Chapter 43

As Wanniang ate her porridge, her eyes remained red, and she occasionally sniffled. Despite this, her expression was perfectly composed. She gracefully scooped up each spoonful, gently blew on it, and then drank.

Yang Lulong found the combination of her pitiful appearance and dignified manner rather adorable. She watched her with an indulgent smile.

“What is it?” Wanniang asked after noticing Yang Lulong staring.

“Nothing. I’m merely looking at you.”

Yang Lulong lowered her head and continued eating.

Wanniang pressed her lips together, feeling somewhat embarrassed. Once again, she had cried so miserably in front of Yang Lulong.

Although she had also seen Yang Lulong cry, that had only been because of a nightmare. It was not something Yang Lulong had consciously chosen to do.

Wanniang felt inexplicably dissatisfied with this imbalance.

Whenever she was with Yang Lulong, she seemed to become a crybaby. Yang Lulong had already seen her in a miserable state far too many times.

After finishing every last bite, Wanniang set down her empty bowl.

“I hardly ever see you cry…” she said softly, sounding almost as though she were acting spoiled.

“Hm?”

Wanniang’s strange concern nearly made Yang Lulong laugh.

“But I have cried…”

She remembered that nightmare, and the smile on her face faded. Even thinking about it sent a chill down her spine.

After pausing for a moment, she recovered and met Wanniang’s puzzled gaze.

“Perhaps I’ve cried so much that I became accustomed to it.”

“Can someone become accustomed to crying?”

Wanniang had already heard Yang Lulong claim she was accustomed to several strange things—staying awake all night, going without food, and now crying.

“When I was little, I cried constantly. The smallest thing would make me burst into tears.”

“Isn’t every child like that? I cried a lot when I was young too…” Wanniang smiled, only for her smile to suddenly freeze. “…It seems I’m still like that now.”

Yang Lulong found her expression so adorable that a smile kept appearing on her face.

“I did it deliberately,” she continued. “I thought crying would make other people notice me. Once I realized it made no difference, I never cried in front of anyone again.”

“There was a period when I cried constantly without even understanding why. At night, I would hide beneath my blankets and secretly cry alone…”

Yang Lulong remembered that period with perfect clarity.

It had happened after her deskmate’s boyfriend beat her.

She had not cried while being attacked. Instead, the grief would surge through her at night, when loneliness and helplessness surrounded her.

Back then, she had desperately wished someone would remain beside her—someone who would speak to her, comfort her, and hold her.

Wanniang’s eyes filled with heartache.

“Why did you cry?” she asked, gently caressing Yang Lulong’s cheek.

“Because I was lonely…”

Yang Lulong took her hand.

“Eventually, I became accustomed to that too…”

Wanniang studied her expression and the hesitation in her eyes.

She remembered the period shortly after they met, when Yang Lulong had frequently looked like this and barely spoke.

Without saying anything else, Wanniang leaned forward and gently embraced her.

Feeling that warm embrace, Yang Lulong smiled with contentment and happily wrapped her arms around Wanniang.

Once again, the tender moment was interrupted by Wanniang’s ill-timed heat.

When Yang Lulong detected the suddenly intense jasmine fragrance, she whispered beside Wanniang’s ear, “Shall we go to bed?”

Wanniang blushed helplessly, even the tips of her ears turning pink. She nodded faintly.

“Mm…”

Yang Lulong lifted her into her arms and crossed the room in only a few steps. She laid Wanniang on the bed and climbed over her.

Just as she prepared to kiss her, Wanniang covered her mouth.

“We just ate…” she said shyly.

Yang Lulong took her wrist and kissed her palm. Then she extended her tongue and slowly licked Wanniang’s burning fingertips.

The lewd sight made Wanniang’s heart pound wildly.

Her fingertips felt the wet softness of Yang Lulong’s tongue. The sensation inexplicably aroused her, making her lower body equally soft and wet.

Yang Lulong withdrew her tongue, looked into Wanniang’s misty eyes, and kissed her jaw.

Her hand opened Wanniang’s clothes.

Wanniang had casually put on only a thin inner robe, and even ​read the original at bailiantales.com​its sash hung loosely around her waist. With a simple pull, Yang Lulong exposed her entire body.

Darker kiss marks covered her already flushed skin.

