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白荼觉得有钱人家的日子过得就是奢侈，连打杂的工资待遇都令人叹为观止。
真是万恶的资本主义！
但想到拿着资本家给的高昂工资，白荼对管家连连点点头，一脸诚恳，那架势恨不得歃血以表忠心。
她接到的任务是清点酒窖里的酒，顺便打理卫生。也不知道是不是她的运气特别好，第一天上任，就负责这里。
工作量不大，可是酒窖的里的酒一瓶就足以让她倾家荡产，她拍拍小心脏，在酒窖里小心谨慎地四处观望着。
“你在这里鬼鬼祟祟的干什么？”本来安静的酒窖突然出现女人的声音，声音有些低沉和慵懒，像是刚醒来了的样子，尾音被拉长。
“哈？是谁？”白荼被突然出现的声音吓了一跳，转身一看，却没有人，不禁有些泛冷汗，难道是女鬼？
白荼看着昏暗的酒窖，除了一排排红酒整齐地排列在酒柜上，在地面上印上了一道道黑影，并没有其他可疑的东西。
该……该……不会是产生幻听？
白荼纠结着一张脸，心里揣着的一颗心砰砰跳个不停。
天灵灵地灵灵，我平生没做过什么坏事，妖魔鬼怪快点走开啊！白荼心里不住地叨叨，水汪汪的大眼睛滴溜溜打转转，慌张到不行。
“你是个傻的吗？”突然后脑勺一凉，之前的声音再次出现了。阴阴的，带着些调侃的女音，有着大提琴一般的质感。
白荼条件反射地回头，眼前的一幕让她吓得摔倒在地。
白裙长发，这不是女鬼的经典标配吗？
“啊~啊~不要吃我，我的肉不好吃！”
见女鬼没有回答反而欺身而下，离她越靠越近，白荼吓得连声叫唤:“啊~鬼啊！救命啊！不要吃我！”
“闭嘴，吵死了！”
女鬼的声音似乎有点好听，悦耳地像是山涧的清泉，虽然她在骂自己。
白荼突然安静下来，只觉得脸上痒痒的，暖暖的，女鬼的气息打在脸上是香香的，离她好近！
她不会要吃我了吧！白荼傻傻地想道。
反正也要死了，我倒要看看女鬼长什么样。白荼暗搓搓地五指张开，露出眼睛偷瞄。
“果然是个蠢的。”女鬼也就是舒黎清轻笑道，看着眼前蠢蠢的女主，她更想玩弄些新花样了。
好美！眼前的哪里是什么女鬼，她的呼吸是暖的。白荼下意识感觉到了温暖的气息。
昏黄的灯光打在她的发梢上，面孔是背着光线的，但是因为皮肤太过白皙，却清清楚楚地看到一张精致的面孔。
双眸似水，却带着谈谈的冰冷，似乎能看透一切，睫毛很长，缱绻一勾，恍若黑暗中丢失了呼吸的苍白蝴蝶，神情淡漠，恍若不食人间烟火的仙子。
“你，你不是女鬼吧？”白荼磕磕巴巴地问道，但抬头便看见那张脸就在咫尺之间，小脸刷得一下红透半边。
“你…你能不能离我远一点，太…太…近了。”白荼艰难地说完一整句话，在舒黎清听话地退后一步后松了一口气。
同时又有些落差，面前的压迫感没了，心里却添了几分乱。
“女鬼？”舒黎清嘴角一勾，声音也跟着九转十八弯，在酒窖里回荡，撩人的很。
“我……你，我知道你不是啦！”白荼尴尬地笑了笑，似乎在为刚刚的一举一动感到丢脸。
“你是新来的。”舒黎清面色淡淡，用了肯定的语气。
“对，对的，你是……唉？”白荼突然被舒黎清拉到角落，紧接着酒窖外传来声响。
酒窖闯进了两个女仆，身影窈窕。
“Hmm… are you sure no one’s here?” The round-faced woman’s voice wavered, tinged with nervous anticipation.
The ponytailed woman mumbled through parted lips, restless fingers already wandering. “The wine cellar’s rarely frequented… The master hasn’t hosted guests lately. Of course it’s empty.”
A teasing lilt crept into her tone. “Sweetheart, can you still stand?”
The round-faced one answered with a breathy, compliant hum.
Her soft body seemed to have been curled in the shadows all along, every inch alive with drifting sensations.
The shadows swayed beneath the dim light, undulating like the tendrils of deep-sea jellyfish, pulsing with a rhythm as dense as breath.
Even the cellar’s muted amber glow conspired to cloak them in secrecy.
The tiny, delicate dogwood berries felt like sleeping baby birds in her palm—like cradling her own gently throbbing heart. Their pointed tips, like beaks, pecked lightly at her skin, firm yet yielding. What truly softened was her palm and the fire stirring within her.
