Qin Mingyan turned off the lights, lifted the covers, and lay down.
She made no effort to suppress her movements, yet Bo Liye showed no signs of waking. Due to the alcohol, her body temperature was slightly higher than usual, her fine, smooth skin felt like a rare piece of warm jade, once Qin Mingyan touched it, she didn’t want to let go.
Qin Mingyan leaned close to Bo Liye’s ear, scrutinizing the scents lingering on her body with the severity of a wife catching an affair. A mix of perfumes blended with a faint alcoholic haze, it was impossible to tell how many people’s scents had rubbed off on her.
She should have been utterly repulsed, yet because these scents were carried on Bo Liye, she found she no longer hated them.
With a nearly pathological intensity, she embraced Bo Liye and whispered excitedly, “Sweetheart, shall I help you cover up all these smells? That way, you’ll be completely clean.”
Bo Liye offered no reaction. Her breathing remained steady and long, like a quiet sleeping beauty.
“If you don’t object, I’ll take that as a yes.” Once Bo Liye could no longer see her, Qin Mingyan finally stopped rationing her smiles. Her voice was light and cheerful, filled with the liveliness expected of someone her age.
However, the moment her lips touched Bo Liye, her gaze turned deep and distorted.
The warm earlobe beneath her lips constantly stimulated Qin Mingyan. With just a little pressure, she could leave a distinct mark. Whether it was the men or women who lusted after Bo Liye, they would all have to face reality when they saw such marks.
Her kisses traveled from the ear to the corner of the mouth, pausing briefly before she kissed Bo Liye’s lips almost frantically, greedily drinking in the sweet taste within.
In sleep, Bo Liye lost her usual haughty temper and overbearing commands, she wouldn’t push Qin Mingyan away during such an affront.
Her lips were soon kissed into a swollen state, glistening with moisture. Even her breath grew hot, letting out a very faint, “Mmm…”
Qin Mingyan stopped immediately, watching Bo Liye nervously.
Bo Liye’s eyes remained tightly shut, though the corners of her eyes seemed redder, a purely instinctive physiological response. After all, given Bo Liye’s spoiled personality, if she were awake and realized she was being bullied, she would surely teach Qin Mingyan a harsh lesson rather than endure it silently.
This realization emboldened Qin Mingyan further. Her kisses lingered downward, covering nearly the entire length of Bo Liye’s neck.
“Sweetheart…” “You’re so beautiful.”
With every kiss, she couldn’t help but praise her, as if piously worshiping the most perfect work of art in the world.
“I really, really like you so much.” “Don’t wake up, okay? I just want to kiss you a little, to help you wash away their scents.”
She kissed and rubbed against Bo Liye’s skin, her expression one of obsession, nothing like the cold, top-tier student she was at school.
During these past months of living together, Qin Mingyan had long since figured out Bo Liye’s body. She used one hundred percent of her focus during every moment Bo Liye was near her to precisely test the reactions of every part of her body.
For instance, at a spot a finger’s width above the base of the neck, she only had to suck lightly.
Bo Liye’s shoulder immediately gave a small flinch. She repeatedly dropped kisses all over the shoulder until Bo Liye let out another faint, sobbing sound. Even the legs beneath the quilt tightened instantly.
The area around Bo Liye’s closed eyes grew redder, and if one looked closely, tears were seeping out.
Qin Mingyan leaned over and licked them away.
They were sweet.
Qin Mingyan’s gaze grew even more burning. She picked up Bo Liye’s arm, sniffing it while leaving her own scent behind. She didn’t even spare the poor gaps between the fingers, prying them open one by one.
Gradually, the scents of others on Bo Liye were covered. Qin Mingyan hugged her tightly again, leaning into her cheek repeatedly to confirm this fact.
But…
Qin Mingyan swore she originally only intended to clean the scents off Bo Liye. Because of this, she had completely restrained herself, never once lifting Bo Liye’s T-shirt.
