Chapter 61: Passion
Xia Lingying's soft body trembled lightly at Xiao Moyan's simple words. Her eyes filled with mist as she bit her lower lip and lifted her head, staring at Xiao Moyan without blinking. Seeing the warm smile in her eyes, tears once again soaked her cheeks. Xia Lingying reached out her arms, wrapped them around Xiao Moyan’s slender waist, and held her tightly without hesitation, using all her strength, stubborn like a child.
"Don't leave me again..."
Xiao Moyan, don't leave me again. Don't let me taste the opium of love only to cruelly abandon me. Don't...
"Mm... Xiaxia..."
Xiao Moyan's body stiffened. She was almost unable to breathe from Xia Lingying's embrace, yet the pressure on her sensitive spot stirred a long-lost, unfamiliar sensation. It was like a restless current of electricity rising from her lower abdomen, surging through her limbs. Her body temperature spiked in an instant, and her ever-smiling eyes narrowed slightly, the color of her pupils gradually deepening.
Xiao Moyan pulled down the icy hands wrapped around her waist and brought them to her lips, kissing them gently with soft licks in between. Her delicate pink tongue brushed against Xia Lingying's skin, staining her cheeks a deep red and washing away her fear. That familiar feeling rippled through her, seeping into her exhaustion from the past few days, sealing the cracks between them once more.
Xia Lingying felt so moved she wanted to cry. Lowering her head, she watched Xiao Moyan's focused expression as she kissed her hand. She stared at her own fingers, gradually tinged with pink, and the faint dampness that left behind waves of blush.
Xiao Moyan still loved her, still cherished her, and still cared about even the smallest details. She loved her wholeheartedly, unwilling to see her hurt. As long as— as long as this remained, it was enough. No matter how cold and ruthless she would be once the tenderness faded, Xia Lingying only wanted to remember this moment, to remember the Xiao Moyan who truly loved her.
Her body suddenly lifted, and Xia Lingying let out a startled cry as Xiao Moyan carried her in her arms. Looking down at her flushed cheeks, moist eyes, delicate nose, and familiar lips, Xiao Moyan's face lost its initial smile. In her bright eyes, there was a sorrowful loneliness she had never shown before.
She saw it. She felt it. She knew this was nothing more than a gentle trap. Yet Xia Lingying was still willing to be Xiao Moyan’s captive. She rested her head against Xiao Moyan’s chest, quietly listening to her heartbeat, and slowly closed her eyes.
Xiao Moyan held her firmly as she walked into the bedroom, gently placing her on the soft, flower-scented bed. She leaned over, hands pressing against the headboard, staring deeply into her eyes. Strands of coffee-colored hair brushed against Xia Lingying’s fair cheeks, tickling her skin, stirring the long-buried strings of love that played only for Xiao Moyan.
Xia Lingying lifted her gaze, her tear-filled eyes shimmering as she looked at Xiao Moyan. Slowly, she raised her right hand and touched her cool cheek.
"Xiao..."
Xiao Moyan’s slender fingers combed through the smooth, flowing hair, strands of ink-like black slipping through her pale fingertips. The stark contrast of black and white was striking, tugging at the heartstrings. Over and over, Xiao Moyan stroked it, never growing tired.
The two gazed at each other in silence. The desire in their eyes had long been replaced by sorrow, so heavy that even their breaths carried the pain in their hearts.
Xia Lingying stared at Xiao Moyan’s delicate face, her heart bleeding. Why? It was just love. She just wanted to love her. Why was it so difficult? In the end, who had broken whose heart?
Suddenly, Xiao Moyan withdrew her right hand. Without its support, her soft body collapsed onto Xia Lingying, pressing against her in an instant. Their trembling bodies fit together perfectly, their breaths mingling, their heartbeats pounding in sync. The faint scent of mint mixed with the sweet aroma of milk, lingering in the air like a smoldering flame of desire, igniting an ambiguous moment. Yet neither of them moved, letting the fire continue to burn in silence.
