The Art of Teasing - Chapter 108
Chapter 108
Before dinner, Wen Zhengyu received a call from Ye Ling telling her she had a dinner engagement that evening and would be home late.
Wen Zhengyu left after having dinner at the Lian family home.
It was rare for Wen Li, such a busy person, to have time to go shopping with her. Now that her place had an extra person, she needed to buy some daily necessities.
While they were browsing, Wen Li asked a few questions about her and Ye Ling, and she answered truthfully.
It was already past eleven at night by the time she returned home from shopping. Ye Ling still wasn't back.
Ye Ling had sent her a text message, telling her to rest early as she was still at the dinner table.
After she finished washing up, it was midnight. She was a bit sleepy, but could not say why—her thoughts kept drifting towards Ye Ling, leaving her not the slightest bit drowsy.
A little past one in the morning, she heard the soft sound of the half-closed bedroom door being gently pushed open. A figure crept in like a thief, tiptoeing from outside.
A burglar?
Wen Zhengyu reconsidered: "It couldn't be a burglar, could it?" The walls around her house were quite high, too tall for any ordinary ladder to scale. Not only were there security guards, but the house was also equipped with an anti-theft system—no common thief could get in. Her family was now down to their last penny; even a skilled thief wouldn't come to her house to steal anything. As she was pondering this, she saw that not only was this "burglar" moving furtively, they also weren't walking straight, swaying three times with each step.
The burglar stumbled into the bathroom and turned on the light, the pitch-black shadow instantly revealing its true face.
Ye Ling hadn't been wearing shoes; she had entered the room in just her socks and only went to find slippers after turning on the bathroom light.
Was this so she wouldn't wake her?
Wen Zhengyu hesitated: Should I pretend to be asleep?
Then she thought, this was her house, there was no need to pretend. Besides, if she pretended to sleep now, would Ye Ling continue this sneaking around every time she came home late?
She turned on the lamp and sat up.
Ye Ling looked back, asking, "Did I wake you?"
Wen Zhengyu very honestly said she hadn't been asleep. The moment she spoke, she saw Ye Ling sway. She asked, "Are you drunk?"
Ye Ling said, "Not too bad." Suddenly, she rushed into the bathroom, swiftly shutting the door, and immediately the sound of running water gushed forth.
Wen Zhengyu thought to herself: She's throwing up?
After a moment's thought, she got out of bed, went to the bathroom door, and asked, "Ye Ling, are you alright?"
Ye Ling's voice came through: "I'm fine, go to sleep."
Hearing the strange tone in Ye Ling's voice, Wen Zhengyu knew it was indeed vomiting.
Drinking to the point of being sick was certainly very unpleasant.
In the middle of the night, there was no sobering soup to be had. But she did have some honey here, and could mix some honey water for Ye Ling to spare her from a hangover headache.
A while later, the sound of a shower came from the bathroom. A long while after that, Ye Ling finally emerged, her hair wet.
Ye Ling was so drunk she was swaying even as she walked, her eyes hazy, her face completely flushed. Seeing Wen Zhengyu still sitting up in bed with the blanket wrapped around her, she offered Wen Zhengyu a radiant smile and asked, "Not asleep yet? Waiting for me?"
Wen Zhengyu's gaze swept over Ye Ling's curvaceous form, and her eyes widened into circles. She had walked out completely naked—just how drunk was she?
Ye Ling's dripping wet hair hung over her shoulders, beads of water trailing down her shoulders and chest, her body all half-damp.
Immediately, Wen Zhengyu felt a pang of concern for her bed. She hurriedly reached out to press against Ye Ling, who was about to burrow under the covers, stopping her from getting into bed.
Ye Ling swayed slightly before steadying herself. She gave Wen Zhengyu a very gentle smile and said, "Don't worry, my mind is still clear. Although I want to, I know you need time to adjust slowly; I won't do anything to you."
Wen Zhengyu: "…" What did that mean?
Ye Ling leaned in close to Wen Zhengyu again, her voice even softer and more gentle. Hazy with intoxication, her whole being radiated an alluring charm as she said, "However, a kiss is always okay, right?"