However, when she achieved her goal and held Bo Liye, intending to fall asleep, the soft body in her arms and the drunken state that kept her from waking despite the long duration of the kissing, persisted.
The flushed, crimson cheeks and the body she had licked, paired with a completely calm sleeping face, appeared even more erotic and tempting.
It was as if she were intentionally seducing her.
The unsatisfied malice in Qin Mingyan’s heart surged. Her palm slowly slid to the hem of Bo Liye’s T-shirt, her fingertips probing inward. With just a little force, she could touch Bo Liye’s softest places.
Yet, her hand slowly let go.
Bo Liye had never permitted her to touch those places. She was not yet worthy of touching them.
“Sweetheart… Sweetheart…” “Save me.”
Qin Mingyan’s voice was hoarse with longing. She caught Bo Liye’s right hand and pressed the palm against herself. “I’ve been so obedient. Give me a reward, okay?”
She leaned into Bo Liye’s embrace, one arm around her shoulder, the other pulling Bo Liye’s right hand close.
Qin Mingyan closed her eyes, her lips bitten almost white. “Sweetheart, can you feel my heartbeat?”
Like a resentful little wife, she complained to Bo Liye about her previous “violence”: “Isn’t it very soft? You bit me so hard before, it really hurt.”
But in the next moment, she kissed Bo Liye’s chin apologetically. “But no matter what you do to me, I won’t be angry.”
In sleep, Bo Liye was obviously not as flexible as when she was awake; her fingers remained limp, allowing Qin Mingyan to manipulate them. Qin Mingyan tried hard to recall Bo Liye’s previous “methods,” but she always fell a bit short.
She couldn’t help but grow impatient. Fearing Bo Liye might wake up, she went back to kissing Bo Liye’s lips, trying to find satisfaction in that act.
Bo Liye remained deep in sleep, incomparably docile as she opened her mouth, allowing Qin Mingyan to kiss her. Faint whimpers occasionally echoed in her ear, light, low, more like ragged breathing.
But it wasn’t enough. Still not enough.
Qin Mingyan’s breath was scorching. The impulse to lift Bo Liye’s clothes and the fear that Bo Liye would loathe her forever clashed repeatedly in her mind.
She couldn’t help but bite Bo Liye’s shoulder, indulging herself by sinking her teeth in, suppressing her own voice.
So fragrant. Her sweetheart was truly so fragrant.
Before leaving a lasting mark, Qin Mingyan let go. She buried her head deep into the crook of Bo Liye’s neck to soak in the warmth, sucking faint pink marks onto the smooth, delicate collarbone.
Finally, her rationality was defeated.
Bo Liye’s right hand was led downward. Qin Mingyan’s complex thoughts instantly went blank. Once the idea that Bo Liye was “playing” with her entered her brain, her body became uncontrollably excited.
Her narrow eyes slanted thinner and thinner, the corners turning red.
Bo Liye’s words from before resurfaced in her mind. If you wake me up, I’ll buy you a… then lock you in the room and make you cry all day.
Qin Mingyan’s breathing grew increasingly rapid. A shallow mist clouded her usually clear and cold eyes, as if she were being steamed. She was losing control, yet she couldn’t bear to let go.
She imagined the scene Bo Liye had described. Beads of sweat slid down her cold white jawline. Qin Mingyan’s gaze gradually became unfocused, her hair sticking to her cheeks in a rare moment of vulnerability.
Her tone was almost pleading: “Sweetheart, can I?”
In her dream, Bo Liye still had no reaction.
“Then I’ll take that as a yes.”
Qin Mingyan pressed down on Bo Liye’s fingertip. After a long silence of about ten seconds, she let out an excited laugh.
“Thank you for the reward, sweetheart.”
Bo Liye’s right hand was pulled out from under the covers. The poor fingertip had been rubbed red and was glistening, it was hard to tell if it was sweat or something else.
Qin Mingyan continued to snuggle against Bo Liye’s shoulder, staring at her unblinkingly, her entire being radiating a deep sense of satiation.
