Everything was over, and Lu Weizhu leaned against the head of the bed.
A thin sheen of sweat covered her body, making her feel sticky.
She bit her left wrist, her eyes dazed, staring at the pristine white wall not far away.
Ning Wan lay lazily beside her, playing with a strand of her hair.
Submission and concession gave her an unprecedented experience. There was no pain, nor any tears.
She tasted a sensation she had never known before, something indescribable, a feeling that left her confused, almost intoxicated by it.
“Ah…”
Biting her lip, Lu Weizhu didn’t know how to describe that feeling. In truth, she knew what it was—she just didn’t dare admit it.
Did she not dare to admit she had felt a trace of pleasure?
The thought that she had nearly lost herself in it filled Lu Weizhu with another wave of self-loathing. She really was worthless, wasn’t she?
Ning Wan lay quietly on the bed, gazing at the side of the girl’s face, her ears tinged with red. A drop of sweat slid down Lu Weizhu’s cheek, her eyes dreamy and, in the lamplight, a little tempting.
The tip of the pen was Lu Weizhu’s faint scent, perhaps because of what they’d just done. Ning Wan rarely felt such a moment of tranquility.
Lu Weizhu jumped out of bed, running barefoot to the bathroom. Ning Wan watched her back, her eyes flickering, thoughts unknown.
“I… sigh…”
Hiding in the bathroom, locking the door behind her, Lu Weizhu braced herself against the wall, staring at her own reflection in the mirror.
Her skin was tinged with red, like a boiled shrimp. Fortunately, there were no marks left on her body.
Because of her submission and concession, Ning Wan hadn’t abused her. Of course, she and Ning Wan weren’t that close, so there was no way Ning Wan would kiss her. It was no wonder there were no marks left.
She glanced at the splint on her right hand. The bandage on it was probably the only thing covering her body.
“Shameless…”
Lu Weizhu slapped herself.
“…Sigh.”
She sighed again.
To make a choice, and then blame yourself afterward—wasn’t that just hypocrisy?
She turned on the shower, hot water splashing on the floor, warm steam filling the bathroom.
Her vision blurred by the mist until she could no longer see her reflection, Lu Weizhu wiped her body with a towel soaked in hot water.
When the towel passed over her waist and belly, she stifled a moan.
Her fingers trembled slightly, but she ignored the strange feeling and quickly finished cleaning herself.
She used another dry towel to wipe her hair and body, then wrapped herself in a large white bath towel and stepped out of the bathroom.
“What’s this?”
In the living room, Ning Wan had already come out and was sitting on the sofa, holding Lu Weizhu’s forgotten diary in her hand.
Lu Weizhu’s pupils contracted. She tensed up, but soon let down her guard.
She had left the diary’s key at the hospital.
“It’s my diary.”
Wrapped in her bath towel, Lu Weizhu’s skin was even rosier from the bathroom’s heat.
The towel was loose, exposing half her slender, straight calf.
Lu Weizhu walked step by step over to Ning Wan.
“…Do I need to kneel?”
She hesitated for a while, unsure if she was allowed to sit.
Instead of answering right away, Ning Wan tossed the diary onto the coffee table, her gaze lingering on the girl’s legs.
“Sit down.”
She pursed her lips.
“Thank you… Master.”
Getting used to calling someone that from the bottom of her heart was hard. Lu Weizhu still found it awkward.
Carefully, Lu Weizhu sat beside Ning Wan. Without hesitation, Ning Wan wrapped an arm around Lu Weizhu’s neck, pressing the stiff girl down onto her lap.
The bath towel was fluffy. Ning Wan lifted a corner of it and poked Lu Weizhu’s back with her fingertip.
Her skin dimpled slightly, bouncing back as soon as the finger withdrew.
Lying on Ning Wan’s lap, Lu Weizhu felt an itch on her back and shivered.
“You seem much more sensitive than usual.”
Ning Wan commented, pinching a small patch of flesh on her back.
Lu Weizhu didn’t know how to respond, shaking her head in embarrassment.
