Chapter 60: Two flies

Her expressions, her movements, her words — all of it made Liu Qiu’s cheeks burn.

Did Su Li even know what she was saying?

The hand not held by Su Li clenched tightly into a fist, betraying the turmoil in Liu Qiu’s heart.

She seemed a little unable to resist Su Li.

“I—I…” Liu Qiu stammered, unable to form a complete sentence.

Su Li lowered her long lashes and sighed softly. “Wife, you dislike me.” As she spoke, tears streamed down her face, looking utterly wronged.

“My parents disliked me, and now Wife dislikes me too.”

Liu Qiu fell silent at once.

Su Li crying truly looked pitiful.

Liu Qiu’s fingers twitched, and she gently wiped away Su Li’s tears with her fingertips.

“Xiao Li, I won’t dislike you.”

“If you want to, I will do it.”

From Su Li’s perspective, it was understandable that someone newly married would feel uneasy if her partner refused to touch her.

It wasn’t that Liu Qiu rejected the act itself.

She was simply tired.

Hearing this, Su Li broke into a smile through her tears.

Her face was still streaked with tear marks, making her look fragile and tragic.

“Wife… you’re so good.”

Su Li leaned down, bracing her hands on either side of Liu Qiu.

Her large eyes fluttered, her cheeks completely flushed.

“Wife, I’ve looked at drawings. I know what to do.”

“Wife, later you have to open your mouth.”

Su Li’s shy appearance erased the last trace of reluctance in Liu Qiu’s heart.

She had always liked adorable things, whether animals or people.

Su Li lowered her gaze and carefully examined Liu Qiu lying beneath her.

Her eyes traced over Liu Qiu’s forehead, brows, eyes, and nose, finally settling on her pale lips.

Su Li narrowed her eyes slightly and murmured, “Wife, your lips are so pretty.”

Liu Qiu made a small sound of surprise, about to ask something, when Su Li lowered her head and kissed her.

The night wind burst in through the window, stirring the candle flame.

In the dim room plastered with red double-happiness characters, the candlelight flickered, casting a strangely damp chill.

The light stretched their overlapping shadows long across the wall.

Soft sounds of sucking rose, accompanied by low whimpers, as the intimacy spread unchecked, until even the air felt scorching hot.

Liu Qiu pressed her hands against Su Li’s shoulders, already breathless from the kiss.

It was too intense.

No one had ever kissed her like this before.

Su Li’s kiss was fierce and overwhelming, invading her mouth again and again, sweeping through it relentlessly.

A steady stream of essence filled Liu Qiu’s body, and Su Li felt her own heart healing more quickly.

This human was simply too wonderful.

“Mm—”

Sensing the fingers clutching her shoulders growing weaker, Su Li finally withdrew from Liu Qiu’s lips.

She licked over Liu Qiu’s damp mouth and whispered, “Wife, I’m very happy.”

Liu Qiu’s cheeks were burning red, her lips flushed with color.

“X-Xiao Li, is this enough?”

A faint sheen of tears brimmed in her eyes, making them even more watery and beautiful, like a little dog waiting to be touched.

Su Li’s breathing was heavy.

She had not expected the entwining of tongues with a human to be so addictive.

Staring at Liu Qiu lying beneath her with swollen crimson lips, Su Li slowly removed the last piece of clothing from her body.

She interlaced her fingers with Liu Qiu’s and leaned down again, feeling the slight rise and fall of Liu Qiu’s thin body with each breath.

Her voice was hoarse.

“Wife, it’s not enough.”

As soon as the words fell, she captured Liu Qiu’s lips once more.

This time, she was not drawing essence.

She was channeling demonic power into Liu Qiu’s body.

This human already belonged to her.

She would take good care of her, nurture her, strengthen her, so that she could provide more blood and essence in return.

Through this mutual exchange, she could gradually repair the human’s fragile body, and at the same time stir her desire.

If she wanted to keep her for long, she had to make the human well first.

She was only a small human.

Once her demonic power fully recovered, curing her illnesses would be effortless.

Liu Qiu’s entire body flushed red.

It felt strange.

It was nothing like when she had been with Bai Qingqing before.

Su Li kissed her, caressed her, sometimes heavy, sometimes light.

After so long, she did not feel tired at all.

Instead, her body and mind felt better than ever before.

“X-Xiao Li, let me do it for you.”

Blushing deeply, Liu Qiu knelt on the bed.

Su Li reclined against the pillow.

Her fox-like eyes were filled with desire, stripped of the innocent façade she once wore, leaving only alluring charm.

A single glance from her was intoxicatingly vivid.

Under normal circumstances, Liu Qiu might have felt puzzled by such a change.

But in a moment like this, change was only natural.

Liu Qiu’s head felt dizzy, too embarrassed to look directly at her.

Su Li laughed softly and handed her a small booklet, blinking innocently.

“Wife, you can… look at this. See if you can learn it well.”

Liu Qiu took the unremarkable palm-sized booklet and opened it.

The very first page made her expression go blank.

She had to… do that?

Ancient books were this explicit?

It was even more overwhelming than the educational videos the system had once found for her.

She turned to the second page.

It was no less bold, simple lines depicting the strangest positions.

The booklet was thin, but the illustrations grew increasingly daring toward the end, even involving various tools.

