In that faint bitterness of the medicinal scent, there was also a subtle, intoxicating fragrance. Paired with that exceedingly gentle kiss, it left one utterly entranced, unable to summon even the slightest resistance.
At this moment, Gu Qingyin clung tightly to Zhong Shujin’s back, as if grasping for dear life like a drowning person.
“Qingqing.” Taking advantage of a brief moment to catch her breath, Zhong Shujin teased, “You’re nervous.”
As their lips parted, a delicate silver thread stretched between them.
Before the thread could break, their lips met once again.
The fire within Gu Qingyin burned ever hotter, ignited by both Zhong Shujin’s kiss and her playful words. Her cheeks flushed, and she lacked the strength to push the other away. The only thing she could do in retaliation was bite down on the teasing tongue invading her mouth.
Zhong Shujin flinched from the pain, reluctantly pulling back a little, gazing at Gu Qingyin with a pitiful expression.
Finally able to catch her breath, Gu Qingyin took in a few deep gulps of air. Steadying herself, she turned her head away and said, “A-Jin, stop fooling around.”
But how could Zhong Shujin possibly admit that this was just playful teasing?
She lowered her head again, her thin lips brushing softly against Gu Qingyin’s cheek, trailing slowly towards her ear. Only then did she whisper, “Qingqing, how should I prove to you that I’m not just playing around?”
Her breath caressed Gu Qingyin’s ear, sending waves of heat through her.
That tantalizing touch stirred the flames in Gu Qingyin’s heart, making them impossible to suppress.
She inwardly regretted her earlier teasing—had she known this would happen, she wouldn’t have played such a game. Now that Zhong Shujin’s interest had been fully piqued, if she were to leave her hanging at the peak of excitement like before, what would she do?
However, before she could think further, Zhong Shujin had already untied her sash.
The movement of her sleeves stirred the cool night air, sending a shiver across her skin.
The chill sobered Gu Qingyin slightly. She shuddered, quickly propping herself up and pressing down on the hand at her waist, forcing herself to sit upright.
“Alright, alright, you can stop now. I won’t play around with you anymore.”
Though her tone sounded as composed as ever, the unsteady rise and fall of her chest betrayed the turmoil within Gu Qingyin’s heart.
Especially now, with her half-loosened clothing barely concealing her form, she looked even more enticing.
Zhong Shujin’s lips curled into a slow smile as her fingertips traced Gu Qingyin’s neck. With a teasing glint in her eyes, she murmured, “Qingqing, you’re feeling very warm right now, aren’t you?”
Before Gu Qingyin could respond, Zhong Shujin’s fingers began to slide down her neck, inch by inch.
Under normal circumstances, such a light touch might not have meant much. But with the lingering heat coursing through Gu Qingyin’s body, the sensation only sent waves of shivers through her.
Realizing the changes within herself, Gu Qingyin stiffened in shock, instinctively tightening her stomach in an attempt to suppress the sudden surge of warmth.
Yet, despite her efforts, she couldn’t stop the heat from spreading.
Her face burned with embarrassment, but just when she needed a moment to regain control, the person before her refused to grant her that reprieve.
Zhong Shujin’s fingertip brushed against the edge of her collar, hooking it with practiced ease. With a slight flick, she had already pulled open Gu Qingyin’s inner garment, revealing the embroidered dudou beneath.
The knot securing the back of the dudou had been loosened earlier by Zhong Shujin and had yet to be retied. If not for the fragile string still resting around her neck, that single tug would have left her completely exposed.
Even so, enough had already been revealed.
“Qingqing.”
Before Gu Qingyin could utter a word, Zhong Shujin settled herself in her lap, arms wrapped around her neck as she pressed close.
In a soft, coaxing voice, she murmured, “Hold me.”
Gu Qingyin froze.
“I’m cold. Hold me.”
No matter the time or place, Gu Qingyin could never refuse Zhong Shujin when she acted coquettishly.
Any request made in that soft, pleading tone always made her instinctively indulge herself.
Obediently, she wrapped her arms around Zhong Shujin’s waist, pulling them even closer together.
The consequence of such intimacy was that their already heated bodies only grew hotter.
Even through layers of fabric, Gu Qingyin could clearly feel the waves of warmth radiating from Zhong Shujin.
Surely, she wasn’t the only one feeling overheated right now.
“Your body is this hot, and yet you still say you’re cold?”
