Chapter 6: The Boss And Her White Little Lotus
The contrast between Yu Liuxue's playful, mischievous clinginess and Lin Qingyin's calm, untouchable composure made the tension almost unbearable, electric, charged with desire, amusement, and the unspoken promise of more.
Yu Liuxue tilted her head, brushing her lips against Lin Qingyin's shoulder, her small sigh soft and teasing. "Qingyin… you're impossible… but I like that," she whispered, voice low, intimate, almost lost in the moment.
Lin Qingyin's eyes flicked down again, unreadable, but her hand didn't move away. She adjusted, letting the proximity remain, letting Yu Liuxue nestle closer, letting the playful, heated, teasing intimacy linger.
The room was silent except for the soft rustle of silk, the subtle shift of bodies, and the quiet, intimate breaths shared between them. Yu Liuxue's head rested lightly against Lin Qingyin's chest, her small hands tracing idle, teasing patterns along the fabric of the pajamas. Every brush, every whisper, every movement carried girls-love tension, teasing eroticism, and the heated promise of what was yet to come.
She's mine, Yu Liuxue thought, eyes closed, curling closer. Every glance, every touch… every heartbeat belongs to me now.
And Lin Qingyin, composed, poised, untouchable, remained there — measured, precise, aware, allowing, just enough.
Lin Qingyin hovered above Yu Liuxue, her body pressing down in a way that made every breath between them shallow and electric. One pair of eyes — cold, precise, and inward - focused — locked onto Yu Liuxue's soft, luminous gaze, which shimmered with both curiosity and a teasing vulnerability. The tension between them stretched taut, like a string pulled so tight it might snap, yet neither dared move away.
Yu Liuxue's breath came in small, heated bursts, lingering too long and too close, and her lips, moist and red, parted just slightly. A fragile, tentative sound escaped her throat: "Voiceless?"
The word caught in the space between them, fragile yet potent, making Lin Qingyin's brain stall for a fraction of a second. Did she really just call me that? Her pulse skipped, hammering through her chest like a drum.
Before she could think, Lin Qingyin's hand cupped her cheek, slanting her head just enough. Her lips pressed against Yu Liuxue's in a kiss that started soft but quickly deepened, sliding with deliberate warmth.
Yu Liuxue's lips parted instinctively under her pressure, and Lin Qingyin's tongue brushed lightly, teasing, circling, nibbling along the edge of her lower lip. A shiver ran through her, sharp and unbidden, as heat pooled low in her belly.
Yu Liuxue's hands gliding, gripping at Lin Qingyin's shoulders, pulling her closer without hesitation. The kiss grew more urgent, more intimate, lips and tongue dancing in a slow rhythm, tasting and exploring, every gentle nibble sending sparks across her skin.
She gasped softly, breath mingling with Lin Qingyin's, lost in the overwhelming rush of closeness, her thoughts melting into the warmth pressed against her.
She barely managed to reach for her system: "Aifei, what's going on?"
Her brain short - circuited for a moment, confusion and desire colliding in a burst of heat and thoughtless thrill. She quickly pinged the system, voice low and urgent, "Aifei… what's going on? Why did she… kiss me?"
Lin Qingyin paused just long enough to let a sly, satisfied smile curve her lips, eyes dark with unspoken intent, before capturing Yu Liuxue's mouth again, deeper this time, letting the nibbling, teasing motion linger, claiming her completely in a slow, intoxicating rhythm.
Yu Liuxue pressed back lightly, lips moving in a hesitant, almost playful mimicry, a soft, involuntary moan slipping out even as her mind buzzed urgently: System… why is the heroine kissing me? She felt her heart hammer, cheeks warming, caught between acting shy and being drawn irresistibly into Qingyin's persistent, teasing pull.
The system's reply was clinical, almost indifferent, like the calm of the sea: "Are you broken?"
Yu Liuxue blinked, startled. "No… no, I'm not broken… Am I?"
The system remained silent, deliberately ignoring her panicked, mischievous thoughts. A careful check of the world line followed, the core plot database confirming: "The world line is normal. No anomalies. No issues detected."
Yu Liuxue: "…A normal ghost."
Her small mouth pressed into a pout as she tried to make sense of the heat still lingering on her lips, where Lin Qingyin's had brushed softly, deliberately.
Her tiny hands twitched at the edge of the bed, at the silk sheets, as if she could steady herself through sheer force of will — but her chest thumped like a trapped bird, heat pooling low in her belly.
Why was Lin Qingyin suddenly so close? Why had she kissed her, so gentle yet intense? Isn't she supposed to remain untouchable? Calm? Professional? Yu Liuxue's thoughts spiraled, a mix of indignation and longing. Her cheeks flushed, warm and electric. Her breath caught, caught in a soft, staccato rhythm, lips still tingling with the faint trace of Lin Qingyin's touch.
Her eyes, wide and luminous, flickered up at Lin Qingyin, full of questions that had no easy answers. Why did she… kiss me just now? That wasn't supposed to happen… Yu Liuxue's mind spun. Did the script just skip a page? Am I dreaming?
Lin Qingyin's lips still carried the faint warmth of their brief kiss, soft and lingering. Yu Liuxue pursed her small mouth instinctively, the faintest whiff of rising steam in her gaze betraying a heat that wasn't just physical.
She looked vulnerable, like a startled fawn caught under the sudden, bold weight of desire. Her nose was flushed pink, eyelashes long and thick, lifting slowly to reveal eyes shimmering with unshed tears and unspoken questions.
"Qingyin… what are you doing?" she whispered, almost trembling, her voice a mix of disbelief, desire, and something fragile enough to crack at any second.
Lin Qingyin froze mid - motion, guilt twisting her chest. She swallowed hard, heart hammering. Did I… go too far? Did I misread her? But then she shook her head slightly. No. Qingwu… I didn't mean it badly. It's just… Her lips pressed into a thin line.
"Since you're not feeling well, don't shoot tonight," Lin Qingyin said finally, forcing her voice into calm neutrality. "I'll ask the director for a leave for you."
Her attempt at casualness only made Yu Liuxue's pulse jump harder. The faint curve of Lin Qingyin's lips, the poised composure… it was infuriatingly effective.
Yu Liuxue's eyes filled with that teasing, warm glimmer that always made Lin Qingyin's insides twist. She sucked in a small, sharp breath, and with an almost imperceptible tug, hooked Lin Qingyin's fingers between her own.
"No, Voiceless… I can still hold on," she said, her voice both gentle and teasing, hiding the flush creeping up her neck.
Lin Qingyin's throat tightened. The nickname — used sparingly, contextually, yet so loaded — wrapped around her like a velvet rope, pulling, restraining, igniting every nerve ending. This little white lotus… she knows exactly what she's doing.
Yu Liuxue shifted slightly beneath her, a subtle, teasing movement that left the fabric of her blouse stretched across the curve of her chest. Her small hands found Lin Qingyin's shoulders, tracing faint, deliberate patterns, fingers warm, light, yet demanding. Lin Qingyin could feel every subtle quiver, every breath shivering in sync with her own.