After leaving the restaurant, Dong Enyu kept a stern face.
If it were just an ordinary scowl, it wouldn’t matter, but this expression made Yong Le unable to ignore it… as if…
“Are you about to cry?” Yong Le lightly pulled Dong Enyu’s arm, bringing the woman closer to her.
Dong Enyu stumbled, leaning on Yong Le’s shoulder for a few steps, not pushing her away, seemingly unwilling to say more.
“Don’t be sad, at least you still have me.” It might not be comforting, but Yong Le tried her best.
Unexpectedly, her words were like a sharp blade, instantly severing Dong Enyu’s taut nerves.
Hearing a ‘snap’ in her ears, Dong Enyu suddenly pushed Yong Le into a nearby empty alley and started punching her fiercely.
Regardless of the strength or technique, it was like hitting a punching bag, continuously raising her hand and dropping her fist.
At first, Yong Le didn’t mind much, after all, people who have just broken up tend to act irrationally.
But when Dong Enyu’s punch almost hit Yong Le’s face, she got angry.
She quickly reached out to restrain Dong Enyu, grabbing her struggling wrist, and with a swift turn, pinned the woman against the wall, then turned Dong Enyu to face her.
“Seriously, don’t blame me for your mistakes!” Yong Le pressed Dong Enyu’s body tightly, preventing her from escaping.
“You’re a bastard too!” Dong Enyu spat at Yong Le, very rudely.
Yong Le turned her head but couldn’t avoid it, getting a face full of Dong Enyu’s spit, her expression darkening.
“Yes, I’m a bastard, but what about you? A woman who flirts around without any decency! You think you’re so noble, but everyone has already seen through your rotten core!” Yong Le leaned in close to Dong Enyu, her almost twisted smile appearing deranged.
“Mu Lin is marrying a man, why are you acting like an abandoned woman? As if you’re the victim, your love is the real disaster! Don’t drag that woman down with you!”
Each word was like a stone, harshly hitting the woman.
“Yeah! Then why don’t you stay away from this disaster!” The suppressed anger was more terrifying than hysteria.
Dong Enyu bit her lip, unable to refute, because what Yong Le said was true.
Her love was a disaster, and Mu Lin being able to escape her and find true happiness was something to be congratulated.
So… she should be smiling…
“It’s okay,” after calming down, Yong Le cupped Dong Enyu’s face.
“Because I’m just as rotten as you, we’re a perfect match.” The incongruous innocence, a bitter yet brilliant smile, Yong Le lowered her head to capture the woman’s lips, kissing deeply and savoring it.
Dong Enyu gradually closed her eyes, her hands wrapping around Yong Le, responding with a hint of urgency.
Then she let go.
“It’s impossible, I don’t want to fall in love again.” Dong Enyu turned her head away, but Yong Le turned it back.
“Then I’ll just have a one-sided love.” The heartthrob of Wutang, Yong Le, actually said she would have a one-sided love for Dong Enyu.
“I won’t cry or make a fuss, I’ll go along with everything you say, there’s no challenge, you’ll get bored quickly.” How can two unsuitable people last long? Yong Le wants excitement, which Dong Enyu can’t provide.
The woman moved a bit, but Yong Le wouldn’t let go, just as she said, she didn’t want to let go of Dong Enyu yet…
“Never mind, I’ll just kick you away when I get bored.” Heartless.
Dong Enyu squinted her eyes, feeling a slight anger, but the next moment it dissipated.
Because she knew, Yong Le’s words couldn’t be trusted, whether sweet or bitter, perhaps it was just a protective color.
Whatever mindset Yong Le had while talking to her, Dong Enyu couldn’t take it too seriously, just listen and let it go.
“Whatever you want.” Finally, she pushed the woman away, a casual remark that made Yong Le not pursue further.
…
Two days later, Huo Ai returned.
When she walked into the living room with her suitcase, Dong Enyu was sitting on the sofa watching TV.
Their eyes met but they said nothing, more mundane than an old married couple.
But even without speaking, Huo Ai could sense the subtle change in the atmosphere.
“What happened?” Huo Ai casually placed her suitcase by the door and sat next to Dong Enyu.
The woman was wearing silk pajamas, her figure without the cover of underwear was very graceful, exuding a mature feminine charm.
“Yong Le came back.” Dong Enyu propped her head with one hand, lying on the sofa as if about to fall asleep.
Her indifferent words were like reporting current events, she said Yong Le came back, a potentially troublesome but possibly non-threatening figure.
Huo Ai nodded slightly, “Do you need me to find some bodyguards for you?”
“If that’s how you show your concern for me, then go ahead.” Dong Enyu stretched her legs, lazily resting them on Huo Ai’s lap, gently rubbing through the suit pants.
The woman smiled beautifully, her peach blossom eyes slightly squinted, somewhat seductive, the curve of her lips also a bit sly.
“Okay,” Huo Ai blinked, amused by Dong Enyu’s demeanor.
She propped herself up and leaned forward, her hands on either side of Dong Enyu’s face, lowering her head to bite the woman’s lower lip.
Before kissing, she had something to say, “Besides that?” Besides Yong Le, there must be other reasons, right?
Such a reason for being downcast.
Dong Enyu’s eyelids twitched slightly, she hooked her arm around Huo Ai’s neck, pulling them closer.
