Chapter 60: Doubts
On an ambiguous night, with disordered dance steps, alluring laughter, the subtle touch of fingertips, and gentle breath in her ear, Xia Lingying's face turned bright red. She lifted her head, her eyes misty as she gazed at Xiao Moyan, who had a smile full of sweetness. Her body felt weak, all of her weight leaning into Xiao Moyan's embrace, breathing heavily. Her heart, which had just barely calmed down after much effort, began to sink again, bit by bit. She could only tilt her head and foolishly look at Xiao Moyan, her gaze gradually becoming blurred as if everything had returned to the beginning.
During the dance, Xiao Moyan had long shed the complex and cumbersome outer clothes, revealing her sexy and graceful figure. She wore a thin red gauze dress, and beneath her long, jade-like neck, there was a soft chest like smooth white jade, half exposed. A shiny wide cloth belt was tied around her waist, delicate and easy to break with a touch. Her long, slim, and smooth legs were exposed, and even her beautiful lotus feet silently entwined with Xia Lingying's equally slender jade-like legs, making an enticing invitation.
Xiao Moyan's large eyes were full of smiles, playfulness, and charm, like water veiling mist, with an enchanting allure. The corners of her small mouth slightly curled, her red lips parted as if inviting a kiss, exuding an irresistible, seductive femininity from deep within. Xia Lingying held her breath, gazing at her without blinking.
"Did you miss me?"
The warm and ambiguous breath brushed against her ear, like a tongue of flame, turning Xia Lingying's fair face red. She lifted her head, staring blankly at Xiao Moyan. The sudden wave of happiness had already shattered all her thoughts and soul. Xia Lingying was afraid, afraid that it was all just a dream, and that when the clock struck twelve, Xiao Moyan would once again heartlessly return her to the empty, hopeless Cinderella, never to look at her again.
As if to confirm something, Xia Lingying stared at Xiao Moyan, slowly extending her right hand to gently caress the cheeks she had longed to touch countless times in her dreams. Through her eyes, Xiao Moyan could see her fear and hesitation. She smiled gently, slightly tilting her head, and took the initiative to rub the cold, trembling right hand.
"Xiao..."
Xia Lingying continued to stroke Xiao Moyan's cheek, still staring at her in a daze, her eyes blinking but revealing tears. Seeing the tears spread, Xiao Moyan's smile froze on her face. A hint of pain flashed in her eyes. She tried to hold back her words, but the moment she heard a voice nearby, it vanished completely.
"Xiaxia?"
Gu Yuan's anxious calling could be heard, but Xia Lingying didn't respond at all. She remained entranced, staring at Xiao Moyan, while Xiao Moyan had already regained her composure. A seductive smile once again played at the corners of her lips. She lowered her head and breathed gently against Xia Lingying's sparkling earlobe.
"Baby, I don't want to do this here. Let's go somewhere else, okay?"
"Okay."
Xia Lingying barely heard what Xiao Moyan said. She was just staring into her charming eyes, instinctively nodding. When she regained her senses and realized what she had just said, her fair face had already turned bright red. She bit her lower lip, forcefully lowering her head. Xiao Moyan, seeing her embarrassed and awkward appearance, burst into laughter.
The dance steps shifted, and they passed through the crowded people. Xiao Moyan smiled with satisfaction, holding Xia Lingying's back as they slowly made their way toward the door with calm and unhurried steps. Before leaving, she couldn't help but nod casually at Gu Yuan, who had been staring at the two with wide eyes. Then, with her so-called "fiancée" in tow, she left with an air of arrogance and pride. Throughout the entire process, she carried herself as if she were untouchable.
As they left, the lights once again enveloped the entire hall. Amid the cheers of the crowd, everyone raised their glasses in celebration. On the side, Gu Yuan was already so furious that his hands and feet felt cold. He weakly sat in a chair, staring in the direction where Xiao Moyan and Xia Lingying had gone, his heart sinking deeper with every passing moment. From the provocative and flirtatious glance Xiao Moyan had given earlier, he certainly knew what they were going to do. He wanted so badly to rush forward and take Xia Lingying back, but...
