Ji Yunxiao had fantasized about this countless times.
In the afternoons, in her dreams, in every morning and evening she saw Lin Qianwei, she’d had dirty thoughts.
Because her little childhood friend was just too beautiful.
Beautiful enough to make anyone’s mind wander.
Ji Yunxiao thought about how cold and noble she looked when she wasn’t smiling, and about the dazzling allure in her eyes when she glanced around.
Ji Yunxiao also wanted that cold, elegant white rose to bloom just for her.
There were too many wild thoughts in her mind that she couldn’t say out loud, but usually, Ji Yunxiao did her best to hide them, not daring to let anything slip.
She was too afraid of scaring Lin Qianwei.
Until today, until this moment, when Lin Qianwei, innocent and flustered, asked her, “Can you help me?” Ji Yunxiao suddenly felt like she couldn’t hide it anymore.
Lin Qianwei even said, “Or maybe just forget it,” but how could Ji Yunxiao just let it go like that?
She swallowed, every syllable she spoke was extra gentle but left no room for argument: “No way.”
Why should she just let it go? Wasn’t it Lin Qianwei who started this?
But actually, Lin Qianwei was already starting to regret it.
Ji Yunxiao’s gaze was too intense, so hot she couldn’t look straight at her, and even her chest felt like it was on fire.
Lin Qianwei panicked, wanting to run away.
She turned her head to avoid that gaze and tried to act calm: “Just now, I—I was actually lying to you.
That little injury on my wrist healed ages ago, I—I was just messing with you…”
Ji Yunxiao raised an eyebrow.
“Messing with me?”
“Yeah… just messing with you,” Lin Qianwei braced herself and looked up at Ji Yunxiao, saying coldly, “How could I really want you to help me undress?”
She tried to use her attitude to intimidate Ji Yunxiao, but her crow-feather lashes were trembling and her eyes were watery, making her look soft and not intimidating at all.
Ji Yunxiao’s lips curled into a smile, her amusement spreading: “But I took it seriously.”
Lin Qianwei snapped at her, “You’re not allowed to take it seriously.”
Usually, when she lost her temper, she could scare plenty of people, but in front of Ji Yunxiao, none of her old tricks worked.
Lin Qianwei realized she just couldn’t intimidate Ji Yunxiao the way she did others.
She just couldn’t.
And Ji Yunxiao was still looking her up and down with that burning gaze, seriously considering, “Where should I start?”
Lin Qianwei decided to ignore her and just run, but as soon as she turned to leave, Ji Yunxiao followed and easily trapped her between the wall and her arms.
Lin Qianwei snapped, “Let me go.”
Ji Yunxiao blinked at her, looking all gentle and harmless.
“I haven’t even touched you yet.”
Lin Qianwei tried to push her arm away, but couldn’t, so she bent down, trying to slip out from under her arm.
But this time, Ji Yunxiao just tightened her hold around her.
Lin Qianwei didn’t even try to break free.
Instead, she acted like she’d caught her red-handed, raised her voice and eyebrows, and said to Ji Yunxiao, “Now you’ve touched me.”
Ji Yunxiao looked at her, amused, and shamelessly said, “Yeah, so what if I did?”
Lin Qianwei was at a loss for words.
Her ears turned a little red, and her eyes looked a bit lost.
Yeah, so what if she did?
Lin Qianwei took a moment to react, then finally started to struggle, still saying, “Let me go, now.”
Ji Yunxiao casually tightened her grip and said, “No, unless…”
Lin Qianwei: “Unless what?”
Ji Yunxiao leaned in close and whispered, “Unless you let me help you undress.”
Her warm breath brushed against Lin Qianwei’s ear, making her tingle all over.
Lin Qianwei felt like half her body was on fire.
She blushed and snapped, “Ji Yunxiao! Are you some kind of pervert?”
“I wasn’t before, and I don’t want to be, but you’re the one who said your hand hurt, that you couldn’t undress, and asked me to help.” Ji Yunxiao looked down at her, those beautiful, bewitching eyes full of grievance.
“How can you go back on your word?”
In that moment, Lin Qianwei suddenly felt guilty.
Was she in the wrong? It did seem like she was the one going back on her word.
“You… I…” Lin Qianwei got caught up in Ji Yunxiao’s logic, her emotions following along without her realizing.
