30、病娇反派妹妹 ...
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The moment Shu Liqing's kiss faltered.
Her gaze turned inscrutable as she studied Bai Tu's dazed, flustered expression like a rabbit caught in sudden light. With deliberate slowness, she pulled Bai Tu closer, fingers threading through dark hair to cradle the younger woman's head. Her lips brushed against the burning shell of an ear as she murmured, voice gravel-rough with restraint,
"No regrets. I won't allow them."
The command melted into liquid persuasion, honeyed words poured directly into Bai Tu's bloodstream:
"Trust me. Let yourself go and give yourself to me."
Bai Tu's breath hitched. Was her mistress... hoping for something? Needing this surrender? She tilted her head, desperate to read the familiar face to see if there was hurt beneath that intensity, hesitation behind the hunger. She wanted to cry out her trust, explain her trembling wasn't refusal but the vertigo of first steps over some irrevocable edge.
Heat-hazed eyes could barely focus. Through the moisture veiling her vision, Shu Liqing appeared transformed and no longer the cool jade statue of daylight hours. Here was living flame barely contained, skin dew-damp and radiating warmth that enveloped Bai Tu like sweltering summer air.
As night deepened its claim, the woman above her felt less like human lover than some primal force and verdant shoots breaking through frost-hard earth, demanding nourishment only Bai Tu could provide.
"Mistress... Mistress... Mistress..."The pleas escaped like a kitten's mewls as Bai Tu arched upward, arms looping around the pale column of Shu Liqing's neck. Their lips met in an offering.
The answering kiss held centuries of restrained longing. One pale hand groped blindly before finding its purpose—fingers twisted the bedside lamp to life, casting their entwined shadows across the walls in golden chiaroscuro.
暧昧昏黄的光霎时充盈了整间卧房，白荼的眼睛看到这种暴露的光线，立马有些不适。
Shu Liqing’s kiss stilled abruptly. Her eyes darkened with unreadable intent as she studied Bai Tu’s wide-eyed confusion, the younger woman trembling like a startled hare.
Deliberately, she drew Bai Tu nearer, fingers tangling in silken hair to tilt her face upward. Lips grazed the fevered curve of an ear as she breathed words like smoldering coals:“No retreating. I’ll permit no regrets.”
The steel in her voice dissolved into velvet persuasion.“Trust me,”she murmured, syllables dripping like warmed honey,“Surrender to me completely.”
Bai Tu’s pulse stuttered. Was her mistress pleading? Needing this fragile offering of faith? She strained to discern meaning in the familiar features—searching for shadows of vulnerability beneath that molten gaze. Her throat burned with unvoiced assurances:This trembling isn’t doubt, only the terror of crossing thresholds where no footsteps echo.
Heat blurred her vision. The woman before her shed all resemblance to daytime’s alabaster statue—here was wildfire incarnate, skin glistening like dawn-touched petals, warmth radiating through Bai Tu like midsummer noon.
Night unfurled its velvet weight around them. Shu Liqing seemed less lover than elemental force—a sapling splitting frozen earth, roots thirsting for sustenance only this trembling body could yield.
“Mistress.”The word escaped as a whimper.“Mistress.”Again, breathier.“Mistress.”Bai Tu arched upward, hands clasping the pale swan-curve of Shu Liqing’s neck, pressing her mouth upward in silent vow.
The answering kiss tasted of dammed rivers breaking banks. A hand fumbled sideways—click. Golden light spilled across their tangled forms, etching chiaroscuro tableaus against the walls.
Hours of lingering intimacy had left slick evidence of arousal, the lamplight now laying bare every secret fold and shadow of Shu Liqing’s most guarded terrain.
Her fingers, glistening with proof of their prolonged entanglement, hovered with unspoken certainty. What followed needed no declaration—the body’s language transcended words.
Bai Tu shuddered as warmth pulsed where they joined, the sensation amplified by startling clarity. Muscles clenched with viscous insistence, heat radiating like molten wax beneath Shu Liqing’s touch. Yet paradox bloomed—a paralyzing thrill warring with a yawning emptiness that chilled her bones.
Real fear took root then.
Her body rebelled even as it yearned, thighs snapping shut around Shu Liqing’s wrist in an instinctive vise. The movement held contradictions—a tremulous resistance undulating against the pressure, hips arching in silent supplication.
“Please—”The plea escaped unbidden as Bai Tu arched off the sheets, arms locking around her mistress in a clinging embrace that fused desperation to devotion.
Shu Liqing’s arms tightened, desperate to fuse their bodies into seamless closeness—as if only this bone-deep merging could quiet the nameless dread clawing at her ribs. Jiang Mian exhaled sharply, shadows pooling in her gaze. A flicker of memory surfaced, hauntingly familiar yet distinctly her own, not some lingering ghost from this borrowed life.
