Chapter 26: The Boss And Her White Littlef Lotus
"Hello… I — I'm your fan. Can you… sign this?" Du Ruxue had stuttered, her voice tiny and uncertain, eyes flickering up nervously at anyone who approached.
The memory surfaced vividly in Lin Qinglan's mind: the tentative smile, the hesitant bow, the way Du Ruxue's entire body seemed to shrink in modesty. It was a striking contrast to the confident, daring presence she carried now.
Du Ruxue's cheeks had been pink, her eyes bright with admiration. She had barely dared to look up.
Lin Qinglan had noticed the way her ears had turned red when their fingers brushed.
She had been exactly the type Lin Qinglan favored — soft, delicate, shy.
But Du Ruxue had been engaged to Yao Yinuo then.
Lin Qinglan had no intention of stepping across that boundary.
She had no time.
No room.
And certainly no desire to hurt anyone.
Now, three years later, everything felt different.
The engagement was broken.
The distance erased.
And Du Ruxue — her Little Jade Snow — stood before her again, no longer timid, yet still carrying faint traces of that softness beneath the teasing exterior.
Lin Qinglan's voice dropped almost to a whisper, so low Yu Zixue could barely catch it. "…Yao Yinuo…"
Yu Zixue's pulse skipped. She let out a tiny, almost inaudible murmur. "Mm?" she whispered, tilting her head slightly, as if asking without really asking.
Inside, she tried to pester her system. What do you think, Aiyu? But the response was silence. Again. Sometimes she wondered if her system was even reliable.
Yao Yinuo has nothing to do with me anymore, she reminded herself fiercely, even as heat unfurled along her spine, betraying her composure.
Every subtle movement between them drew warmth through her body, each brush of air and shift of weight like fire crawling along her nerves. Her pulse hammered violently. Anticipation and fear braided together in her veins, each breath pulling her closer to the edge.
Lin Qinglan didn't speak again. She just stared, her expression unreadable, dark and steady, holding Yu Zixue's gaze like a tether she couldn't resist.
Yu Zixue forced herself to meet it, a small, calculated pout tugging at her lips. Good. Keep her focused on me, not him, she thought, savoring the fragile tension crackling between them.
Lin Qinglan's attention swept over her — steady, unreadable. She noticed everything.
The faint quiver of breath.
The slight motion of fingers.
The way Du Ruxue's body leaned forward unconsciously before catching itself.
Yu Zixue met her eyes and felt a shiver travel down her back.
She forced a faint, composed smile, though her heartbeat was anything but steady.
Then —
Suddenly —
Lin Qinglan closed her distance.
Yu Zixue found herself backed into the corner of the room, arms braced on either side of her.
Trapped.
The proximity made her dizzy.
"Qinglan…" she whispered, the sound barely escaping.
Without warning, Lin Qinglan's teeth grazed her tongue in a sharp, almost punishing bite.
Yu Zixue gasped, a rush of heat spreading through her as resistance melted away.
She leaned forward, arms curling around Lin Qinglan's shoulders, letting herself fold into her just enough before pride could protest.
Lin Qinglan kissed her again — fiercer now, insistent.
Their mouths met with urgent hunger, tongues entwining in a rhythm that was both demanding and relentless. Yu Zixue let out a soft whimper that quivered between them, and she felt the pull of Lin Qinglan's body, guiding her closer.
Lin Qinglan's hands moved along her back, firm and commanding.
Yu Zixue feigned a slight retreat, letting her lips brush lightly, teasing, before leaning back in, testing the fire she sensed beneath Lin Qinglan's restraint.
"Qing…lan…" she breathed, her voice soft and trembling in a way that made her chest flutter.
The syllable caught Lin Qinglan sharply, making her inhale.
Their kiss deepened, warmer, more demanding. Lin Qinglan's mouth traced along Yu Zixue's jaw, nipping lightly before returning to claim her lips again.
Yu Zixue's knees nearly faltered. A thrill coursed through her, a mixture of fear, anticipation, and desire. She leaned into the moment, yielding to it, while still holding a fraction of playful resistance.
Lin Qinglan murmured against her lips, low and deliberate. "You're tempting me."
Yu Zixue tilted her head, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "Maybe… Maybe not ," she said softly. "Maybe I like it."
Her words drew a sharp inhale from Lin Qinglan. Her hands shifted subtly, guiding Yu Zixue just enough without losing control. The tension stretched taut between them, silent and charged, impossible to ignore.
Yu Zixue let herself linger, savoring the pull, the unspoken claim, the dangerous warmth of Lin Qinglan's presence. She melted willingly, anticipating what might come next.
Her hands, trembling, found the corner of Lin Qinglan's jacket, holding on as if it could steady the storm she had provoked.
Lin Qinglan's fingers trailed over her breast, brushing lightly before pinching, kneading just enough to make Yu Zixue whimper. She tried to bite down on Lin Qinglan's shoulder, feigning restraint, but the heat that surged through her body betrayed her.
"Ru… Ruxue…" Lin Qinglan murmured, voice low, deliberate, reading the subtle surrender in her posture.
"I… I'm fine," Yu Zixue whispered, voice soft, fragile, but each whimper and half - caught breath contradicted her words. Her lips grazed Lin Qinglan's shoulder as she tried to maintain her innocent guise, but the gentle pulls and pinches made her body tip forward.
When Lin Qinglan's hands lingered, teasing and kneading in slow, careful motions, Yu Zixue let out a soft, pleading whine, curling against her lips. She wasn't asking for more, yet her body leaned into the sensation, betraying every attempt at composure.
"Qing…lan…" she moaned, biting lightly again, cheeks flushing, trying to veil her surrender in her white - lotus playfulness. The subtle pinches and pulls had her voice rising involuntarily, a mixture of frustration and longing spilling into breathy sounds.
Every time Lin Qinglan paused, Yu Zixue whimpered softly, shoulders shifting, leaning closer without words. And the moment Lin Qinglan resumed, she moaned again, breath catching, lips parting, almost begging silently for a kiss, every sound betraying her attempted innocence.
Her fingers dug into the corner of Lin Qinglan's jacket, knuckles white, as though holding on could anchor her to herself.
"Kiss me…" Yu Zixue breathed, voice trembling, soft but insistent, almost pleading.
Lin Qinglan froze for a heartbeat, surprise flickering in her eyes. Her Little Jade Snow… reacting like this? The thought made something dark and sharp stir inside her, a mixture of amusement and desire. She leaned down, pressing her lips to Du Ruxue's in a slow, consuming kiss.
What startled Lin Qinglan most was her response — Du Ruxue didn't just accept it. Her lips parted, tongue tracing lightly against her, hesitating only for a fraction, testing, exploring. She was pushing back, trying to dominate, yet still fragile, hesitant, caught between restraint and surrender.
Lin Qinglan's hands tightened slightly, feeling the tension radiating off her, and a low, dark laugh slipped past her lips. So this pretentious, delicate girl… can be pushed to the edge. And I can't wait to punish her.
Yu Zixue's movements pressed closer, her body giving in even as her mind tried to maintain the white - lotus innocence, the contrast driving Lin Qinglan wild.