After Escaping Marriage - Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Cheng Zhanxi's face flushed crimson.
Yu Qingtang's kisses left her stiff as a board, only occasionally twitching like a fish out of water when stimulated by her cool lips.
Yu Qingtang brushed back a strand of hair, released her grip on Cheng Zhanxi's slender waist, propped herself up on one bent knee, and looked down at her, frowning. "You don't know how?"
She had looked so elaborately dressed, her glasses so flamboyant. Yu Qingtang had noticed her immediately as the most striking person in the crowd. Could she really be inexperienced?
"No."
Cheng Zhanxi felt that if she dared to admit otherwise, Yu Qingtang would turn and leave, perhaps even returning to the bar to find someone else.
Adjusting the collar of her bathrobe, Cheng Zhanxi propped herself up on her elbows, trying to appear composed. "It was just so sudden. I wasn't prepared."
Yu Qingtang looked skeptical.
Cheng Zhanxi lowered her gaze, glancing at Yu Qingtang's right hand and its manicured nails. Understanding dawned. "Shall I?" she offered.
Yu Qingtang lay down.
Cheng Zhanxi leaned over her, supporting herself on her elbows, careful to bear most of her own weight so as not to put any pressure on Yu Qingtang.
She gently stroked Yu Qingtang's lips with her thumb. Yu Qingtang's eyes flashed with strong resistance. She turned her head away uncomfortably. "I don't kiss."
After a moment of surprise, Cheng Zhanxi withdrew her hand.
"As you wish."
She gently brushed the woman's long hair aside, revealing the delicate white curve of her ear. "Is this okay?" she asked softly.
"Yes."
After a pause, Yu Qingtang added, "Anything but kissing."
The corners of Cheng Zhanxi's eyes crinkled as she gently pressed her lips to Yu Qingtang's ear.
She noticed Yu Qingtang's body tense involuntarily, her breathing becoming so shallow she couldn't hear it.
"Don't be afraid." Cheng Zhanxi gently stroked Yu Qingtang's face, pulling back slightly to give her time to adjust.
Yu Qingtang slowly relaxed, exhaling almost imperceptibly. She raised her arms and wrapped them around Cheng Zhanxi's slender but not thin back. Through the fabric of the robe, she could faintly feel the firm lines of her muscles.
"Go at your own pace. Don't mind me," Yu Qingtang said, her voice emotionless.
Cheng Zhanxi chuckled and gently pinched Yu Qingtang's earlobe.
"That won't do."
Yu Qingtang had never been so intimate with anyone before. More than the actual physical contact, this indulgent tone, laced with affection, felt unfamiliar. She resisted the urge to turn her head away again.
Fortunately, Cheng Zhanxi's scent was pleasant, somewhat offsetting her discomfort.
Cheng Zhanxi took Yu Qingtang's hand and kissed the back of it, gazing up at her with an almost reverent expression.
"Tonight, you're the star."
Yu Qingtang: "..."
Yu Qingtang closed her eyes, breaking the intensity of Cheng Zhanxi's gaze. "Do as you please," she said.
Cheng Zhanxi opened her mouth to speak.
Yu Qingtang's voice was cold. "One more word and you're out."
Cheng Zhanxi closed her lips, a hint of mock hurt in her eyes.
Yu Qingtang closed her eyes again, choosing to ignore her.
With a sigh, Cheng Zhanxi finally got down to business.
She brushed the hair away from Yu Qingtang's cheek and kissed the side of her face.
With her vision obscured, Yu Qingtang's other senses became heightened.
She forced herself to ignore the unfamiliar scent filling her nostrils and gave herself over to this brief, mindless indulgence.
Cheng Zhanxi, incredibly gentle and patient, slowly coaxed Yu Qingtang's dormant desires to life, making every cell in her body tingle with each touch. But it was slow, so slow that Yu Qingtang felt almost tired for Cheng Zhanxi.
She was like a large pot of cold water. Even with a roaring fire beneath it, she remained lukewarm, the slight heat at the bottom of the pot almost negligible.
A drop in the bucket, utterly futile.
She began to wonder if she was frigid.
Out of guilt towards Cheng Zhanxi, and driven by some hidden desire, she let out a muffled moan when Cheng Zhanxi gently nibbled on her ear.
Due to her inexperience, the performance was rather clumsy.
Cheng Zhanxi giggled.
Yu Qingtang's porcelain-smooth face flushed red in the darkness.
Yu Qingtang had requested that they turn off the lights, so Cheng Zhanxi had switched them off midway, even drawing the curtains tightly shut, blocking out the moonlight.
Sensing Yu Qingtang's true emotions, Cheng Zhanxi swallowed her laughter and said softly, "It's my fault. You don't have to force yourself."
Yu Qingtang's ears burned, and she resisted the urge to bury her face in the pillow.
Cheng Zhanxi's lips brushed against her ear. "Trust me," she whispered.