Hearing that slightly hoarse yet forcibly calm voice, Zhong Shujin couldn’t help but chuckle.
She tightened her embrace, pressing her cheek against Gu Qingyin’s ear as she whispered intimately, “Mm, I do feel a little warm, but I still feel a bit cold too. Maybe it’s because I haven’t fully recovered from my illness.”
Gu Qingyin liked this kind of closeness—the tender, lingering touch.
But at that moment, such intimate contact left her flustered.
Hurriedly, she freed one hand and cupped the back of Zhong Shujin’s head, preventing her from moving any further. Only then did she manage to find her voice. “Then shouldn’t you be following the doctor’s orders? Get under the covers and rest properly.”
Zhong Shujin only smiled without answering.
Silently, she loosened the knot at the back of Gu Qingyin’s neck before pulling away slightly, her lips curling into a playful smirk as she gazed at her.
“I am following the doctor’s orders,” she said. “After all, sweating it out is good for recovery.”
Her hands remained on Gu Qingyin’s shoulders.
Seeing Gu Qingyin’s face flushed with embarrassment, along with the frustration flickering in her eyes, Zhong Shujin’s smile only grew brighter.
Her hand crept stealthily toward Gu Qingyin’s chest. With a slight tug, she pulled off Gu Qingyin’s dudou and casually tossed it onto the bedding beside them.
The sight before Zhong Shujin was mesmerizing—smooth, jade-like skin, flawless and radiant.
The soft, proud curves, suddenly exposed from beneath their covering, trembled ever so slightly.
Zhong Shujin’s breath hitched. For a fleeting moment, her gaze locked onto the two delicate red buds at the peak of that beauty.
They seemed… ripe.
But, unfortunately, it was only for that one brief moment that she could admire them.
In the next instant, Gu Qingyin hurriedly grasped her inner garment, pulling it close to cover herself.
That breathtaking view, so alluring and irresistible, was swiftly hidden away.
Zhong Shujin suddenly felt a pang of regret—why hadn’t she taken off that troublesome inner garment along with the dudou?
Now, that stunning figure was obscured beneath the thin fabric, still faintly discernible, teasing yet out of reach.
Licking her lips, Zhong Shujin met Gu Qingyin’s slightly irritated gaze but, rather than showing any fear, she only smiled mischievously. Instead of forcibly pulling away Gu Qingyin’s clothing, she withdrew her hands and moved them to her own sash.
“A-Jin, you…”
Before Gu Qingyin could scold her, her words trailed off as her gaze was completely captured by what came next.
Zhong Shujin’s robe slipped off, revealing smooth, rounded shoulders as pale as freshly fallen snow.
The striking red dudou beneath was bold and eye-catching, concealing yet enticing, leaving much to the imagination.
Something in Gu Qingyin’s mind stirred—a memory, vivid and unforgettable.
Her eyes lit up slightly, and at that moment, she completely forgot that she herself had almost been left bare as well.
In just a moment, Gu Qingyin saw Zhong Shujin—still perched on her lap—suddenly wrap her arms around herself, shivering slightly.
Her bright, watery eyes shimmered, carrying a hint of shy vulnerability.
“Qingqing, I’m cold.”
Her soft lips parted slightly as she spoke, but the mischievous glint in her eyes was carefully concealed, leaving only an alluring gaze that could draw one in without effort.
Cold? That won’t do!
Without a second thought, Gu Qingyin immediately opened her arms, pulling the woman in close with tender affection. Her hands rested on Zhong Shujin’s shoulders, as if trying to shield her from the chill.
The weather wasn’t exactly warm, and with her body now exposed, it was only natural that Zhong Shujin—who had already caught a cold—would feel chilly.
But within moments, Gu Qingyin realized her assumption was entirely wrong.
What her hands touched wasn’t a body cooled by the wind, but heated, silky-smooth skin—scorching to the touch.
There was not a single sign of coldness.
Before she could loosen her grip to question it, Zhong Shujin cupped her cheeks, leaned in, and kissed her.
Her eyes gleamed with triumph, a sly, knowing smile hidden in their depths.
Clearly, that entire display—the shivering, the bare skin—had been nothing more than bait to lure Gu Qingyin in.
Ah, forget it.
In the end, Gu Qingyin gave in, closing her eyes as she wrapped her arms around Zhong Shujin’s shoulders, slowly responding to the searing kiss.
A kiss, heated and lingering.
