Chapter 131 Kiss and Bites Senior Sister, your bites hurt so much.
The sound of the water hitting the surface was very soft, and the ripples, like feathers, gently lapped against the skin in concentric circles.
From the moment she heard the soft sound of the thin veil being lifted, Shen Lixia turned her back. She closed her eyes, cupped her damp hair to her cheeks, and buried it inside.
Even though the string was taut and about to snap, the slow, drawn-out sound of the water suddenly reminded her that Qiao Yanshen seemed somewhat afraid of water. Her tender, burning thoughts vanished instantly, replaced by deep worry. After a while, all was quiet; she neither heard her senior sister speak nor sensed her making any movement.
Suppressing the urge to escape—and the countless unintelligible squeals in her mind—Shen Lixia carefully turned to the side, only to see Qiao Yanshen also with his back to her, his hands gripping the edge, half-lying on the side of the pool. Her smooth, jet-black hair scattered in the water like wisps of fluffy smoke, much like ink spreading out.
Like a fairy transformed from a lotus in the water, with seaweed as her long hair, water droplets slowly rolling down, and the lights on top illuminating a pure white expanse.
Shen Lixia rubbed her face awkwardly, thinking: So even my senior sister doesn't dare to look at her.
Her heart pounded, and her whole body felt like it was on fire. Her gaze drifted slightly downwards, landing on Qiao Yanshen's back, but she paused, slightly taken aback.
Through the gaps in the loose hair, crisscrossing sword marks were faintly visible, varying in depth and shade, tinged with a shocking lotus red. It turned out that even medicine couldn't erase these marks, and Qiao Yanshen must still be suffering from them. Memories drifted back to the Southern Kingdom, recalling the spear that pierced her shoulder, Shen Yuanzhong's chilling sword aura, and even her own soft, slow retelling of her story with Cang He.
Shen Lixia lowered her eyes, her vision filled only with these old scars. She felt a pang of sadness, an indescribable feeling swelling in her heart, dragging with each beat. Then, she slightly raised her arm and slowly moved closer to Qiao Yanshen.
In the space filled only with the sound of dripping water, Qiao Yanshen lay on the edge, burying her face in her crossed arms. Whether she felt the gaze or not, her ears were already flushed red. The rising steam spread the faint blush across her cheeks and even her neck.
Oh no, I don't dare turn my head at all. She closed her eyes slightly, glancing at the white bricks, where she saw her blurry reflection and the flickering lights above, like the moon in the water.
The water flowed softly past her sides, warm enough to be almost too hot for Qiao Yanshen, yet it filled her with a reassuring feeling. But she didn't really want to move; a drizzling rain was falling in her heart, and the aversion hadn't subsided. If she continued soaking like this, and it got any hotter, she'd probably start to feel drowsy.
Then, a pair of hands encircled her shoulders, and a warm, soft touch pressed against her from behind. Her damp hair intertwined with his, and the boy's chin rested on her neck, his breath falling softly.
"Senior sister." The mist made her clear voice sound ethereal, and it whispered in my ear, turning into soft kisses that fell gently along my earlobe.
The noisy and sharp unease vanished in an instant. Qiao Yanshen placed his fingers on her wrist, feeling the boy's burning body temperature, and gently bit his lip.
She tilted her head slightly, as if to escape the boy's warm breath, but only made him groan softly, his voice tinged with laughter: "It tickles..."
My tongue suddenly tasted a sweet and soft flavor, like osmanthus cake drizzled with syrup. It was so sweet it was cloying, so cloying it made my heart race.
"It feels so reassuring to be close to you like this, Senior Sister." Shen Lixia pressed herself tightly against her. Qiao Yanshen wondered if it was just her imagination, but she felt that from a certain moment on, her bird-like instincts were becoming increasingly apparent in her. The warm, comforting touch was even more precious than pond water, like the softest feathers on a bird's heart, desperately feeding her a vibrant life force. Skin to skin, even the rise and fall of their breaths and heartbeats were clearly transmitted.
