Chapter 7: The Boss And Her White Little Lotus
"You're impossible," Yu Liuxue murmured, the tiniest laugh hiding in her voice, a playful sound that nevertheless carried heat and intent.
"And you," Lin Qingyin countered, leaning closer, lips brushing along Yu Liuxue's collarbone, teasingly close without quite crossing the line, "are my favorite little chaos."
Yu Liuxue gasped, small and high, almost like a squeak of delight, her fingers tangling in Lin Qingyin's hair with mischievous determination. "You… you're shameless," she whispered, lips curving in a smile that was equal parts exasperation and yearning.
Lin Qingyin smirked, a subtle glint in her eyes. "Only for you," she replied, letting her lips ghost along Yu Liuxue's jaw, brushing just enough to leave warmth and anticipation in her wake.
Yu Liuxue shivered, pressing herself closer. Every brush of skin against skin, every teasing touch, every fleeting laugh and gasp piled into a rising tide of erotic tension. Her small chest pressed against Lin Qingyin's, and the sensation was both overwhelming and delicious.
"You really are something else," Yu Liuxue murmured, voice trembling, fingers clutching Lin Qingyin's shoulders as though holding herself upright against the surge of feeling building between them.
Lin Qingyin tilted her head, letting a slow smile curve her lips. "And you," she murmured in reply, voice husky and intimate, "are my favorite little storm."
The teasing heat between them escalated. Lin Qingyin's hands roamed just enough to explore, to claim, but not to overstep. Every inch of closeness, every breath shared, felt like a battle of wills, a playful, erotic tug - of - war. Yu Liuxue responded in kind, letting her fingers roam along Lin Qingyin's sides, over the smooth curve of her waist, holding, pulling, teasing in equal measure.
Yu Liuxue's laughter mixed with soft moans, a deliciously chaotic symphony of desire, amusement, and sweet surrender. "Lin Qingyin… you make it impossible to concentrate," she gasped, pressing closer, letting the heat of their bodies mingle, skin against skin, breath against breath.
Lin Qingyin's lips hovered over Yu Liuxue's, hovering, teasing, tasting, and leaving just the faintest hint of warmth on her lips. Yu Liuxue tilted her head slightly, eyes wide and shimmering, lips parting as a soft moan escaped.
"Try me," she whispered, fingers tangling further, pulling Lin Qingyin into a closeness that was intoxicating, heady, and unrelenting.
And Lin Qingyin… Lin Qingyin gave in, just slightly, letting a teasing, slow, deliberate kiss press into Yu Liuxue's lips, lingering, pulling back, letting the erotic tension simmer without boiling over. Every glance, every whisper, every gasp, every brush of skin pushed the boundaries of desire, playful yet intimate, hot yet hilarious in its teasing undertones.
"You're going to make this… difficult," Lin Qingyin murmured, lips brushing along Yu Liuxue's jawline, voice low, sultry, and full of promise.
Yu Liuxue giggled, shivering as heat pooled in places she hadn't yet acknowledged. "Maybe… I like difficult," she whispered, pressing her lips teasingly against Lin Qingyin's shoulder, leaving a mark almost like a dare.
Lin Qingyin's pulse skipped, hands instinctively moving along the contours of Yu Liuxue's waist, feeling every tremor, every shiver. The room seemed to shrink until only the two of them existed, their warmth, laughter, and quiet moans mingling into an intoxicating melody of intimacy.
"You're… my chaos," Lin Qingyin murmured, letting her lips brush against Yu Liuxue's temple, voice low, playful, teasing.
"And you… are impossible," Yu Liuxue replied, voice soft, trembling, a mixture of laughter and longing that sent a thrill through Lin Qingyin's body.
Yu Liuxue pressed back lightly, lips brushing against Qingyin's with shy hesitation, a soft moan escaping despite herself. System… her lips… so good… she's delicious, she thought, heart hammering.
Shameless, the system said inside her mind, dry but approving. Keep going. You're flawless.
In its private calculations — never letting her know — the system thought: All good as long as their job is aligned. The heroine won't end up with Yishu. As long as the host is happy, shamelessly selling her body for the greater good… perfect. I don't need to distract her. I'll just compliment her and keep this under control.
Yu Liuxue's cheeks burned, lips curving slightly against Qingyin's, feeling both embarrassed and excited. She kissed back softly, hesitant, letting her hands trail along Qingyin's arms.
The system's voice buzzed quietly in her mind, praising her shamelessness, keeping her steady, while its full inner reasoning about outcomes remained completely hidden.
They pressed closer, hands and lips moving in tandem, teasing, touching, exploring — Yu Liuxue shy but responsive, Lin Qingyin persistent and playful. Every breath, every heartbeat, every stolen laugh deepened the tension, the intimacy, and the chemistry that bound them together.
Shameless, absolutely shameless, the system murmured again in her head. Yu Liuxue couldn't help the small, guilty smile that pressed against Qingyin's lips, unaware of the full scope of her system's inner reasoning.
And in that small, heated, teasing space, all the worries about reputation, past reviews, and the outside world melted away, leaving only Lin Qingyin, Yu Liuxue, and the delicious, intoxicating closeness they couldn't resist.
Yu Liuxue's lips curved into a soft, triumphant smile. This is just the beginning, she thought, heart racing. She may be untouchable, poised, and controlled… but she's mine, and I'll make sure she knows it… in every glance, every touch, every breath.
Qingwu's recent online reviews had not been flattering. Criticism, whispers, and half - hearted praise had piled up like stones on her shoulders, and Yu Liuxue felt the weight of responsibility pressing down on her.
She had to claw back, not just for her own pride, but for the delicate reputation that the world demanded she maintain. Every post, every appearance, every smile — it mattered. And yet, beneath that pressure, a different kind of heat simmered, one that had nothing to do with the outside world.
Lin Qingyin's gaze fell on the tip of Yu Liuxue's pinky finger, which was delicately curled around her own. The moment stretched, electric and intimate. Slowly, deliberately, Lin Qingyin withdrew her hand. Her voice, calm and gentle, cut through the tension, soft as silk but carrying authority.
Then, with a teasing smirk, Lin Qingyin leaned closer, letting her lips brush lightly along the sensitive curve of Yu Liuxue's neck.
Her tongue flicked just enough to make Yu Liuxue shiver, and her hands moved with bold precision, tracing over her sides before cupping and teasing her breast. Yu Liuxue's soft gasp caught in her throat; she tried to keep her moans quiet, acting shy, pressing her lips together while breathing hard, heart racing, mind spinning with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.
Lin Qingyin captured her lips in a firm, lingering kiss, murmuring low and intimate against her mouth, "The body is the most important thing. There's a reason the director isn't making a fuss."
Yu Liuxue whimpered softly into the kiss, tilting her head, letting herself be kissed while trying to hide how much it made her flutter. Her hands glide against Qingyin's chest, unsure whether to push or surrender, caught between acting coy and responding instinctively to every teasing touch.
Lin Qingyin pulled back just slightly, letting her lips graze Yu Liuxue's jaw and temple, eyes dark with playful dominance, before pressing in again, slow and deliberate, tongue brushing teasingly against Yu Liuxue's, murmurs slipping over every soft moan that escaped.