PSMD – Chapter 12

Qiu Yang had come to a realization. Now that she saw Shen Ningruo every day, and especially since she was using Shen Ningruo to distract herself, her attitude really couldn’t be too cold.

But it couldn’t be too enthusiastic either; she just needed to maintain a balance.

Thinking about Shen Ningruo getting angry that afternoon, Qiu Yang pondered for a long time before deciding to take the initiative. It wasn’t until she heard movement outside, with Zhao Mingfen and Wu Xiaoqiong’s voices drifting in through the gap under the door, that Qiu Yang adjusted her mindset and opened the door.

She hadn’t expected Shen Ningruo to lift her up and sit her on the cabinet.

Qiu Yang had never thought of this position before, but she had to admit that with Shen Ningruo standing in front of her like this, she could see her beautiful, slightly sharp features more directly.

Outside the window, the sunset glow was brilliant, and the room was also bathed in a warm yellow light.

In this light, Shen Ningruo looked very gentle, her dark eyes seeming to reflect Qiu Yang’s own image.

They hadn’t known each other for long, but Qiu Yang clearly realized one thing.

She wasn’t resistant to being close to Shen Ningruo.

Whether it was kissing or more intimate things, she wasn’t resistant.

This struck her as strange, but she quickly adapted because it was a good thing; she could be more invested.

For example, when she was kissing Shen Ningruo now, everything around them seemed to be blocked out.

Compared to the awkwardness when they first started kissing last night, they were much more comfortable now, and the kiss became increasingly passionate.

There were people walking outside the door again, and another wave of laughter and chatter rose.

Qiu Yang’s T-shirt was quite loose. Shen Ningruo’s hand, which had been on her waist, was no longer separated by clothing, slowly moving to cover her skin.

Qiu Yang’s breath hitched, and her movements paused. Shen Ningruo took the opportunity to withdraw her tongue, then licked and nibbled at Qiu Yang’s lips, her voice spilling out from between their mouths: “Xiao Yang…”

Qiu Yang didn’t respond. Her eyes were closed, and the image in her mind was Shen Ningruo’s hand reaching behind her back.

Unhooking a bra with one hand wasn’t difficult, and soon her bra was loose.

Shen Ningruo pushed her tongue back into Qiu Yang’s mouth. As if punishing Qiu Yang’s silence just now, this time it was somewhat dominant and forceful, and her hands moved forward again until she heard Qiu Yang’s soft moan.

Her breathing grew heavier.

The position of her palm changed again.

Qiu Yang’s breathing lost all regularity. Their lips had separated, but Shen Ningruo had only changed position. She kissed Qiu Yang’s chin again before lifting her eyelids to look at Qiu Yang’s expression.

Qiu Yang’s eyelashes were very long, now tightly closed, only occasionally trembling slightly with Shen Ningruo’s movements, as if beyond her control.

Qiu Yang’s lips were moist, not completely closed, but slightly parted, allowing a glimpse of the pink tip of her tongue inside.

Shen Ningruo’s throat bobbed again. She leaned in once more, licked Qiu Yang’s lips, and then without pause, lifted Qiu Yang’s shirt from the front and ducked her head inside.

The T-shirt was truly loose. Qiu Yang’s figure was slender, and it accentuated her curves even when standing.

Qiu Yang flinched back slightly, her hands dropping from Shen Ningruo’s neck to support herself on either side.

She opened her eyes and looked at the scene in the full-length mirror opposite the cabinet.

Nothing was exposed outside.

Every sensation rushed over her.

Qiu Yang tried hard to steady her breathing, but it was no use.

Before last night, she had never been treated like this. Today was only the second day, and she hadn’t fully adapted yet, but she had to admit, it felt very good. It was as if her rationality was controlled by Shen Ningruo.

She didn’t know how much time had passed. Shen Ningruo lifted Qiu Yang down from the cabinet, letting her lean against her—

Because Qiu Yang’s legs were weak and had no strength.

