Chapter 65 part 1

“Get up!” Yan Shiqing’s voice was slightly hoarse. She wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, then forcefully pulled at Shen Qiaoyu’s collar.

But Shen Qiaoyu just lay there placidly, as still as if she was dead. She had never before felt that her acting skills were this good. She could even convincingly play a corpse!

And why would she get up? Given their unresolved issues, she had cheated on her girlfriend by sleeping with her girlfriend’s friend in the middle of the night. Yan Shiqing could now stand on the moral high ground and condemn her. How could she open her eyes to be reprimanded?

As for clearing up their issues? That was impossible. She hadn’t gotten her revenge yet! How could she clear everything up now? Should they clear things up and then break up? Yan Shiqing had deceived her so much. How could she forgive her? Clearing things up now would just be scolding her, and that would let her off too easily!

She had to marry her, deceive her in circles, and reclaim the situation bit by bit. Thinking about this, Shen Qiaoyu couldn’t help but feel a bit regretful about her loss of control just now.

She had only wanted to pretend to be asleep and accidentally kiss her. Who would have thought that Yan Shiqing would start pleasuring herself in her arms? Her hurried breathing brushed against Shen Qiaoyu’s face, and her trembling body slightly rubbed against hers. How could she resist? She was doing her a favor by not messing with her all night!

Just as she was thinking this, Yan Shiqing bent down again, irritably weakly pinching her face, and called out, “Are you still pretending?”

“I think you just want to pretend to be asleep, pretend nothing happened. So you don’t have to take responsibility, and can continue to be with Qingning peacefully!”

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“Fine, you won’t wake up? I’ll make sure you do!”

Shen Qiaoyu thought, “Huh??? This woman is so naively ridiculous. With that little strength of hers, she wants to deal with her?”

She pretended to sleep, with no reaction. Shen Qiaoyu even felt a bit curious about what would she do.

At this moment, Yan Shiqing was straddling her waist, her cheeks slightly reddened by the exertion. She pulled a disinfectant wipe from the bedside, grabbed Shen Qiaoyu’s hand, and carefully disinfected it.

Feeling Yan Shiqing’s actions, Shen Qiaoyu thought, “So, is that it? She suddenly found it a bit funny. This dummy, instead of thinking how to torment her into waking up, is tormenting herself?”

As she was thinking, Yan Shiqing already had her hand and stood two of her fingers up.

Yan Shiqing seemed to sandwich an anti-inflammatory pill between her fingers. Then, she propped herself up, holding her hand, and painstakingly put the pill into her mouth.

Shen Qiaoyu’s eyes were tightly closed, but she could already feel the warmth between her fingers. It seemed like Yan Shiqing was sucking on her fingers, with strands of saliva slowly sliding down, even falling onto her wrist.

She couldn’t hold it in. Her throat started moving up and down. But in the next second, Yan Shiqing’s fingers lightly slid down her throat, whispering in her ear, “I saw it… are you still going to pretend?”

Yes!

She’s not going to open her eyes today, not even if it kills her!

Shen Qiaoyu remained motionless, her silence only increasing Yan Shiqing’s annoyance.

“This damn woman!”

“Fine, if you won’t move, I will!” She bit her lip, her eyes filled with tears. She angrily propped herself up on Shen Qiaoyu’s chest and started to grind on her.

She even angrily grinds on her as if to vent her frustration.

But this not only tormented Shen Qiaoyu, but also tormented herself.

Shen Qiaoyu’s fingers, rough with callouses, rubbed over her p*ssy time and time again.

Even though she deliberately avoided putting it in, the color around her most intimate part deepened, the inner walls turning from light pink to deep red, with clear fluids continuously seeping out.

“Shen Qiaoyu…” Yan Shiqing softly called her name, tears welling up in her eyes. She tilted her head slightly, panting as she spoke, “I never thought you would be this kind of person. We grew up together, and yet you betray your girlfriend. You initiated intimacy with me and refused to admit it.”

“You’ve disappointed me so much!” She exclaimed. As she spoke these words, a low moan escaped from her lips.

Her voice lingered in Shen Qiaoyu’s ears, tormenting her until her breathing became irregular. Was she a wicked woman? Had she disappointed Yan Shiqing?

