RAHHSFL - Chapter 69

Chapter 69

Ruan Nan did the math in her head.

One room cleaned once a day. One room with two beds.

That meant... twice a day.

Such suggestive implications!

Ruan Nan was incredibly embarrassed. Looking at Qin Juran, who seemed to have it all under control, tall, elegant, looking good in anything, even wrapped in a thick down jacket, exuding a cool, beautiful, and naturally dominant aura.

Naturally dominant...

After putting down their luggage, Qin Juran went to take a shower. Although it was daytime in Switzerland, Lin Wei and the others were exhausted from the overnight flight. They decided to take a nap, enjoy the hot springs in the evening, and go skiing the next day.

A nap...

Ruan Nan sat at the table, her reflection staring back at her from the high-end vanity mirror. She felt a twinge of indignation. Before the love letter incident, Qin Juran had been the delicate, innocent flower, and Ruan Nan had been the cool, dominant one.

Ruan Nan looked at herself in the mirror. She had a high nose bridge, and when she wasn't smiling, her eyes held an aloof quality. So why did she feel completely dominated by Qin Juran now?

Hmph.

Just because Qin Juran was good with suggestive words? Did a sharp tongue give one the right to do as they pleased?

A sharp tongue...

Ruan Nan's mind wandered to certain images, her face flushing instantly, so hot she coughed. She quickly waved her hands, trying to dispel the thoughts. Qin Juran emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a bathrobe, to find Ruan Nan sitting at the mirror, waving her hands erratically as if possessed.

"Are you alright, Ah Ruan?" Qin Juran asked, puzzled.

After showering, she usually just wore a bathrobe, walking around the room with her long legs exposed. But today, for some reason, it made Ruan Nan uncomfortable.

The warm, damp air from the bathroom drifted out, making Ruan Nan feel even hotter. She shook her head. There was no point in being afraid; better to just not think about it.

She stood up, ignoring Qin Juran, and headed to the bathroom for her own shower.

When Ruan Nan came out, Qin Juran had closed the curtains. The blackout curtains of a five-star international hotel were incredibly effective. The only light sources left in the room were the two small bedside lamps. Ruan Nan didn't even get a chance to look at the view outside...

Qin Juran, her hair already dry, leaned languidly against the bed and beckoned her over.

...

Ruan Nan's heart pounded. She tried to appear calm, swallowing hard and taking a deep breath as she walked towards the bed. Her hair was still damp, and the faint scent of shower gel lingered around her.

As she approached, Qin Juran reached out and pulled her onto the bed.

Ruan Nan landed on the soft mattress, which bounced slightly beneath her. Her eyes widened in surprise. The next second, Qin Juran turned on the hairdryer, the warm air blowing as she began to dry Ruan Nan's hair.

The roar of the hairdryer filled the air. Ruan Nan realized, oh, Qin Juran was just drying her hair.

She relaxed, her shoulders slumping visibly, though her back remained ramrod straight.

Ruan Nan sat, Qin Juran stood. Qin Juran observed her subtle stiffness with amusement, a smile flickering in her eyes.

After drying her hair, Qin Juran applied body lotion, then held the bottle up, asking Ruan Nan if she wanted some.

Ruan Nan couldn't bear this slow torture any longer. As Qin Juran made her third trip to the bathroom, Ruan Nan stood on the bed and hugged her from behind.

The warm yellow light mingled with the floral scent. The long flight and jet lag made it hard to tell where they were.

"What's wrong, Ah Ruan?" Qin Juran turned, raising an eyebrow.

Ruan Nan, forgoing their usual banter, pulled Qin Juran back, making her "fall" onto the bed. Wearing a white silk nightgown, she straddled Qin Juran. "Come on."

Qin Juran, still in her bathrobe, which had fallen open, exposing her legs, looked at Ruan Nan with feigned confusion. "Ah Ruan, come on what?"

Ruan Nan leaned down, her voice low. "Stop playing innocent, Qin Juran!"

Qin Juran's hair fanned out across the bed. She looked up at Ruan Nan, reaching up to adjust the neckline of her nightgown. "Playing innocent? What are you thinking about, Ah Ruan?"

This "proper" gesture was the last straw for Ruan Nan. She didn't want to play word games with the foxy Qin Juran any longer. She quickly got off the bed, rummaged through her backpack for the box of finger cots, climbed back onto Qin Juran, and slapped the box down beside them. "Get it now?"

Qin Juran stared at the finger cots, then chuckled. "Oh~ You want to do it with Sister now?"

Ruan Nan froze, understanding the emphasis on "now." Qin Juran hadn't been planning on doing it now; it was Ruan Nan who, in her nervousness, had walked right into the trap...

Ruan Nan felt like she was in too deep to back out now. She couldn't let her carefully cultivated dominant facade crumble. Lifting her chin, she declared, "Yes. I said now, so now it is!"