“Is it okay?” Ji Yunxiao moved a little closer.
It was too close—so close Lin Qianwei could clearly smell Ji Yunxiao’s scent.
It was a faint, subtle fragrance, but it made her dizzy, her mind going blank.
With their breaths mingling, in the end, it was Lin Qianwei who gave in first.
She bit her soft, rosy lips, straightened her back, and said, “Fine, go ahead, do whatever you want.”
After she said it, she even lifted her chin and looked up at Ji Yunxiao, spreading her arms.
Ji Yunxiao’s breath caught.
She repeated uncertainly, “Whatever I want?”
“Yeah,” Lin Qianwei’s face went cold, her voice clear as a spring hitting jade, but her words were full of innuendo: “I mean you can undress me, but nothing else.”
But that was already pretty bold.
Ji Yunxiao swallowed, smoothed her hair, trying not to look too eager, but Lin Qianwei urged her, “Can you hurry up?”
For Lin Qianwei, dragging this out was pure torture.
Might as well get it over with quickly.
Just now, Ji Yunxiao had been teasing her with ease, but now that it was really happening, she was suddenly awkward and didn’t know what to do.
Lin Qianwei noticed she was nervous too, and actually felt less nervous herself.
She looked Ji Yunxiao up and down, sneering and provoking her: “What, are you scared now?”
Ji Yunxiao flexed her fingers and took a deep breath.
“Why would I be scared?”
Lin Qianwei got even bolder, still provoking her: “Then what are you stalling for?”
“I’m not stalling anymore.” Ji Yunxiao smiled, walked over to Lin Qianwei, and picked her up.
Lin Qianwei, afraid of falling, clung to her back and snapped, “What are you doing?”
“Taking you to the bathroom,” Ji Yunxiao snorted, “I can’t just undress you out here, the curtains aren’t even closed.”
Lin Qianwei gritted her teeth, her face turning red again.
After bringing her to the bathroom, Ji Yunxiao didn’t start right away.
She went to the sink and turned on the faucet.
Lin Qianwei didn’t get it.
“What are you doing now?”
Ji Yunxiao smiled lazily and explained, “Originally, to help you undress, I should bathe and burn incense first, but since you’re in a hurry, I’ll just wash my hands.”
Lin Qianwei: “…”
She didn’t want to deal with Ji Yunxiao anymore.
She wanted to kick this woman out.
But Ji Yunxiao had already dried her hands and was walking over.
At that moment, Lin Qianwei finally saw the full intensity in her wife’s eyes.
But at this point, she couldn’t escape anymore, and could only let her do as she pleased.
“Gotta unbutton first.”
Lin Qianwei happened to be wearing a blue shirt today, the buttons weren’t done all the way up, revealing a bit of porcelain-white skin.
“If you’re going to unbutton, just do it.
Why do you have to say it out loud?” Lin Qianwei glanced at Ji Yunxiao’s long, pretty fingers, then quickly looked away, pressing her lips together.
“Can’t you just be quiet?”
“Mm, my bad.”
Ji Yunxiao didn’t say anything else, just quietly worked on the buttons at hand.
The room instantly fell silent, and Lin Qianwei actually felt a strange sense of panic.
She started getting nervous again.
But no matter how nervous she was, Ji Yunxiao’s slender, elegant hand kept moving at a steady pace.
The second button came undone, then the third… All the buttons on the shirt were undone, her skin met the air, soft curves coming into view.
Ji Yunxiao almost lost control, until Lin Qianwei’s shy and angry voice broke the moment: “Where are you staring at?”
“Sorry.” The apology was anything but sincere.
Ji Yunxiao straightened up, looking at the white strap by her collarbone, her tone serious.
“This, I’ll help you take it off too.”
Lin Qianwei wanted to refuse, but for some reason, even though the words were on the tip of her tongue, she couldn’t say them.
And by then, Ji Yunxiao had already wrapped her arms around her.
Ji Yunxiao reached over her shoulder, helping her undo the two rows of hooks on the back of her bra.
It only took a few seconds, and the hooks were undone.
As the straps slipped down, everything was about to be revealed, but Lin Qianwei quickly raised her hand, covering Ji Yunxiao’s eyes.
Lin Qianwei said, “Don’t look.”
