Chapter 48

The sound of water droplets in the bathroom could be distinctly heard as they slid down her pale legs, trickling over her ankles before finally hitting the floor.

Turning the shower on again, Shen Qiaoyu’s usually cool face flushed with inviting warmth. She was bathed by the hot water, causing her body to grow increasingly feverish.

The voice of Qingning echoed in her ears repeatedly, like a soft whisper—quiet, gentle, akin to a kitten pressing its paws against her chest, teasing and provoking her heart rate into disarray.

The woman’s voice on the other end of the phone intertwined with her own light panting as if they were truly together. Their sounds rhythmically enacted what they were engaged in.

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Next to the pillow, there were used wet wipes for hand sanitation, a few of which had been used.

With half her face buried in the pillow, Yan Shiqing tightly clutched it with one hand, while her other hand moved downwards, hidden under the blanket. She deliberately suppressed her voice, fearing that Shen Qiaoyu in the bathroom might hear her, yet desiring her sounds to travel through the phone and tempt the other.

Under this intense scenario, her entire body trembled slightly, and her brain frenetically secreted dopamine, bringing her to a climax despite the encounter having barely begun.

Gradually, mist clouded her eyes, with an unhealthy flush tainting her cheeks. Her lips were slightly parted as she gasped for air.

She clutched the pillow tightly in a futile attempt to alleviate what she was feeling. Unconsciously, the blanket had slipped down to her waist, and her shirt was slightly ruffled upwards, revealing a slender and tender waistline that trembled slightly.

From the other end of the phone came a voice, “Qingning…”

“Mmm…” In discomfort, she called out to the other party, “Qiao Qiao, help me… I’m so close…”

As she cried out for help, her consciousness became hazy. Her light brown hair was scattered over her shoulders, with some strands damp with sweat sticking to her neck. This accentuated her delicate skin, which seemed almost luminous. Her lips were slightly parted as she continuously let out weak sounds into the phone, pleading for rescue.

In reality, she wished the other person could be by her side, and that she wouldn’t have to hide anymore. She yearned to be embraced by her and to have her help, rather than just fantasizing as she was doing now.

But she was afraid—afraid of how she would react if she knew the truth. She couldn’t imagine how Shen Qiaoyu would treat her if she were to become angry.

Thus, her lies kept growing bigger to the point where she had maliciously immersed herself in these two identities. She wanted to use Qingning’s persona to get Shen Qiaoyu to take the initiative to learn about her and ask her about the orphanage.

And if the day when the truth unraveled were to come, she thought she would surely not regret it.

Without this lie, she would never have been able to get close to Shen Qiaoyu and would never have experienced these happy days.

Tears welled up in Yan Shiqing’s eyes as she repeated Shen Qiaoyu’s name over and over again, becoming increasingly indulged in it.

Unbeknownst to anyone, beneath the blanket, another scene unfolded – the thong she wore had a unique design. It consisted of two black strings tied around her waist, with a short silver chain hanging between them. The end of the chain was connected to another string, tucked into the seam, forming a T-shape.

At that moment, her fingers pressed against the delicate thread, swallowed up in the warmth of the tide.

The slightly rough texture of the thread enhanced the urgency in her voice as she spoke rapidly on the phone.

…

Shen Qiaoyu could only listen to her voice through the phone, her heart racing uncontrollably. She silently turned off the shower, feeling unbearably restless.

Her breathing was uneven as she leaned against the wall, occasionally emitting hoarse sounds in response to the caller. Unaware that these sounds were the best catalyst for a woman.

Soon enough, she heard Qingning’s out-of-control and surprised voice on the other end of the phone.

The initial part was filled with a lack of control, while the latter came as a sudden exclamation as if something was remembered.

“Ah, ah, Qiao Qiao… my dish is probably burning!”

“Oh, what should I do…”

Yan Shiqing buried her face in the pillow, her wet eyelashes and trembling legs expressing her surprise.

It was an unexpectedly sudden situation that caught her off guard.

On the other hand, Shen Qiaoyu couldn’t help but laugh. She reassured Yan Shiqing, saying, “It’s okay. Are you eating alone? You can just cook another dish later.”

“And also,” she added, “Didn’t we agree that you would wait for me?”

Hearing this, Yan Shiqing hurriedly sat up slightly and pulled a wet tissue from beside the pillow. Slowly wiping the dewiness from her fingertips, she looked down and bit her lip as she said, “It’s clearly because you’re too slow.”

“I don’t care, you have to keep me company,” Shen Qiaoyu teased her intentionally. In reality, she had already withdrawn her hand, rinsed it, and started getting dressed.