That low, slow voice, paired with this seductive expression, actually made Wen Zhengyu's heart skip a few beats. Before she could react fully, she saw Ye Ling's face drawing closer and closer, and then Ye Ling actually reached out and lifted her chin with a finger.
Wen Zhengyu: "…" This was a classic teasing gesture, wasn't it?
Then lips, slightly cool, pressed onto hers.
Ye Ling's kiss was very light, very soft, brushing over her lips like a feather, but its intensity gradually deepened. Afterward, Ye Ling's tongue entangled with hers, playing around it. Ye Ling's tongue was very nimble, like a butterfly flitting through a cluster of flowers. At times it hooked around her tongue, at others it kissed her lips. The sensation on her lips, teeth, and tongue constantly expanded, rushing into Wen Zhengyu's mind, making her thoughts drift and blur.
In a daze, the weight of Ye Ling pressing down pushed her onto the bed.
Those wet locks of hair cascaded beside her, still carrying droplets.
Wen Zhengyu's thoughts were pulled back in an instant: My bed!
Her eyes widened, and she suddenly felt a chill on her chest. Ye Ling's cold hand had slipped inside her nightgown and was resting on her breast. Wen Zhengyu's mind went "boom," and she forcefully pushed Ye Ling away. For a moment, she didn't know what to say.
Ye Ling collapsed onto the bed, winked playfully at Wen Zhengyu, and asked, "How about you touch me back?"
Looking at Ye Ling's completely bare body, Wen Zhengyu suddenly felt she could not bear to look directly. She pulled the blanket over to cover Ye Ling, then went to the bathroom to fetch a towel to dry Ye Ling's hair, and later brought a hairdryer to blow it dry.
Ye Ling very cooperatively rested her head on Wen Zhengyu's lap, letting Wen Zhengyu dry her hair. Being drunk was actually a very uncomfortable thing, but with Wen Zhengyu taking care of her so meticulously, she didn't find it the least bit unpleasant anymore.
Because her hair was being dried, she was lying on her side, her face pressed close against Wen Zhengyu's flat stomach. At such a close distance, other thoughts began to stir within her. She murmured softly, calling out: "Zhengyu."
Wen Zhengyu was carefully blow-drying Ye Ling's hair. Hearing Ye Ling call her, she gave a soft "Mm?" and asked, "Are you thirsty?"
Ye Ling said, "Thirsty."
Wen Zhengyu then went to bring a glass of honey water, helped Ye Ling sit up, and fed her the water.
After finishing the honey water, Ye Ling's gaze, brimming with seductive charm, swept over Wen Zhengyu. She said, "Thirsty... for you."
Wen Zhengyu's intuition told her that Ye Ling wanted to do that thing with her. She put the glass back on the table, continued drying Ye Ling's hair, and ignored the drunk woman's words.
When she had thoroughly dried Ye Ling's hair, she said, "Don't sleep with wet hair, or you'll easily get a headache."
Ye Ling gave a low "Mm." The aftereffects of alcohol were unpleasant, and beside her was a Wen Zhengyu who always stirred impure thoughts in her. Still, she knew she was drunk, and it was best not to act on any of those thoughts. Once Wen Zhengyu lay down, she wrapped her arms around her and said in a low voice, "Let's sleep. Just holding you is enough for me."
Ye Ling's voice was soft, right by her ear, causing Wen Zhengyu's heart to tremble. It seemed Ye Ling did have those kinds of desires towards her. This made Wen Zhengyu a bit nervous, but also very curious. She couldn't imagine what else two women could do together besides hugging and kissing.
Wen Zhengyu rarely slept this late. Once she lay down, drowsiness hit her, and she quickly fell asleep.
Holding the soundly sleeping Wen Zhengyu, Ye Ling gently placed a kiss on Wen Zhengyu's cheek, then rested her head on Wen Zhengyu's shoulder to sleep. Under the influence of the alcohol, she was soon asleep as well.
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