So ancient people had already been this uninhibited.

“W-Wife, are you finished?” Su Li’s slightly hoarse voice sounded beside her.

Liu Qiu closed the book and set it aside.

“I—I’ll do it properly.”

Sticky, breathless sounds filled the room.

Liu Qiu lifted her damp face and looked up at Su Li from below.

A blush spread across her cheeks, the corners of her eyes drooping innocently, making her small face both beautiful and adorable.

“Xiao Li… is this okay?” she asked nervously.

It was her first time, and she did not know whether she was doing it right.

Su Li was panting heavily.

She looked down at Liu Qiu, her heart overflowing with emotions.

“Wife… it’s okay.”

More than okay — it was wonderful.

Suddenly, Su Li’s fingers clenched tightly into the bedding.

Tears spilled from the corners of her eyes, her red lips parting as heated breaths escaped.

“Ah—”

The shadows on the wall twisted with the flickering candlelight.

In the room, alternately bright and dim, damp heat burned fiercely between them.

Afterward, Su Li had Liu Qiu attempt the movement from the second page.

Though embarrassed, Liu Qiu followed along obediently.

She clearly knew what she was doing, yet whenever Su Li spoke, she found herself unconsciously complying.

Lowering her head, Liu Qiu bent down to continue, but suddenly straightened and glanced behind her.

“X-Xiao Li, why are you…?”

She could no longer see Su Li’s face; she was blocking it.

Su Li lifted herself slightly, inhaled deeply, and said hoarsely, “Wife, don’t worry about me. Just continue.”

This human, inside and out, was astonishingly beautiful.

Liu Qiu did not want to question further.

Did Su Li think this was still a kiss?

So fierce.

Liu Qiu’s fingers curved, leaving faint red marks across Su Li’s skin.

“L-Lighter.”

Her legs trembled.

Her mind grew hazy.

She did not know how much time had passed.

She only knew that after their mutual release, she had no strength left at all and wanted nothing more than to sleep.

But Su Li would not let her go.

It was not merely holding hands anymore.

She began teasing her again.

Biting at Liu Qiu’s nape and licking softly, Su Li suddenly paused.

Her expression shifted.

She released Liu Qiu and looked toward the door.

After a moment, she gave a faint scoff.

With a slight movement of her fingers, a wisp of air pushed the door open, and she lowered the thin gauze bed curtains.

The bright red curtains did not conceal their silhouettes.

Anyone looking from outside could clearly discern what was happening on the bed.

If they wanted to watch, then let them watch to their heart’s content.

Not far outside the door, a tall figure approached slowly.

Seeing candlelight seeping through the wooden door’s crack, Liu Huang’s fingers tightened.

She stepped closer.

Soft crying drifted out from inside.

She recognized it instantly.

It was Liu Qiu’s voice.

“Xiao Li, don’t… don’t do that anymore.”

The sticky words and intimate gasps made Liu Huang’s gaze lock tightly onto the bed within the small house.

Through the red curtains, she saw two faintly overlapping figures.

Her eyes widened slowly, her fingers trembling uncontrollably.

What… was that?

“Xiao Li, wuwu…”

“So pretty… so soft and wet.”

The low murmurs, mixed with moans, poured into Liu Huang’s ears, freezing her blood.

Damn it.

Damn that woman.

Red veins crept into Liu Huang’s eyes, her face twisting like a demon’s.

How could Liu Qiu let someone like that touch her?

Her fists clenched until her knuckles cracked, rage and killing intent surging within her.

“My stomach feels sore…” Liu Qiu’s tearful pleading made Liu Huang’s nails dig deeply into her palms.

Every posture, every movement — she saw it clearly.

The bed curtains did nothing to hide them.

Unable to bear it any longer, Liu Huang pressed her hand against the wooden door and pushed it slightly open.

Just then, a hand reached from behind and gripped her shoulder.

With bloodshot eyes, Liu Huang turned slowly.

Liu Feng’s pale, expressionless face came into view.

Liu Huang’s expression was dark.

This was what Liu Feng had meant by someone raised in the countryside not knowing how women were meant to be together?

From what she saw, Su Li was nearly ruining her.

At that pace, with the sickly one’s tofu-soft skin, it was no surprise it would swell and flush.

Liu Feng’s dark gaze settled inside the room.

The swaying candlelight cast shifting shadows across the bed.

Suddenly, a slender arm slipped out from behind the curtain.

It was dotted with countless red marks and hung limply over the edge of the bed, even the knuckles bearing traces.

“Xiao Li…”

The voice sounded utterly drained, hoarse beyond measure.

Liu Feng’s gaze fixed upon it, her eyes growing darker.

The curtain was lifted.

A strikingly satisfied face appeared before her.

Su Li grasped Liu Qiu’s hand where it dangled over the edge and raised it to her lips, slowly licking along each pale finger.

Then she lifted her eyes toward the doorway.

In those fox-like eyes was naked mockery.

“Xiao Li, what are you looking at?” Liu Qiu asked drowsily.

Su Li drew Liu Qiu’s hand back beneath the curtain, not allowing outsiders to glimpse even a fraction more.

She brushed the sweat-damp hair at Liu Qiu’s temples behind her ear and lowered her head to kiss her thoroughly ravaged lips.

“Two flies came buzzing in.”