The woman on the other end of the phone seemed oblivious, pulling her legs closer upon hearing Yan Shiqing say, “I don’t want to come anymore.”

“I was just cooking, and even though I disinfected everything, it still feels unclean. Besides, I can’t seem to find that spot, and the more I try, the more uncomfortable it becomes. It’s better if you don’t come at all…”

“I really wish you could help me…”

Her voice trembled with a coquettish plea that made Shen Qiaoyu wish she could travel through the internet cables to be by Yan Shiqing’s side, holding her tightly, kissing her passionately, and showing her in person where each of her ‘spots’ were.

In reality, Yan Shiqing’s physical needs weren’t that intense; it was more about the fire burning within her, a longing to kiss and be close to Shen Qiaoyu.

What truly ignited her emotions wasn’t the act itself, but rather the other person’s voice, their reactions, and their tender touch.

Yan Shiqing found pleasuring herself quite mundane, merely a means to extinguish the fire. Compared to her own touch, she preferred the warmth of another person, the ability to move freely within it, to feel like swimming with a sense of freedom.

Blushing at these thoughts, Shen Qiaoyu began to dress and told Yan Shiqing, “Okay, I won’t tease you anymore. I really have to go out—it doesn’t feel right leaving Yan Shiqing to cook alone.”

Yan Shiqing was startled by Shen Qiaoyu’s words and immediately grew nervous upon hearing the rustling sounds of clothing over the phone. She hurriedly got out of bed and frantically stuffed paper into her pants, urging Shen Qiaoyu, “Don’t rush, let’s talk a little longer.”

“We can continue talking outside,” Shen Qiaoyu replied.

“I’ll go take care of the food first! It’s burning!” Yan Shiqing quickly ended the call and threw off the covers, dissipating a lingering fragrance in the room, before rushing out immediately.

She felt a sudden rush as if her period had arrived unexpectedly. The tissues seemed useless, causing immediate leakage, and the string felt stuck inside.

However, she could hear sounds coming from the bathroom. Fearful of being discovered by Shen Qiaoyu, she pretended to know what she was doing and lifted the pot lid.

Fortunately, she had added plenty of water earlier, so the food hadn’t turned into a complete disaster. She hurriedly attempted to salvage it.

Meanwhile, Shen Qiaoyu had finished showering and emerged from the bathroom.

The weather tonight was just as cold as the previous night.

Shen Qiaoyu, wearing a black turtleneck sweater and cozy sweatpants, stepped out with a serious expression. “Sorry for taking so long in the shower. Do you need any help?” she asked.

Yan Shiqing, avoiding eye contact, blushed under the warm glow of the fire. Her seductive charm shone through her eyes, and sweat dampened her hair at the temples.

Trying to appear busy, she cleared her throat and deliberately adopted a clearer voice. “It’s alright, I’ll finish cooking first, and then I’ll shower. How about you change the sheets? I accidentally spilled a drink on them earlier, and we won’t be able to sleep on them unless they’re changed.”

“Do we have clean sheets available? Take down the dirty ones and put them in the basin. I’ll wash them since I’m the one who made them dirty.”

Yan Shiqing nervously clutched the spatula, fearful that Shen Qiaoyu would notice anything amiss. She noticed that Shen Qiaoyu had been observing her.

Fortunately, Shen Qiaoyu just handed her some tissues and went into the room, saying, “You’re sweating. I’ll change the sheets, and you can check on the cooking when I’m done. Go take a shower.”

“Mhm,” Yan Shiqing promptly responded, but couldn’t help but worry.

She claimed it was a spill, hoping it wouldn’t be discovered, right?

If only she hadn’t been so rushed – she should have put something underneath.

Feeling a bit frustrated, she quickly improved her mood by looking at the note in her hand, smiling, and wiping away her sweat.

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Inside the room.

Shen Qiaoyu couldn’t help but let her mind wander upon seeing the disinfectant wet wipes by the bed. These wipes seemed to be used for cleaning hands or tools before and after particular activities.

She had coincidentally seen the same packaging while browsing a toy shopping website. However, it was also possible that Yan Shiqing used them in her daily life.

Quickly dismissing these thoughts, she moved on to changing the sheets.

Sure enough, there was a noticeable damp patch on the plain sheets. Shen Qiaoyu carried them to the bathroom, soaked and washed them thoroughly, and then returned to assist Yan Shiqing with the cooking.

Observing Shen Qiaoyu’s return without any hint of suspicion, Yan Shiqing hurried into the room to take a shower.

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