That afternoon, Yong Le was called away by a phone call from Han Ge.
Dong Enyu looked at her phone book and was surprised to see that the guy had saved Yong Le’s name as “Yong Le Baby,” which was quite bold of him.
However, she had learned quite a bit about Han Ge and Qi Ge from Yong Le.
They were both under the same boss before, and had a decent brotherly bond.
Later, as they competed against each other, both became one of the big brothers under Wutang.
They maintained a close relationship, and their respective groups rarely clashed, which explained why Luo Ye appeared alongside Yong Le.
After a quick freshening up, Dong Enyu grabbed a towel to dry her hair.
She stared at her phone on the bed for a long time before finally dialing Mu Lin’s number.
They had only met by chance, and she was currently undercover, so she shouldn’t be getting involved with ordinary people.
But thinking of Mu Lin’s blushing profile on the bus made Dong Enyu unable to resist wanting to get closer.
“Hello, it’s me,” Mu Lin’s gentle voice came through the headset as soon as the call connected.
“It’s me, Dong Enyu,” she placed the towel on the low table and sat on the edge of the bed.
“Sorry, I was still sleeping when you called this morning. What do you need?”
“Yes, last night you said if there was a performance, you’d invite me along. There’s a stage play this Saturday, and I was wondering if you have time?”
Mu Lin sounded a bit nervous, as if she thought her invitation was abrupt, but to Dong Enyu, it felt very thoughtful.
“Are you asking me out on a date?”
She deliberately misinterpreted Mu Lin’s words, her smile deepening.
“N-no, that’s not it… I mean, there’s a stage play… If you don’t have time…”
“I just happen to be free on Saturday.”
Dong Enyu suppressed the urge to laugh out loud, as she could easily imagine Mu Lin blushing and anxiously explaining herself, which was very feminine and cute.
“Really? If you have other plans, it’s okay.”
Mu Lin confirmed repeatedly, worried about interrupting Dong Enyu’s original plans.
“I’m really free, so how about we meet at the Performance Hall at five o’clock on Saturday?”
She decisively set the meeting time to prevent Mu Lin from hesitating any further.
“Okay, Saturday at five o’clock, in front of the Performance Hall.”
Mu Lin’s sweet tone now carried a hint of joy.
Just then, several male voices came from the other end of the line, indicating they were preparing for a meeting.
She had to hurriedly say goodbye to Dong Enyu and thanked her again for accepting the invitation.
After hanging up, Dong Enyu wore a pleased smile.
Every time she spoke with Mu Lin, it felt so easy, and her gentle personality was very likable.
Unlike Yong Le, who would rudely kick open doors and force her in dark alleys.
Thinking of the door, Dong Enyu stood by the door frame.
She tried to lift the “wooden board” door, but the lock was broken and wouldn’t fit.
Just as her arms began to ache, a force helped her straighten the door.
She didn’t know who was on the other side, but the person had quite a bit of strength, and with a few grunts, they managed to secure the door back in place.
“Thank you.”
Dong Enyu opened the door to express her gratitude, but was taken aback at the same time… “Luo Ye?”
She looked at Luo Ye in surprise, wondering how she had appeared here so quietly.
Seeing Dong Enyu, Luo Ye pointed inside, seemingly asking why she wasn’t invited in.
“Please come in. I’m sorry, the space is small and messy, but you can sit on the bed, it’s fine, no need to be formal.”
She picked up the scattered clothes from the floor to let Luo Ye enter the room.
As Dong Enyu tidied up, she sighed, wondering how her room had turned into a guesthouse.
“Were you okay last night?”
After finishing with the clothes, she sat down next to Luo Ye, who still looked the same, wearing a military jacket with the collar turned up to cover half her face, and a cap pulled low.
This made Dong Enyu wonder if Luo Ye was deliberately hiding her looks because she thought she was ugly.
But she felt that Luo Ye should be a great beauty; at least, that was what her woman’s intuition told her.
Luo Ye shook her head in response.
She didn’t say much, and Dong Enyu understood; just like last night, she only drank without saying a word.
“Did you come to see me for something?” she asked softly and cautiously.
Watching Luo Ye sit silently on the edge of the bed made Dong Enyu inexplicably nervous.
She waited for nearly five minutes, but Luo Ye still didn’t give her an answer.
Dong Enyu sighed helplessly, just as she was about to get up to grab a drink, Luo Ye suddenly grabbed her arm with surprising speed.
Dong Enyu didn’t expect this and instinctively tried to pull away, but Luo Ye yanked her back, causing her to fall onto the bed.
In that moment, the world spun around her, and she instinctively used her forehead to push against the person pressing down on her.
However, her neck was suddenly tightened by an arm, not to the point of choking, but enough to startle Dong Enyu.
In the room, only their heavy breathing and silence remained.
She lay on the bed, with Luo Ye’s right hand gripping her neck, her arms pinned above her head.
Dong Enyu furrowed her brows and after a while finally said, “If you came to find Yong Le, she just got called away by Han Ge.”
Luo Ye looked puzzled, remaining silent and not letting her leave, and they both just stared at each other in this position.
“Qi Ge is coming,” Luo Ye finally spoke.
Her deep, steady voice resonated with each word, making Dong Enyu feel extremely tense.
“I’m fine, just came to check on you.”
She spoke casually, yet used force against Dong Enyu, as if she were apprehending a criminal.
“Then can you let me go now?”
Dong Enyu shifted uncomfortably, and only then did Luo Ye release her.
Dong Enyu rubbed her shoulders, thinking that Luo Ye had been so forceful that she almost dislocated her arm.
Just as she was massaging herself with resentment, Luo Ye’s palm pressed against her back, startling Dong Enyu into stiffening up.
