Chapter 68 Guilt Although she had promised Lin Jue to...

Although she promised Lin Jue to sleep with her.

but……

The actual situation was far different from what she had imagined.

She had slept with Lin Jue once before. At that time, Lin Jue was very tactful and hardly made her feel like there was another person around him. But now...

Su Huaiwang lay on his side on the bed, closed his eyes and sighed.

"Can't sleep?" A cold voice sounded from behind her neck, so cold that she subconsciously shrank her neck.

Su Huaiwang felt a little regretful. Only she could do such a thing as sitting at the same table with a ghost.

What's more, the ghost was still clinging to her tightly. Not only was it wrapped around her waist and had its legs inserted between her legs, but even its face was pressed tightly against her back, as if the ghost would run away if it let go.

"I'm almost asleep." Su Huaiwang responded to her against his will.

"Really?" There was a rustling sound of clothes.

"But your heart is beating so fast." His palms pressed against her back, opened softly, and spread gently, like an irresistible tide.

"Lin Jue." When her fingertips slid towards her waist, Su Huaiwang grabbed her: "Don't do this, okay?"

There was an unconscious pleading edge to her voice.

Lin Jue was puzzled: "Don't you want to do it?"

Su Huaiwang pursed his lips: "...I don't want to."

The fingertips that were caught hooked the other person's palm, and the strength softened: "I'm sorry, I misunderstood."

Lin Jue withdrew his hand pitifully, and lay motionless on Su Huaiwang's back, exuding a sense of depression.

Su Huaiwang had no choice but to turn around and face her.

The night was dark, and the weak light was only enough for her to see a little amber color.

Su Huaiwang paused, not knowing where to start.

"You don't have to... you don't have to want to satisfy me so much."

"What do you mean?" Amber widened a little.

Su Huaiwang's face flushed red, but luckily it was not obvious in the dark:

"I mean, if you want to be happy with me, it doesn't have to be through sex."

"We can," Su Huaiwang said with a light cough, "do something else. For example, tell me something about yourself."

Lin Jue seemed to understand: "You mean you don't want to do this now?"

"Almost," Su Huaiwang added, "I'm not the kind of person who, uh, has a head full of bad ideas."

When she said this, she herself didn't quite believe it.

Where Su Huaiwang couldn't see, Lin Jue frowned.

She dropped her eyes, unsure how to handle the strange urge that had risen within her.

After a long while, she finally said, "Okay."

Su Huaiwang smiled, touched Lin Jue's face and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then can you kiss me? You haven't kissed me since you came back."

Su Huaiwang hesitated for a moment and moved closer.

Perhaps in Lin Jue's eyes, kissing was just a way of acting coquettishly, and there was nothing wrong with her satisfying her.

But she still felt a little guilty. Ever since she knew that Lin Jue did it with her just to satisfy her and not out of sexual impulse, she always felt sorry for her.

A light kiss landed on Lin Jue's lips, but before she could savor it, the human's heat moved away.

“No…” Lin Jue bit his lip, feeling subconsciously annoyed.

Su Huaiwang was startled: "What's wrong?"

"I..." Lin Jue opened his mouth, then thought of Su Huaiwang not wanting to do it tonight, and he became listless again: "Nothing."

Su Huaiwang put his arms around her and patted her back, with a bit of pity: "Did you remember anything?"

“No.” Lin Jue shook his head at first, then froze for a moment before nodding uncertainly: “Maybe…?”

Su Huaiwang hugged her a little tighter: "What did you remember?"

The girl buried her head in her chest, her eyes narrowed comfortably, and for a moment she couldn't remember what she wanted to remember.

"Ah... I remember..." Does it count as wanting her to hug him tighter just because he remembered?

Su Huaiwang had no idea what was going on in her mind and waited earnestly for her to speak.

Lin Jue sighed in frustration, but in the end he couldn't bring himself to make up an excuse to lie to her: "I'm sorry... Actually, I didn't mean anything at all... I just wanted you to hug me."

She leaned against the softness and looked at her cautiously: "I was wrong, can you forgive me?"

Su Huaiwang was stunned for a moment, but didn't pursue the matter: "Just say it directly, why would I blame you?"

"At that time, a year ago, whenever I touched you, you would react violently, so I was always afraid. What if I made you uncomfortable again?"

So she was nervous every time she wanted to touch Su Huaiwang.

"Wasn't I asleep at that time? How could I have a reaction?"

"It still exists, subconscious or something, I don't understand."

Su Huaiwang imagined the scene at that time and was a little bit unbelievable: "So you just put me there like a sleeping beauty and did nothing?"

Lin Jue raised his innocent eyes and looked at her: "What are you going to do?"

Su Huaiwang coughed lightly, his eyes darting around in the darkness: "I just said it casually, I don't mean anything else."

Lin Jue snuggled in her arms and said in a small voice: "I am already very happy just to be able to look at you."

"Then why did you let me go?"

"Because then you wouldn't be happy. When I think of you being unhappy, it's as if my own happiness has been taken away, leaving only pain."

The voice sounded like a whisper, light and faint, but it made Su Huaiwang fall into silence.

She touched the head of the girl in her arms: "Don't talk about me, talk about you, you are not really twenty years old?"

Su Huaiwang still remembered the age Lin Jue mentioned when they first met.

"It depends on how you define it. 'Lin Jue' is indeed always twenty years old."

This means that Lin Jue was twenty years old when he died.