The boy's voice was muffled, enveloping her along with the rising and slowly sinking damp mist: "It's as if we'll never be apart again."
Perhaps it was too hot, for Qiao Yanshen was momentarily at a loss.
Most of human suffering stems from possession, and a lack of freedom arises from having once possessed freedom. She had previously had the courage to resist the unknown fate because of love, but now, love had added a layer of vulnerability. The boy's arms around her shoulders, the heartbeat echoing within his soft body—they were so close, so very close.
She could hardly imagine what to do after leaving Shen Lixia. Love is always accompanied by feelings of indebtedness and the inevitable anxieties of gain and loss. Unfamiliar emotions kept surging within her. In fact, she realized it was love first, and then she began to feel it.
"Li Xia," Qiao Yanshen gently struggled, "relax a little."
Shen Lixia had already closed her eyes, resting peacefully on her shoulder. Hearing Qiao Yanshen say this, she thought she had overstepped her bounds, and her hand trembled slightly before she slowly released her grip—
"I want to turn around and look at you." However, Qiao Yanshen's next sentence calmed her wavering heart.
After Qiao Yanshen turned around, Shen Lixia stretched out her arms and wrapped them around her neck. Qiao Yanshen lowered his eyes, gently supported the boy's waist, and hugged her.
As her fingertips gently caressed her waist, she heard a soft breath. Shen Lixia's body trembled slightly, and she couldn't help but tighten her arms around her.
The boy blinked his light-colored eyes, staring intently at Qiao Yanshen. The bright lights and misty fog softened the coldness in the other's eyes, like snow melting away, leaving a hazy, shimmering reflection—like moonlight shattered in water after being touched by a fingertip.
The warm water added a touch of color to her thin lips, not a deep color, but it looked more vibrant and luscious than the crabapple blossoms.
So beautiful.
Shen Lixia pursed her lips and leaned forward. The two were now an inch closer, able to see their own reflections in each other's eyes.
He wanted to kiss her, but he restrained himself and instead touched the tip of her nose to hers.
"Is it okay?" Shen Lixia's eyes sparkled.
Qiao Yanshen's eyes curved into a smile, and he gave a soft "Mmm." The boy's burning lips pressed against hers the next moment, caressing her gently, as if she were a tiny piece of cotton candy, a fragile object that would make one's heart flutter, requiring a long, careful savoring to hold onto even a trace of sweetness. Everything about her was so hot; even this kiss felt less like a kiss and more like imprinting her own scent on Qiao Yanshen's lips, tender yet urgent.
Breathing intertwined, the soft sound of water reaching his ears, ultimately made Qiao Yanshen's heart tremble slightly, and he felt one corner of his eye moisten, as if something was slowly gathering.
Their lips parted, and Shen Lixia kissed her lips and nose several more times, reluctant to let go. Qiao Yanshen slowly opened her eyes, and in the instant her gaze met Shen Lixia's, a cool liquid slid down her cheek—a tear.
Upon closer inspection, she noticed that the boy's eyes were also brimming with tears—she had almost forgotten that the person standing before her was the only crybaby she had ever encountered. Their feelings of happiness were now shared.
They gazed at each other tenderly for a moment, then laughed simultaneously.
"I like you..." Shen Lixia sighed softly, clinging to her and whispering, "I like you so much that I want to be completely intertwined with you, blood flowing with blood, bone growing with bone. The best, the very best, the very best senior sister in the world..."
After saying "best" three times in a row, she was actually starting to lose track of what she was saying. Maybe her senior sister would think she was stupid? But it didn't matter, she was just telling the truth. Qiao Yanshen was her best, most important, and most beloved person.
In the midst of his dazed state, Qiao Yanshen lowered his head, pressed his lips against Shen Lixia's neck, and bit down hard on a soft spot.
"Hiss..." Shen Lixia frowned, but raised her neck and offered her her vulnerable throat. She bit her lip, her eyes were brimming with tears, and her arms tightened slightly, trembling.
