Hua Xian lifted Chi Meng horizontally into her arms. After placing her on the bed, she leaned in to check the wound on her foot, only to have Chi Meng gently press her shoulder with her foot.
Hua Xian: “…” Hmm? Something feels off? But I do not want to stop this.
Chi Meng pressed down on her prominent collarbone, even wriggling her toes slightly. She did not have to say anything; just a look was enough to make Hua Xian’s heart flutter and her head spin.
Hua Xian took her foot in her hands and placed a kiss on the fair, lustrous instep. Chi Meng trembled and tried to withdraw her foot, but it was clearly too late.
The soft lips pecked at her skin again and again. Every time Hua Xian’s lips touched her skin, Chi Meng would shiver, until finally, she had completely lost the desire to retreat.
Hua Xian leaned over and looked at Chi Meng, her voice slightly hoarse: “Mengmeng, your foot…” She had some reservations.
If they began, it would undoubtedly be intense, and it would be hard to avoid hitting the injury. It was difficult to remain rational at such a time.
Chi Meng lowered her eyes, biting her lower lip, and said, “That is why… you need to let me take the lead!”
Chi Meng’s shift in tone was so fast that Hua Xian was momentarily stunned. By the time her brain started working again, she was already in the woman’s embrace.
“Are you sure you can?”
Hua Xian worried about her foot and asked with concern. However, this question angered Chi Meng. Without a word, she immediately kissed Hua Xian, nearly bumping their teeth together.
The kiss was urgent and fierce, as if she intended to steal all the air from Hua Xian’s lungs. Hua Xian quickly became lost in it.
Hua Xian decided to lie back completely, changing her mindset to simply enjoy the moment. If Chi Meng wanted to take the lead, she would let her. Of course, a person must pamper her own wife.
Chi Meng was very fond of kissing and always spent a long time on it. This time was no exception. By the time the kiss ended, both were somewhat aroused, with Chi Meng’s excitement being particularly evident. Hua Xian, worried about her foot, seemed a little preoccupied, which again displeased Chi Meng.
“What are you thinking about?”
“Huh?” Hua Xian looked up at her: “Your foot. You have to be careful of it.”
“Worry about yourself first.”
After saying this, Chi Meng bit down on her collarbone. Her canine tooth pierced the skin, bringing a faint stinging pain. Hua Xian threw her head back, her neck taut, a layer of moisture rising in her eyes.
After the pain subsided, a strange sensation originated from her collarbone and then spread throughout her body. Hua Xian’s eyes were slightly red, her teeth biting her lower lip, radiating a captivating charm.
Chi Meng did not spare her, however. She licked the blood from the collarbone with her tongue, then followed up with fine, dense kisses.
“Do you like gentle girls?”
Hua Xian was completely immersed in the moment and was startled by Chi Meng’s sudden question. She was thrown off.
“Huh? What?”
Chi Meng lifted her head from her chest, her gaze serious, with no hint of joking.
“Someone obedient like Nanzhi, who never contradicts anything you say and sweetly calls you ‘older sister’.”
Hua Xian: “… I cannot get past this title issue.”
She reached out and pressed the back of Chi Meng’s head, gathering the hair that had fallen forward. Her voice was gentle: “Whether they are gentle or not, other women all look the same to me. I only like someone like you.”
Chi Meng froze for a moment, then bit Hua Xian’s lip, her voice muffled: “You always lie to me.” But damn it, she thought, I cannot help but be thrilled by your words.
Her lips were tightly blocked, so Hua Xian could not voice a rebuttal. She decided not to explain, letting Chi Meng think what she wanted. There was plenty of time in the future, and she would eventually make her believe what she said.
Perhaps because of that statement, Chi Meng was unusually passionate. Hua Xian’s lips and neck became covered in small wounds, all bitten by Chi Meng.
Another clap of thunder sounded, and the woman’s actions paused; she was visibly startled. Hua Xian quickly said, “Why do we not turn on the light?”
“No need.” Chi Meng said, then continued, leaving Hua Xian with no remaining capacity to think of anything else.
This dim light is perfect. If the light were on, you would see the frenzy of my desperate need for you.
Would you laugh at me then? Would you think I will never learn my lesson? Even though you have wounded me everywhere, I cannot help but be utterly infatuated with you.
Chi Meng began to feel anxious again, deeply conflicted, which caused her actions to become increasingly uncontrollable. Hua Xian could sense Chi Meng’s emotional shift, not only because the woman was physically rougher, but also because of the despair emanating from her heart.
Hua Xian did not know what the little cat was thinking about this time, but anything distracting her at a moment like this was surely her persistent psychological ailment.
“Mengmeng, it is all right. Your older sister is here.” Hua Xian put one arm around her waist and gently patted her back with the other, slowly soothing her emotions.
Chi Meng looked up at her just as a flash of lightning illuminated Hua Xian’s face. Her expression was gentle and firm, as if it could smooth over any trouble.
Large and small thunderclaps intertwined, and the sound of the rain was loud, making the room feel less quiet. After a moment, Chi Meng suddenly asked, “Does it hurt?”
Hua Xian nodded. It would be a lie to say it did not hurt, and she did not want to deceive Chi Meng.
Chi Meng leaned in to kiss her, her movements incredibly tender. Although she did not say anything, Hua Xian knew this was her way of apologizing.
“It is nothing. Do not worry.” Hua Xian hooked her neck and nuzzled into her embrace, like a large, affectionate dog.
The gloom in Chi Meng’s heart faded somewhat. She whispered something into Hua Xian’s ear. The rain was too loud for Hua Xian to hear clearly, but she did not need to; Chi Meng answered her own question.
This was the first time she had done this since bringing Hua Xian back. Hua Xian was startled, and then her consciousness gradually dissolved into the sound of the rain. She felt like a raindrop falling to the ground, light and clear, and then like steaming cloud, drifting high into the sky with the thunder.
Chi Meng looked up during a clap of thunder. Even in the dim light, Hua Xian could see the moisture around her lips.
Although this was not the first time she had seen such a sight, Hua Xian’s cheeks flushed, and she averted her gaze when the woman stared at her with such burning intensity.
That passionate gaze felt like it could melt her.
Chi Meng stretched her neck to kiss her. Amidst the entanglement of lips and teeth, their breaths mingled, and they could no longer distinguish themselves from each other.
The night gradually deepened. Hua Xian’s physical strength was beginning to flag. She asked hoarsely, “Should we go to sleep now?”
Chi Meng bit her ear, a mischievous smile curving her lips.
“The night is still long, older sister.”
The next second, Hua Xian’s voice changed pitch, and all her words became soft whimpers.
The night was indeed very long, and the real feast was only just beginning.
The storm raged all night. The rain only subsided slightly as dawn approached. When Hua Xian woke up, the spot next to her was already empty.
Chi Meng always woke up early, so Hua Xian did not mind. She lingered in bed for a while longer, only getting up when her body was less fatigued. After washing up, she belatedly realized that the house was too quiet.
Chi Meng was neither in the bedroom nor in the living room; she was nowhere to be found in any corner of the house.
Thinking back to yesterday’s events, Hua Xian panicked.