"As for the time of my birth... I don't quite remember, but it's probably been a few decades at least."

"Then should I call you sister from now on?" Su Huaiwang joked.

Lin Jue was not annoyed: "Do you care about this, sister?"

Lin Jue would occasionally use this name when he was acting coquettishly, and Su Huaiwang felt his head buzzing every time he heard it.

Being outmaneuvered, she quickly clarified: "No, no."

"It's not wrong to call me sister if you want, after all, the facts are there." Qingling's voice was calm. "But the age calculation method for ghosts and humans is probably different. For example, I was born so recently, and although I'm not a little ghost anymore, I'm actually not that old among ghosts."

"But you are very powerful." Su Huaiwang thought for a while and said.

"Did that Heavenly Master say that? You could say that." Lin Jue seemed to have no interest in this kind of topic. As soon as she returned to herself, she became particularly cold and indifferent: "In the records of their Ghost Punishment Department, I seem to be... Tianzi Jiajia, which can be regarded as the strongest. Most of the ghosts in the same group as me are hundreds of years old."

Su Huaiwang exclaimed at the right moment: "So amazing?"

"Because I'm a vengeful ghost. Ghosts become stronger the more pain they suffer."

Su Huaiwang shut up, keenly aware that the topic was being led to an inappropriate direction.

Lin Jue continued calmly, "But compared to being strong, I still want to be happy..."

Before she could finish her words, a hand covered her mouth.

Su Huaiwang leaned closer, his face full of seriousness: "Okay, I won't say anymore."

Lin Jue stared at her with wide eyes until the hand left the lower half of her face.

Su Huaiwang exhaled deeply and tried to find another topic, but unexpectedly, Lin Jue, who had been silent the whole time, spoke:

"Su Huaiwang."

There was confusion and temptation in the voice.

"What's wrong?"

Su Huaiwang didn't care too much and just responded to her as usual.

Lin Jue pursed his lips and said shyly: "Can you kiss me again?

"I think I want it again."

Without much hesitation, Su Huaiwang was about to agree when she heard Lin Jue speak before her:

"I don't want what just happened."

"How is that—"

Soon the woman got the answer.

She was pressed down by the girl and kissed until she was breathless.

A sticky kiss fell on her lips, Lin Jue kissed her, licked her, and bit her.

The tongues intertwined and became intimate.

The girl deftly brushed the roof of her mouth, stirring up waves of itchiness in her body.

I couldn't tell whether it was my bones or muscles that were sore, and my mouth and nose were filled with the smell of other people.

Lin Jue lay on top of her, his hard kneecaps pressing against her.

Su Huaiwang groaned and responded honestly.

"Lin Jue, Lin Jue..." In the intervals between kisses, the woman called her name as if begging for mercy, her voice urgent and lingering, trembling, and she didn't even have time to care about the saliva flowing from the corners of her mouth.

Following her cry, Lin Jue raised his head, reached out and wiped the corner of his lips, and smiled shyly: "Is a kiss like this okay?"

Su Huaiwang weakly wrapped around her drooping fingers, and said weakly: "...No."

Lin Jue suddenly looked as if he had been struck by lightning, and stammered, "But... when I kissed you just now, you didn't..."

She thought that was consent.

And she could smell that Su Huaiwang exuded a scent of pleasure and desire.

Humans are so complicated. Their bodies and mouths are always contradictory, and she doesn't know which one to believe.

Ma Susu's brain finally recovered. Su Huaiwang panted and glared at her: "Did I even have time to talk just now?"

Just had a great time.

Even now the body is still contracting unsatisfactorily.

But the child on her body knew nothing about this. After the kiss, his legs stopped where she was and didn't move at all.

The passionate kiss just now made Su Huaiwang feel like he was split in two. The angel said that attacking a kid who didn't understand love was no different from being a pedophile, which was simply morally corrupt. The devil said why bother with so much, just enjoy it first, and who knows, the kid might be enjoying it too.

No, it shouldn't be because Lin Jue kissed her. She had already been divided into two contradictory halves when they were on the hillside.

Su Huaiwang never thought that one day she would have to seriously think about this kind of problem, just like one cannot understand how painful it is to abstain from sex before having tried it.

While she was wondering what to think, Lin Jue had already comforted himself in two seconds. He leaned over and licked the liquid from her lips while softly apologizing:

"I'm sorry, I did it again. I won't do it again."

Su Huaiwang came back to his senses: "I didn't say you did anything wrong..." To be honest, it was not Lin Jue's fault.

Lin Jue stared at her for a long moment, then said, "It's okay, I know. I'll ask you before I do anything next time."

Su Huaiwang felt it was strange no matter how he listened, but he couldn't find what was wrong, so he could only say "hmm" dryly.

“So…” Lin Jue’s hand reached down a little without him noticing: “You still don’t want to do it, right?”

"In no mood--"

The light came from nowhere, but it just happened to illuminate a spot of sticky liquid on her fingertips.

Lin Jue rubbed the liquid and looked at Su Huaiwang, whose face was flushed as if he had been strangled, and seemed to be thinking about something.

"It got on my knee." She looked like she didn't take it too seriously.

Fortunately, it was not daytime, and Su Huaiwang was thick-skinned enough to continue to be stubborn until this moment.

"……oh."

"What did you just say? You really don't want to do it?"

"real."

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The author has something to say: Really (gritting teeth)