s waist until it stopped at her shoulder blades, gently kneading. Her movements were extremely slow, as if handling a fragile porcelain doll.
Chi Yingyu let out a contented hum and buried her face in Jiang Lai’s neck.
Her breath carried a warm tickle.
“Massage me, and then later I’ll give you a good massage too, okay?”
Her voice carried a lazy softness. Her body gently rubbed against Jiang Lai’s chest like a clingy kitten, making Jiang Lai’s heartbeat race faster, almost leaping out of her chest.
Though Jiang Lai didn’t know exactly what kind of massage Chi Yingyu meant, she obediently increased the pressure. Her fingertips gently kneaded Chi Yingyu’s shoulder blades, occasionally brushing deliberately.
When she saw Chi Yingyu’s body tremble slightly, she couldn’t help but smile.
“Does it feel good like this?”
Her voice carried a hint of hoarseness. She lowered her head and kissed the top of Chi Yingyu’s head, smelling the fragrance in her hair mixed with her own scent—extraordinarily reassuring.
“It feels good.”
Chi Yingyu’s voice was muffled.
“Even better than last time you massaged me.”
As she spoke, she unbuttoned her sweater so Jiang Lai could focus more on the massage.
Massaging properly was not an easy task. The person massaging needed to focus completely, even paying attention to the pressure of their hands—not too light, not too heavy, or the person being massaged would either hurt or feel nothing.
Jiang Lai knew that when Chi Yingyu was busy working, she kept her head down looking at files or staring at the computer.
In such situations, after working for a long time, her shoulders easily became sore.
Jiang Lai had often suggested that Chi Yingyu go to a professional massage parlor to see if it could help.
But Chi Yingyu didn’t like other people touching her body, not even a female masseuse—she hated being touched by strangers.
So once there was no more distance between them, Jiang Lai silently took on that responsibility.
Now she had learned many massage techniques. Though not professional, she could definitely make Chi Yingyu’s shoulders feel a little better.
Even though Jiang Lai’s massage was the best choice, ever since they became more intimate, massaging could easily deviate.
After all, it involved direct skin contact.
And they both liked each other.
Sometimes Jiang Lai couldn’t control herself and would lean in to kiss her halfway through.
Just like now.
Jiang Lai had only been massaging for a short while before she leaned down.
After some time, they slowly parted.
Both were breathing unevenly.
Chi Yingyu leaned in Jiang Lai’s arms, her cheeks flushed, her eyes full of satisfied smiles.
Her fingertips gently touched Jiang Lai’s lips.
“Jiang Jiang, your lips are so sweet.”
Jiang Lai’s cheeks were also red. She pulled Chi Yingyu closer, making her ear press against her chest, listening to her heartbeat.
“You’ve tasted them so many times. Why do you still say they’re sweet? Didn’t you feel that way before?”
Her voice carried a hoarseness, as if sharing a secret. Even her breathing became cautious, afraid to disturb this precious intimacy.
Chi Yingyu couldn’t help but laugh. She wrapped her arms around Jiang Lai’s waist, buried her face in her chest, and gently swayed.
“Jiang Jiang, let’s lie down, okay? Sitting is a bit tiring.”
Her voice carried a spoiled softness. Her fingertips gently brushed Jiang Lai’s skin, bringing a ticklish feeling that made Jiang Lai tremble lightly.
A low “okay” rolled from Jiang Lai’s throat.
She exerted a little strength in her arms and fell backward onto the bed with Chi Yingyu.
When her back hit the soft mattress, Chi Yingyu instinctively tightened her arms around Jiang Lai’s neck, clinging to her like a koala.
Her nose still nuzzled against Jiang Lai’s jawline, carrying a warm tickle.
“Silly girl…”
Jiang Lai chuckled softly.
Her fingertips slid slowly down Chi Yingyu’s back, pulling her half-removed sweater back up to keep her from catching cold.
But just as her fingers touched the skin at Chi Yingyu’s waist, Chi Yingyu grabbed her hand.
The warmth of her palm was higher than Jiang Lai’s. She held Jiang Lai’s wrist and pressed it against her own waist.
“Don’t pull away, Jiang Jiang.”
Chi Yingyu’s voice was wrapped in her breath, falling softly on Jiang Lai’s collarbone, carrying a sticky softness.
“You were massaging so comfortably just now. Now it’s my turn.”
As she spoke, her knee gently rubbed against Jiang Lai’s side, her movements carrying deliberate playfulness.
A mischievous light sparkled in her eyes as she watched Jiang Lai’s ears turn crimson.
Jiang Lai’s breath hitched. She wanted to pull Chi Yingyu even closer, but Chi Yingyu first propped herself up on her arms and sat up.
She straddled Jiang Lai’s waist and looked down at the person beneath her.
The warm yellow light fell on the ends of her hair, casting a soft glow around her.
The diamond ring on her finger sparkled with fine light, swaying gently with her movements, unsettling Jiang Lai.
