Chapter 110: (Extra)

After the Xi Family was “politely asked to leave,” Liu Ying took care of a series of matters and then turned around, seeing Song Fei and the others still in the living room, seemingly worried about the situation. Liu Ying’s heart softened, and she urged:

“You two have school tomorrow. Hurry back to your room and rest.”

Song Fei leaned over the back of the sofa and quietly reminded her, “Cousin Nie is still here. Mom, did you forget?”

“How could I forget? I was just about to send someone to your sister’s room to ask if she’s staying over tonight or going home.”

As she spoke, Liu Ying thought that Nie Lingbo might still be talking with her daughter, so she simply instructed Song Fei and Xiang Sixi:

“When you go upstairs, ask about it. If things aren’t finished, don’t rush the two Big Sisters. Anyway, the guest room is still the one she’s used to staying in. Whenever they finish their business, they’ll rest on their own.”

Recently, the Song and Nie Families have been visiting each other frequently, staying overnight from time to time. Liu Ying looked outside and saw that it was already late, estimating that Nie Lingbo wouldn’t leave. She casually ordered, not expecting the two girls in front of her to be particularly enthusiastic. After receiving the order, they dashed upstairs.

Their footsteps were so fast that it was hard to tell who was ahead. When they reached the door of Song Pianxian’s room, they both cautiously lightened their steps, creeping like cats.

Song Fei was more reserved, while Xiang Sixi couldn’t help but lean in closer to listen at the door.

Song Fei’s reservation lasted less than three seconds. After hesitating for a moment, she asked in an annoyed tone, “What are they talking about inside? Xiang Sixi, why do you want to hog all the news to yourself?”

Xiang Sixi turned her head, looking puzzled, and mouthed, “Nothing at all.”

Song Fei tiptoed over to listen for herself, and indeed, there was nothing.

When Big Sister and Cousin Lingbo were alone, they often could hear laughter and conversation even through the door. Why was it so quiet today?

Song Fei and Xiang Sixi exchanged glances, and then Xiang Sixi knocked on the door and said:

“Sis, is Cousin Lingbo going home today? The guest room is already prepared.”

There was a slight delay in response to the knock, and the girl’s voice sounded somewhat distorted through the door.

In the quiet and thick night, the two voices were neither too loud nor too soft, enough to distract Nie Lingbo for a moment, causing her hand resting on Song Pianxian’s waist to tighten.

A soft hum escaped from Song Pianxian’s nose, seeming like retaliation but also like a response. As she withdrew from Nie Lingbo’s lips, she lightly bit her lower lip, then half-opened her eyes, glistening with moisture, and leaned on Nie Lingbo’s shoulder to look towards the direction of the door.

In the cozy and tidy room, only a floor lamp remained on, casting a warm but dim light.

The French windows on the balcony were open, and the white curtains hung to the ground, swaying gently in the breeze, silently peering into the noisy desires of the room.

As the temperature rose, the breeze that blew in became scorching.

On the sofa, Nie Lingbo remained seated in her original position, but there was an additional person beside her.

The girl’s indoor shoes lay beside Nie Lingbo’s feet, with her knees kneeling on either side of Nie Lingbo’s body. She was wearing a lemon-yellow dress today, and as the skirt blossomed over Nie Lingbo, it resembled a hazy and elegant yellow water lily.

Nie Lingbo understood why she wore a long dress. Apart from complementing her temperament, it was also because Liu Ying liked to see Song Pianxian dressed like this.

And this water lily, pure and gentle in Liu Ying’s eyes, smiling quietly, was held tightly by Nie Lingbo’s slender waist and pinned to her, being playfully teased all over within just a short ten minutes.

She sniffed the sweet petals and delicately peeled away the outer layers of the flower to explore inside.

Tender and smooth, her fingertips touched the beauty’s skin.

Nie Lingbo caressed her inch by inch, sometimes with force, sometimes with gentleness. The force was because of her uncontrollable emotions, and the gentleness was due to the slight reluctance she felt when she heard Song Pianxian’s whimpering moans, feeling tender and compassionate —

But after a moment of heartache, there was a deeper and stronger malicious intent.

Nie Lingbo wanted to make her lose control, to make her waist sway wildly, her legs tremble, and her resistance collapse.

