PSMD – Chapter 8

Qiu Yang didn’t have any personal experience with romantic encounters, but she had read descriptions in novels. One memorable encounter plot involved a group camping in the mountains; two people were lying together, initially talking about life and looking at the sky with everyone else, and the next second, they were kissing.

She forgot when she read it, but she remembered how she felt at the time—

Speechless.

The two people had just met, there was no emotional connection, and that intense kiss and what followed were just due to hormones.

In Qiu Yang’s view, kissing wasn’t something you should do casually with just anyone.

You needed to like each other, to be on the same page.

But her few kissing experiences so far hadn’t been good, because Tao Sixian was impatient, calling it quits after a few seconds, then turning around and saying, “I hope our connection is on a spiritual level,” accompanied by a slightly displeased expression. Qiu Yang never did that with her again.

Therefore, Qiu Yang had never experienced a proper, beautiful kiss.

She didn’t think she was a sheep, but she didn’t think she was a tiger either.

Her comment about a “paper tiger” described both Shen Ningruo and herself.

After kissing Shen Ningruo, she felt a bit lost about what to do.

She had only known Shen Ningruo for half a day. Besides knowing her name and gender, she knew nothing else about her.

Their relationship was that of strangers.

Yet they were doing something intimate.

But, but…

Hadn’t she already made up her mind?

Qiu Yang’s eyelashes trembled slightly. After two moments of hesitation, she tentatively parted her lips and slowly extended the tip of her tongue to lick Shen Ningruo’s lips.

Shen Ningruo’s body tensed up. She felt it and, pushing her luck, licked again.

Shen Ningruo swallowed. In the dim light, she quietly opened her eyes, but couldn’t see anything clearly.

Their breaths mingled, indistinguishable from each other.

No one knew where the movie was in its playback; it had become a genuine background. Even the eerie background music was ignored, as if automatically blocked out.

Qiu Yang moved forward a step.

She pushed the tip of her tongue forward until it entered Shen Ningruo’s mouth.

At that moment, Tao Sixian’s image popped into her mind, and Qiu Yang’s eyes couldn’t help but feel warm.

She remembered Tao Sixian telling her during their breakup: “Yangyang, I’m sorry, I just feel that sex and love are two different things. I love you, but I don’t want to have sex with you…”

How honest, Tao Sixian.

Qiu Yang was so angry she laughed at the time.

There were always some people in this world who made mistakes but didn’t think they had a problem. Instead, they would find some high-sounding reasons to excuse themselves.

But doing something wrong was doing something wrong, and it wasn’t that easy to whitewash.

She had been in a relationship with Tao Sixian for three years, and there were many happy moments during that time, but what did that matter?

Qiu Yang felt a bit upset thinking about it, but her thoughts were quickly pulled back.

Because Shen Ningruo responded to her.

As if displeased by her distraction, Shen Ningruo gently bit the tip of her tongue, forcing her back to reality, and then touched her tongue again as if to soothe her.

Soft, wet, and sweet.

Shen Ningruo was a little surprised, and also a little hooked. Like flicking Qiu Yang’s ear, she found it hard to stop.

Shen Ningruo wasn’t experienced; on the contrary, she had little experience.

She had been in two relationships in total. The first was during her adolescence at seventeen. She genuinely liked that clean-cut boy in the white shirt back then, but she caught him kissing another girl in the alley outside the school gate behind her back.

They were kissing passionately and lost in the moment. Soon, two buttons on the boy’s white shirt were undone, and the girl was buried in his neck.

So, a shirt buttoned so tightly could be undone so easily.

Shen Ningruo watched this scene calmly from the alley entrance until her eyes met the boy’s. She curled her lips, scoffed, and turned to leave.

When they broke up, the boy didn’t think he had done anything wrong. Instead, he accused her: “Shen Ningruo, I didn’t have any fun dating you. You wouldn’t let me hug or kiss you. Even when I wanted to hold your hand, you’d make me improve my grades by so many ranks before you’d let me.”

“Just because you have good grades doesn’t make you great!”

He was exasperated, as if he was the one who was wronged.

Shen Ningruo calmly uttered one word: “Get lost.”

That was her first love, which started out well but ended badly.

No, the ending wasn’t bad either. Yao Yao brought the guy to her the next day, and he was sniffling and crying, saying, “I was wrong.”

As for the last relationship, it was even more unpleasant.

The day she dumped him, the man lost control of his expression and cursed at her: “No matter how good-looking you are, you’re still an old virgin.”

Old virgin.

Heh.

Therefore, this was Shen Ningruo’s first kiss, and the person was Qiu Yang.

Qiu Yang still carried a faint scent of shower gel, like oranges, which smelled very nice.

But what intoxicated Shen Ningruo more was Qiu Yang’s tongue. It was true she was inexperienced, but she could explore.

Gradually, she learned to take the lead and adjust her breathing.

Qiu Yang’s hand resting on Shen Ningruo’s shoulder changed position, moving to the back of Shen Ningruo’s head, then slowly tightening until her arm was wrapped around Shen Ningruo’s neck.