“Mm.” Ji Yunxiao’s voice was hoarse as she agreed, “I won’t look.”
What now? What am I supposed to do now? Lin Qianwei bit her lip over and over, still not sure what to do next.
Her palm was still covering Ji Yunxiao’s eyes, Ji Yunxiao’s lashes fluttered lightly, making Lin Qianwei’s palm tingle with a faint, ticklish feeling.
“Ji Yunxiao…” After who knows how many seconds of silence, Lin Qianwei called Ji Yunxiao’s name.
“Yeah?” Ji Yunxiao didn’t dare move, even her voice was full of restraint.
“You… you seemed really skilled just now.” Lin Qianwei nitpicked.
Ji Yunxiao chuckled softly, asking, “Skilled at what?”
Lin Qianwei pursed her lips.
“You seemed skilled at unhooking.”
Ji Yunxiao laughed again, then explained gently, “Well, I wear this kind of women’s underwear too, of course I know how to unhook it.”
That made sense.
But even so, Lin Qianwei still asked sourly, “Never unhooked it for another woman?”
Ji Yunxiao answered, “No, only for you.”
Only then was Lin Qianwei satisfied.
The corners of her lips lifted into a clear smile, as beautiful as snow piling on flowering trees.
Just that one smile could haunt someone for years.
Too bad Ji Yunxiao didn’t see it this time.
She only heard her beloved say, “Keep your eyes closed, and in a bit, turn around and leave.
Don’t look at me.”
Ji Yunxiao didn’t agree right away.
She paused, then asked, “You don’t need me anymore?”
Lin Qianwei was a little moved, but still replied coldly, “I don’t need you anymore.”
Ji Yunxiao: “But your skirt…”
Did Ji Yunxiao want to help her take off her skirt too? Lin Qianwei’s cheeks flushed, and she warned coldly, “Don’t push your luck.”
Ji Yunxiao sighed.
“Alright.”
“I’m going to move my hand now,” Lin Qianwei said.
“Keep your eyes closed.”
Ji Yunxiao: “Mm.”
She really did obediently keep her eyes closed, not crossing any lines, but as Lin Qianwei moved her hand away, she couldn’t help but catch her breath.
It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen Ji Yunxiao with her eyes closed before.
Not long ago, she’d found a drunk Ji Yunxiao at a bar, and after the chaos, this woman had fallen asleep right next to her.
But back then, Ji Yunxiao’s hair was still dyed all sorts of messy colors.
She was pretty, but not like she was now.
Now, Ji Yunxiao was beautiful in a way that was almost aggressive.
Even with her eyes closed, just standing there quietly, Lin Qianwei felt like her defenses had been breached, and she herself was already in total disarray.
Lin Qianwei couldn’t help but lean closer to Ji Yunxiao.
Her fingers traced the beautiful woman’s brows and eyes in the air, stroke by stroke, as if she wanted to memorize this face forever.
Finally, those slender, delicate fingers landed on her soft red lips.
Lin Qianwei held her breath, her eyes hazy, and said to her, “You know, that night at the bar, that was actually my first kiss.”
Ji Yunxiao’s eyes snapped open.
Countless emotions surged in her deep, quiet gaze.
She looked at Lin Qianwei, her eyes burning with uncontrollable madness and heat.
Lin Qianwei wanted to run, but she couldn’t escape.
A woman’s hand gripped the back of her neck, forcing her to tilt her head up and meet that fiery gaze.
“How did you dare to mess with me, huh?” Ji Yunxiao’s fingertips brushed her delicate cheek, and finally, she kissed her hard.
Teeth bit down on her lips, sending sharp pain through her.
Lin Qianwei didn’t try to dodge, only felt a buzzing in her ears, like everything was spinning out of control.
Lin Qianwei closed her eyes.
As for how she ended up being carried onto the bathroom counter, Lin Qianwei had no idea.
Her eyes were misty with tears.
It was only when Ji Yunxiao pinched her chin and made her look in the mirror that she finally saw her own disheveled appearance.
Her lips were bitten bright red, her hair a complete mess.
Her long, chestnut-brown hair had always looked noble and aloof, but now, all tangled, it carried an indescribable sense of ruin.
The beauty mark at the corner of her eye looked even more seductive under the light.
She looked like a complete mess.
