The car sped down the road, the wind whipping Dong Yin’s hair into a mess. The scenery streamed backward, the bustling streets flashing past until they pulled up in front of a hotel. The building was tall enough that when she tipped her head back to look, it made her dizzy.
Dong Yin kept sneaking glances at Xie Mingjun, gripping the seatbelt.
“Mingjun, stop messing with me, I…”
The car stopped. No more cold wind, and the temperature inside shot up all at once, turning thick and stifling.
“I’m really curious,” Xie Mingjun said. “You say you like me. That’s all you mean by liking me?”
“…Yeah.”
She hadn’t finished talking when Xie Mingjun let out a soft laugh, her tone mocking.
“You planning to like me in some Platonic way?”
“No… no, that’s not it. I’ve thought about other things.”
Dong Yin spoke very seriously.
“I’ve thought about kissing. I like kissing you.”
“It’s not that I don’t want to. I just don’t dare. I told you before, the things I don’t know, I’ll learn. I’ll do my best.”
She just wanted to prove herself, but the more she tried to explain, the more flustered she got.
Xie Mingjun simply unbuckled her own seatbelt, leaned over to open Dong Yin’s door, and said, “Here’s your chance to think about it. Do you dare?”
Dong Yin tilted her head back to look at her.
“Unbuckle it yourself,” Xie Mingjun said.
Then she turned away.
Dong Yin’s ears rang like someone was striking a bell. Once, twice…
By the time Xie Mingjun stepped into the elevator, she glanced back at the person who had followed her in. She pressed the button and said, “You’ve got more guts than I thought.”
“Actually, I still haven’t decided,” Dong Yin said.
“Oh.”
They went upstairs. But instead of taking Dong Yin to a room to do anything bad, Xie Mingjun led her to the restaurant, into a private dining room. They had talked about this in their game group before; they were originally supposed to go bungee jumping today.
No one else was there. As soon as they went in, Xie Mingjun closed the door. She sat down, set a book on the table, and started flipping through it page by page.
Dong Yin snuck looks at her, and could guess a little.
She was mad about that day, when she wouldn’t let her kiss her.
Look at that—Dong Yin had actually stirred her emotions. That meant she had fantasized about her kiss. It meant her method was working.
Dong Yin wasn’t naturally bold, but after spending so much time with her recently, she’d started to lose control of her boundaries, constantly testing the line.
She figured Mingjun wouldn’t really do anything to her. She was probably just trying to scare her.
So Dong Yin waited quietly.
Lu Hanqiu and Chu Ning’an still hadn’t shown up. If someone else came, her nerves would definitely ease a little. She kneaded her fingers, then pulled out her phone and started scrolling through all sorts of random messages.
She even sneaked a look at the game group.
It was completely silent.
Xie Mingjun just kept reading. She never touched her phone.
Dong Yin stole a glance at the book’s pages. On it was written: “To please a woman, use your fingers.”
To please a woman… with your fingers??
Why was Mingjun reading this kind of book?
Her hands trembled as she typed a message into the group chat: “Eat?”
While she was staring at her phone, Xie Mingjun suddenly spoke.
“They probably aren’t coming.”
Dong Yin thought she’d been looking at her screen. She clutched her phone and asked, “Let’s wait a bit? They’re your friends. It’d be kind of rude if we just left, right?”
“They’re the ones who bailed. What are we waiting for them for?” Mingjun said.
As she spoke, she flicked a finger lightly against Dong Yin’s forehead.
Then she closed the book, clearly ready to go.
Dong Yin gripped her bag tightly and stayed seated, not moving. Xie Mingjun crossed one leg over the other.
“What’ve you got in there that you’re squeezing it so hard?”
Dong Yin actually pulled something out of her bag: two cups of yogurt. She set them on the table.
“Here. For you.”
Mingjun’s gaze fell to her lips.
“I don’t drink this,” she said.
“I only brought two cups,” Dong Yin stammered. “I snuck them out for you. One for you, one for me. I was going to drink it with you in the library, but I forgot when we went to eat.”
Mingjun picked up the yogurt, her fingertips tapping lightly on the lid.
Dong Yin quickly tore the seal open, stuck a little spoon into it, then pushed it toward her.
Strawberry yogurt. There were small, bright bits of fruit inside.
Mingjun didn’t take a bite. Her fingertips brushed over the rim of the cup, then paused, slowly scooping up a little smear of white yogurt.
She suddenly grabbed Dong Yin, pulling her so that she stumbled and ended up beside her leg. Instinctively, Dong Yin caught herself, lifting her face.
Mingjun’s fingers pressed against her lips, spreading the yogurt over them in an even layer. More than once, her fingertips almost slipped into Dong Yin’s mouth, but every time she pulled back at the last second.
Dong Yin’s mouth tingled. She wanted so badly to bite her.
“Do you want to kiss me?” Xie Mingjun asked.
Just as Dong Yin parted her lips, about to bite her fingers, the motion froze.
Then those fingers slid into Dong Yin’s mouth. With the faint sour-sweet taste of strawberry, Mingjun said, “Dong Yin, there’s no one here right now. Do you want to kiss me?”
Dong Yin went blank for a moment.
This was the hook she’d dropped back at Mingjun’s place. Mingjun had taken the bait—but she was planning to haul her straight out into the open sea.
She wanted to kiss her. She wanted to devour her.
Dong Yin bit down on her fingers, tasting the yogurt.
She was the one who bought it, brought it here for Mingjun to play with her.
The room was so quiet they could hear the curtains shiver in the wind.
Mingjun lifted her up and set her down on the dining table. She hadn’t been waiting for anyone at all, and she didn’t care whether they’d eaten lunch. She just wanted to feast.
Dong Yin let out soft little sounds, arms twining around Mingjun’s neck, rubbing her cheek gently against hers, just like the first time they’d kissed.
“Mingjun, kiss me,” she whispered.
Mingjun laughed, the curve of her lips edged with something wicked. Using two cups of yogurt just to coat her lips really was a bit of a waste.
She shoved Dong Yin back so she lay flat on the white tablecloth, then tipped the yogurt down over her.
She was going to kiss her, tangle with her, mouth and tongue.