Both their minds went blank, or rather, they got back on track. No one was distracted anymore; they were both focused on kissing and feeling.

Their bodies pressed closer and closer.

Their breaths became more and more ragged.

The sofa in the room was a bit small, more than enough for two people to sit, but only big enough for most of one person to lie down.

Shen Ningruo’s hands were initially propped on either side. After who knows how long, they moved to Qiu Yang’s waist. She didn’t know what to do anymore, but her body had instincts, and her hands had a mind of their own.

The atmosphere continued to heat up.

The moment Qiu Yang’s hem was lifted, Shen Ningruo’s mouth also separated from Qiu Yang’s.

But it didn’t stop; it went elsewhere.

She stayed close to Qiu Yang’s lips, slowly moving her mouth downwards.

Passing over Qiu Yang’s chin, then brushing past Qiu Yang’s jawline, finally pressing her soft lips against Qiu Yang’s neck, which she found very smooth.

At the same time, her hands weren’t idle, exploring as if searching for treasure.

Qiu Yang felt like she was losing her mind.

Her face was buried in Shen Ningruo’s shoulder, and her state of sobriety was slowly leaving her.

She was certain that she and Shen Ningruo had no feelings for each other now, and wouldn’t later, because this was just a romantic encounter started by hormones.

But right now, she really…

All the sensations surged up, shooting straight to her head and flowing into her bloodstream.

“To the bed…” Qiu Yang spoke with difficulty, her voice as low as it could be.

Shen Ningruo turned back to kiss her, humming an “mm” through her nose.

The sofa was very close to the bed, perhaps only a step or two away.

The kiss continued, but moving was a bit inconvenient. Shen Ningruo held Qiu Yang’s waist, and their legs occasionally touched, immediately stirring up a huge storm.

In a few seconds, Qiu Yang’s back was against the duvet.

Shen Ningruo kissed her again, her voice a little hoarse: “Qiu Yang.”

Qiu Yang opened her eyes. Before the other person could ask, she spoke: “No regrets.”

“Okay.”

The duvet and pillows were very soft, with a slight scent of laundry detergent.

The window seemed to be open; the wind rustled the curtains, witnessing everything happening inside.

She didn’t know when her pajamas were discarded on the floor, or when the movie finished playing. The projector screen had returned to the main interface.

When they fell asleep, they didn’t know what time it was, only that they were utterly exhausted, much more tired than after a full day of traveling.

The sun rose again, sunlight streaming through the glass window into the room.

Qiu Yang was woken by the sun. Her eyelashes twitched first before she opened her eyes.

In just two seconds, she remembered everything.

She was calm, without any particular feelings.

Shen Ningruo’s breathing was steady and even; she didn’t seem to be waking up yet.

Qiu Yang pursed her lips, looking at the strands of hair scattered across her forehead. After much hesitation, she still didn’t brush them away for her.

Forget it, Qiu Yang thought.

She didn’t want to make eye contact with Shen Ningruo at a time like this.

She lightened her movements, lifted the duvet, and put on the pajama top and bottoms that had fallen to the floor.

The projector had automatically turned off, and the wall was back to its clean white appearance.

Shen Ningruo was still asleep. Qiu Yang tiptoed to open the door.

Just her luck, as soon as she stepped out, she ran into Zhao Mingfen and Wu Xiaoqiong returning from breakfast.

Seeing her come out of Shen Ningruo’s room, both aunties were a bit confused.

Wu Xiaoqiong scratched the back of her head: “Xiao Qiu, isn’t your room across the hall?”

Qiu Yang remained calm on the surface: “It is.”

“Then you…” Zhao Mingfen glanced at Shen Ningruo’s door, not asking the rest of the question, but they both knew what she meant.

Qiu Yang found an excuse: “I just went to ask her something.”

“Have you eaten breakfast?” Wu Xiaoqiong asked again.

Qiu Yang shook her head: “Not yet, I’m just about to go.”

There were quite a few people in the corridor now, most of them getting up to eat breakfast or just returning after eating.

Qiu Yang didn’t wait for the two aunties to speak again. She said, “Aunties, I’ll go back to my room first.”

“Go on.”

As soon as the door closed, Qiu Yang leaned her back against it.

She finally became completely sober.

Although everything was voluntary, she still felt a bit absurd.

This was the most outrageous thing she had ever done in her life.

She let out a deep breath and went to the bathroom.

Fortunately, there were no marks left on her body. Otherwise, if there was a hickey on her neck, it would be obvious at a glance.

After drying her hair, Qiu Yang changed her clothes.

She was hungry. There were many small restaurants around the guesthouse.

She pulled out her room card again and went out.

She looked at Shen Ningruo’s room number, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally left without knocking.

However, when she returned, she bought a bowl of porridge.

She had eaten the other person’s bread and milk last night, which was probably meant for breakfast, so she should compensate.

She didn’t want to owe anyone.

Shen Ningruo opened the door, looking listless.

Qiu Yang handed her the bag: “Porridge.”

“Xiao Yang,” Shen Ningruo called her, lowering her voice slightly, and smiled, “I thought you slept and ran off.”