They simply held each other, arms wrapped tightly around each other's waists, feeling the warmth of their bodies, breathing in the gentle fragrance that surrounded them.
Memories of their past and present flashed through their minds. As Xia Lingying fell into a daze, a cold teardrop landed on her warm cheek. She turned her head slightly, trying to see Xiao Moyan’s expression, but the woman above her stubbornly buried her face in her neck, refusing to lift it.
Xia Lingying’s small hands clumsily pushed at Xiao Moyan’s shoulders, only to be met with a face covered in tears. In that instant, an unbearable pain spread through her entire being—one she had never felt before.
Spring is as before, yet people grow thin with sorrow.
Tear stains, red and damp, seep through silken gauze.
Xiao Moyan avoided Xia Lingying’s right hand, sat up from the bed, and put an end to this meaningless entanglement.
She lit a cigarette. Under the faint red glow, smoke curled upward, partially obscuring her melancholic profile. Her slender fingers flicked lightly, scattering a wisp of ash. Watching the rising and fading smoke rings, her sorrow felt just as fleeting and insubstantial.
Xiao Moyan turned slightly, narrowed her eyes at Xia Lingying, and murmured slowly,
“Xiaxia, there should be no more feelings between us.”
The hoarse voice carried endless sorrow. Xiao Moyan spoke each word slowly and deliberately, her dazed eyes staring into the distance, unfocused.
She would rather leave Xia Lingying than hurt her again. Those cold, mocking, and cutting words could never be repeated. Xia Lingying didn’t know that every time she was wounded, Xiao Moyan suffered just as much. Every sarcastic remark carved open her own heart.
But she couldn’t allow herself to soften…
From childhood to now, the only purpose of her existence had been revenge against Qiu Muying—to make her taste the agony of a broken family and torn-apart loved ones. If she gave up now, she could never forgive herself.
Since she couldn’t suppress her emotions, Xiao Moyan chose to sever all ties completely. There would be no more contact between them.
What Xia Lingying had always feared still happened. Her heart ached, but she forced herself to swallow back her fragile tears. She lifted her head and looked firmly at Xiao Moyan, shaking her head vigorously.
"I don’t want to. I won’t accept this."
Xiao Moyan extinguished the cigarette in her hand, slowly turned around, and stared at Xia Lingying with her long, beautiful eyes, unblinking. Her red lips parted, and she spoke emotionlessly.
"If this continues, I won’t be able to stop myself from hurting you."
"I know you won’t—"
Xia Lingying hurriedly interrupted her.
"Won’t?"
Xiao Moyan shook her head, stood up, and instinctively crossed her arms in front of her chest. She walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, turned her back to Xia Lingying, and looked out at the dazzling night filled with neon lights and indulgence. She let out a light laugh.
"I won’t hurt you? Xia Lingying, do you know, that tomorrow morning, as soon as I step out of this door, all kinds of rumors about you and me will spread like wildfire. Hmm, let me think, what would they be?"
Xiao Moyan spoke in a teasing tone, while Xia Lingying stood behind her, gazing at that frail figure, unable to suppress her heartache. She desperately wanted to step forward and embrace her.
"On the very first night the Shenghuang was established, you stayed in my room overnight. All the news would spread like wildfire, and the pure, innocent image Xia Ran worked so hard to maintain for you would be completely shattered. Plus, with the great reporter Fang in the journalism circle, all the gossip would be easily fabricated. You used me to climb to the top as the president of Tianhuang, used Gu Yuan to solidify your foothold in the entertainment industry, used your beauty and youth, and used that young, alluring body to sleep in one bed after another, gaining all the benefits. Heh, the board of directors would definitely never allow such a dirty person to take over Tianhuang. And I, Xiao Moyan, successfully transformed from a loser into a lovesick fool, knowing it was all about interest, yet still giving you everything you wanted—"
Xia Lingying listened quietly, her gaze still filled with that deep, unbreakable love for Xiao Moyan, unchanged by her words in the slightest. She knew, she had known all along that Xiao Moyan wouldn't forgive her so easily. With Xiao Moyan's nature, she would definitely retaliate even more fiercely, humiliate her. Xia Lingying had long predicted this, but she still couldn’t control her heart, and couldn’t stop thinking about Xiao Moyan. Even knowing it was deception and manipulation, she still foolishly jumped into it. In her heart, nothing was harder to endure than leaving Xiao Moyan. If there would be pain, then let it be thorough.