Gu Yuan lowered his head, a sense of never-before-seen defeat appearing on his face. The woman he had always loved didn't even spare him a glance. All the eyes were on Xiao Moyan alone. Xia Lingying, with her hands lightly balled into fists, rested them against Xiao Moyan's chest in a dependent, fragile manner. When had he, Gu Yuan, ever seen that?
Xiaxia, if Xiao Moyan can really give you happiness, I, Gu Yuan, am willing to let go, but...
At the same table, Fang Ruolin raised a full glass of wine and drank it all in one go, her face dark and somber. She remained silent. Su Lianxue, as usual, stood by, expressionless, watching her. But if one looked closely, they could spot a trace of displeasure and irritation in her eyes.
Su Lianxue couldn't quite understand these people. In her eyes, if you liked someone, if you loved someone, you should fight for them and cherish them. How could it be like Xiao Moyan and Xia Lingying, who clearly loved each other but chose to torment and hurt one another? What kind of huge misunderstanding existed between them? After all, wasn't it just the grudges from the previous life tugging at them from time to time? All this talk about harm and deception—both of them had been around the entertainment industry for so long, and after being in it for so many years, did they really care about this? It was illogical, completely illogical!
Su Lianxue looked at Fang Ruolin, who was still drinking on her own, and a surge of anger rose in her chest. She reached out and snatched the glass from Fang Ruolin's hand. Fang Ruolin turned around to look at her, seeing the irritation and hatred in her eyes, and tears began to fall.
"Even you’re annoyed with me now?"
"No."
Su Lianxue answered succinctly, then lowered her head. It seemed like... she was a little annoyed. Annoyed by her infatuation, annoyed by her obsession, and even more annoyed by her refusal to let go... But wasn't all of this exactly what had drawn her in?
"Then why are you looking at me like that?" Fang Ruolin yelled. She vented her frustrations at Su Lianxue, whether it was about Xiao Moyan or about the person in front of her who had teased her just days ago and now acted as if it had never happened.
Su Lianxue looked at her with a blank expression, fiddling with the wine glass in her hand. After a long pause, she slowly whispered, "I’m just jealous."
"What?"
Fang Ruolin looked at Su Lianxue in shock. Su Lianxue gazed back at her, her right hand resting on the table as she leaned slightly forward, slowly closing the distance between them. As Su Lianxue's red lips drew nearer, Fang Ruolin tensed up, not daring to move a muscle. Meanwhile, Hu Feifei, standing nearby, blinked as she watched the scene, smiling maliciously.
Who would have thought that such a strong-willed reporter Fang would show such an innocent and fearful expression in front of the bodyguard? Is this another form of seduction? It must be!
Her body still stopped just before taking the final step forward. Su Lianxue shook her head, straightened up, and decided to no longer pay attention to Fang Ruolin. She stood up and once again walked away with grace.
"Women with big breasts and no brains..."
Fang Ruolin remained frozen in her seat for a long while, before turning around, her face flushed with embarrassment. She glanced at Hu Feifei, who was grinning with delight, shot her a glare, then turned to look at Su Lianxue, who was drinking her wine expressionlessly. Gritting her teeth, she spat out through clenched teeth.
"Asshole!"