She quietly observed Luo Ye, who seemed to only want to help her with a massage.
Luo Ye’s grip was strong, and her kneading was quite powerful.
After a few moments of massage, Dong Enyu immediately succumbed to her exceptional skills, even forgetting when she had laid down or when she had let Luo Ye sit on her waist.
She hugged a pillow, closed her eyes, and occasionally let out soft hums.
After being tormented by Yong Le last night, she was now relieved, and the pressure on her waist made Dong Enyu feel utterly enchanted.
“…Mmm… so comfortable… uh-huh…” The sounds she made were ambiguous and sensual, making it seem like they were engaged in something shy.
In reality, both of them were fully dressed, so there was nothing inappropriate about it.
Luo Ye straddled her hips, gazing at the skin beneath Dong Enyu’s sweater.
It wasn’t the pale complexion that most people recognized, but rather a healthy bronze tone.
As she looked, Luo Ye unconsciously pulled back slightly and then slid her hand inside.
Her rough fingertips pressed directly against Dong Enyu’s waist, instantly causing goosebumps to rise all over her body.
She struggled, but Luo Ye was too strong; Dong Enyu couldn’t simply shake her off.
Instead, she kicked her legs and pushed against her waist, after a while managing to turn her body to face Luo Ye, but Luo Ye still remained perched on her lower abdomen.
“Stop!”
She had struggled fiercely just moments ago, and now she was panting, her cheeks slightly flushed.
She was afraid that the situation from last night would repeat itself, so she firmly stated her position.
Luo Ye’s collar had been slightly pulled down from her earlier movements, revealing her delicate, fair chin.
With her graceful curves, she looked like a beauty.
She pursed her lips slightly, remaining silent.
Dong Enyu stared at her for a long time, and Luo Ye did not engage in any inappropriate behavior.
After pondering for a while, she wondered if she had misunderstood Luo Ye’s intentions.
Then she softened her tone, lying down in a starfish position and said, “Sorry, I got too excited just now and might have misunderstood you, but if you don’t speak, I can’t understand your thoughts. If you don’t mind, you can just…” Before she could finish the words “tell me,” Luo Ye immediately expressed her thoughts.
“I want to touch you.”
She said it quickly and firmly.
She “wants” to, not “wishes” to, and the words carried a strong implication.
This made Dong Enyu feel a bit embarrassed, but the water that had been spilled could not be retrieved.
“…Mmm.”
She nodded slightly, closing her eyes to let Luo Ye touch her.
Luo Ye stared at her for a long time, long enough for Dong Enyu to think she wouldn’t touch her anymore.
But just as she opened her eyes, she saw Luo Ye’s hand pressing against her stomach.
Her fingers were long and fair, gliding slowly over the gray sweater, the pressure just right as it swept across her body, causing Dong Enyu’s breathing to quicken and her body to heat up.
Admiring each other’s bodies as women is healthy and normal.
However, Luo Ye’s kind of “touching” made Dong Enyu feel a bit of danger.
“Can you not…”
“I can’t.”
No matter what Dong Enyu wanted to say, Luo Ye cut her off with those two words.
Her hands explored from Dong Enyu’s lower abdomen upwards, slowly following the curves of her body until they reached her chest, lingering around her collarbone.
Dong Enyu couldn’t see her face clearly; the shadow beneath the duckbill cap completely obscured her expression.
Dong Enyu furrowed her brows, her powerless hands resting at her sides.
Suddenly, with a “hiss!” sound, Luo Ye tore her sweater from the neckline, ripping it down to her navel.
Dong Enyu looked up at Luo Ye, her eyes filled with dissatisfaction.
Those hands pressed directly against her exposed skin; Luo Ye’s hands were warm, and the calloused fingertips began to knead her chest.
What had started as an ordinary touch began to feel different, and Dong Enyu felt those hands becoming restless, roughly caressing her chest through the blue bra, as if trying to rip the lingerie off.
“Luo Ye.”
Dong Enyu called out in a low voice, her tone filled with doubt and warning.
Immediately, Luo Ye stopped her movements.
After a moment, she leaned down to help Dong Enyu pull together the torn sweater.
Their faces were very close, and she could even smell the fresh scent of Luo Ye, as if she had just bathed.
The sweater concealed her exposed skin.
Luo Ye straddled Dong Enyu’s body, sitting silently at the edge of the bed, leaving Dong Enyu puzzled about what she was thinking.
Dong Enyu sat up and slowly moved closer to Luo Ye, looking at the exposed part of her ear from behind.
“Can I see your face?”
She had already let Luo Ye touch her, so this request shouldn’t be too much.
However, Luo Ye did not respond.
Dong Enyu tentatively leaned in, resting her chin lightly on Luo Ye’s shoulder, and whispered, “Is that okay?”
She sought Luo Ye’s consent.
But the other party was like a wooden block, neither agreeing nor opposing.
The two remained in this stalemate for nearly ten minutes.
Dong Enyu blinked, noticing that Luo Ye did not push her away.
When her hand quietly rested on Luo Ye’s shoulder, the other did not object.
Taking this as a silent agreement, Dong Enyu boldly leaned against Luo Ye’s back, wrapping her arms around her neck, her left hand skillfully gripping the duckbill cap.
Just as she was about to lift it, Luo Ye swiftly grabbed Dong Enyu’s wrist, the force so strong that she immediately let go.
Luo Ye pulled her slightly forward, and Dong Enyu’s cheek instantly pressed against her ear, their faces very close, allowing them to hear each other’s breathing.
At that moment, Luo Ye turned her head, her lips brushing against Dong Enyu’s cheek.
The warm breath made her body tense up, and Luo Ye only said two words, “You’re asking for it.”