When that soft body pressed against her once more, Xiao Moyan almost froze in place in disbelief. Xia Lingying gently kissed Xiao Moyan's ear and temple, licking away the crystal-clear tears on her face, using her unique tenderness to comfort the woman before her, who had always pretended to be strong.
"Xiao, as long as it's you, no matter what, I'm willing..."
Taking a deep breath, Xiao Moyan turned around and pulled Xia Lingying into her arms, saying no more, holding her tightly. After a while, Xiao Moyan reached up, brushed aside her hair, and gently held Xia Lingying's chin, staring at her without missing a single detail of her face. When her gaze landed on her rosy lips, without a moment’s hesitation, Xiao Moyan leaned down and gently kissed her.
Unlike the usual domineering and strong demeanor, this time, Xiao Moyan gave Xia Lingying pure tenderness and affection. The gentle touch, soft lips pressed together, and the sweet, tingling sensation spread from the mouth. A soft moan slipped from Xia Lingying's mouth. The two little tongues roamed and intertwined, and the taste of Xiao Moyan filled her mouth. Xia Lingying only felt the strength in her legs slowly fading away. She could only open her confused and helpless eyes, looking at Xiao Moyan with a hint of pleading.
Unlike before when she was made to suffer, Xiao Moyan gently caressed Xia Lingying's spine. Her right leg slid between Xia Lingying's legs, curling up, occasionally brushing against her sensitive spot. Her steps slowly retreated, and they reached the soft, snowy white bed. She carefully laid Xia Lingying's body down, while Xiao Moyan sat between her legs, focusing on placing soft kisses on the back of her neck. Her arms tenderly wrapped around her slender waist, her fingertips gently tracing her waist, feeling her body slowly soften from rigidity, and her temperature gradually rising...
A light, sweet kiss gradually moved down. When it reached Xia Lingying's delicate eyelids, like a baby’s, and saw her eyelashes fluttering nervously, Xiao Moyan's heart ached a little. She reached out and lovingly stroked her hair, trying to help her relax her tensed body.
"Mm..."
Her warm, damp mouth enveloped Xia Lingying's soft earlobe. She, unable to bear it, curled her legs up, instinctively rubbing against Xiao Moyan's smooth legs.
Hot, so hot...
Xiao Moyan sucked the crystal earlobe tirelessly. The soft feeling reminded her of delicious candy. She stretched out her tongue and licked the earlobe gently. Finally, she took the cool little flesh out of her mouth and gently touched it with her teeth, occasionally biting it, wishing she could swallow it into her stomach. Her right hand, which had been lingering all the time, slid down from Xia Lingying's hair and slowly unbuttoned her clothes. Xia Lingying closed her eyes tightly, her cheeks were as red as blood, her chest was panting rapidly, and her breathing became more and more rapid.
Even though her body had already been loved by Xiao Moyan countless times, this kind of tenderness was the first time Xiao Moyan had given her. Sweetness mingled with a sense of farewell, making her heart tremble along with her body. As she trembled, hot tears slowly slid down her cheek, leaving behind a faint trace of tear marks.
She stretched out her tongue and rolled the fragile tears into her mouth. Xiao Moyan's kiss gradually deepened. She reached into the purple sexy lace underwear and kneaded the snow-white breasts gently. Her fingertips hooked the small bulge, twisting and rubbing it.
"Hmm..."
Stimulated, Xia Lingying instinctively straightened her body but was hugged by a pair of hands. Xia Lingying opened her eyes and saw Xiao Moyan's eyes full of lust. Her cheeks flushed and she bit her lower lip.