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Xiao Moyan opened the door and shoved Xia Lingying against the wall. Xiao Moyan's right hand pinched Xia Lingying's chin, forcing her to look at her. Xiao Moyan's left hand wrapped around Xia Lingying's waist from behind, pressing their bodies tightly together, even making Xia Lingying acutely aware of the softness on her chest. Xia Lingying looked up at Xiao Moyan, not wanting to miss even the slightest detail of her face. Xiao Moyan's eyes were brighter and more luminous than when they last met, but for some reason, there was an inscrutable feeling to them. Xiao Moyan's high nose bridge, slender cheeks, and her face perfectly matched Xia Lingying's memory. Xia Lingying's gaze slowly shifted downward, and when she saw Xiao Moyan's moist lips, an inexplicable dry cough escaped her throat, and she involuntarily licked her lips. When Xia Lingying looked up again, her eyes were filled with Xiao Moyan's mischievous smile, one that seemed to see through everything. Xia Lingying's cheeks flushed, and she stammered as if trying to explain, but her chin was raised, preventing her from speaking. Xiao Moyan's tender lips forcefully pressed against hers.
"Mm…"
The long-forgotten taste that spread between their lips made Xia Lingying extremely excited. Xiao Moyan's kiss was still domineering. Her moist lips were like the freshest strawberries, touching the most sensitive nerve of Xia Lingying, constantly kneading her lips, her pearly teeth nibbling on her softness. Xia Lingying could clearly feel Xiao Moyan's smooth lips scraping every inch of her mouth, the dizzying entanglement, her tongue numbed by the kiss, her breath completely stolen. Xia Lingying's chest heaved rapidly, her hand lightly pushing Xiao Moyan's chest to slow down the rhythm.
Xiao Moyan sensed Xia Lingying's nervousness, her body slightly pulling back as she gasped and looked at her, the color in her pupils deepening.
"Don’t you want this?"
Xia Lingying lowered her head, tightly biting her lower lip, staying silent for a moment. Then, fearing Xiao Moyan would leave, she softly answered, "I just... I just need to get used to it."
Yes, she wasn’t just getting used to it; there was a slight panic in her heart. Xiao Moyan's attitude had changed so drastically, from mocking and deliberately hurting her to this tenderness and bone-deep sweetness. Xia Lingying couldn't accept it for a moment. Her sharp instincts told her that things were not as simple as they appeared on the surface. Xiao Moyan must have other intentions. But she didn't dare—didn't dare to voice her confusion and worries. Even if this were just a dream, Xia Lingying wished it would last longer. As long as she could be with her, it didn’t matter how. Don’t leave her alone again. She missed her. Now, she was truly here, right in front of her, her hands wrapped around her waist. What was there to worry or doubt? No matter what, she was Xiao Moyan’s, and Xiao Moyan would never hurt her...
Xiao Moyan froze for a moment, then her face bloomed like a seductive rose, laughing wildly. The hand around Xia Lingying's waist tightened even more. Xia Lingying, feeling embarrassed, flushed red and lowered her head, too shy to look at her.
"I'm not touching you for the first time. Why are you still so shy?"
Her warm mouth brushed against Xia Lingying's earlobe. Xia Lingying let out a soft moan, her legs feeling weak. She tilted her body and leaned into Xiao Moyan's embrace. Xiao Moyan's hot breath sprayed across her collarbone, the soft, numbing sensation making her instinctively pull her neck in, shivering slightly. Xiao Moyan gave an evil smile and buried her face in Xia Lingying's delicate, baby-soft neck, sucking lightly but firmly, leaving faint red and purple marks on her flawless, jade-like skin, loudly proclaiming her ownership. Xia Lingying's brows furrowed slightly, her eyes tightly shut, her body trembling lightly, breathing rapidly, her exhale fragrant like orchids. Her delicate hand trembled slightly as it gently pressed against Xiao Moyan's chest, fingers curling, wrinkling her clothes.
The unbearable touch on her body suddenly disappeared. Xia Lingying slightly opened her eyes, her starry pupils half-closed, her cheeks flushed with spring, looking at Xiao Moyan in confusion, the corners of her mouth slightly pouting, filled with grievance.
Xiao Moyan still wore her mischievous smile, her delicate, cool fingers slowly sliding down Xia Lingying's collar, gripping the soft mound. She whispered, "You ruined my clothes. I have to punish you."
Author's Note:
Sigh, it's been so long since I've written that... my hands feel rusty... Let Yezi find the feeling again.