Lin Qianwei took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and finally found her cool tone again.
“That’s enough.”
Ji Yunxiao was still gripping her wrist, refusing to let go.
Lin Qianwei kicked her, sounding a little aggrieved.
“I already said that’s enough, didn’t you hear me?”
Ji Yunxiao finally regained her senses.
She had already decided to let go of the person in her arms, but before she could step back, she heard another adorable complaint.
It was Lin Qianwei saying to her, “You even made my lips bleed from kissing.
Who kisses like that?”
“Ahem… sorry.” Ji Yunxiao instinctively lowered her head, but Lin Qianwei got annoyed again.
“Turn around, don’t look at me.”
Ji Yunxiao said, “Okay, okay.”
“What are you still standing here for?” Lin Qianwei grabbed a towel and draped it over herself, asking coldly, “Aren’t you leaving? Or do you want to shower with me?”
Ji Yunxiao answered honestly, “I wouldn’t mind.”
Lin Qianwei immediately said, “No way!”
Ji Yunxiao didn’t dare argue, just went along with her, coaxing, “Alright, if you say no, then no.”
Lin Qianwei tightened the towel around herself, turned her back to Ji Yunxiao, and said, “Just go already.”
“Then… see you in a bit.”
Ji Yunxiao straightened her skirt, ready to leave, but then she heard Lin Qianwei mutter under her breath, “I’m never letting you kiss me again…”
How could that be?
Ji Yunxiao had just gotten a taste and was hoping to coax Lin Qianwei into more later, so she instinctively turned around to protest.
“Qianwei, I—”
At that moment, Lin Qianwei happened to take off her towel.
“You—you’re still looking!” Flustered and embarrassed, Lin Qianwei threw the towel at Ji Yunxiao.
Ji Yunxiao was stunned, forgetting to raise her hand, and the towel hit her in the face.
It didn’t hurt.
Probably not as much as Lin Qianwei’s bitten lips.
Besides, the towel was really nice—soft and fragrant—so getting hit with it didn’t matter at all.
Ji Yunxiao picked up the towel, looked up at Lin Qianwei, and only when she saw Lin Qianwei’s guarded expression did she turn away, acting nonchalant.
“This fell on the floor.
Want me to get you a new one and bring it over?”
“No, no! I have new towels here! How long are you going to dawdle?” Lin Qianwei was mortified and threatened, “If you don’t leave, I’ll splash you with water!”
Ji Yunxiao barely held back a laugh, cleared her throat, and said, “I’m going, I’m going now.”
Even after leaving, Ji Yunxiao was still a little dazed.
Her steps felt light, her whole body floating, and she couldn’t help but wear a faint smile.
Her wife’s lips were so soft.
Ji Yunxiao thought, soft and sweet was probably the best way to describe her wife.
When could she kiss her again?
Ji Yunxiao was full of anticipation, still a bit out of it as she leaned back on the sofa.
It wasn’t until her phone rang over and over that she finally snapped out of it.
She composed herself, pulled her wandering gaze back, and said seriously, “What is it?”
By the time the call ended, more than ten minutes had passed, and Lin Qianwei still hadn’t come out.
Ji Yunxiao thought for a moment, then went to the kitchen.
She slapped some mint leaves awake, cut up a lime, put them in a glass with ice, poured in rum and soda water, squeezed in some lemon juice, and made two simple mojitos.
Ji Yunxiao carried the two mojitos to the bathroom door, planning to hand one to Lin Qianwei when she came out.
But she stood there for several minutes and Lin Qianwei still didn’t come out.
Was she still showering?
Ji Yunxiao thought about it and realized standing there was a bit silly, so she put the glasses down and sat back down nearby.
She needed to calm down.
It was just a kiss with her wife—why was she so excited?
But her wife’s lips really were so soft, and there was still the taste of that fruit drink between her lips and teeth—grape, green grape, and lemon.
It was the fruit drink she’d made for Lin Qianwei herself.
She hadn’t tasted it after making it, but just now, in that steamy bathroom, she’d tasted it in another way.
It really was sweet.
Ji Yunxiao looked at the two mojitos and couldn’t help but think, if she coaxed Lin Qianwei into drinking them, would she later be able to taste the cool, fresh mint on Lin Qianwei’s tongue?