Following those lingering marks, Yang Lulong kissed her way downward until she drew one erect nipple into her mouth.

The powerful jasmine fragrance had even begun affecting her sense of taste. It seemed that every part of Wanniang tasted sweet in her mouth, like a fragrant flower pastry.

Wanniang would undoubtedly become angry if she knew what Yang Lulong was thinking.

But Wanniang, trapped in a whirlpool of desire, was currently too busy fighting against her own reason.

“Mm…”

She bit her lower lip, refusing to allow a single erotic sound to escape. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears.

Yang Lulong sucked and toyed with her breast, and the tingling pleasure made her pussy ache with need.

When Yang Lulong finally reached between her legs and touched her clit, Wanniang shuddered and cried out despite herself.

“Mm… Ah… Ah…”

Attempting to recover, she hurriedly covered her parted lips with her hand.

Yang Lulong’s nimble fingers pinched the little bud rising between her folds, using every technique she knew to torment it.

“Mmph! Mm… Mm…”

The sensitive Wanniang arched her waist. Her lower abdomen repeatedly contracted, releasing even more juices.

Looking at the shy woman beneath her, Yang Lulong smiled mischievously and began pulling away the hand covering her mouth.

No matter what happened, she was determined to hear Wanniang’s beautiful voice.

Wanniang had no strength to resist. With barely any effort, Yang Lulong broke through her defenses.

No longer muffled, Wanniang’s lips released an uncontrollable stream of increasingly lewd sounds.

“Mm! Ah… Your hand… Mm… Ah…”

She attempted to free herself from Yang Lulong’s grip, but her efforts were futile.

“Your voice is beautiful.”

Yang Lulong kissed her cheek before shamelessly asking, “Do you want me to put my fingers inside?”

Her joined fingers circled Wanniang’s entrance, parting her folds and brushing against the tender flesh within without ever penetrating her.

“Ah… Mm… No…”

Wanniang was deliberately being stubborn. Even though she could no longer stop moaning, she still refused to admit what she wanted.

“All right.”

Yang Lulong smiled, entirely unaffected by her stubborn denial.

Instead of entering her, she continued tormenting Wanniang’s swollen clit, repeatedly squeezing it and even pressing her hard fingernail against the sensitive flesh.

“Mm… Don’t… Ah! I’m coming… Ah…”

Wanniang hurriedly tried to pull Yang Lulong’s hand away, but it was already too late.

Her body went rigid as she climaxed. Hot fluid sprayed from her pussy like floodwater bursting through a dam, soaking a large section of the bedsheet beneath her.

Even after climaxing, her body continued trembling. The sight of her shaking, feverish form made Yang Lulong’s cock harden until it ached.

She looked down at Wanniang in the aftermath.

Reflexive tears clung to the corners of her eyes. Saliva she had failed to swallow trickled from one corner of her mouth, while her plump, inviting lips faintly opened and closed.

Her still-trembling hands remained tightly tangled in the bedsheet, wrinkling the fabric beneath her.

“Mm…”

Her heaving breasts trembled with every breath.

Unable to resist Wanniang’s flushed, dewy face, Yang Lulong bent down and kissed her, slipping her tongue between her lips.

Having lost her reason, Wanniang instinctively responded.

Yang Lulong urgently removed her clothes without breaking their kiss. Then she lifted Wanniang upright, unauthorized copy supporting her ass with both powerful arms and positioning her astride her body.

Still dazed, Wanniang embraced her and rested her face against her shoulder.

Only when she felt the burning cock beneath her preparing to enter did she react. Having only just climaxed, she was still unbearably sensitive.

“Ah! Mm! Mm…”

Yang Lulong thrust inside all at once, immediately making Wanniang stiffen and climax again.

“It’s… too big… Ah…”

The tears clinging to her eyes rolled down her cheeks. Juices continuously streamed from where their bodies were joined.

“Darling is so wet…” Yang Lulong whispered shamelessly beside her ear.

“Mm… Don’t… talk…”

Wanniang clutched her shoulders and tried to calm her trembling body, but it continued shuddering uncontrollably as more fluid poured from her.

Yang Lulong suddenly began moving.

The cock thrusting inside made Wanniang tremble even more violently. She begged her in a tearful voice not to move, but Yang Lulong ignored her and continued thrusting.