For several minutes, Nie Lingbo lingered beneath this delicate water lily, reluctant to leave but never feeling satisfied, always moving towards the most lush and juicy parts.

Only then did her family come to find her.

Nie Lingbo stroked Song Pianxian’s long hair, picked up a strand from the mess, and kissed it with her lips.

“Are you going to open the door?”

After a moment of indulgence, Nie Lingbo’s voice became huskier, more tempting. Song Pianxian’s ears tingled, and she held onto Nie Lingbo tightly, glancing at her wrinkled skirt, hinting at something:

“You’ve wrinkled my dress.”

So, how are we going to see people?

The remaining words were not spoken. Song Pianxian stopped at this point, propped up her upper body, and said towards the door:

“Xixi, go to sleep, we still have some time.”

Before the last words were fully spoken, the arm around Song Pianxian’s waist exerted force, and she fell into Nie Lingbo’s embrace again.

“Some time? Are you just deceiving a child like this?” Nie Lingbo chuckled softly.

“I am a bad Big Sister,” Song Pianxian admitted frankly, “but Big Sister is also—”

Her eyes shimmered like spring water as she intentionally murmured softly:

“A bad Big Sister.”

Nie Lingbo’s eyes deepened, about to lean in again, to firmly establish this “bad Big Sister” title.

But this time, Song Pianxian didn’t comply with her.

From the beginning, when she leaned in to whisper in Nie Lingbo’s ear, she had no intention of following Nie Lingbo’s pace tonight —

Although Qing Lu always took control of the intimate matters in the previous world and was now a charming Big Sister in this world, Song Pianxian hadn’t forgotten that this Big Sister still treated her like an easily frightened innocent girl.

If there were plenty of time, Song Pianxian wouldn’t mind following her pace.

But now —

She decided to reclaim the rhythm.

Song Pianxian grasped Nie Lingbo’s wrist, not too forcefully, but enough to stop Nie Lingbo’s movements.

Nie Lingbo raised an eyebrow, seeing that Song Pianxian not only restrained her but also twisted away from her.

She didn’t rush to chase after her, just leaned back on the sofa, following her with her gaze.

Her girl stood in front of the gift box on the table, reaching out to untie the ribbon on the gift box.

Was she going to open the gift now?

The dark green silk ribbon twirled around Song Pianxian’s fingers, accentuating her surprisingly white fingers. Nie Lingbo watched almost admiringly as the ribbon was quite long. She sat up and gathered a portion of the rich dark green into her hand.

With a pull and a tug, she gracefully brought the other end of the ribbon, fluttering like a butterfly, back to herself.

Sometimes, she really wanted to use beautiful ropes to tie Song Pianxian to her side.

This thought couldn’t be declared to anyone, yet precisely because of its secrecy and despicability, it spread and grew like damp moss in the dark depths of her heart.

“Can I use it on you?”

Suddenly hearing this question, Nie Lingbo thought for a moment that it had come from her own mouth.

She raised her gaze, meeting Song Pianxian’s eyes.

Song Pianxian smiled, with traces of water still on her lips, her words seemingly moist:

“Sure, Big Sister.”

Song Pianxian compared the dark green ribbon on Nie Lingbo’s body over and over, as if figuring out how to wrap this beautifully colored gift.

The ribbon brushed against Nie Lingbo’s wrist, grazed her swollen chest, lingered briefly on her delicate collarbone, and finally, as Nie Lingbo’s breathing grew deeper, gently covered her eyes.

She fell into darkness.

“Pianxian.”

“Here.” Song Pianxian took her hand, walking very slowly, leading her step by step.

Nie Lingbo didn’t remember that they had ever interacted like this before.

In the palace with its grand vermilion walls and azure tiles, Feng Yuexian once covered Song Pianxian’s eyes with a foot of light veil, and through the thin, soft gauze, delicate kisses kept falling.

Where the veil reached, the kisses landed.

Song Pianxian used the ribbon to lead Nie Lingbo to sit by the bed, kneeling beside her in the same way to kiss her.

Nie Lingbo couldn’t stand such intimacy; her hands weren’t tied.

Song Pianxian followed suit.

