Huā Xián tasted the bitterness in Chǐ Mèng’s mouth, and at the same time, a metallic sweetness spread. Chǐ Mèng had bitten her tongue again.
This was her small quirk. In the past, a light bite was just part of their intimacy; now, she wouldn’t stop until she tasted blood.
Huā Xián reached out and embraced Chǐ Mèng, gently stroking her back as a form of comfort. She could feel that Chǐ Mèng was not truly seeking intimacy but was trying to “punish” her through it.
Sure enough, sensing Huā Xián’s distraction, Chǐ Mèng bit down hard again. The bloody taste in their mouths grew heavier, and Huā Xián winced in pain.
“What are you thinking about? Thinking about how you can leave me?”
Chǐ Mèng released her lips, her hand tracing the corner of Huā Xián’s mouth, pressing hard on the broken skin.
Huā Xián gasped in pain. Chǐ Mèng looked at her suffering expression, the coldness on her face receding slightly, replaced by an almost imperceptible curve of her lips.
“Does it hurt?”
Huā Xián: “…” Should I say it hurts, or should I say it doesn’t hurt?
She didn’t dare to speak easily, afraid that one careless word would upset Chǐ Mèng again. But clearly, if she didn’t speak, Chǐ Mèng would still be upset.
“You don’t want to talk to me? Fine, then use your mouth for something else.”
As for what that “something else” was, Huā Xián intimately experienced it over the next half hour.
A little color finally returned to Chǐ Mèng’s pale face. She gripped Huā Xián’s hair, propped herself up to look at her, her eyes scornful and cold.
“You haven’t gotten rusty at all. It seems you didn’t forget to practice even when you were with other women.”
Huā Xián adamantly denied it: “No! Absolutely not!” I haven’t even touched another woman, okay?!
Chǐ Mèng sneered, her hand moving from Huā Xián’s nape to her face, pinching her chin. “This mouth is not as soft as it was before.”
The words had barely left her mouth when Huā Xián felt a shift of light and shadow. When she realized what happened, she and Chǐ Mèng had already swapped places.
Chǐ Mèng stared intensely at her, her hand tracing a path down from Huā Xián’s lips, stopping at the pajama drawstring.
Huā Xián felt an unprompted nervousness. She didn’t know why, perhaps because Chǐ Mèng had been too rough before, creating a sense of dread.
Chǐ Mèng delayed her action, watching her with keen interest.
“Afraid?”
“N-no,” Huā Xián took a deep breath, trying her best to look normal.
Chǐ Mèng laughed ambiguously, leaned in to kiss her, deliberately grinding against the broken spot. Hearing Huā Xián’s muffled moan, the coldness in her eyes lessened a little.
When she was satisfied with her “play,” she finally pried open Huā Xián’s jaw, her mouth intertwining with hers, stealing the air from her lungs. Feeling the person in her arms struggle, she not only didn’t retreat but became even more excited.
This kiss lasted a long time, so long that Huā Xián’s brain was deprived of oxygen before Chǐ Mèng let her go.
Huā Xián thought she could catch her breath, but in the next second, Chǐ Mèng bit her neck. The bite landed precisely on her artery.
Huā Xián subconsciously trembled, and the hands she had placed on Chǐ Mèng’s waist tightened.
Chǐ Mèng seemed to have laughed vaguely, but the sound quickly disappeared, making it impossible for Huā Xián to catch it.
All her attention was focused on her own artery, terrified that one careless move from Chǐ Mèng would cause her blood to splatter right there.
Chǐ Mèng bit down gently, neither painful nor painless, just a slight, subtle prickling sensation. Gradually, a strange feeling emerged in Huā Xián.
Fragmented moans escaped Huā Xián’s mouth. She immediately turned her head, not wanting Chǐ Mèng to see her current embarrassment.
Chǐ Mèng wouldn’t allow her to have her way, pinching her chin to force her to look her in the eye, then lifting one corner of her lip in a sarcastic smile.
“What is there to hide? What kind of slutt**y behavior of yours haven’t I seen?”
Huā Xián: “…”
Her words left Huā Xián speechless. Huā Xián simply abandoned her sense of shame, pressed Chǐ Mèng’s neck, and kissed her.
Slutty, then slutty. I accept it!