At this moment, Xiao Moyan only had eyes for the softness of the white rabbit. She exerted force on her hands and uncovered the hindrance. The released white rabbit jumped out instantly, trembling shyly between Xiao Moyan's hands. The timid little pink on the top was rendered erect and hard by the ambiguous atmosphere. She exerted force on both hands at the same time, skillfully rubbing the softness in her hands. As Xiao Moyan's movements became bigger and bigger, Xia Lingying's waist kept twisting. "Xiao... ah—"
"Good girl—"
Seeing Xia Lingying's forbearance, Xiao Moyan finally let go of her swollen breasts, and the plump nipples on her breasts had already blossomed like snow. The sweat that Xia Lingying had been sweating because of her forbearance condensed into drops and dripped onto Xiao Moyan's sexy collarbone.
Xiao Moyan's kiss continued. When the last thin layer of cloth left her body, she spread Xia Lingying's legs and looked at the deep valley mouth full of spring water in amazement.
"Don't look--"
Holding half of her face with her right hand, Xia Lingying's eyes were already misty. Noticing the burning gaze, she pushed Xiao Moyan away while panting softly.
Xiao Moyan nodded obediently and said
"Okay, I won't look."
"Ah--"
As soon as the words fell, Xiao Moyan lowered her head, stroked her long hair with her hands, and kissed the secret fragrant area. Her nose was filled with more and more hazy sweetness. Xiao Moyan seemed to be a child who had eaten honey, licking the amazing valley more vigorously.
"Don't - Xiao -"
Xia Lingying pushed Xiao Moyan's shoulders weakly, sobbing softly
"Don't, don't do this—"
"What am I doing?"
Xiao Moyan spoke vaguely, and the tip of her tongue hooked up the red, bloodshot lips, held the small protrusion in the middle, and sucked hard.
"Uhh—"
Xia Lingying tightly grasped the bed sheet under her with both hands. Every time Xiao Moyan sucked, her body would tremble, and she would obediently arch her body to Xiao Moyan’s rhythm. As Xiao Moyan's tongue tip speeded up and the force of her thrusts increased, Xia Lingying's body trembled violently, sweat broke out on her forehead, and her moans turned into vague sobs. She only felt the soft touch she had never experienced before in her deepest part, which invaded her bit by bit and pushed her straight into the clouds. The pleasure was detonated in an instant. With a roar, Xiao Moyan's fingertips tightened and were tightly wrapped, unable to move at all, and Xia Lingying's body shrank into a ball in spasm, curled up on the bed, and panted violently.
Xiao Moyan deeply gazed at the flower-like delicate and beautiful woman in front of her, lightly sighed, turned around, and quietly removed all her clothes. Without a sound, she walked to the bedside and embraced the still-trembling Xia Lingying from behind, pressing her chest firmly against Xia Lingying's smooth back with her body.
"Xiaxia—"
The name that twisted and turned countless times spilled from Xiao Moyan's lips, as if carrying an irresistible magic, reigniting every cell in Xia Lingying's body once again. The bone-chilling softness behind her made her already weak and sore body tremble even more. As soon as Xia Lingying turned her head, her lips were fiercely seized by Xiao Moyan. The slightly parted mouth from her gasp was instantly invaded by Xiao Moyan's tongue, taking over with force. The kiss was strong and wild, leaving Xia Lingying no chance to dodge. The tight entanglement of lips and tongues, unlike the previous gentleness, was filled with a forceful, venting intensity, sucking their mutual sweetness almost madly.
The hot lips and tongue spread down along Xia Lingying's lips, chin, and neck. The bites of lips and teeth brought a tingling shudder wherever they went. The messy breath sprayed on the exposed skin as Xiao Moyan sucked more and more downwards, stirring up waves of warm currents, accumulating in the lower abdomen and unable to be released.
The delicate palm with flames slowly fell on Xia Lingying's sensitive waist, and one hand eagerly kneaded her fully awakened fullness, and Xiao Moyan's lips followed...
The other hand slowly penetrated between her legs, moving up along the inside of her smooth thighs at a grindingly slow speed...