“They’re…” Bai Tu glanced up dazedly, only to bump against Shu Liqing’s chin. That’s when she realized how awkwardly intimate their position had become.
“Shh.” A jade-like hand covered Bai Tu’s mouth.
She was now fully huddled in Shu Liqing’s embrace, her back pressed against the softness of the other woman’s body. Shu Liqing’s presence enveloped her completely. Bai Tu should’ve been flushed with panic, but the faint scent of orchids drifting from Shu Liqing—like blossoms in a secluded valley—seemed to calm her nerves.
Yet how could she possibly stay calm? She’d just witnessed something R-rated, explicitly lesbian, and to make it worse, she was now held in the arms of a strange girl.
Bai Tu stiffened her trembling body, struggling to hold herself upright. She tried desperately to ignore the beauty pressed against her back and the vividly aromatic, visually captivating drama unfolding outside.
But how could those women moan so shamelessly—their voices wanton and loud enough to stain cheeks crimson?
The beauty behind her remained unsettlingly calm, breathing in steady, measured rhythms as if this spectacle were routine. She seemed moments away from entering the Zen-like trance of a seasoned monk.
The water’s surface remained undisturbed, yet Bai Tu realized for the first time how torturous its quiet ripples could sound.
Do women… really last this long? Her shoulders tensed. And has that woman truly fallen asleep?
She dared not glance at the beauty whose head rested lazily on her shoulder. Soft strands of the woman’s hair tickled Bai Tu’s neck, igniting an itch that spread through her veins—maddening, yet she couldn’t twitch a muscle.
The beauty’s scent enveloped her, unlike any perfume Bai Tu had ever encountered. Something rare, no doubt.
“I want it… Give it to me… Mmnh~” Round-Face's voice was soft and sticky, thick with a nasal tone. She swayed her body like a siren, undulating like a fish rippling through water.
“Never knew you could be this wild,” Ponytail chuckled darkly, her fingers teasingly hovering at the edges, refusing to dive deeper. “Always so prim and proper, yet here you are—utterly flooded. How should I contain this deluge, baby?”
Once tasted, mere shallow caresses could no longer satisfy Round-Face. Only deeper, fuller communion could quench the desperate hunger clawing inside her.
Beads of sweat dotted Round-Face’s nose. Her eyes glistened crimson, pleading through a haze of tears as she bit her trembling lip.
“Please… I need it… Give it to me…”
Bai Tu didn’t know how Ponytail felt, but her own skin prickled with goosebumps. And the woman slumped on her shoulder—how could she possibly feign sleep through such commotion? Was she truly frail, or just playing coy?
Shu Liqing’s lashes trembled like the flutter of a tiny feather, as if her eyes might open at any moment.
Bai Tu yanked her hand back as though burned, then feigned indifference while stealing furtive glances—peeking once, twice, like a fish skimming the surface of water, tentative and fleeting.
Gradually, though, she grew mesmerized, forgetting her childish game.
The faint light grudgingly crept in, haloing Shu Liqing’s features. Shadows and illumination conspired in the corner, blending into a haze of half-light—a veil that rendered the woman’s beauty almost otherworldly.
Bai Tu forced her gaze downward, only for fate to mock her: there, the woman’s delicate collarbones rose and fell with each steady breath, twin butterflies poised to take flight.
Her throat tightened. Heat flooded her cheeks, her heartbeat erratic. A restless creature thrashed in her chest, something primal threatening to burst forth, to take root and grow wild.
But there was no time to dwell. The woman’s eyes had opened, dark and fathomless as a mountain lake—still, yet hauntingly alive.
“Y-you’re… awake,” Bai Tu whispered, her voice hushed as if caught in an illicit act. The thought alone scorched her ears.
“Hmm?” Shu Liqing’s soft hum hovered between acknowledgment and question.
一声短却是撩人魂。
白荼颇不镇定地挪动了下身子，希望身上的那位可以明白此时的处境是尴尬的，而且是不宜睡眠的。
“别动！”舒黎清有些发小脾气一般轻咬了一口白荼的耳尖，似乎是不满这个人形抱枕当的不专业。
“我好累~”舒黎清有些委屈的小奶音立马抚慰了差点要跳出来，暴露地点的白荼。
白荼摸了摸自己被咬的耳朵，睁大眼睛朝舒黎清表示控诉。
你怎么可以一言不合就咬人呢，你怎么可以咬完人后作出一脸无辜懵懂的表情呢？问题是你一本正经地卖萌反而像是吃定了我似的。
白荼一边鄙视自己的没出息，一边心里数落这买完萌又继续闭眼的女人。她是上辈子没睡饱觉，这辈子成了睡美人了吗?
但是偏偏是她这样的反应，反而让她心安了下来，毕竟外面还在上演春/宫欢愉不是。
一想到活春/宫，白荼立马心惊胆战，一副良家妇女将要被.强的瑟瑟模样。
灯下的影子交叠起伏，如大海上的一叶扁舟。
，还差