Chapter 63: Intimate Shadows and Morning Warmth

Darkness sharpened hearing.

Rain pounded windows, relentless. Her sounds—breaths, throat—undimmed.

Cheeks burning, next…

Fingers numb, trembling, doing nothing, just hearing her soft, deep sounds.

Like a student without a teacher, Jiang Yule prepped blindly.

No textbook, should’ve studied earlier.

Breath hot, fumbling in dark, fingers shaking, undoing constraints.

Thirsty, no water, finding… jelly.

Unwrapping, it quivered.

Su Yubai’s hand on her shoulder.

Licking jelly’s edge, still thirsty, circling inward.

Sweet, with… another taste.

Rain softening, her sounds louder.

She loved hearing them.

Circling, missing the coconut bits.

Unhurried, shoulder grip tightening.

Finding one, taking it in mouth.

Mist clouding vision, opening eyes—beach, ship, sails trembling in wind.

Wind howling, she loved it.

Tasting jelly, seeing flushed sights, hearing sweet winds.

Sighing content, finding another.

Loving the taste, wanting more.

Locating coconut, licking, grazing with teeth.

Jelly trembling with her.

Winds louder.

Rain and wind in mouth, salty, delicious.

Reluctant yet eager to devour.

Shoulder grip to neck.

“Niannian.” Hoarse, pained, or pleasured.

“Niannian”—her childhood name, unused since high school.

Pausing, memories flooding.

Hand guiding upward, lips kissed precisely.

Realizing, she sought a kiss.

Holding tongue, her breath surging.

Feeling her arch, pressing to pillow, stroking neck.

Her neck, perfection, divine to touch.

Urge to mark rising.

Her tongue entwining, not letting go, hands substituting, savoring.

Winds louder.

Encouraged, deepening kiss.

Kissing better—her sounds louder.

Su Yubai restless.

So was she, recalling research, fingers pausing, exploring.

Her hand lifting, weak to stop.

Touching fabric, realizing, pausing, hoarse, “On your period, Sister?”

Strained “yup.”

Embarrassed, “Will… this affect it?”

Silent, soft, “Which?”

Their actions, period impact?

Stammering, “…just, what we did.”

Laughing, stroking hair, “No effect.”

Relieved, regretting, “Why not say sooner, I wouldn’t…”

“Didn’t have time, couldn’t… resist.” Voice fading.

Rubbing head, comforting.

In dark, dressing her, shaky, “Need to clean up?”

Stroking neck, “You?”

Trembling, wet.

“You first.”

Quick, muffled, fearing clarity.

Rising, shy, not lighting, grabbing something, heading to bathroom.

Light on there.

Lifting head, staring at light.

Water flowing.

Rolling, suppressing scream.

She just… oh my gosh!

Door opening, living room light, rolling spotted.

Coughing, freezing.

“Yule.”

Cool voice, wanting to hide.

“Niannian.”

Memories triggered, cheeks exploding, “Don’t… call that.”

“Need a lift?”

Too gentle, looking.

Backlit, expression unclear, likely smiling.

Stunned, “No, no.” Scrambling, “I’ll go.”

Standing, legs weak, arm caught.

Steadying, stepping aside, “Go.”

Cheeks hotter, “yup,” walking.

Slower, legs fine.

Grabbing new underwear, hurrying to bathroom.

Changing, staring at wetness, dazed.

Su Yubai back, lying down.

Rain unchanged, focus elsewhere, touching warm sheets.

Water sounds, attention shifting.

Soft sigh.

No one came.

Looking, hearing… chopping?

Realizing she could miss someone.

Known fact, right? Lips curving, shaking head.

Kitchen quiet.

Steps nearing, lights off.

Pausing at door, bedroom light on.

Looking.

Eyes dodging, shy, “Ginger tea, Sister?”

“Okay.” Staring, meeting gentle gaze.

Heart trembling, hand shaking, offering tea.

Not taking, holding trembling hand.

Fingers wrapped, looking, sitting, “Uncomfortable? Want me to feed you?”

Weak as a child, no cramps, heard ginger tea helps.

No sugar, only ginger.

Eyes softening, shaking head.

Not releasing, blinking, “Sister?”

Taking tea, “Niannian’s so sweet.”

Cheeks red, “Didn’t you stop that name?”

Voice tiny.

Sipping, eyeing pink neck, “What do you want?”

Choking, thinking WeChat, “Call me… Good Girl.”

Words out, face burning, feverish.

“Good Girl.” Low voice.

Shyer.

Eyeing red ears, “Good Girl’s so good.”

Fatal.
Not looking, craving her embrace.

“Perfect temp, cooled in water?”

Nodding, watching her finish.

“Not good?”

Amused, “Try it?”

Staring at empty cup, how?

Eyes on lips, unmoving, hearing, “Hm?”

Taking cup, “N-no.”

Fleeing.

Washing cup, reflecting—too easily teased.

One sentence, blushing, wanting to kiss.

Too forward.

Her voice—

“Done, come back.”

Pouting, placing cup, returning.

Eyes closed, relieved.

Turning off light, lying beside, uncomfortable, moving arm, leg, hearing—

“No need to be careful, I’m awake.”

“Oh.”

Sound cut, arm hovering.

Blinking, nestling, nose at collarbone, no further.

Arm retracting, nose touching collarbone.

“Goodnight, my Good Girl.”

Hugging, closer, “Goodnight, Sister.”

Rain louder, her embrace warm.

Happiness tangible.

Her scent endless, eyes closing.

Deep sleep.

Morning, alone.

Knowing her early clock, heart empty.

Slipping on shoes, hearing kitchen.

Heart easing, opening door.

Crack, kitchen sounds clear.

Opening, hearing, “Morning.”

No sight, how’d she know?

“My Good Girl.”

Heart trembling, spotting her on balcony, drying… her pink underwear!

Panicking, “Sister, I’ll do it.”

Stammering.

Done, “No big deal, just helping.”

Good she washed it, or…

Pretending calm, dry laugh, “You’re so nice.”

Glancing, “Yup.”

“Go wash, breakfast’s ready.”

“Okay.” Turning, bathroom-bound.

Grabbing phone, 8:30.

Her clock’s early—she adjusted for her.

Stunned, hurrying.

Bathroom, toothpaste on brush, hers.

Passing, glancing, “Almost went to wake you.”

Choking, pouting, “Next time wake me, we’ll be together.”

Silent, shaking head, kitchen-bound.

Confused, hearing, “You worked hard, sleep more.”

Worked hard… who did?!

Next time… who will?!