“You haven’t showered yet,” Shen Ningruo kissed her earlobe, chuckling softly. “I’ll make it up to you tonight, okay?”

This was blatant teasing.

Qiu Yang was regaining her strength and didn’t answer Shen Ningruo. Her voice was a little strained: “I need to use the restroom.”

After saying that, she no longer leaned on Shen Ningruo and stood up on her own.

Shen Ningruo didn’t stop her: “Okay.”

Her voice ended on a rising note again: “If you really don’t have the strength, I can help you.”

Qiu Yang couldn’t help but give her a glare before going into the restroom.

Shen Ningruo was in a great mood. After seeing the door close, she turned around and noticed the mirror nearby.

Her attention had been entirely on Qiu Yang, and she had completely overlooked the mirror. Now, looking at it, she couldn’t help but blush slightly, wondering if Qiu Yang had seen their scene just now.

Thinking this, Shen Ningruo sat down on the sofa.

Qiu Yang’s DSLR camera lay quietly on the coffee table. She glanced at the brand, then walked to the window and stood there.

Not much time had passed, but the sky outside had darkened considerably.

Shen Ningruo blinked, and couldn’t help but start thinking about her and Qiu Yang’s situation.

Undoubtedly, she had a sexual attraction to Qiu Yang. If she hadn’t needed to shower, she definitely wouldn’t have stopped just now.

But what puzzled her was that she had only known Qiu Yang for one day. Was this reasonable?

She didn’t feel like she had fallen for Qiu Yang emotionally, or even more exaggeratedly, fallen in love with Qiu Yang.

No, that wasn’t right. She did like “getting on top of” Qiu Yang. Being intimately entangled with Qiu Yang without reservation was something she found very beautiful.

It was just that emotionally, she didn’t have any extra feelings for Qiu Yang. The sulking she did in the afternoon and the “missing” she wanted to say were mostly driven by hormones, and the ultimate reason for this…

Shen Ningruo pursed her lips.

She was twenty-eight this year. Having some needs was perfectly normal.

Qiu Yang came out of the restroom after a few minutes. Her expression was calm again, and she had re-buttoned the back of her shirt, as if nothing had happened.

Shen Ningruo turned around when she heard the movement, her eyes curved in a smile, and asked with concern, “Are you okay?”

She remembered the slippery wetness she had felt on her fingertips and palm last night.

Qiu Yang exhaled softly: “I’m hungry.”

“Okay.”

“Let’s go out to eat.”

Shen Ningruo had already started saying “we,” at least for these seven days, she and Qiu Yang were “we.”

Qiu Yang hummed in agreement, picked up her DSLR: “Let’s go.”

Xicheng’s night view was beautiful; she wanted to take some photos.

The two left the room one after the other. There were few people in the corridor now. They walked down from the guesthouse.

They were walking side-by-side, occasionally bumping into each other.

Qiu Yang held up her camera, pressing the shutter whenever she saw a scene she wanted to capture.

After walking a short distance, she stopped again, aiming her lens at a bird on an eave.

Shen Ningruo watched her being so serious, and she didn’t know what she was thinking, but she opened the camera on her phone and aimed it at Qiu Yang.

But she forgot to turn off the sound. The moment she took the picture, Qiu Yang turned her head: “You’re taking a candid photo of me.”

“Only you are allowed to take photos of me, but I can’t take photos of you?” Shen Ningruo took another picture, finally satisfied, and stopped.

Qiu Yang felt a little guilty; she had indeed taken photos of Shen Ningruo yesterday afternoon.

So she didn’t pursue it further: “Let’s go.”

“Let’s eat rice noodles.”

Shen Ningruo was startled, then heard Qiu Yang say again: “I actually really like eating rice noodles. If you don’t like it, you can order something else.”

“No…” Shen Ningruo paused. “Does someone else like it?”

Qiu Yang gave her a strange look, her tone flat: “Am I calling someone else?”