“What are you looking at?”
Chi Yingyu leaned down, her nose touching Jiang Lai’s, with a hint of a smile.
“Do you think I look especially beautiful today?”
She deliberately pulled the collar of her sweater down a little more, revealing a faint red mark on her neck.
It was a kiss mark from Jiang Lai just now.
Under the light, it looked like a pale pink flower, especially alluring.
“Seeing this, do you still want to call it a night?”
Jiang Lai looked at that mark.
Even though she had seen it a thousand times before, seeing it again still made her unable to resist wanting to get closer.
Chi Yingyu had that kind of immense attraction for Jiang Lai.
No matter when she looked at her, Jiang Lai felt her heartbeat accelerating, and even her cheeks turned red.
And Chi Yingyu saw Jiang Lai’s excitement with no reservation.
“Jiang Jiang, your ears are red. Let me listen too—is your heart beating fast?”
Chi Yingyu half-teasingly hugged Jiang Lai tightly, pretending to lean her head in.
But Jiang Lai stopped her with a hand on her head.
It’s enough that I know my own heart is racing from shyness and excitement.
Having someone else expose it outright is pretty embarrassing.
After stopping Chi Yingyu’s action, to keep Chi Yingyu from dwelling on her, Jiang Lai responded with a grumbled protest:
“You’re the same. And you’re talking about me.”
Hearing Jiang Lai’s retort, Chi Yingyu bent down and kissed Jiang Lai’s earlobe.
Her voice carried a hoarse edge.
“Even though my heart is beating just as fast as yours, it’s different.”
“You’re nervous; I’m excited.”
“And I’m not shy at all right now.”
“Do you know how much I missed you during the days you were gone?”
“I’m overjoyed about all of this today. I think today is definitely the happiest moment of my life.”
“You proposed to me. This is definitely a day worth commemorating.”
“From now on, let’s make today our proposal anniversary, okay?”
As she spoke, Chi Yingyu acted spoiled, burying her face in Jiang Lai’s neck.
Her breath carried a warm tickle.
“Besides, my heart is beating fast because of you.”
“How much I wanted you to hold me, to be this close…”
Her hand slid down slowly, undoing the last two buttons of Jiang Lai’s shirt.
Her fingertips gently brushed across Jiang Lai’s skin.
“I’ve wanted this for a long time. Ever since you came back yesterday, I’ve wanted it—so, so much.”
Jiang Lai’s body trembled again. She reached out to stop Chi Yingyu’s hand, but Chi Yingyu nimbly dodged.
Chi Yingyu’s fingertips traced down Jiang Lai’s side, stopping at her waistband, gently hooking the metal buckle of her belt.
Her movements were deliberately slow.
“Jiang Jiang.”
Her voice carried a seductive softness.
“Let’s take this off too, okay?”
Jiang Lai’s face was completely red, like a ripe apple, even her earlobes burning hot.
She wanted to nod, but felt too shy, so she just gave a soft “mm.”
The sound was as tiny as a mosquito’s buzz.
But that soft “mm” made Chi Yingyu’s eyes instantly light up.
She bent down and kissed Jiang Lai’s lips.
Her fingers quickly unbuckled the belt.
The metal buckle made a soft “click” as it opened.
In the quiet room, it was especially clear.
That crisp sound struck Jiang Lai’s heart like a bell, very distinct.
“I really like you.”
When Chi Yingyu reached out, she glanced at the shiny ring on her finger.
Then she looked at Jiang Lai’s completely empty ring finger.
In the end, Jiang Lai took off the ring to please me and keep me from getting angry.
The victor is always very forgiving.
After all, in this situation, my sister is already my defeated rival in love.
That feeling of being put first really makes me happy.
Just yesterday, looking at that ring made me so angry, so uncomfortable, that I was sulking.
But now, in the midst of intimacy, Chi Yingyu even wanted Jiang Lai to put that ring back on.
She had always suspected she might be a little twisted.
Why did she always like showing off these things to her sister?
Especially the thrill of defeating her sister—no matter the aspect, she could get a strong sense of satisfaction from it.
Chi Yingyu was very aware that this kind of thinking was pathological.
After all, thinking about other people during intimacy was inherently abnormal.
But in the past ten-plus years, poor Chi Yingyu had always lived in her sister’s shadow.
It could be said that her emotions and needs had truly been suppressed for over a decade.
If she didn’t even have this little bit of rebellious, smug satisfaction, then she would really be too pitiful.
In other words, long before she realized she was twisted, defeating her sister, winning against her sister, had already become a subconscious behavior.
More importantly, her sister Shen Ruxue had long become an indispensable part of her intimacy with Jiang Lai.
Play.
She really was twisted.
If she weren’t afraid that Jiang Lai would think she was a pervert, Chi Yingyu would even want to ask during intimacy…
Was kissing her more comfortable, or was cuddling with her sister more comfortable?