PSMD – Chapter 39

-What’s wrong? Are you afraid a cat will be watching when we’re naked?

This thought popped into her head, and Qiu Yang finally knew what felt off.

Shen Ningruo didn’t notice her strangeness. Her knees were on the sofa, and her waist bent down with them.

Qiu Yang propped a cushion under her chin, her elbows slightly supporting her body so her entire weight didn’t sink down.

Pingzi tilted its head to the side. Qiu Yang met its gaze, and the weird feeling in her heart grew stronger.

“I…” Shen Ningruo cleared her throat. “I haven’t massaged anyone else before, so my technique might not be great. Please bear with me.”

Hearing her say this, Qiu Yang couldn’t help but turn her head back to look at Shen Ningruo. She saw Shen Ningruo’s somewhat flustered expression, thought for two seconds, and asked, “Then why were you so bossy just now?”

It was as if she had just realized she had been ordered around.

“You should be grateful,” Shen Ningruo stiffened her neck, reaching out her hand first so Qiu Yang couldn’t see her. “You’re the first.”

Qiu Yang looked at Pingzi, who hadn’t moved from its spot. “Xiao Pingzi, remember to save me later.”

Pingzi: “Meow.”

Shen Ningruo chuckled softly, looking at the back of Qiu Yang’s head. Her hair was casually spread out, and she could see a small area of Qiu Yang’s nape, which looked even whiter against the black hair.

Qiu Yang was on the thin side, and this posture outlined her shoulder blades through her pajamas. Shen Ningruo’s gaze followed downwards, finally resting on Qiu Yang’s waist hidden beneath the pajamas.

Every part of Qiu Yang’s body had been in contact with hers; she still remembered the feeling.

“I’ll start now.”

“Okay.”

Only after getting a response did Shen Ningruo lift the hem of Qiu Yang’s pajamas, revealing a patch of smooth, delicate skin.

She had no impure thoughts, but she was still a little hesitant.

Just as she said, this was her first time massaging someone, with no experience at all, and the person in front of her was Qiu Yang.

She couldn’t help but feel some psychological pressure.

What if she didn’t relieve Qiu Yang’s backache but made her even more uncomfortable?

But it was too late to regret. It was she who insisted on massaging Qiu Yang’s waist.

Qiu Yang closed her eyes. After her pajamas were lifted, she could clearly feel the difference in temperature.

It was already late March, and the room was a bit cold, but the temperature was just right for Qiu Yang, so she hadn’t turned on the air conditioning.

But that was when she was wearing clothes.

However, she didn’t have time to think more, because within a few seconds, Shen Ningruo’s hand was placed on her back.

Shen Ningruo tended to have cold hands, and they were quite cool now. The moment she touched Qiu Yang, she clearly felt Qiu Yang shiver slightly.

“Did I make you cold?” Shen Ningruo asked softly.

“Just for a second.”

“It’s fine now.”

“You…”

Qiu Yang paused, then continued, “Go ahead.”

Shen Ningruo seemed encouraged. Her fingers and palms began to rub Qiu Yang’s waist in a practiced manner.

Qiu Yang’s waist was slender and soft, and when she lay down, her dimples of Venus were clearly visible.

For a few moments, Shen Ningruo felt like she was going to knead Qiu Yang’s waist to pieces.

But massaging required strength. Shen Ningruo didn’t know how well she was controlling the pressure, but as time went on, she felt she had found the knack and became more comfortable, her nervousness disappearing.

“Is it okay?” Shen Ningruo asked.

Qiu Yang was completely sprawled on the sofa, her body much more relaxed. Shen Ningruo’s question made her eyelids flutter open for a moment, then close again, responding with a sound from her nose: “Mm.”

Pingzi had moved and was standing on the backrest of the sofa, looking at Shen Ningruo one moment and Qiu Yang’s waist the next.

Shen Ningruo met its gaze several times, so she asked Qiu Yang again, “Xiao Pingzi has been watching me for a long time. Does it think I’m…” She paused, choosing her words carefully, “bullying you?”

“No.”

“I didn’t scream.”

As soon as she said this, both of them fell silent.

Because they had thought of the same thing.

A smile appeared in Shen Ningruo’s eyes, and her hand paused. She reached forward again and brushed Qiu Yang’s hair aside.

Sure enough, Qiu Yang’s ears turned pink again.

Qiu Yang: “…”

Qiu Yang tilted her head, pressing down the side where her hair had been lifted, and didn’t say anything.