Compared to Chǐ Mèng’s roughness, Huā Xián was extremely gentle. Her kiss was gradual, lingering, and passionate, causing one to forget everything else. Chǐ Mèng gradually succumbed, then suddenly realized she couldn’t let Huā Xián influence her, and she broke the distance by grabbing her neck.
Huā Xián: “…” I am truly exasperated by this ‘Sixth Man’ (sneaky person)! If you didn’t want to kiss me, why not just say so? Why choke me!
“Remember your place. Don’t think about taking the lead.”
Chǐ Mèng leaned close to Huā Xián’s ear. After speaking, she bit her earlobe, her slender fingers tracing Huā Xián’s prominent collarbone, slowly and deliberately, as if caressing delicate porcelain.
Huā Xián’s heart rate suddenly accelerated, and a tingling numbness spread from her earlobe to her entire body…
Chǐ Mèng could feel Huā Xián’s reaction, but she was a hunter with excellent patience. She would not easily reveal her intentions without exhausting her prey.
Tears welled up in the corners of Huā Xián’s eyes. She looked at Chǐ Mèng with wet eyes. Chǐ Mèng met her gaze, her dark eyes faintly carrying contempt.
See? She clearly doesn’t love me, yet she still wags her tail and begs for pleasure. This woman has always separated love and lust. She only cares about physical pleasure.
Chǐ Mèng’s eyes darkened a few shades. She stopped teasing Huā Xián, yet she wasn’t gentle either. Huā Xián frowned in pain, and a pool of tears collected in her eyes.
Her tears seemed to provoke Chǐ Mèng, who became even more reckless, acting like a madwoman. Huā Xián’s brows furrowed, but she dared not say anything, afraid of making Chǐ Mèng lose control further. Only when the pain was truly unbearable did she let out one or two muffled groans.
This joyless encounter lasted a very long time. Chǐ Mèng was venting her emotions unilaterally, and Huā Xián was like meat on a chopping block, entirely at her mercy.
In a daze, she remembered that to force Chǐ Mèng to let go, she had done something similar before. Thinking of this, she reached out and hugged Chǐ Mèng, gently patting her back, soothing her emotions as if comforting a child.
Chǐ Mèng froze. Tears fell without warning, and she mumbled, “Why… why won’t you just love me?”
This time, Huā Xián didn’t remain silent. She replied with utmost seriousness: “I do love you.”
Chǐ Mèng wiped away her tears, gave a self-mocking smile, and then ice surfaced in her eyes. She pulled away, completely disregarding Huā Xián’s pained and twisted face. After a cold glance, she turned and walked into the bathroom.
“Clean up the mess you made before I come out.”
Hearing Chǐ Mèng’s sharp tone, Huā Xián felt inexplicably wronged. The tears that had gathered in her eyes rushed down her cheeks.
How much do you hate me, to the point where you won’t even be gentle in bed?
The sound of water running in the bathroom began. Huā Xián’s heart seemed to grow heavy with it. She slowly sat up, her frown deepening with every movement, until her whole face was contorted.
It really hurts.
Huā Xián looked at the bloodstains on the sheets, silently gathered them up, and then, dragging her aching body, left before Chǐ Mèng emerged.
After a quick shower, Huā Xián lay on the bed and quickly fell asleep. Her dreams were still filled with the idiotic things she had done in the past.
Every time she saw her own despicable self, Huā Xián became more tolerant of Chǐ Mèng’s current actions. Even though she treated her that way, Huā Xián couldn’t genuinely get angry.
I created this mess; I must repay it, even if I have to cry while doing so.
This sleep was very restless. Half-dreaming, half-awake, she felt someone touching her face. Although the movements were not very gentle, the feeling was familiar, so she let the person continue.
When she woke up, it was still dark. The room was dimly lit, with only a small bedside lamp on. Although Huā Xián’s mind wasn’t fully clear, she quickly noticed something odd about herself.
Her hands and feet were tied up. The rope on her feet even had bells, which made a crisp ‘ding-a-ling’ sound whenever she moved. A person seemed to be standing in the corner, their silhouette looking especially eerie in the darkness.
“Mèng Mèng?”
Chǐ Mèng walked out of the darkness, grasped her ankle, stared at her foot for a while as if admiring a perfect work of art, and then looked up to ask her: “I specially bought these bells for you. Do you like them?”