Even though Su Li never said it out loud, she must’ve secretly done some research on me behind the scenes, right?
That’s what MOKA thought to herself.
Otherwise, how could Su Li understand her so well, like she did now?
She figured that as soon as her song was released, Su Li must’ve listened to it right away.
And then prepared herself for this meeting.
She was working hard— MOKA could feel the sincerity in her.
At the beginning of their arrangement, MOKA hadn’t wanted Su Li to learn her true identity, afraid that Su Li might fall for her and jeopardize their professional collaboration.
But Su Li had still come to understand her.
With her talent and strength, it was inevitable that she’d one day be famous across the country— reach a point where everyone knew her name.
Even though she had taken Su Li’s phone and never revealed her real identity, Su Li would find out eventually.
And now, it seemed like Su Li might already be in love with her.
She didn’t want that to happen.
If Su Li confessed her feelings, she would definitely turn her down.
And fire her. The two of them would have nothing to do with each other after that.
Even if Su Li could provide her with emotional value, MOKA wouldn’t allow her presence to interfere with her career.
MOKA kissed Su Li passionately, savoring the soft and fragrant feeling from her lips.
She had to seize the moment, draw as much inspiration and nourishment as she could from Su Li before she revealed her heart.
When Su Li finally confessed, that would be the moment she lost all value to her.
It wasn’t cruelty— this had always been a transaction. Nothing else should affect their arrangement.
If Su Li broke the deal, she wouldn’t hesitate to let her go.
MOKA slowly closed her eyes, feeling Su Li’s kiss and how she responded.
Warm breaths brushed lightly over her lips like feathers, and where their skin met, electricity traveled down her spine.
It felt like holding a piece of honey melting on her tongue, its sweetness spreading to her limbs.
Their noses grazed each other as MOKA caught the faint scent lingering around Su Li’s collar, while her own rising body heat steamed through her blood, forming a thin mist between their interlaced eyelashes.
Time began to dissolve, like butter under sunlight.
The sound of their breathing grew louder in her ears, but it couldn’t drown out the pounding rhythm in her chest.
Two hearts beating behind their ribs, composing a layered symphony.
As their lips gently moved together, the world shrank like a retreating tide, until nothing was left but the warm, wet sensation blooming at her nerve endings, like vines wrapping around every bone.
Even after they parted, a tingling still danced across her lips, like the beach remembering the shape of waves after they’d pulled away. The air was thick with sparks that hadn’t yet burned out.
MOKA’s gaze turned hazy. Looking at the young face before her, she felt inspiration stirring inside her mind— so close, and yet, like sand, slipping through her fingers the moment she tried to grasp it.
Just a little more. She was so close.
Just a little more, and she’d be able to capture that thread of inspiration rising in her thoughts.
She could feel it—this was a whole new style of music. Once released, it was bound to go viral.
MOKA’s breathing grew quicker.
She didn’t know if it was the lingering intimacy making her breathless, or if it was the nearness of inspiration and success that had her heart racing.
“Su Li, just a little more, we’re almost there.”
MOKA’s gaze stayed locked on Su Li, her fingers gently brushing the edge of her shirt.
She leaned in again, seeking out that thrilling sensation that spread through her with every kiss.
It felt like there was a door right in front of her, and if she could just push it open, she’d find the answer. But no matter how hard she tried, she was always just a bit too far.
Her fingers trailed slowly down Su Li’s back, lightly tracing the curve of her spine.
It felt like she was standing in a vast expanse, yet always just a little short of reaching her goal.
Like a lone explorer walking through an endless wilderness, knowing there was treasure hidden somewhere— but completely unable to find it.
So close… just a little more…
She grew anxious, agitated—and the more she felt that way, the harder it became to capture the thread of inspiration that hovered so close.
Only when Su Li repeatedly soothed her restless heart did she finally begin to relax, gradually yielding control to Su Li.
MOKA looked at Su Li’s approaching face, felt her breath, and under her gentle touch, her body slowly leaned toward the edge of the bed.
A strange sensation washed over her, as if she were floating among the clouds.
Guided by Su Li, she felt herself getting closer and closer to that elusive spark of inspiration she so desperately sought.
Until, in a sudden moment, MOKA was overwhelmed by an indescribable sense of fulfillment.
She instinctively tried to swallow, but liquid still spilled from the corner of her mouth.
In that instant, it was as if she’d found the source of her inspiration, finally pushing open the door that had been standing in front of her.
Ideas gushed forth like a spring. MOKA’s eyes were lit with excitement.
She leapt to her feet, desperate to find a pen and paper to jot down the sudden burst of creativity — but the hotel room had none.
MOKA murmured to herself, pacing the room in frustration.
Her hair hung loose and messy, adding to her restlessness.
In the end, she found only a clear glass.
Her gaze flicked between Su Li and the glass, intending to use it to capture the surge of inspiration pouring out of her.
Their bodies pressed tightly together as she watched the glass slowly fill with accumulating drops.
“I’ll pay you,” MOKA mumbled, staring at Su Li’s pale neck before biting down.
Warm blood spread across her lips, and as it did, she felt an unprecedented rush flood her body, causing her to tremble uncontrollably.
Drip.
MOKA watched as blood trickled down Su Li’s neck, flowing over her smooth skin.
Holding back the geyser of inspiration within her, she quickly caught the falling drops with the glass.
She stared as Su Li’s blood dyed the liquid inside a deep red.
“Su Li, I need you.”
“If the price is fair, I have no problem. But if you can’t afford the fee, then this might be our last transaction.”
MOKA didn’t care what Su Li said after that. She didn’t need money. What she lacked was inspiration.
And Su Li was the source of it. As long as she had Su Li, she would have endless inspiration.
And make more money than she could ever spend.
“Su Li, lie down on the bed.”
MOKA spoke urgently, unwilling to waste even a single drop of inspiration.
She knew every bit of it was worth its weight in gold.
Only when Su Li was fully lying on the bed did MOKA dip her fingers into the cup, lightly touching the crimson liquid, then sat down on Su Li’s thighs and began writing lyrics across her back.
“Su Li, your back… it’s beautiful~”
Hmm, The author seems to have LOTS of ideas.