It was just an ordinary kiss—nothing more, nothing less—yet somehow, through it, Gu Qingyin could feel the undeniable tenderness of the woman before her.
To be cherished so gently by the one she loved… who could possibly resist surrendering?
So when those hands slid from the back of her neck down to the center of her back, Gu Qingyin neither resisted nor uttered a word to stop them.
“Qingqing, lift your arms.”
A gentle voice murmured in her ear. Gu Qingyin obeyed without hesitation, making it easier for those hands to move.
In just a moment, the thin garment that barely covered her was slipped away by Zhong Shujin.
The next instant, she found herself pulled into Zhong Shujin’s embrace, tumbling onto the bedding beneath them.
“Qingqing, don’t be nervous.”
One of Zhong Shujin’s hands slid under Gu Qingyin’s nape in support, while the other traced slow, teasing circles along her waist.
“I’ll be gentle.”
The caress at her waist sent shivers through Gu Qingyin, and she couldn’t help but tilt her head back, a soft moan escaping her lips.
The fire that had started as a mere spark had now grown into an unstoppable blaze.
Her delicate face was now flushed with an intoxicating shade of red, her beauty only further enhanced by the alluring tint.
Zhong Shujin’s heart wavered at the sight. Lowering her head, she captured those lips once more, while her hand traveled upward, cupping and kneading the softness of Gu Qingyin’s chest.
The light sheen of sweat in her palm transferred onto the sensitive peaks, adding to the stimulation.
Only then did Gu Qingyin, through the haze of pleasure, suddenly realize—wasn’t the person above her the one who was actually more nervous?
The thought amused her, and with a quiet chuckle, she took advantage of the brief space between them to wrap her arms around Zhong Shujin’s body.
With a breathless whisper, she murmured indulgently, “Mmm… as long as you don’t stop halfway, whatever you want to do, I’ll let you.”
This kind of complete surrender, more than any coy resistance, was the most intoxicating thing of all.
And for Zhong Shujin, who was taking the lead in this for the first time, there had already been a tinge of unease—fearing she might do something wrong, fearing she might make Qingqing uncomfortable.
But now, hearing those words of utter trust and acceptance, she felt as though she had been given the greatest encouragement she could ever ask for.
That faint trace of nervousness lingering within Zhong Shujin was effortlessly soothed away by Gu Qingyin’s lighthearted words.
Summoning her courage, she took on the commanding air she usually displayed before her subordinates and assertively captured Gu Qingyin’s lips once more.
A trail of delicate kisses followed, descending from Gu Qingyin’s lips to her neck, then lower to her chest.
The ripened fruit, already enticing in its fullness, was soon enveloped by Zhong Shujin’s lips.
“Mm…”
Gu Qingyin exhaled shakily, her eyes half-lidded as her arms loosely draped around Zhong Shujin’s neck.
Her expression was one of pleasure—yet tinged with an unbearable longing.
Zhong Shujin keenly observed every shift in Gu Qingyin’s expression. With a flick of her tongue, she began suckling on the sensitive bud.
When Gu Qingyin trembled involuntarily, her face caught between delight and feigned reproach, Zhong Shujin knew—she liked this.
She wasn’t as cruel as Gu Qingyin.
During their past intimacies, Gu Qingyin always took pleasure in making her beg before granting her release.
But Zhong Shujin simply wanted to make Gu Qingyin feel good.
So this time, before Gu Qingyin could even voice her needs, Zhong Shujin had already reached for the other neglected bud, rolling and caressing it with practiced ease.
Only when it stood taut beneath her touch did she replace her hand with her lips, lavishing it with the same eager devotion.
She wanted to devour it.
No—she wanted to devour her.
The once gentle ministrations unknowingly deepened, her movements growing more insistent, more urgent.
Gu Qingyin’s delicate skin, so easily marked, flushed with an intense, searing heat beneath her touch.
At just the slightest graze, it burned.
Zhong Shujin traced her lips down Gu Qingyin’s chest, gradually descending. After her tongue circled a few times before the flat abdomen, she mischievously blew a breath against the moist skin. When Gu Qingyin couldn’t help but shiver, she reached out and removed the barrier beneath Gu Qingyin.
At this moment, the open petals, because of the stimulation she had just given Gu Qingyin, had released the shameful flow of water.
Zhong Shujin’s heart skipped a beat when she saw this.
She dreamily reached out and touched Gu Qingyin’s thigh. The water flowed down, wetting her palm.