Frustration bubbled up within her – this little liar was driving her to the edge. How could she keep c*mming on her hand while saying such things?! Her hand was already covered in her w*tness!

She was both anxious and angry, her heart felt like it was on fire, leaving her restless. Yan Shiqing had lost all her strength, feeling like currents of electricity were shooting up her spine from her p*ssy. This left her limbs feeling numb. She could only rest for a while, sit for a while, and continuously moan.

This time, she didn’t have to hold back any longer. Her red lips slightly parted, enabling her to make any sound she wanted. But Shen Qiaoyu still showed no reaction, which made Yan Shiqing’s face turn red with anger. She sobbed out a word, “Woo… jerk!”

After c*mming hard it was as if tea had been spilled onto Shen Qiaoyu’s hand, flowing to her elbow, and some drops fell onto her waist and abdomen. Yan Shiqing sat down too hard, her legs trembling with anger. She fell directly into Shen Qiaoyu’s arms, unable to move.

Tears filled her eyes, falling one by one. She bit down hard on Shen Qiaoyu’s neck, biting out of spite, but in the end, she still couldn’t bear it. So, she extended her tongue and licked lightly, just like a kitten would do.

Her face was buried in her chest, pitifully mumbling curses at her. Yet, gradually, her consciousness began to blur, and she slowly drifted off to sleep due to exhaustion.

Shen Qiaoyu sensed her stillness and her breathing becoming regular. Only then did she slowly open her eyes and withdraw her hand tenderly, filled with affection.

However, Yan Shiqing suddenly shivered. Her hot breath brushed against her neck, making her heart race wildly. Fortunately, she only murmured unconsciously, “It hurts.”

Knowing it hurts, yet still creating such a fuss?

Shen Qiaoyu gently turned her over, covering Yan Shiqing with her body, and then, in the moonlight, she looked at her carefully.

Yan Shiqing, in her sleep, was blushingly beautiful. There was even a trace of moisture at the corner of her mouth, probably sweat due to the intense movement earlier.

Her lips were a vibrant red, slightly parted. Her wet eyelashes hung low, with her thin eyebrows slightly furrowed. She was indescribably beautiful, invoking an irresistible urge to comfort her.

Shen Qiaoyu used her fingertip to wipe off the moisture from the corner of her mouth, then she closed her lips, thinking that mouth breathing wasn’t good. She felt guilty, yet she kept reassuring himself.

This was the right way- the right way to torment her, just against her will.

Yet unconsciously, she leaned down to kiss her, gently kissing her moist eyelashes and her cheeks.

She carefully got off the bed, brought hot water, and wiped her body with a towel. When the wet, warm towel brushed against her skin, Yan Shiqing moaned comfortably in her sleep.

Shen Qiaoyu couldn’t help but laugh, then she kissed her nose and her lips. She took an anti-inflammatory tablet between her fingers and placed it in her mouth. Then she spent a while finding a box of ointment. Using a flashlight, she applied the ointment to her wound with a cotton swab.

However, once the cotton swab was inserted between her legs, it became wet quickly. Yan Shiqing’s legs unconsciously parted, trembling slightly.

Under the beam of her flashlight, she stared straight ahead. Her gaze fixed on the bud of a flower that couldn’t close its petals—it was vivid, delicately breathtaking, with dew from the early morning still clinging to it.

Her gaze darkened, and she swallowed involuntarily. As if possessed, she drew closer, her breath washing over the flower. It wasn’t until she was almost about to kiss it that her cheeks suddenly flushed red. She quickly got up, dressed her, and felt as though she had gone mad!

Hastily, she covered Yan Shiqing with a blanket and then rushed into the bathroom. After a long time, she emerged, carrying a faint chill with her. The moment she slipped under the blanket, Yan Shiqing unconsciously moved away to avoid her coldness.

Angered, she immediately pulled Yan Shiqing into her arms to warm up. Yan Shiqing struggled unconsciously, but in the end, she fell into a deep sleep. She was held firmly in the arms, her cheek nestled in the neck.

Shen Qiaoyu closed her eyes and curved her lips. Her breathing gradually became even before she finally fell into a deep sleep.