Qin Juran's brow furrowed briefly as she tried to suppress her laughter, but she failed. Ignoring Ruan Nan's crimson face, she turned her head, letting out a few melodious chuckles. She grabbed a pillow, propped herself up slightly, and extended her long, slender right hand. "Alright then, come on."

Ruan Nan stared at her hand, momentarily stunned. "J-just like this?"

Qin Juran tilted her head. "Want some foreplay?" she asked, reaching to untie her bathrobe.

"No, no!" Ruan Nan quickly stopped her.

"Um, why did you hold out your hand?" Ruan Nan shook the box of finger cots. "These are for me to use!"

Qin Juran chuckled again, surprisingly not arguing, instead lifting her chin. "Then use them."

?

Had the vixen turned vegetarian?

Ruan Nan didn't dare hesitate. The mood was set. She carefully read the instructions on the back of the box, the print so small that Qin Juran considerately turned on her phone's flashlight to illuminate it...

After reading, Ruan Nan wiped her face and tore open the outer packaging. Dozens of small plastic packets spilled onto the bed. Despite her bravado, Ruan Nan instinctively recoiled.

Qin Juran smirked, picking one up and opening it casually. "Give me your hand.”

"..."

Qin Juran leaned back slightly, her long, white neck and the curve of her cleavage beneath the bathrobe incredibly alluring under the light.

Ruan Nan stared at the glistening object in Qin Juran's hand. She'd seen the packaging countless times, but seeing it like this, held out to her, filled her with shyness.

Ruan Nan almost bit through her lip. The further Qin Juran extended her hand, the further Ruan Nan retreated, almost hiding her hand behind her back.

Seeing Ruan Nan’s hesitation reaching its limit, Qin Juran’s patience seemed to wear thin. Ruan Nan rubbed her hands together behind her back, then, swallowing hard, mimicked Qin Juran’s earlier gesture and extended her hand.

Qin Juran took her hand, which was damp with sweat.

Qin Juran rolled the finger cot onto her middle finger.

"Done."

"D-Done?"

Qin Juran nodded.

"Th-Then what?"

Qin Juran tilted her head, indicating she was amenable to anything. "Whatever you want."

"I...I..."

Qin Juran beneath her showed no resistance. The underfloor heating in the luxurious room was getting warmer, raising the temperature in the room. Qin Juran slowly bent one leg, causing Ruan Nan to lose her balance and stumble forward. Qin Juran closed her eyes.

A foreign country, a fairytale town, a beautiful woman beneath her...

Ruan Nan reached out, wanting to untie Qin Juran’s bathrobe, but afraid of dirtying the finger cot on her right hand, she fumbled with the sash. The bathrobe slipped open, revealing a flash of white skin. Ruan Nan felt dizzy.

In their previous encounters, Qin Juran had always turned off the lights first.

Right, turn off the lights. She should turn off the lights first.

Disoriented, she climbed off the bed and turned off the lights. The blackout curtains were so effective that the room was plunged into complete darkness.

Ruan Nan fumbled her way forward, her knee bumping hard against the nightstand. The loud bang brought tears to her eyes. She instinctively crouched down, taking a deep breath. When the sharp pain subsided, she stood up and limped back towards the bed.

When she finally climbed back onto the bed, Qin Juran was still motionless. Ruan Nan kissed her, but Qin Juran’s response was lukewarm, almost perfunctory, not even a change in the temperature of her lips.

Ruan Nan, still afraid of dirtying the finger cot, held her hand awkwardly in the air, unsure what to do next.

The pain in her knee flared again. She had bumped it so loudly and crouched on the floor for so long, yet Qin Juran hadn’t even asked what happened.

And when she kissed her, Qin Juran hadn't even really used her tongue, as if now that she was about to get what she wanted, she didn't care anymore.

Just like those relationship advice columns said.

Ugh, what a player.

A wave of grievance washed over her, and her carefully constructed dominant persona crumbled. Ruan Nan deflated, her hand falling limply as she slid off Qin Juran. Just as she was wondering what to do, Qin Juran suddenly sat up, her white bathrobe loose around her. She pulled Ruan Nan into a back hug, deftly removing the finger cot from her hand and tossing it aside. Her other hand gently cupped Ruan Nan’s knee.

"Does it hurt?" she whispered in her ear.

"Yes," Ruan Nan mumbled, like a kitten.

Qin Juran took her ankle and, without a word, gently massaged her knee. After a long while, Ruan Nan finally relaxed, the feeling of grievance dissipating as she melted into Qin Juran’s embrace.

"Was that fun?" Qin Juran asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.

"You did that on purpose," Ruan Nan accused, still slightly annoyed.

Qin Juran chuckled in the darkness, pulling Ruan Nan closer and stroking her hair. "Ah Ruan, we agreed it was for tonight.”

"So eager, but it's you who's hurting now, isn't it?"

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