005 | (IV) Good boy/girl
"I don't like it!"
Reason preceded her, and a subconscious denial slipped out.
My heart is pounding.
Shame and anger swelled together, bursting forth at that moment.
Xie Qingyan slapped Su Xingmao hard across the face with all her might. The loud "smack" startled both of them.
A bright red fingerprint was branded on his fair cheek. Su Xingmao's face was slightly tilted by her slap, and his messy black hair half-covered his eyes. In the dim light and shadow, she could not see his eyes.
It's over.
The air seemed to freeze for a moment, and breathing became heavy.
Xie Qingyan gasped for breath, frantically scrambling to his feet. His heart pounded at an unprecedented peak, roaring like thunder, almost leaping out of his chest.
Will the constellation Mao retaliate?
But she did nothing wrong.
Xie Qingyan had no intention of apologizing. She felt a brief moment of regret, but then her fear receded like the tide. She thought to herself, "Who told Su Xingmao to dare to spy on my privacy?"
He deserved that slap! Xie Qingyan despised him in her heart.
She snatched the phone back from the ground and, before turning to go upstairs, was still thinking about kicking Su Xingmao out of the house and making this annoying guy who witnessed her little secret get as far away as possible!
God, can he just die?
"Go to hell! Get out of my house!"
Someone grabbed her hand, and she stopped in her tracks.
"Xie Qingyan".
She had to turn back.
Despite the handprint on his face, Su Xingmao's expression remained as indifferent and restrained as ever.
She slightly raised her eyelids, very calmly: "Do you still remember what you said before?"
What utter nonsense!
Her bun was loosened, and her smooth, silky black hair clung to her cheeks. Xie Qingyan was incredibly grateful that she had grown her hair long, which allowed her to conceal her disheveled, flushed face at this moment, her lips marked with deep teeth marks.
It's really embarrassing to be caught looking at erotic comics.
This person happens to be Su Xingmao, whom she usually bosses around and dislikes the most.
The level of shame is doubled.
She was confused and just wanted Su Xingmao to disappear quickly, or find a place for her to crawl into: "Spit it out if you have something to say, and then get lost."
After shouting a boastful sentence, his momentum gradually weakened.
"You let me have it."
Su Xingmao looked up at her, his expression serious.
"I'll play with you no matter what."
Repeat what she said back then.
Do you remember?
Xie Qingyan was lost in thought.
How could she remember after so many years?
"I don't want to think about it anymore," she denied softly.
It's impossible for him to admit it in front of Su Xing Mao.
"Is that so?" Su Xingmao's expression was distant, and he smiled faintly, "Is it because you don't want to, or because you're too shy to admit it, little cat?"
The bulging balloon was pricked with a needle and deflated instantly.
Chapter 5 Commentary —
【Long Live the Cat Cult】: I love it when the female lead is called "Little Cat".
How much has Su Xingmao read? Not just the comics she subscribed to, her comments, but also the videos she collected?
He ruthlessly exposed her carefully hidden secrets, leaving her completely exposed before his eyes.
The cool, aloof phrase "little cat" seemed to hook her tightly.
She was in a daze.
My feet were bound to the ground by an unspeakable desire, and my body was frozen in place by a certain word, unable to move an inch.
Xie Qingyan glanced sideways; Su Xingmao had already let go of her hand, and no one could stop her from leaving.
Out of the corner of his eye, Su Xingmao was leaning back in his sofa chair, waiting for her to make a decision. The choice was clearly hers, so why was he so calm and composed, watching from the sidelines?
Xie Qingyan bit her lip again.
1 second.
10 seconds.
1 minute.
Time is measured in seconds and flows on and on.
Su Xingmao's brows relaxed, as if he smiled at her, and he calmly stood up, pulling Xie Qingyan, who was still hesitating in place, towards him. Just like before, a strong and powerful hand landed on her shoulder, and with unquestionable force, he made her kneel on the ground, his warm fingers pinching her face.
Hesitation was a silent affirmation. Curiosity shattered the glass of shame, flooding in like a tidal wave.
As if doused with cold water, Xie Qingyan looked up at him blankly.
She acquiesced, and he made the decision for her.
The scene has returned to a quarter of an hour earlier.
The boy leaned down and gently stroked her cheek with his fingertips.
He looked at her, his dark eyebrows and eyes seemed veiled by a layer of mist, his gaze indistinct. He always looked at her like this. Xie Qingyan couldn't understand it before, but now she could sense a hazy desire in those boundless eyes.
He whispered something in her ear.
The thin lips were moving, but it took a long time to make out their movement.
"Little cat, so good."
...Don't make promises lightly, because the weight of fulfilling them is too heavy to bear.
Su Xingmao lowered his eyes, the zipper of his dress was pulled down, like the skin of a bamboo shoot being peeled open, revealing tender white flesh. His hand brushed over her slender shoulder blades, and crawled down along her thin, curved back.
Its spine is clearly defined, like plum blossom branches, with tiny, slightly protruding buds growing out of its jagged shape. Warm fingertips gently caress it, like a spring breeze, urging the flowers to sway and tremble, ready to bloom.
She was trembling all over, burying her face in her hands, so ashamed she was about to die.
Smooth, supple skin filled my hands, and my long, slender fingers, like bamboo, were wiped clean. From the plum branches to the most splendid blooming flowers, my fingertips curled up, parting the opening petals, leaving a few drops of water, like grass covered in morning dew.
He gazed at her calmly, his eyelashes lowered, his expression lost in thought, as if pondering how to approach a difficult math problem.
“…Su Xing Mao.” She called him softly.
A strange sensation came from her lower body, and the intense unease made Xie Qingyan call out to him. She had been too embarrassed to speak since she had been ordered to take off her clothes earlier.
But…
I'm really shy.
I have never been naked in front of a member of the opposite sex, let alone someone who is a star signifying misfortune.
As soon as she finished speaking, she couldn't believe it was her own voice. Her body melted into water, becoming soft and delicate.
That's so strange...
He uttered his name, then quickly shut his mouth, refusing to utter another sound. His face was flushed and radiant, as if he had been drinking, making one wonder how the peach blossoms of Lingquan Mountain in March could bloom on his face, so beautiful and romantic.
"You commented that you really liked Chapter 10," Su Xingmao said calmly, placing the comic on a sofa cushion within her sight with her other hand.
Xie Qingyan strained to look up. In the center of the screen was a chapter about the female lead catching the male lead masturbating. The male lead cornered her against the wall, forbidding her to escape and forcing her to keep watching, while he lewdly interrogated her.
—Do you masturbate regularly?
The lines that should have belonged to the male lead were read out by Su Xingmao in a flat voice.
It was as if he was simply repeating his lines, but his unwavering gaze clearly indicated that he was subtly questioning Xie Qingyan.
Meeting her shy, blinking gaze, he asked a question that sounded almost harsh.
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