Ji Yunxiao drifted off again.
She didn’t know how long had passed, but the bathroom door was still tightly shut.
Still not done?
Could something have happened?
Ji Yunxiao suddenly stood up, worried, and knocked on the bathroom door.
No response from inside.
“Qianwei?”
“Lin Qianwei?”
She called several times, but there was still no answer.
Ji Yunxiao finally started to panic.
“Qianqian, don’t scare me…”
Ji Yunxiao thought of all sorts of bathroom accidents, her face turning pale.
She was about to break down the door when she finally heard a suppressed, muffled sound from inside.
“Mm…”
Ji Yunxiao: “Qianqian?”
Did she hear that right?
“You—can you stop being so annoying…” Lin Qianwei finally responded, but her voice was a little shaky.
Even though she tried to hide it, Ji Yunxiao still caught something unusual in her tone.
Ji Yunxiao pressed her tongue against her teeth, holding back a smile, and softened her voice, saying through the door, “Want me to help you?”
“Get lost.”
In her panic, Lin Qianwei almost cursed.
Ji Yunxiao turned around, leaning against the wall, and said, “Alright, one more word and I’ll leave.”
It was quiet inside, not a sound.
In that silence, Ji Yunxiao said, “I love you.”
Steam drifted out through the crack under the door, carrying with it a faint, muffled sound and a kind of allure that, though unseen, was easy to imagine.
Ji Yunxiao got up and left.
You can’t be too greedy, or push your luck.
She had to give Lin Qianwei some space.
After all, her beautiful wife was just too easy to embarrass.
While she was waiting, little Lin Youran sent her another video call.
Ji Yunxiao answered the video and coaxed the child for a while, making the adorable little girl on the other end, who looked like a snowball, burst into laughter.
It was at this moment that Lin Qianwei came out.
She knew Ji Yunxiao was on a video call, but she didn’t care.
Thinking about what had just happened made her both shy and annoyed, so she threw the towel she’d brought out right at Ji Yunxiao.
Ji Yunxiao noticed her obviously unsteady steps, her eyes darkening.
On the other end, Lin Youran didn’t get a response, so she waved her arm and called out, “Xiaoxiao-jiejie! Xiaoxiao-jiejie!”
“Ah,” Ji Yunxiao took the towel, forcing her gaze back to the screen, and chuckled, “Your aunt is throwing a tantrum at me.”
Lin Youran pouted, “Why is Auntie mad at you?”
“Probably because I made her angry?” Ji Yunxiao said, “How about you help me cheer her up, Youran?”
Lin Youran wasn’t too willing, but she’d already promised Ji Yunxiao, so she put on a smile and called out to Lin Qianwei, “Auntie! Don’t be mad, I’m here to cheer you up!”
Lin Qianwei froze.
She couldn’t even remember how long it had been since she’d seen Lin Youran so lively and full of smiles.
Seeing Lin Qianwei still in a daze, Ji Yunxiao laughed and reminded her, “Your niece is talking to you, you should answer her.”
This time, Lin Qianwei straightened her pajamas, sat up properly, and greeted Lin Youran in the video, “Hello.”
Ji Yunxiao couldn’t help but laugh.
She shook her head and reminded her, “You don’t have to be so formal when talking to your own kid.”
“Oh,” Lin Qianwei smoothed her hair, still sitting up straight, and asked a bit awkwardly, “Youran, have you eaten?”
Lin Youran nodded obediently and replied, “I have.”
Lin Qianwei’s tone was cold, “Oh.”
Ji Yunxiao noticed that Lin Qianwei really didn’t know how to talk to kids.
With that attitude and tone, it was no wonder Lin Youran used to think Lin Qianwei didn’t like her.
Thinking this, Ji Yunxiao reached out, planning to pull Lin Qianwei over to sit on the sofa.
But Lin Qianwei’s waist and legs were already sore and weak, so when Ji Yunxiao pulled her, she couldn’t keep her balance and fell right into Ji Yunxiao’s arms.
With a warm, soft beauty in her arms, Ji Yunxiao felt a little tipsy herself.
The video was still on, and seeing them hugging, Lin Youran on the other end, sucking on a lollipop, asked innocently and curiously, “Is Auntie and Xiaoxiao-jiejie being lovey-dovey?”