“Don’t move… Ah… Mm!”

Her warning had barely left her mouth when she climaxed again.

She buried her face against Yang Lulong’s shoulder and bit her lower lip, listening to her own shameless cries.

The more Yang Lulong thrust, the more sensitive Wanniang became, and the more fluid flowed from her pussy.

The sight of her trembling through each climax was exceedingly erotic. It stimulated Yang Lulong until her cock became even harder and more painfully swollen.

Wanniang’s tight inner walls clenched around the shaft while her juices washed over its head.

Her full breasts were compressed between their bodies, their hardened nipples pressing against Yang Lulong’s chest.

Yang Lulong kept one arm securely around Wanniang’s waist. With her free hand, she cupped one swollen breast, gathering the soft flesh in her palm.

“Darling’s breasts seem to have grown larger.”

She continued shamelessly teasing Wanniang with her words.

“Ah… Mm…”

Wanniang was now capable only of releasing incoherent moans. She could not form a single complete word.

She climaxed yet again.

At the same moment, Yang Lulong’s cock reached the deepest part of her pussy and pressed against her cervix. The base swelled into a knot, and every drop of semen surged inside.

“Mm… Ah…”

Wanniang had now lost her reason completely. She gazed at Yang Lulong with unfocused eyes, cupped her face, and kissed her.

Wanniang was not the only person tormented by a heat that night…

At Li Cuier’s home, Nian Xi’s heat had also arrived.

She lay curled up beneath the blankets, forming a small mound on the bed.

Ordinarily, she could have taken a heat-suppressing pill and recovered. But Xiaowen had visited that day and warned everyone that something was wrong with the pills and that no one should take them.

Nian Xi remained hidden beneath the blanket as her body grew increasingly hot. Her scent filled the entire room.

The torment between her legs left her deeply uncomfortable. She wanted to relieve the heat herself, but her reason insisted that doing so would be indecent and shameless.

After a long internal struggle, she finally decided to take care of herself.

At that moment, her bedroom door opened.

“I could smell it… Would you like me to get your medicine?” Li Cuier asked as she entered.

She had just finished examining some account books left behind by her grandfather and had gone outside to stretch. By chance, she detected a powerful scent coming from Nian Xi’s room and guessed that her heat had begun.

Nian Xi lifted the blanket, revealing a small, disheveled head.

“The medicine doesn’t work…”

Her voice was exceedingly quiet, but Li Cuier could barely hear what she said.

“It doesn’t work?”

Li Cuier had gone out around noon and had not been home when Xiaowen came. Naturally, she knew nothing about the problem with the heat suppressants.

She approached the bedside.

“But you can’t simply endure it like this.”

Li Cuier met the watery eyes beneath Nian Xi’s tangled hair and felt something strange stir inside her.

She recalled how she had endured her own heats.

She had mostly suffered through them without relief. On several particularly unbearable occasions, she had even punched the wall until the skin split across her knuckles. By making the pain more intense than the heat, she had managed to survive it.

But she certainly could not ask Nian Xi to do the same.

“Why don’t I stay and talk with you?” Li Cuier suggested, sitting on the bed. “Maybe distracting yourself with something else will make it easier to endure.”

Nian Xi looked at her without speaking, but obediently sat beside her, apparently [stolen content]accepting the suggestion.

“To be honest… your cooking is delicious…”

Li Cuier had no idea what they could discuss.

The moment she spoke, she regretted it, and an awkward silence immediately descended.

“…”

After a long pause, Nian Xi finally managed to answer.

“…Thank you.”

“…”

The conversation came to another complete halt.

Li Cuier was panicking inwardly.

She could normally talk endlessly, so why had she suddenly forgotten how to speak?

“I truly can’t cook at all… Every time I enter the kitchen, it looks like I’m fighting a war. Grandpa always said that no one would ever marry me if I continued like that…”

As the conversation gradually began flowing, Li Cuier regained her confidence and turned to meet Nian Xi’s gaze.

They were sitting extremely close.

Li Cuier could even feel Nian Xi’s scorching breath against her skin.

A blush unconsciously spread across her face.

“Ahem…”

She coughed awkwardly and turned to look elsewhere, completely unaware that Nian Xi had noticed every trace of her flustered reaction.