She buried her face in Huo Ai’s neck, whispering in her ear, “My friend is getting married, next month.”
“Congratulations.” Huo Ai relaxed, lying on top of Dong Enyu.
“Her fiancé seems very wealthy, she’ll definitely be a young mistress, like those rich women in TV dramas, drinking afternoon tea outside a mansion, with maids and a little dog, looking so happy.” The beautiful future Mu Lin deserves.
“You can find one too.” Huo Ai’s voice was calm, she was speaking the truth.
Dong Enyu and her, there were no binding relationships.
“Forget it, I’m not that lucky.” The woman twisted her body, feeling Huo Ai pressing down on her, making it hard to breathe.
Just as she was about to ask Huo Ai to get up, the other person sat up first, pulling Dong Enyu up as well.
“I’m going to take a shower.” Huo Ai’s words were like a command, yet carried a hint of amusement.
Hearing this, Dong Enyu resignedly walked into the bathroom to run a bath for Manager Huo.
But as she turned on the faucet, the door behind her slowly closed, and a pair of fair arms wrapped around her waist.
“I’ve already showered.” Dong Enyu straightened up and turned around, helping Huo Ai untie her tie.
“Since we’ll get wet anyway, might as well shower again.” Huo Ai removed the silk pajamas from Dong Enyu, her lips brushing against the woman’s neck.
A playful remark made Dong Enyu chuckle, amused by Huo Ai, she didn’t mind showering a few more times.
The two of them undressed each other, getting into the tub before it was full, the sound of water filling their ears, steam gradually blurring their vision.
Thirty minutes later, the turbulent water finally calmed down.
Dong Enyu lay on the edge of the tub, watching Huo Ai wash outside the tub, foam everywhere.
From this angle, Huo Ai’s graceful back was like a ceramic artwork, flawless ivory white, making Dong Enyu envious.
Her aura of abstinence always attracted women, but beneath that mask was a domineering, occasionally wild nature.
Even a calm emperor can lose control sometimes…
“Do you care a lot about the friend getting married?” A ladle of warm water splashed down, forcing Dong Enyu to close her eyes.
She wiped the water from her face, Huo Ai leaned on the edge of the tub and slowly sat back in.
Care… do I?
Dong Enyu turned to face Huo Ai, “Just a bit down, I guess?” In fact, she couldn’t articulate the sense of loss in her heart.
Even if there were no more emotional fluctuations, the thought of Mu Lin walking down the aisle with another man left her feeling unsettled.
Neither here nor there…
Huo Ai tucked the stray hair behind her ear, resting her hands on the edge of the tub, lying back, her gaze fixed on Dong Enyu.
As if scrutinizing a concubine with ulterior motives…
“Do you like her?”
After a moment, Huo Ai spoke.
But the word ‘like’ is broad, Dong Enyu can like anyone, like anything… As for whether she likes Mu Lin, that’s another matter.
“At least I don’t hate her.” Complaints might exist, but to the extent of hatred, not quite.
In Huo Ai’s eyes, how fickle is she? How unfaithful? How promiscuous? Dong Enyu didn’t want to ask.
She only knew that everyone she encountered in this undercover mission was a tool, a tool she had to cling to in order to achieve her goals.
Huo Ai’s gaze began to move downward, from Dong Enyu’s face to the bracelet on her wrist.
A diamond bracelet reflecting rainbow hues…
“What about Luo Ye?” The low, husky voice echoed in the bathroom.
Dong Enyu followed Huo Ai’s gaze, glancing at the bracelet.
“We’re in a cooperative relationship.” Beyond that, she couldn’t think of another term to describe the ambiguity between them.
“Yong Le?” Huo Ai straightened her back, leaning a few centimeters closer to Dong Enyu.
“No feeling.” Dong Enyu shrugged.
What else could she say? Yong Le was just a hassle to her.
“What about Zhao Han?” Huo Ai’s approach made Dong Enyu look up.
The woman was now sitting on her lap, hands on Dong Enyu’s shoulders, wet strands of hair sticking to her cheeks, and a pair of eyes as dark as ink, staring at Dong Enyu clearly and seriously.
Zhao Han… “It’s in the past.” Whether there would be a future, Dong Enyu didn’t even dare to think about it.
Not dislike, a cooperative relationship, no feeling, in the past… All of Dong Enyu’s answers were negative.
Huo Ai bent down and kissed the woman’s eyelids, her warm lips pressing and leaving, pressing again, and leaving once more.
Dong Enyu breathed softly, feeling a hand underwater starting to move restlessly, exploring from her knee all the way to between her legs.
“Huo Ai…” Dong Enyu murmured, as fingers simultaneously entered her body underwater.
Hotter than the water temperature… “Dong Enyu,” Huo Ai bit the woman’s shoulder, leaving a shallow mark, “What about me?” What kind of existence was Huo Ai in her heart?
The increasing frequency of the fingers made the woman start to pant, as if holding onto the only driftwood in the ocean.
Dong Enyu’s embrace made Huo Ai a bit breathless, yet she was unwilling to push away.
“Answer me.” Huo Ai suddenly thrust, causing the woman to gasp.
Dong Enyu opened her sweat-drenched eyes, leaned close to the other’s ear, and smiled, “You’re my partner.”