Ning Wan found it rather funny—she didn’t understand it. After all they’d done, why would she still be shy? And in such an ordinary, bashful way.
Not liking the feeling of damp, long hair, Ning Wan reached out and held Lu Weizhu’s calf.
Her skin was smooth and delicate, her legs long and slender, muscles firm—overall, it felt great to the touch.
“So itchy…”
The instant her fingers touched Lu Weizhu’s calf, Lu Weizhu raised her head, trying to look back at Ning Wan, but stopped herself halfway.
Lu Weizhu covered her mouth, doing her best to act like a well-behaved doll.
The girl in her arms was being overly obedient, and Ning Wan recalled things she’d once wanted to do but never had the chance.
She held Lu Weizhu and helped her sit up, gazing at the girl’s slender neck.
Such a beautiful girl—what would she taste like?
On the girl’s fragile neck, the finger marks she’d left were faint, nearly invisible unless one looked closely.
Thinking it over, Ning Wan tugged at the bath towel, exposing half of Lu Weizhu’s delicate shoulder.
Sitting on Ning Wan’s lap, Lu Weizhu gripped her knees tightly.
“Mm!”
Not wanting to be interrupted like last time, Ning Wan moved quickly.
She bit down on Lu Weizhu’s right shoulder. The skin was tasteless, but as her teeth pierced the flesh, Lu Weizhu’s body tensed and she whimpered softly, her knuckles turning white from gripping her knees.
At the same time, blood pooled in Ning Wan’s mouth, carrying a faint salty taste. So ordinary—Ning Wan should have expected it. After all, they were both human; what difference could there be?
Ning Wan released her, gently stroking the girl’s shoulder. Where her skin had been clean, now there were several bite marks and a small, bleeding puncture.
Lu Weizhu bit her lip, her face pale.
This pain was nothing compared to having a bone broken, but it still hurt immensely.
“You—”
Lu Weizhu opened her mouth.
“Not bad. You were very obedient today.”
Ning Wan stroked the wound on the girl’s shoulder. As for the taste of blood, she felt a little disappointed.
Still, she was satisfied with Lu Weizhu’s attitude. “If you keep this up, maybe I’ll be a little nicer to you.”
Ning Wan narrowed her eyes.
“Mm, mm… Thank you.”
Facing away from Ning Wan, Lu Weizhu thanked her in a low voice.
“It’s getting late. Um, are you staying over tonight?”
Lu Weizhu asked carefully.
In her heart, she knew the answer. Ning Wan disliked her so much—how could she possibly stay? Lu Weizhu only said it as a tactful reminder that Ning Wan should go home. That was all.
Ning Wan tilted her head, pinching Lu Weizhu’s shoulder.
A sharp pain made Lu Weizhu bend over.
Rubbing her chin, Ning Wan considered.
Should she stay? Should she spend the night under the same roof as her cheating lover’s mistress? Uh… Well, they’d already done what they’d done—would one night make a difference?
Ning Wan looked at the girl’s back in her arms.
Lu Weizhu’s excessive initiative left Ning Wan at a loss, making her feel irritable. How could a toy make her hesitate with a question?
“We’ll see.”
She pursed her lips and pushed Lu Weizhu away, standing up.
The movement was a bit rough, and Lu Weizhu’s knee bumped the coffee table, sending a dull ache through her leg. Yet she smiled silently. The Mistress was finally leaving.
“Goodbye, Xiao Lu? Mm.”
Ning Wan got up and left.
In the end, she didn’t plan to stay the night.
Her girlfriend had just celebrated her birthday, and she’d spend the night elsewhere with someone else? That really was strange. Ning Wan felt a little guilty.
“Tsk… Does it even matter if it’s strange?”
Leaving the house, Ning Wan felt irritable.
She realized that as long as she got involved with Lu Weizhu, everything she did seemed strange, absurd.
“When have I ever cared about this kind of crap?”
Ning Wan kicked the metal railing in annoyance.
She’d always done whatever she wanted—why bother thinking about reasons?
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