This bite was delivered with full force, even merciless. When Qiao Yanshen looked up, a bright red bite mark had appeared on Shen Lixia's neck, slowly oozing blood. She raised her hand and gently touched the mark, the blood staining her fingertips and ambiguously staining her fine fingerprints.
Impulsiveness or being blinded by lust... it doesn't matter anymore. The obscure and cold emotions that had been accumulating in my heart suddenly unfolded, and I felt satisfied by the salty and astringent taste in my mouth.
He wanted to be sure she wouldn't leave him, to feel that she belonged to him. Qiao Yan closed his eyes tightly, gently letting his nails dig into the bitten flesh, carefully peeling back and caressing it.
Shen Lixia leaned against her chest, the water swirling up as she trembled, a few drops splashing onto her wound, stinging her.
This place has never been treated like this before; a sharp, persistent pain spreads through me.
But she loved it so much—she enjoyed it immensely.
After a while, although he didn't really want to end this ambiguous situation, the hot feeling and his throbbing pulse began to urge him on.
That's really a bit of a killjoy.
"Senior sister...it seems like it's been too long, I'm a little dizzy," Shen Lixia said in a muffled voice.
Qiao Yanshen patted her back. "Okay, let's go out."
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After changing her clothes, Shen Lixia collapsed onto the bed first. The lingering surge of passion made even the faint scent of milk on the sheets intoxicating.
Perhaps because she had been soaking for too long, she was still not very comfortable when she lay down, so she propped herself up with her hands and sat up against the headboard.
A little while later, Qiao Yanshen walked into the room and saw Shen Lixia humming a little tune in a very good mood, shaking her head and swaying her body, which reminded people of a chattering cockatiel.
She sat down on the edge of the bed, then lay down and rested her head on Shen Lixia's lap.
The boy's legs, like her lower abdomen, weren't entirely firm; they were still somewhat soft. As Shen Lixia lowered her head, strands of her hair softly brushed against Qiao Yanshen's cheek.
She looked up and saw those golden eyes filled with longing, burning like flames that had been kindled by her, warm, passionate, and never-ending.
His palm covered Qiao Yanshen's face, stroking it carefully and attentively, with more care than he would any wood carving or painting. This made Qiao Yanshen feel a soft, ticklish sensation in his heart, and he couldn't help but smile slightly.
She seemed to have touched Shen Lixia's face like that before.
Qiao Yanshen reached out and took Shen Lixia's hand. She then turned her wrist so that their fingers intertwined. With her thumb pressed against her palm, Shen Lixia held the young man's hand and gently squeezed it.
"Senior sister's hands are so beautiful." Long, slender, with well-defined knuckles, they are strong hands, the kind that hold a sword. "Did you once achieve Grade 10 in piano?"
Qiao Yanshen said, "Although I have studied piano, I did not get this, which disappointed my junior sister."
Shen Lixia squeezed her hand again, rubbing her knuckles affectionately, and whispered, "I like it even without it. There's no such thing as having to take it. Just be happy."
"...You like me even if I don't? What if I'm not as good as you think in every way?" Qiao Yanshen chuckled.
“I like it. I like it no matter what. What is the definition of good? Is it bad if it doesn’t suit my taste? No, it’s good if it suits my senior sister’s taste. It’s good if my senior sister doesn’t go against my own ideas.”
The boy's voice was reassuring.
"Let me get to know my senior sister a little more."
Qiao Yan closed his eyes tightly, drowsiness rising in waves, pounding against his consciousness.
"Why didn't you say you liked me the most?" she suddenly asked, remembering what Shen Lixia had just said in the water.
“Because…” Shen Lixia paused for a moment, then chuckled softly.
"In front of you, the word 'most' has lost its meaning. With each passing day, I learn a little more about my senior sister, and my affection for her grows a little more... Because of your existence, all feelings can never reach their highest level again."
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