Chapter 28: The Boss And Her White Littlef Lotus
Three years.
Three years of unspoken glances, of hidden admiration, of restrained distance.
All of it condensed into this moment.
Lin Qinglan watched her carefully, a promise lingering in her expression. "Tell me, little Ruxue… are you ready to stop hiding? To stop pretending?"
Yu Zixue's breath caught.
Her heart pounded wildly, her body alive with awareness. The teasing facade she had worn for so long felt fragile now, unnecessary.
"I… I think I've been ready… for a long time," she admitted softly.
The words felt like surrender.
Outside there room, the world continued unaware.
Inside, nothing existed except the warmth between them, the shared heat of breath, the steady presence of hands that no longer felt uncertain.
For once, Yu Zixue did not think about strategy.
Not about Yao Yinuo.
Not about her mission.
Not even about Her system.
She simply stayed.
And in Lin Qinglan's arms, she understood that this moment — suspended and breathless — was something neither of them could pretend away any longer.
The night was quiet, almost unnervingly so, broken only by the occasional chirp of insects weaving through the tall, wild grass that surrounded the countryside retreat. In that stillness, away from the noise and distractions of the world, everything felt suspended, as if time itself had slowed to hold the tension between them.
Lin Qinglan moved with quiet intent, each step unhurried and assured, commanding without needing to announce it, yet laced with a closeness that made Yu Zixue's stomach draw taut. She did not rush. She did not falter. That confidence alone made heat pool low in Yu Zixue's body.
She shifted against Yu Zixue, letting the mattress dip beneath them, making Ruxue acutely aware of her own form and how perfectly she fit beneath Lin Qinglan's shadow.
Her hand found Yu Zixue's, clasping it with warmth and quiet strength, guiding it softly against the pillow as if positioning her exactly where she belonged.
Then, without a word, Lin Qinglan leaned in and brushed a kiss across Yu Zixue's lips, lingering just long enough to leave her breathing uneven.
The contact was unhurried, almost thoughtful, as though she were savoring something she had waited far too long to taste. Her lips drifted teasingly across the side of Yu Zixue's neck and along the delicate line of her collarbone. The bedsheets rumpled beneath them.
Lin Qinglan was above her, weight supported on one arm, the other sliding slowly along Yu Zixue's waist. The mattress dipped with their movement, trapping heat between their bodies.
Yu Zixue lay beneath her, hair scattered over the pillow, breath uneven.
"Sister Qinglan…" she whispered softly, maintaining that fragile sweetness she showed the world. "You're being unfair…"
Inside, her thoughts tangled.
She's doing this on purpose. She knows exactly what she's doing.
Lin Qinglan did not respond immediately. Instead, she lowered her mouth to Yu Zixue's throat again and licked slowly upward, warm and bold. Then she sucked, deeper this time, drawing a visible bloom into her pale skin.
Yu Zixue gasped.
Her fingers curled in the sheets.
"Sister… no… hmmm… it feels — ah…" Yu Zixue whispered, the last sound slipping out before she could stop it, betraying how much she was unraveling beneath Lin Qinglan.
Her voice broke in the middle, the sound slipping out before she could compose herself.
Lin Qinglan's lips moved downward, marking a path from neck to shoulder. Another slow suck. Another hidden bruise forming where clothing would conceal it tomorrow. She paused at the slope of Yu Zixue's shoulder, then traveled lower, mouth brushing along her upper stomach.
Strategic.
Hidden.
Claiming.
"You're reacting so honestly," Lin Qinglan murmured against her skin.
"I'm not," Yu Zixue insisted breathlessly. "I'm perfectly fine…"
But her legs shifted beneath Lin Qinglan, parting slightly.
Lin Qinglan noticed.
Her hand slid upward beneath the fabric covering Yu Zixue's chest. Warm fingers cupped her breast fully this time, palm firm. Her thumb circled over her sensitive peak before pinching it gently.
Yu Zixue arched off the bed.
A soft cry escaped her lips before she could swallow it back.
"Sister Qinglan… No… I…. Hmmm". The words broke from Yu Zixue in a breathless whisper.
Lin Qinglan squeezed slowly, kneading her softness with patient pressure. Her fingers pulled and twisted her delicate bud once, just enough to draw another helpless sound from Yu Zixue's throat.
Yu Zixue's composure cracked.
I shouldn't be like this. I'm supposed to be innocent. Sweet. Untouched.
But her body betrayed her completely.
Her hands slid up to Lin Qinglan's shoulders, not to push her away — but to hold her there.
Lin Qinglan lowered her mouth again, sucking another mark into place just below Yu Zixue's collarbone, then trailing lower to her stomach. She left faint bruised blossoms across skin that would remain hidden beneath stage outfits and camera angles.
"Tomorrow," Yu Zixue managed weakly, "we're filming…"
"They won't see," Qinglan replied calmly, lifting her head just enough to look down at her. "I made sure."
Her thumb rolled slowly over her sensitive crest again, and Yu Zixue's back lifted from the mattress involuntarily.
Her breathing fractured into small, needy sounds.
"Sister… please…" Yu Zixue murmured, sweetness clinging to her tone even as her body betrayed how desperately she wanted more.
"Please what?" Lin Qinglan asked softly.
Yu Zixue didn't know how to answer.
She was losing herself — losing the persona, the sweetness, the distance she pretended to keep.
Lin Qinglan leaned down and captured her mouth briefly, not fully a kiss, just enough to swallow the small whimper that escaped her.
Her hand continued its slow kneading, firm and possessive, until Yu Zixue's thoughts blurred.
The gentle, intimate pressure sent a ripple through Yu Zixue, making her toes curl involuntarily. The smooth line of her instep and ankle brushed against Lin Qinglan's skin almost accidentally — or perhaps intentionally — and it sent a rush through her that made her tremble with anticipation.
She hated how easily her body betrayed her.
And she hated even more how much she wanted Lin Qinglan to keep going.
Yu Zixue frowned, feigning reluctance, Her perfect blend of innocence and provocation. Her brows knit slightly, lips pressing into a faint pout, as though she were enduring something she had not secretly dreamed about for years. But inside, she was practically begging Lin Qinglan to continue, to bring her justice swiftly and thoroughly.
Lin Qinglan's eyes darkened slightly as she studied the delicate arch this delicate flower beneath her. So tempting… Every fiber of her… she wanted to devour this little jade completely, to leave her trembling and undone, every layer of pretense stripped away. She hesitated, fingers brushing lightly along Du Ruxue's side, resisting the impulse to go further too quickly. I can't just ruin her… not yet. Not if I want more than a fleeting night.
A small, calculated plan formed in her mind. She needs to remember this — to crave it, to beg for it, to desire it like she's never dared before. Once I taste her, Ruxue won't even glance at that stinky man Yao Yinuo again. She'll forget him entirely. And she'll be mine, every inch of her, begging to be touched over and over.
Every nerve felt alive. Every heartbeat thudded in sync with the subtle, teasing pressure Lin Qinglan applied.