Zhong Shujin held her breath nervously.
The warmth in her palm had not yet dissipated when she pressed her palm against Gu Qingyin’s inner thigh.
Another surge of heat flowed out, filling her palm and her heart.
“Hurry… go in…”
Gu Qingyin, who was utterly empty, couldn’t help but urge. But after urging, she felt ashamed and quickly covered her eyes, turning her head to the side, refusing to look at the shameful scene.
However, even if she didn’t look, the heavy breathing that lingered in her ears still made it difficult for her to ignore.
A boundless desire, poised to erupt.
“Qingqing, don’t cover your eyes.” Zhong Shujin reached out and took away Gu Qingyin’s hand that was covering her eyes, holding it tightly and kissing it. Looking into her rippling eyes, she said deeply, “Trust me, I will be responsible for you.”
Gu Qingyin was stunned for a moment, then she smiled slightly and softly hummed in agreement.
Having received permission, Zhong Shujin didn’t hesitate any longer. She extended her slender finger and explored the deep, unvisited secret realm.
“Hmm…”
This place had never been visited before, and suddenly such a foreign object arrived. Even though they were lovers who had been intimate for a long time, Gu Qingyin still felt a little uncomfortable.
Seeing Gu Qingyin’s furrowed brow, Zhong Shujin immediately stopped her movements and asked with concern, “Does it hurt?”
Gu Qingyin bit her lip, and after adapting to Zhong Shujin’s presence within her, she shook her head and said, “It doesn’t hurt.”
Zhong Shujin’s brow furrowed slightly, pausing before the barrier. After a long time, she didn’t continue to enter, but instead withdrew her finger and climbed off Gu Qingyin.
After slightly separating Gu Qingyin’s legs, she knelt quietly between them, gazing at the moist, smooth inner thigh.
Her gaze was utterly devout, as if looking at a treasure.
She knew that when she was wet like this, Qingqing would be happy if she entered.
But now that the person underneath was Gu Qingyin, she couldn’t help but worry. What if Qingqing was in pain?
Seeing that Zhong Shujin was just watching and not doing anything out of line, Gu Qingyin couldn’t help but urge her again.
“You… come in quickly…”
Hearing this, Zhong Shujin couldn’t help but be stunned. She withdrew her gaze and pressed back onto Gu Qingyin’s body.
The two pairs of proud peaks pressed against each other, inevitably igniting a mass of intense flames.
In the current situation, this would only make Gu Qingyin feel even more empty and restless. She suppressed the urge to urge again, waiting for Zhong Shujin’s next move.
Unexpectedly, Zhong Shujin stopped her movements at this moment.
At this time, Zhong Shujin’s face was also flushed. She pecked Gu Qingyin’s lips, suppressing the desire to go further, then looked up and said solemnly, “Qingqing, I can’t bear to…”
“Can’t bear to?”
Yes, Zhong Shujin couldn’t bear to.
She couldn’t bear to see the person she cherished suffer such pain, she couldn’t bear to take Gu Qingyin’s virginity before everything was settled.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to, but she couldn’t bear to.
In this situation, restraint was more difficult than indulgence.
After pondering the deep meaning in Zhong Shujin’s words, Gu Qingyin’s eyes couldn’t help but mist over.
While there was some emotion, more than that, she was angered by this wooden-headed woman.
Without hesitation, she slapped Zhong Shujin’s head and roared, “Zhong Shujin! Get out! I’ll see if I ever let you be on top again!”
After pushing her away in frustration, the feeling of emptiness still hadn’t subsided.
Now, Gu Qingyin was really about to cry from anger.
Seeing Zhong Shujin still kneeling pitifully beside her, staring at her chest with longing eyes, Gu Qingyin became even more annoyed.
Anger welled up in her heart, and she didn’t care about Zhong Shujin’s current state. She got up and pulled Zhong Shujin into her arms with a forceful tug. With a flip, she pressed her down beneath her.
“Qingqing… you… I…”
Zhong Shujin was momentarily at a loss, not knowing where to put her hands.
The feeling of being consumed by desire was not pleasant.
Since Zhong Shujin wasn’t going to help her, she could only take what she wanted from Zhong Shujin.
Without giving Zhong Shujin a chance to speak, Gu Qingyin bit her lip.
Her hands weren’t idle either. With a forceful tug, she ripped open Zhong Shujin’s bodice.
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