PSMD – Chapter 29

Shen Ningruo had seriously considered it. One of the reasons she had such a strong reaction to Qiu Yang was because Qiu Yang herself was very alluring.

Qiu Yang was truly like a little lamb, very well-behaved. So far, Qiu Yang hadn’t gotten seriously angry about anything, but she wasn’t completely lifeless either. Occasionally, she would frown unhappily and even talk back to her, which only made Shen Ningruo find Qiu Yang more adorable.

After returning, Shen Ningruo often recalled the day they first met, when Qiu Yang, after barely exchanging a few words with her, asked, “Are you trying to pick me up?”

It was enough to make her smile every time she thought about it. Although Shen Ningruo absolutely didn’t have that intention at the time, seeing Qiu Yang ask so seriously, she answered along with the flow of the conversation as if possessed.

Thinking back now, if she hadn’t answered that way and had denied it, she definitely wouldn’t have had such intimate contact with Qiu Yang.

And the little lamb, currently nervous, remained motionless after being approached by the “villain,” clearly not adapting quickly.

Shen Ningruo was very pleased with her reaction. She chuckled softly and, without much hesitation, extended the tip of her tongue to lick Qiu Yang’s slightly moist lower lip.

The water itself had no taste, but now it tasted slightly sweet.

The sweetness traveled from the tip of her tongue inward, reaching Shen Ningruo’s entire body, flowing into her blood, and quickly arousing her.

But how would a “villain” know the meaning of “satisfaction”? This time, she went a little further, moving the tip of her tongue forward to pry open the “little lamb’s” lips, which weren’t tightly guarded to begin with.

Qiu Yang was still holding the water bottle. She was momentarily stunned by Shen Ningruo’s closeness but didn’t resist.

In fact, she knew very well that she had never resisted physical interaction with Shen Ningruo.

Qiu Yang eventually found an opportunity to place the water bottle on the coffee table. Shen Ningruo’s tongue had already entered and was entwining with hers. Qiu Yang wasn’t unresponsive; she even had some clarity left—

She was worried that Shen Ningruo would again say that she had initiated fewer kisses and needed to make up for it.

Thinking this, Qiu Yang didn’t want to be passive anymore.

Shen Ningruo was sitting to her left. The sofa was soft and of high quality. Her mind worked quickly. She immediately placed her left hand on the back of Shen Ningruo’s head. Her palm felt the soft texture of Shen Ningruo’s hair. Her eyelashes trembled again, and she couldn’t help but press the person down.

The kiss continued, their breaths mingling indistinguishably.

Qiu Yang pressed Shen Ningruo onto the sofa, cupping Shen Ningruo’s jaw with her right hand, and firmly pushed Shen Ningruo’s tongue back, shifting the “battleground” into Shen Ningruo’s mouth.

Rarely this assertive, she gradually deepened the kiss. The pad of her thumb gently stroked the skin of Shen Ningruo’s jaw, and the movements inside her mouth also became tender.

How strange.

They weren’t lovers who had confessed their feelings, yet they could share such an intimate kiss.

Shen Ningruo’s hands clung to Qiu Yang’s slender shoulders. Qiu Yang’s hair occasionally brushed against her face and neck, feeling a little ticklish.

But what was more ticklish was her heart, as if those strands of hair were scratching it, making her almost lose control again and again.

Shen Ningruo couldn’t quite bear it. She could also clearly feel her body’s reaction. So, she ended the kiss, turning her head slightly to look at the water bottle on the coffee table. Her breathing was erratic; she needed to recover.

Qiu Yang’s eyes opened the moment Shen Ningruo pulled away. She lowered her gaze and saw Shen Ningruo, whom she was pressing down.

Shen Ningruo’s lips were also glistening, like a bouncy jelly.

“Still thirsty?” Qiu Yang couldn’t help but ask, then lowered her head again and kissed the corner of Shen Ningruo’s lips.

Putting everything else aside.

Their “bed partner” relationship was actually quite harmonious.

Shen Ningruo glanced at Qiu Yang out of the corner of her eye. The little lamb, who had been nervous just moments ago, now had a hint of a smile in her eyes, as if mocking her.

She licked her lips, cleared her throat, and then changed the subject back to what they were discussing before: “I’m hungry.”

“We haven’t ordered takeout yet.”

Qiu Yang sat up, no longer pressing down on Shen Ningruo. She picked up her phone, staring at the computer screen. “I’ll order.”

She said, looking at Shen Ningruo, her dimples showing. “Why don’t you go take care of things in the bathroom first?”

She didn’t know much about Shen Ningruo, but she could tell from her expression just now that it wasn’t just her lips that were wet.

Even if Shen Ningruo had indeed been on the bottom fewer times before, that didn’t mean Shen Ningruo’s “paper tiger” status had suddenly transformed into a big bad wolf.

Shen Ningruo had also sat up. Hearing this, she turned her gaze back, meeting Qiu Yang’s eyes, but her lips moved, and in the end, only one word came out: “Okay.”

Qiu Yang was right; she should go to the bathroom to take care of things, otherwise, the sticky feeling was a bit uncomfortable.

Only after Shen Ningruo entered the bathroom did Qiu Yang let out a long breath.

She pursed her lips, still feeling Shen Ningruo’s warmth on them. She turned her head to look out the floor-to-ceiling window and only then noticed that the sky had unknowingly been enveloped in darkness. The lights of the cars driving on the road also blurred due to the distance.