Only when the lust in her eyes fully dissipated did she lower her gaze. Her body temperature dropped, her skin returning to its cold white hue, becoming once again the version that Bo Liye liked.
Then, she embraced Bo Liye contentedly and fell asleep.
Bo Liye had a headache all night after her binge drinking. She was groggy, trapped in a dream she couldn’t wake from.
She dreamed that the stalker who called her “Sweetheart” had come for her again. That person licked her shoulders and hands, pressing her down to kiss her over and over. Most detestably, that person actually used her hand to do that kind of thing.
The dream was too real, so real that Bo Liye could almost feel the softness and moisture of the stalker in her sleep, yet she simply couldn’t wake up.
It wasn’t until the alcohol numbing her was completely metabolized that Bo Liye woke up. The moment she touched her own shoulder, a sticky sensation completely different from sweat caused her to let out a terrified scream.
Qin Mingyan, who was washing up in the bathroom, rushed over. She saw Bo Liye frantically scrubbing her neck and shoulder, heavy breaths escaping her mouth: “Impossible, this is impossible…”
Her whole body was shaking. Qin Mingyan rushed to hug her. “Bo Liye, what’s wrong? Did you have a nightmare?”
Sensing Qin Mingyan’s proximity, Bo Liye grabbed onto her like a lifeline. “She came. She was here.”
She gripped Qin Mingyan’s collar tightly. “She must have been here last night!”
Qin Mingyan acted as if she understood nothing, her brow furrowed deeply. “Who was here? It was just you and me last night. I kept the door locked.”
Bo Liye looked around the room in panic. Even the windows were sealed with anti-theft bars. But the dream had been too real. She grabbed Qin Mingyan’s hand and pressed it to her neck. “But feel this, this isn’t sweat, it feels like…”
“Oh, that.” A look of embarrassment appeared on Qin Mingyan’s face. She said, “You threw up several times last night, remember?”
Bo Liye’s trembling shoulders froze. She asked hesitantly, “…I threw up last night?”
“Yes. I saw it at least three times. It was just clear water.” Qin Mingyan took a nearby towel and helped wipe Bo Liye’s neck. “Maybe I didn’t wipe you thoroughly enough. You can take a shower after breakfast.”
Bo Liye still felt something was off. “But…”
She touched her arm again. The skin felt normal, nothing like the sensation of being licked by the stalker in the dream, it was relatively clean.
It seemed… it really was just a dream.
Bo Liye closed her eyes and let out a long breath.
Qin Mingyan leaned in again, touching Bo Liye’s hand gently. “Did you have a nightmare?”
Bo Liye opened her eyes. The panic was gone, replaced by logic. “It’s nothing.”
Qin Mingyan nodded and stood up. “What do you want for breakfast? I’ll go buy it for you.”
As the warmth left, the space in front of Bo Liye suddenly felt empty. The distance made her feel extremely uncomfortable, the feeling of being helpless in her dream seemed to entwine her again.
Bo Liye frowned and pulled Qin Mingyan back down, stuffing the girl into her arms. “I have no appetite. Not eating.”
Qin Mingyan’s long hair was pinned down. She gave Bo Liye a small push. “If you don’t eat, your stomach will hurt.”
Bo Liye gave a soft “Tch” and pressed Qin Mingyan’s head into her chest, not letting her say another word. “If you keep being noisy, I’ll eat you instead.”
Qin Mingyan immediately stopped moving.
Bo Liye yawned and lay back down, holding Qin Mingyan. “Sleep with me a while longer.”
“Mm…”
A few minutes later, steady breathing could be heard. Qin Mingyan, forced to lie against Bo Liye’s chest, slowly raised her head. Her submissive expression vanished instantly, her eyes looking greedily at Bo Liye’s face.
How could her sweetheart be this cute?
She had intentionally left one spot uncleaned, and she was frightened so easily.
So pitiful.
She wanted to kiss her again.