Chapter 64.2

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Their lips met.

A sigh of satisfaction echoed in both their hearts. The kiss was wild and unrestrained, guided purely by instinct. They responded to each other’s passion—biting, pulling, lingering, devouring—exchanging love in the most intimate way.

When the kiss finally ended, Qiao Ziman kept her eyes closed, steadying her breath. It took her a moment to regain composure before she finally glanced down.

Her outerwear had somehow slipped off halfway.

And she—

Was nestled against Chi Yin’s chest, completely enveloped in her arms.

Her brain short-circuited for a moment before she realized what had happened.

!!!

Good thing I caught this early—otherwise, I’d be the one crying later.

“Put me down!” she barked.

Chi Yin, however, remained firm. “Remember your position tonight.”

Qiao Ziman narrowed her eyes, grabbed Chi Yin without hesitation, and flipped their positions in one swift move. With one strong arm wrapped around her waist, she carried her upstairs without breaking a sweat.

Chi Yin clung to her shoulders, hesitating before whispering, “Maybe… you should put me down? I can walk on my own.”

“Relax. I’m not that weak.”

Does she actually think I can’t handle this? Qiao Ziman fumed. Hmph.

Determined, she carried Chi Yin into the bedroom first, grabbed a box of finger condoms, then swept her up again and headed straight for the bathroom.

Chi Yin’s breath hitched. “Are we really going to… in the bathroom?”

A mischievous glint flashed in Qiao Ziman’s eyes, though her tone remained impossibly calm.

“Better safe than sorry.”

The bathroom was filled with swirling white mist, the air thick with heat and anticipation. As clothes slid to the floor, their eyes met. In each other’s gaze, they saw the same urgent, unrestrained desire.

The next second, their bodies pressed together—soft curves molding into one another. Their lips met again, igniting a kiss fueled by burning passion. It was feverish, searing, scattering traces of heat across every inch of skin.

As their movements deepened, Chi Yin’s hands began to wander again, instinctively seeking more.

But this time, she didn’t get her way.

In a swift motion, Qiao Ziman seized her wrist, twisting her arms behind her back. Before Chi Yin could react, a silky ribbon slid against her skin, wrapping around her wrists in tight, controlled loops—securing her with no chance of resistance.

Chi Yin’s breath hitched. Half-lidded eyes shimmered with a hazy mix of anticipation and helplessness as she whispered, “Qiao Qiao?”

Qiao Ziman’s voice was husky, thick with longing. “What’s wrong? Weren’t you the one who said you wanted to cry for me?”

With that, she tugged on the ribbon, pulling Chi Yin toward the full-length mirror.

“Watching alone is no fun,” Qiao Ziman murmured, her lips curving into a wicked smile. “Watching together… now that’s exciting.”

Chi Yin’s gaze lifted to the reflection in the mirror.

Two bodies entwined—limbs tangled in a scene of exquisite decadence.

Before she could process it, Qiao Ziman pressed a knee between her legs.

The sharp contrast of the visual impact and the undeniable sensation sent a shudder through her.

Her knees weakened.

Her body trembled.

She slid downward, unable to hold herself up. A strong arm wrapped around her, gently holding her up. Scalding breath brushed against her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

“Yin Yin,” Qiao Ziman murmured, her tone laced with teasing. “What did you mean when you said, ‘If they’re too small, and it’s not working, we can figure something out together’?”

Her hands traced upward, fingers gliding slowly across Chi Yin’s skin, traveling closer to her racing heart.

“Did you mean… this?”

Qiao Ziman’s palm pressed over the frantic rhythm beneath Chi Yin’s chest, feeling the wild beats beneath her touch. Chi Yin’s gaze trembled violently, her breath catching. A deep blush spread from her cheeks to the tips of her ears as she turned her face away, unable to look at herself in the mirror.

But Qiao Ziman wouldn’t allow that. Fingers tilted Chi Yin’s chin, forcing her to meet her own reflection.

“Yin Yin,” she murmured, her voice rich with intent, “if you don’t teach me… how will I know if I’m doing it right?”

“Qiao Qiao… don’t…” Chi Yin’s voice quivered, her body taut, as if struggling to suppress something deep within.

Qiao Ziman offered her one last warning. “If you can’t stand anymore… just tell me.”

The sound of running water filled the air, steam rising in thick, curling tendrils around them. A misted haze settled over Chi Yin’s vision, clouding her eyes until she could no longer see herself clearly.

In that moment of surrender, Qiao Ziman leaned in again, lips brushing against her ear, whispering the words she had been waiting to hear all night.

“I love you, too.”

Chi Yin’s eyes suddenly focused, as if something had snapped into place.

And in the next second—she crumbled. Completely and utterly.

Tears welled up and spilled over as her voice trembled. “Qiao Qiao… I… I can’t stand anymore.”

Qiao Ziman scooped her up and carried her out of the bathroom, gently laying her down on the bed. Taking a towel, she carefully wiped the damp strands of hair clinging to Chi Yin’s skin, then leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her still-wet eyelashes.

It took Chi Yin a long moment to gather herself before she finally lifted her gaze. “Qiao Qiao, can I ask you something?”

Qiao Ziman sat up, pouring her a glass of water and holding it to her lips. Only after she had taken a few small sips did she nod for her to continue.

Chi Yin hesitated, studying Qiao Ziman’s face carefully before finally voicing the question that had been buried in her heart for far too long.

“While I was in the hospital… who were you always talking to?” She paused, then added, “And why did you keep leaving? Where were you going?”

Qiao Ziman: !!!

She tossed the towel aside, planted her hands on her hips, and glared. “Wow. I almost forgot about this nonsense, but now that you mention it—are you actually accusing me of having someone else? Chi Yin, that’s ridiculous!”

Chi Yin quickly shook her head. “I’m not accusing you…” Her voice softened. “I was just… a little scared.”

After saying that, she looked up at Qiao Ziman again, unwavering, waiting for her answer.

Qiao Ziman: !!!

“What do you think I was doing?” She huffed. “I was obviously at the gym! How else was I supposed to make you cry?”

Chi Yin’s brain worked at lightning speed as she quickly nodded in agreement. “I see,” she said, reaching out to trace the defined lines of Qiao Ziman’s arm before adding with admiration, “No wonder you’ve gotten so strong. My mighty warrior.”

Qiao Ziman, however, was completely unmoved. She stared at the woman lying on the bed with unwavering eyes.

“Yin Yin, have I ever told you that the most important thing in a relationship is trust?”

Chi Yin hesitated before nodding… then shaking her head.

“We just started dating, and you’re already thinking I have another dog? What happens in the future?” Qiao Ziman huffed. “Well, I don’t care! I’m mad!”

She jumped out of bed and stomped over to the safe, squatting in front of it. With swift fingers, she punched in the code, pulled the door open, and pointed inside.

“This entire box of finger condoms is reserved just for you.”

She turned back with a glare, voice full of righteous fury.

“Until they’re all used up—you are not allowed to touch me!!!”