Chapter 5: The Boss And Her White Little Lotus
The villa was silent except for the soft rustle of silk, the faint clink of a medicine glass, and the gentle shift of bodies pressing together. Every detail — the light brushing of hair, the way Yu Liuxue's skirt trailed along Lin Qingyin's side, the subtle warmth of palms against skin — pulled the tension taut. Playful, erotic, heated, intimate.
Yu Liuxue's voice dropped to a teasing whisper, brushing against Lin Qingyin's ear: "Stay… just a little longer. Don't leave me alone, Qingyin…"
Lin Qingyin's eyes flicked down, steady and unreadable. She adjusted Yu Liuxue once more, firm and precise, before tilting her head just slightly. Nothing soft, nothing yielding — yet the tiniest flicker of awareness passed through her gaze. She did not break her calm, did not give in entirely — but she allowed the moment, let the intimacy exist, perfectly contained, measured, unbroken.
Yu Liuxue sighed quietly, satisfied, curling closer. This is just the beginning, she thought. She may be calm, untouchable, but she's mine, and I'll make sure she knows it… in every glance, every touch, every breath.
The night stretched on, quiet, tense, playful, heated — two women wrapped in proximity, the game of control and surrender playing out with every subtle movement, every teasing gesture, every breath shared in the intimate space between them.
The corner of the room held Yu Liuxue's suitcase, half - open, revealing a jumble of belongings peeking out like mischievous little secrets.
Lin Qingyin knelt beside it, flipping it open carefully, her sharp eyes following the directions Yu Liuxue had murmured earlier. Her hands sifted through the neatly folded clothes — and then the bottom of the suitcase revealed a series of colorful, glossy covers that made her pause.
"The Hot Little Girl: The Pure Wife of the School Grass," she read silently. Then, "Genius Baby: Daddy, Please Go Away," and "Leng Shaobao: You Are Playing With Fire."
Lin Qingyin frowned slightly, her lips pursed as she stared at the stack. Novels? Seriously? She blinked in quiet disbelief, unsure whether to laugh or scold. Carefully, she moved a few to cover with clothes, so the titles wouldn't be seen.
"None of them… did you forget to bring the medicine?" she asked finally, voice soft but edged with controlled exasperation.
Yu Liuxue's puppy - like eyes peeked up from the bed, tracking Lin Qingyin as she neatly arranged the stack. There was a hint of disappointment in her gaze, soft and vulnerable, and yet mischievous, the way only a white - lotus green tea could manage. "Mingming… I remember what I brought," she murmured weakly, voice almost breathless.
Before Lin Qingyin could respond, Yu Liuxue flopped back onto the bed, hand pressed to her chest, her back turned toward Lin Qingyin, voice soft but dramatic: "Qingyin… I'm so uncomfortable… I feel like I might die."
The system sounded in her mind with its usual deadpan timing: "…It's a pity Oscar didn't give you a Best Actress trophy."
Yu Liuxue's ears twitched at the sound. She lay still for a heartbeat, listening intently. From the other side of the room came soft, deliberate footsteps and the faint rustle of fabric, each movement slow and controlled. A delicate breath brushed against her ear, warm and teasing, and she closed her eyes immediately, letting herself be swept into the moment.
"Qingyin… are you still there?" she whispered, voice coated in faint theatrical desperation.
"Qingwu," Lin Qingyin's voice replied, soft, controlled, almost deliberately low, carrying that precise hint of restraint that made Yu Liuxue shiver.
Yu Liuxue felt Lin Qingyin leaning closer, her lips so near that the faint warmth of her breath touched Yu Liuxue's ear. Her clear, hoarse voice flowed like silk: "It's been so long… are you trying to get my attention?"
The words were light, almost casual — but the subtle certainty at the end made Yu Liuxue's heart skip. Her body stiffened briefly, a blush rising, but she quickly masked it with practiced playfulness. She rolled over on her side to face Lin Qingyin, eyes squinting, lips curling into a teasing smile.
"Qingyin… what are you talking about? What do you mean?" Yu Liuxue asked, voice innocently curious, but the heat in her gaze betrayed her — she wanted to provoke, to tease, to see Lin Qingyin react.
Lin Qingyin's dark eyes held hers steadily, calm, composed, unflinching. A faint tilt of the head, a slight narrowing of the eyes — it was subtle, almost imperceptible, but it was enough.
"I… don't understand," Lin Qingyin replied evenly, almost too even.
Yu Liuxue's lips twitched in an impish little smirk. She leaned slightly closer, letting her silky hair brush against Lin Qingyin's shoulder, her fingers ghosting along the fabric of the pajamas. "So… does that mean you do understand?" she murmured, voice low, teasing, dripping with playful challenge.
Lin Qingyin's hand moved ever so slightly, brushing against Yu Liuxue's wrist — not retreating, not yielding, but letting contact linger. The touch was electric, delicate, perfectly measured.
Every soft rub of her palm, every subtle adjustment, drew Yu Liuxue's attention like a magnet. Her chest fluttered, breaths shallow, fingers itching to explore, but she allowed herself to stay just close enough, letting the tension hum in the space between them.
Yu Liuxue rolled onto her stomach, curling a leg up over Lin Qingyin's knee, careful, teasing, flirty. "Qingyin… you're so frustrating," she said, voice low, tinged with mock annoyance and genuine longing. "You don't react like anyone else… but that's exactly why I… like you so much."
Lin Qingyin's gaze softened for the briefest fraction of a second, then regained its usual composure. She adjusted her position slightly, leaning closer without changing her calm, controlled posture. Every subtle movement — arm placement, gaze, tilt of the head — was precise, yet intimate, drawing Yu Liuxue in without ever giving up control.
Yu Liuxue's tiny hands twitched along the edge of Lin Qingyin's pajamas, teasing at the hem, brushing just above her waist. A playful hum escaped her lips, soft, breathy, and the small sound made Lin Qingyin pause for a mere heartbeat, eyes flicking downward.
Then she returned to her composed calm, but the faintest warmth lingered in her eyes — a quiet acknowledgment of Yu Liuxue's teasing.
"Qingyin… stay," Yu Liuxue whispered, pressing slightly closer, letting her warmth, her small, playful weight, press against Lin Qingyin's side. "I… I want you here. Don't leave me alone."
Lin Qingyin leaned in slightly, enough that their hair brushed, enough to feel Yu Liuxue's heartbeat through the thin silk. Her voice was soft, measured: "I'm here, Qingwu. I'm not going anywhere."
The words were calm, composed, but the closeness made Yu Liuxue's chest flutter wildly. She shifted, curling slightly, letting her leg drape over Lin Qingyin's, letting her small body brush intimately against the taller woman. Every motion was deliberate, teasing, filled with tension and warmth.
Yu Liuxue's lips curved into a mischievous smile. "See… it's nice, isn't it? Just the two of us. No one else… just you… and me." Her tone was low, sultry, playful, and the effect was immediate — the air thickened, charged, alive with intimacy and desire.
Lin Qingyin's hand drifted along Yu Liuxue's back, gentle, controlled, guiding, but never indulgent. Every motion precise, deliberate, maintaining the boundary between closeness and surrender, teasing yet restrained.