Where did this phantom ache originate?
She silenced the question, attention narrowing to Bai Tu squirming beneath her—part plea, part surrender.“Hush now, little rabbit,”Shu Liqing murmured against the shell of a flushed ear, breath hitching faintly.“I’ve got you.”
The tenderness in her voice felt like sanctuary. Was her mistress restraining herself for my sake? Bai Tu wondered, heart clenching.
Driven by tangled emotions, she sought Shu Liqing’s lips—a drowning woman claiming air. The kiss bloomed slow and syrupy, a deliberate unraveling. Her mistress was weaving her a harbor of tenderness, spinning a honeyed dream to eclipse all earthly fears.
She wants me.
Simply.
Devastatingly.
Slender fingers breached without warning. Where hesitation had lingered moments before, Shu Liqing now moved with surgical precision—a conqueror claiming territory.
Pain crested sharp and bright.
Warmth enveloped the intrusion, slick and welcoming as if their flesh had been sculpted for this union. Bai Tu arched, every nerve singing as boundaries blurred. She’d surrendered utterly, body and soul.
Shu Liqing’s rhythm gentled, a study in contrasts—tender where she’d been ruthless, reverent where she’d reigned. Their sighs tangled like vines as Bai Tu’s hips rose to meet each thrust, no longer two entities but a single cresting wave.
When release came, it felt less like falling than remembering—some ancient truth etched in bone marrow. Shu Liqing’s name spilled from Bai Tu’s lips, half-prayer, half-incantation, as their bodies moved in primal synchrony.
A whimper escaped Bai Tu's throat, raw as tideworn driftwood, her arms locked around Shu Liqing's neck like kelp clinging to reef. Their movements swayed with the undulating rhythm of seaweed caught in moon-drawn currents.
Shu Liqing moved as if calibrating a sacred ritual—fingers buried in slick heat yet tender as archaeologist brushing dust from relics. Her kisses fell like autumn leaves upon water, each touch preserving rather than claiming.
Somewhere beyond the haze of tangled limbs, Jiang Mian observed with clinical detachment. Amusement flickered through her ancient consciousness, cold as starlight on frosted glass. This confusion was novel; millennia had not prepared her for watching her own borrowed flesh move in passion.
Shu Liqing may love, she mused, tracing the flush spreading across"her"borrowed cheeks, this mortal shell might even believe itself capable of devotion. But I—Her essence coiled tighter, diamond-hard.—am no more moved than glaciers observing spring's first bloom.
The body arching beneath Shu Liqing's hands meant nothing. The gasps meant less.
那么究竟发生了什么呢？
红莲，你到底隐瞒了我什么？姜眠在那一瞬间眼眸似火，血红一片，但眨眼即逝。
Shu Liqing’s lips trailed downward, skimming the delicate column of Bai Tu’s throat—then stilled, as if some unseen force gripped her. Suddenly she surged forward with possessive urgency, pinning Bai Tu beneath her in a collision of heat and desperation.
The abruptness tore a sharp cry from Bai Tu’s lips. Horrified by her own voice, she clamped both hands over her mouth, swallowing the sound whole. But the woman above her only grew bolder, fingers tracing every quivering nerve until Bai Tu arched like a drawn bowstring.
Eyes tightly shut, lashes fluttering, Bai Tu burned with shame at her body’s betrayal—the way her hips lifted greedily to meet those skilled hands, the shameless undulations she couldn’t suppress.
Shu Liqing’s obsidian gaze glinted like fractured jet, her movements growing frenzied, as if the very act of touch might consume them both.
Breaths tangled. Limbs coiled. They fused like crashing waves against unyielding shore.
Bai Tu met her fervor with equal abandon.
Yet gradually, the rapture turned merciless—a sweet agony that bordered on suffocation. She felt herself fracturing, dissolving, like fine silk unraveling thread by thread beneath her mistress’s hands.
Tear me apart, her shuddering flesh seemed to plead. Grind me to dust. Let me cling to you as ashes cling to flame.
When darkness finally claimed her, Bai Tu drifted into oblivion with a faint smile. There was no fear in surrender—only the quiet certainty that she’d forever belong to the hands that shattered her.
Dawn found Bai Tu feeling like she'd been steamrollered by a truck—every muscle screaming its existence in twin notes of ache and throb. She blinked at the unfamiliar ceiling, disoriented. A dream? But no, these silk sheets bore Shu Liqing's jasmine perfume. The realization crashed over her:Last night... with Mistress... actually happened.
Heat flooded her face as fragmented memories surfaced—entwined limbs, bitten-off moans, the desperate arch of her own body. Did I seem too wanton? Her nails dug into the sheets. But it was my first time... would Mistress think me...
She jerked upright to explain, only to collapse back with a whimper. Lead-heavy li
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