Song Pianxian was single-mindedly returning what Qing Lu had taught her in the past to the present Nie Lingbo.

When passion arose, Qing Lu would shed his royal robes.

When desire stirred, Qing Lu would savor the fragrant, trembling peaches.

When love deepened, Qing Lu would disturb a pool of spring water.

All of these were once used on herself by Qing Lu.

Today, Song Pianxian was slowly returning to Nie Lingbo the supreme pleasure Qing Lu had given her.

—Of course, there was more than just this.

If Nie Lingbo was willing to give, Song Pianxian wanted to take more from her.

On this moonless night, the darkness lacked the cold clarity and added a touch of sultry heat.

The only floor lamp in the room stood far away, watching the only active area in the room from a distance, trying its best to cast light only to the foot of the bed.

The light fell on a pair of small legs as white as jade, like warm jade covered in a thin layer.

Accompanied by faint sounds, it seemed like the owner of the body part had suffered something. The leg tangled the dark-colored sheets more and more, the arch of the foot forming a crescent moon, toes gripping tightly—

The floor lamp dared not look again.

After a while, a somewhat formed sentence faintly came:

“Big Sister, may I?”

From Nie Lingbo’s body, Song Pianxian tasted the sweet fragrance of wine.

Drinking alone among the flowers, nectar and jade dew.

The more you taste, the more intense it becomes, pulling out the fragrance of silver threads.

Even if one were sober, they would still be intoxicated.

Song Pianxian withdrew her hand and waited for a moment, licking the moisture from her fingers, scrutinizing Nie Lingbo with raised eyebrows.

Before today, Nie Lingbo had never imagined this situation.

But now that it had happened, Nie Lingbo didn’t resist.

For her, seeing Song Pianxian captivated by her, her attention completely seized by herself, was just as wonderful as possessing Song Pianxian.

Nie Lingbo didn’t resist.

Song Pianxian took the pass token, gathered her long hair to one side of her neck, and bent down.

In order to reach into the silver bottle, Song Pianxian gently opened the naturally closed mouth of the bottle. Because the honey inside overflowed, with a slight movement, it spilled into Song Pianxian’s hands.

Viscous and rich.

What was brought out during the movement but did not fall into Song Pianxian’s hands had to slowly slide down the delicate skin, leaving a dark water mark on the bedsheet.

The neck of the bottle was long and slender, leading straight to the inside, and particularly tender. Song Pianxian was careful when entering, and with the help of the water, she smoothly went in.

Her fingers were completely soaked in the silver bottle.

Moist and hot.

As Song Pianxian hooked her fingertips upwards, the honey wine became thicker, all gathering towards her fingertips.

Nie Lingbo’s body seemed to get hotter and hotter.

Song Pianxian asked her intimately, “Big Sister, do you like it?”

The response she received was Nie Lingbo’s physical reaction.

The mouth of the silver bottle suddenly tightened a few times, spitting out honey.

It was biting Song Pianxian’s fingers.

This was how Song Pianxian spoke to Nie Lingbo. Nie Lingbo’s eyes flashed with charm.

As Song Pianxian fed her fingers, she didn’t evade, letting Song Pianxian invade, letting Song Pianxian misbehave, mixing the two traces of water together, then kissing them gently.

Only in the end, lazily asking Song Pianxian, “Should we switch now? Hmm?”

A moment of indulgence.

In the early morning, Song Pianxian woke up earlier than Nie Lingbo.

There was no other reason, today was a special day, she was going to meet with Xi Zihua and sign a contract, which woke her up early in the morning.

She really devoted all her energy to the task, not showing any signs of carelessness.

Fortunately, they didn’t make too much of a fuss last night, so Song Pianxian didn’t feel uncomfortable.

Song Pianxian yawned lightly, awakened by the noise. She didn’t plan to go back to sleep, seeing Nie Lingbo still sound asleep, she propped her head up and looked carefully for a moment, her gaze falling on the ribbon next to Nie Lingbo.

She suddenly remembered that they only used this ribbon yesterday, and the gift hadn’t been opened yet.

Song Pianxian got out of bed very gently and walked barefoot to the living room, bringing the gift box back to the bed.

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Translator: Glariosa
Editor: Ruu

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