Shen Ningruo continued to massage her, but couldn’t help but tease, “You blush so easily.”

“Didn’t say anything, did I?”

“If you didn’t say anything, does that mean you didn’t think of it?” Qiu Yang retorted. “My brain has its own ideas.”

“Department Head Qiu.”

“You’re mistaken. My brain doesn’t have its own ideas. I didn’t think of anything.”

“Some people, with impure thoughts, want to drag me down with them.”

Qiu Yang, the one with impure thoughts, snorted coldly and stopped arguing with Shen Ningruo. How could she have forgotten that Shen Ningruo was always best at being shameless and talking nonsense?

The atmosphere was silent for a while before Qiu Yang spoke, “Okay.”

“It doesn’t ache anymore.”

Shen Ningruo didn’t stop, though. “Really?”

“Mm.”

The surface of Qiu Yang’s lower back skin had changed color from being massaged for a while. Shen Ningruo still had no impure thoughts. She withdrew her gaze and pulled down the clothes she had lifted.

Qiu Yang’s body relaxed. After being massaged by Shen Ningruo for so long, sleepiness actually came over her.

She rolled over and yawned, her eyes misted over.

“Then be careful on your way back,” Qiu Yang sat up, casually scooped up Pingzi, and held it in her arms.

Qiu Yang realized that their current interaction was more comfortable than before.

Shen Ningruo sat on the sofa, more than a meter away from Qiu Yang, watching Qiu Yang’s smooth movement of holding Pingzi, and her eyebrows lowered slightly.

“Don’t I get paid?” Shen Ningruo licked her lips.

Qiu Yang had anticipated this. “Director Shen, before you ordered me to lie down, we didn’t discuss payment.”

Shen Ningruo met Qiu Yang’s gaze. Having gotten used to being thick-skinned around Qiu Yang, she was already accustomed to this version of herself.

So she smiled. “It’s not too late to discuss it now, is it?”

Qiu Yang’s heart softened. Shen Ningruo had come all this way to bring her medicine and massaged her for a while. Giving her payment was only right.

“Then…”

“Haven’t you had dinner yet?”

“Shall I cook you dinner?”

Shen Ningruo refused. “Not hungry.”

Qiu Yang squeezed Pingzi’s paw and spoke hesitantly, “…Massaging me doesn’t need to escalate to sleeping with me, does it?”

She was afraid of being taken advantage of by Shen Ningruo again.

The memory of being kissed secretly and then almost being slept with was too deep.

“Of course not.”

Shen Ningruo said, moving a little closer to Qiu Yang, until they were only about a person’s width apart.

“I’ll allow you to steal a kiss from me,” Shen Ningruo closed her eyelids, looking righteous.

As if letting Qiu Yang kiss her was an act of charity.

Qiu Yang pursed her lips, hesitating, when she saw Shen Ningruo open her eyes again, look at Pingzi, and then politely ask, “Can this fatty go somewhere else?”

Pingzi, now called Fatty: …

It meowed again, a little displeased, but Qiu Yang patted its head, and it went down on its own.

Who are you calling fat?

Pingzi was annoyed and meowed again before strutting into the bedroom.

“Very sensible,” Shen Ningruo was very satisfied. She sat up straighter, placed her hands on her knees, glanced at Qiu Yang, then consciously closed her eyes again, waiting.

What kind of stolen kiss was this?

Qiu Yang grumbled inwardly but still leaned closer.

As long as Shen Ningruo didn’t open her eyes, her face lost some of its sharpness and gained a bit of softness, but it was still bright and beautiful.

Qiu Yang hadn’t observed Shen Ningruo like this before and only now noticed a faint mole between Shen Ningruo’s left eyebrows.

It was very faint; she hadn’t noticed it before.

Qiu Yang’s eyelashes drooped, and she moved a little closer. First, she raised her hand and stroked Shen Ningruo’s eyebrow, then her fingertip followed downwards, touching Shen Ningruo’s eyelashes.

Shen Ningruo didn’t speak, but she clearly felt her heart rate accelerate.

Qiu Yang’s fingertip was warm, her movements very light, tracing down her nose bridge, and finally tapping her lips.

Shen Ningruo couldn’t hold back, but Qiu Yang spoke first. “I’m going to steal a kiss from you. Are you ready?”

Before Shen Ningruo could answer, the next second, Qiu Yang put her hand on her shoulder, her lips came closer, and touched hers.

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