Unable to see anything, Yu Qingtang could only feel Cheng Zhanxi's soft breath, the warmth of her body so close. For the first time in her twenty-seven years, she felt a sense of peace and genuine tenderness, and it was in the arms of a stranger.
After a long silence, Yu Qingtang softly hummed in agreement.
Cheng Zhanxi took her hand, interlacing their fingers and pressing them against the top of Yu Qingtang's head.
Having already revealed her vulnerability, Yu Qingtang didn't try to hide her slight panic.
Between kisses, Cheng Zhanxi soothed her, "Good girl..."
She whispered sweet nothings, calling her "baby" and "darling." Yu Qingtang's mind became a jumble, unable to think straight, too overwhelmed to protest.
...
As they reached the culmination, Yu Qingtang's cheeks were flushed, her eyes glazed over with a hazy sheen, the tear mole at the corner of her eye trembling like a teardrop.
Cheng Zhanxi held her close, intending to kiss her, but stopped just as her lips were about to touch Yu Qingtang's, instead brushing a kiss against her smooth cheek.
After a while, Yu Qingtang pulled away from Cheng Zhanxi's embrace and turned her back, facing away.
Cheng Zhanxi had opened the outer layer of curtains with the remote control earlier, and now moonlight filtered in through the sheer white fabric. Looking at Yu Qingtang's back, Cheng Zhanxi reached out a hand, then hesitated and drew it back.
"Do you want to shower?" she asked softly.
"You go first," Yu Qingtang replied, her voice slightly hoarse.
Cheng Zhanxi got up to shower, retrieving her discarded bathrobe from the floor, folding it neatly, and placing it on Yu Qingtang's pillow before entering the bathroom.
Hearing the water running, Yu Qingtang slowly turned over, her eyes falling on the neatly folded robe in the moonlight. She touched it with her fingertips, glanced at the lit bathroom, and bit her lip, her expression unreadable.
Long after Cheng Zhanxi returned from her shower, Yu Qingtang still hadn't made a move to wash up.
Cheng Zhanxi asked if she wanted to go again, and upon receiving a negative response, succumbed to her drowsiness and closed her eyes.
"Actually, medical reports can't really detect that kind of disease," Cheng Zhanxi said softly, her eyes still closed. "It's best not to sleep with strangers casually unless absolutely necessary."
"If you have needs in that area, you can contact me. I left my number on the nightstand."
Clutching the collar of her robe, Yu Qingtang silently replied: I won't. This was the first time, and it will be the last.
After waiting for a response that didn't come, Cheng Zhanxi turned her face towards Yu Qingtang's back, her eyes soft. "Goodnight," she murmured.
"Goodnight," Yu Qingtang finally replied, her voice indifferent.
Cheng Zhanxi smiled with her eyes closed.
She thought Yu Qingtang probably wouldn't believe that her feelings were genuine.
Cheng Zhanxi didn't remember when she fell asleep. When she woke up the next morning, Yu Qingtang was gone. The note with her phone number on the nightstand remained untouched, exactly as she had left it.
As she went into the bathroom to wash up, Cheng Zhanxi held onto a sliver of unrealistic hope, perhaps a phone number written on the mirror with lipstick, or something similar.
But there was nothing. The mirror above the sink was spotless, just like the person who had left so cleanly and without a trace.
Cheng Zhanxi rubbed her face and sighed.
Downstairs at the hotel reception.
The doors of the private elevator opened, and a tall young woman, at least 170cm, emerged. She wore a white silk shirt and high-waisted black trousers.
Retro gold-rimmed glasses perched on her nose, and a gentle smile played on her lips. Her normally dignified appearance now carried a hint of roguish charm. The receptionist felt her cheeks flush and instinctively lowered her gaze to her computer screen.
The white of the woman's shirt entered her lowered field of vision.
As the woman approached, the receptionist realized she was taller than 170cm, perhaps 173 or 174cm.
She was tall and strikingly beautiful.
"Hello, I'd like to check out." Cheng Zhanxi placed her room card on the counter, sliding it forward with her index and middle fingers. "My name is Cheng Zhanxi," she added politely.
Paying taxes according to the law was everyone's responsibility.
The receptionist, slightly startled, followed the guest's request, checking the registered information on her computer. "Your friend, Yu Qingtang, is that correct?"
"Yes," Cheng Zhanxi replied casually.
The receptionist processed the checkout.
The corners of Cheng Zhanxi's lips curved upwards.
Tang Qing?
She knew the woman had given her a fake name.
She wondered what her real name was.
The invoice was quickly printed. The receptionist retrieved it and handed it over with both hands. "Here's your invoice."
"Thank you."
Cheng Zhanxi stepped outside into the sunlight and unfolded the invoice, looking at the name printed on it.
A bright smile bloomed on her face. She enunciated each word clearly, softly uttering the three characters—
Yu, Qing, Tang.
Got my wife's real name
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Could it be she (Yu Qingtang) was also not really happy with the mom setting her up for marriage 🤔
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