Heavy breathing accompanied by faint moans and gasps echoed in the room. Under Xiao Moyan's skillful teasing, Xia Lingying almost turned into a pool of spring water. A certain lingering pressure in her lower abdomen seemed to be about to burst. She could only hug Xiao Moyan tightly, gasping unbearably, subconsciously wanting more, until Xiao Moyan's fingertips gently and firmly penetrated, feeling her tight inner wall and the numbing electric current flew around during the slow friction. The pleasure that instantly soared to the clouds made Xia Lingying almost unable to suppress the urge to scream. The scream that was about to overflow from her lips was swallowed up between her lips and teeth by Xiao Moyan's passionate kiss as he leaned over again. She quietly felt Xia Lingying's sensitive body and every penetration of her fingertips would bring out her rapid moans. As the strength increased, Xia Lingying whimpered and hugged Xiao Moyan's neck tightly, her body shaking wildly.
"Xiao Moyan, Xiao Moyan, Xiao Moyan..."
With rapid breathing, Xia Lingying called out her name with all her strength. Feeling her urgency, Xiao Moyan moved her hands very quickly, lifted Xia Lingying's legs, and launched the final attack. Her body was penetrated again and again, and the heat from the friction on the inner wall burst out. But just when it was about to reach the peak, Xiao Moyan deliberately slowed down her movements and gently provoked her. Her lips, tongue, and fingers like flames wandered on Xia Lingying's body, setting off a shocking wave. Xia Lingying slowly sank into the flame of passion she deliberately created... Xiao Moyan suddenly stopped all her movements, just holding Xia Lingying's face with her hands, forcing her to look at him, and said in a hoarse voice,
"Xia Lingying, tell me, who is possessing you now, who is making you happy?"
Xiao Moyan's long coffee-colored hair, which had slid down her forehead, was already soaked with sweat. It slowly flowed along her smooth skin, gradually entering the proud spring colors on her chest.
The emptiness inside her, like sitting on a roller coaster, unable to go up or down, almost drove Xia Lingying insane. Her consciousness was on the verge of collapse. She struggled to open her eyes, looked at Xiao Moyan, and said, word by word,
"Xiao Moyan."
After getting a satisfactory answer, Xiao Moyan continued her final sprint, spreading Xia Lingying's legs exaggeratedly, pressing her fingers against her lower abdomen, and thrusting in with all her strength. The surging passion given by Xiao Moyan made Xia Lingying's consciousness fly away. She could only shake her head and gasp unconsciously, enduring Xiao Moyan's plunder, unable to say a word. Her hands sank deeply into the bed because of her forbearance, and her flower-like body tensed in an instant, blooming brilliantly for Xiao Moyan.
The climax gradually subsided, and the room was still filled with the fragrance of crazy love. Xia Lingying had already collapsed on the bed, breathing violently, and her snow-white skin was covered with dark red kiss marks. Xiao Moyan lay on Xia Lingying's smooth back, kissing her neck gently, gently stroking her hair, and feeling Xia Lingying's heartbeat and breathing gradually stabilize from the peak.
After a long time, Xiao Moyan forced herself to support her overdrawn body, walked naked to the closet, took out a few clothes, and put them on silently with her back to Xia Lingying.
Xia Lingying lay on the bed, her lips swollen and red from Xiao Moyan's kiss, and she looked ahead with empty eyes as if she had lost her soul. She still had to leave, right? She still had to leave her, why couldn't the two of them stay together and love each other like ordinary people, why did they have to torture each other like this, she had given up everything and was just waiting for Xiao Moyan to come back, but why was there only hatred in her eyes.
Sitting on the bench, Xiao Moyan absentmindedly fiddled with the buckle on her leather boots. She had to leave first...Just as she was in a daze, Xia Lingying's soft and weak voice gently floated over from behind her.
"Xiao... can you not leave... don't leave me."
Author's Note:
Ha, did everyone enjoy it? Six thousand words...
Yezi is carrying a little flower basket, coming out to collect flowers, ~