She watched for a few seconds before starting to browse the takeout app.

Shen Ningruo came out of the bathroom, her expression normal, having returned to her confident demeanor. Seeing Qiu Yang look up at her, she met her gaze and asked, “Did you order?”

“Yes.”

“Just finished ordering.”

Qiu Yang said, placing her phone on the coffee table and tilting her chin towards the floor-to-ceiling window. “How about you enjoy the night view tonight?”

Shen Ningruo: “… “

Shen Ningruo: “You’re doing this on purpose, getting revenge on me.”

Shen Ningruo: “If I get pinned down on that, tomorrow’s headline will be about you and me falling to our deaths.”

Qiu Yang found her triple denial amusing. “Director Shen, I haven’t said anything yet.”

“Could it be that you want to be done that way?”

Given her relationship with Shen Ningruo, Qiu Yang didn’t hold back.

It was clearly more appropriate to discuss this openly.

“… ” Shen Ningruo felt she had been tricked.

However, Qiu Yang did have thoughts of revenge. She hadn’t succeeded in getting revenge that night in Xicheng, forcing Shen Ningruo into physical exertion, but not today.

“There’s a single sofa over there.”

“You sit on it.”

“Is that okay, Director Shen?”

Perhaps it was just her imagination, but Shen Ningruo felt there was a hint of gritted teeth when Qiu Yang addressed her that way.

There was indeed a single sofa nearby, but it could fit two people if they squeezed.

Shen Ningruo’s gaze fell upon it, and a yellow movie automatically played in her mind.

She couldn’t, she wouldn’t. If she got slept on that sofa, she would never book a room with floor-to-ceiling windows again.

Just like Qiu Yang feared the moon, she would fear floor-to-ceiling windows.

Qiu Yang watched her ever-changing expression, slowly stood up, walked over to her, and leaned in to kiss her chin. “I’m paying back my debt so seriously, won’t you agree?”

Shen Ningruo looked at her with heavy eyes. The little lamb before her now seemed possessed by some other fierce animal. On the surface, she looked harmless, but if you peeled back the layers, she was full of mischief.

To get her to agree, she even used a tactic she had never used before: acting cute.

Yet, she had no way to refuse.

Shen Ningruo’s throat bobbed, and she agreed, “Okay.”

Qiu Yang’s thoughts were actually very simple. She was still afraid Shen Ningruo would renege and later claim that their positions and postures weren’t equal.

So, of course, she had to be prepared.

She had thought a lot last night and felt it wasn’t strange that Shen Ningruo would come looking for her again.

Shen Ningruo was the type of person who didn’t like to lose out.

Back in Xicheng, when they were dividing time, she also demanded equality. So, wanting the number of times on the bottom to be the same was indeed something Shen Ningruo would do.

Having figured this out, Qiu Yang just wanted to cooperate well. Once the debt was paid, she would immediately cut ties with Shen Ningruo.

The takeout arrived quickly. Both of them ate relatively fast, then went to shower one after another.

There was only one bathroom, so showering simultaneously wasn’t very realistic right now.

After Qiu Yang finished drying her hair, she moved the single sofa about two meters away from the floor-to-ceiling window.

The room temperature was comfortable. Even if they were naked, it shouldn’t feel cold, right?

On the contrary, it would make them feel hotter.

Shen Ningruo came out wiping her hair and saw that Qiu Yang had already set up the “props” and was sitting on the single sofa with her back to her.

She was speechless for two seconds, then silently went to get her skincare products and entered the bathroom again.

While drying her hair and looking in the mirror, Shen Ningruo looked at herself in the reflection and began to feel conflicted.

If she was really slept with by Qiu Yang so smoothly these few times, what would happen afterward?

Her lips were tightly pressed together. By the time she finished drying her hair, she had already thought of a solution.

Qiu Yang was sitting on the sofa looking at her phone. She clicked on Tao Sixian’s Weibo and saw the wedding photos Tao Sixian had posted.

She had seen them once before on Moments. Looking at them again after more than ten days, there wasn’t much of a ripple in her heart, but to say she was completely calm wasn’t true either.

It hadn’t even been a month since her breakup, and there was still a long way to go from the six years she had envisioned.

It wouldn’t be forgotten that quickly; Qiu Yang was very clear about this.

She pressed back, took a deep breath, and saw Shen Ningruo come out and sit on the edge of the bed.

She shifted her attention and asked directly, “Shall we start?”

It was already almost eight o’clock. The sooner they finished, the better, so it wouldn’t affect their work tomorrow.

“Okay.” Shen Ningruo nodded.

Qiu Yang got up, took the light remote, and turned off many of the lights, leaving only one desk lamp on. “Is this light okay?”

“Turn them all off,” Shen Ningruo disagreed.

Qiu Yang naturally satisfied her request and turned off the desk lamp as well.

Since the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling window weren’t drawn, there was still faint light in the room after all the lights were off, allowing them to see each other’s blurry outlines.

Qiu Yang had already walked up to Shen Ningruo. She swallowed and spoke softly, “Then…” She thought about the process. “Let’s kiss first.”

Shen Ningruo didn’t say anything, so Qiu Yang took it as her agreement. She spread her legs and sat on Shen Ningruo’s thighs in a highly possessive posture, cupped Shen Ningruo’s face, and pressed her lips against hers.

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