Chapter 109: Leaving Marks

At that, Su Yutao trembled. She buried her face deeper, curling her fingers tighter.

Lin Qingxue’s fingers trailed from the back of her neck to her ear, brushing over the bite mark that had not fully healed.

Then they slid to her cheek, over the slap mark, and to her chin, tilting her face up.

Su Yutao looked at her, purple eyes half closed, lashes fluttering, lips pressed together. The tear tracks on her face were still wet.

Lin Qingxue studied her for two seconds, then bent down and brought her mouth close to Su Yutao’s neck.

Her breath, cool and ticklish, fell on Su Yutao’s skin.

Su Yutao shrank back, but she didn’t dodge.

Lin Qingxue’s fingers moved slowly along her neck, from collarbone to throat, from throat to behind the ear, from behind the ear to the shoulder.

Her voice was soft, almost like talking to herself. “Where should I bite you?”

Su Yutao trembled.

“Here?” The fingertip pressed against her collarbone.

Su Yutao pulled back a little. Lin Qingxue’s finger followed.

“Here?” It slid to her shoulder.

Su Yutao shrank again.

Lin Qingxue’s fingers ran down her arm, reaching her wrist, then stopped over the pulse point.

“Here?”

She could feel the vein jumping under the finger, one beat after another, like the heart of a frightened little rabbit.

A tiny “mmph” escaped Su Yutao’s throat, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

Lin Qingxue pulled her hand back, then pressed it against Su Yutao’s neck again, the pad of her finger resting on the skin.

Her voice carried a lazy hint, like someone picking out an interesting toy. “Pick one.”

Su Yutao shook her head. She shook it desperately.

She didn’t want to choose. She didn’t want to be bitten anywhere.

The corner of Lin Qingxue’s mouth lifted.

Her fingers stopped, then traced back up along the inside of Su Yutao’s arm.

The skin there was thinner and more sensitive. The touch felt like a feather scratching.

Su Yutao’s breathing turned ragged, and her shoulders shook. She tried to curl into the corner of the bed, but Lin Qingxue’s other hand held her waist, so she couldn’t move away.

She could only hunch her upper body and bury her face in the pillow. Strained whimpers trickled out of her throat, on and off, like a broken recorder.

“Scared now?”

Lin Qingxue’s voice carried a smile. Not a warm one. The kind of smile that came from watching prey struggle in the palm of one’s hand.

Her finger stopped under Su Yutao’s armpit and tickled lightly.

Su Yutao’s body jolted, as if electrocuted. A thin, suppressed shriek tore from her throat, a high-pitched, reedy sound squeezed out from the very back.

Short, but loud.

Even she was stunned.

Lin Qingxue paused too, then laughed.

The laugh was soft, but Su Yutao caught the delight in it. Not a cold laugh. The delight of finding something fun.

“Sensitive there too?”

Her finger tickled again.

This time Su Yutao was ready. She bit her lip and didn’t make a sound, but her body still twitched out of control, like a fish flipped onto its back.

Her face was burning red, and tears welled in her eyes. Not from crying. They were forced out by reflex.

She started to struggle, shoving at Lin Qingxue’s hand, kicking at the blanket, like a pinned kitten thrashing hard.

But Lin Qingxue’s hand held her waist like an iron clamp. She couldn’t break free.

Lin Qingxue teased her for a while, then let go.

Su Yutao curled up in the corner of the bed, hugging Qiansui, panting hard, her whole body shaking.

Her face was red. Her neck was red. Her ears were red. Her white hair was a mess, sticking to her skin.

Lin Qingxue looked at her and the smile at the corner of her mouth deepened.

She reached out, pulled Su Yutao back from the corner, and held her.

Su Yutao didn’t fight it. Not because she didn’t want to, but because she had no strength left.

She just leaned into the embrace, pressed her face into Lin Qingxue’s shoulder, and hooked her fingers around the collar of Lin’s shirt.

The tiny “mmph” sounds were still coming, broken and unsteady, half protest, half coaxing.

Lin Qingxue lowered her head, her lips against Su Yutao’s ear. Her voice was light, like she was telling a secret.

“If the pink-haired girl bullies you at home, put up with it for now. Once I’m back, you can do whatever you want to her.”

Su Yutao’s whimpering stopped.

She froze.

‘Whatever I want?’

‘She could hit her?’

‘Pinch her?’

‘Make her kneel and beg?’

‘Even kill her?’

Her heartbeat quickened.

Lin Qingxue kept going, still in that soft voice, but with a warning edge underneath.

“I’m going out on a mission for a few days. She’ll be the only one taking care of you. Don’t think about running off while I’m gone.”

“Otherwise…”

She paused, and her finger gave Su Yutao’s waist a light squeeze.

“Heh. I can think of something even more fun.”

Su Yutao shuddered.

She remembered what Lin Qingxue had done to her before. Stepped on her. Bit her. Humiliated her. And there was more “fun” where that came from.

She didn’t dare think about it.

She buried her face deeper and hugged Qiansui tighter.

Qiansui whispered in her ear, “Host, she’s going on a mission. You can run while she’s away.”

“How long until the next story node?” Su Yutao asked.

Qiansui checked the system panel, and her voice held a note of excitement. “Two days from now, in the early morning. That’s when you can run.”

Su Yutao’s heart beat even faster.

Two days.

Endure two more days.

Lin Qingxue saw that Su Yutao’s fear was already enough, so she stopped toying with her.

She set Su Yutao down and laid her flat on the bed.

Su Yutao thought it was over and let out a sigh of relief.

But Lin Qingxue didn’t leave.

She leaned down, planting her hands on either side of Su Yutao, caging her underneath.

Moonlight slipped through the gap in the curtains and fell on Lin Qingxue’s face. It was cold, but there was a hint of a curve at the corner of her mouth.

“Since I’ll be away for a few days, I’m afraid you’ll miss me too much.”

Her voice was soft, like she was soothing a child.

“Let me leave a mark on you.”

Her fingers slid from Su Yutao’s neck to her chest, from her chest to her ribs, from her ribs to her stomach.

With every slide, Su Yutao trembled, like the surface of water stirred by wind.

Her fingers stopped on the belly, the pad pressing against the soft flesh, feeling the heartbeat underneath.

Su Yutao’s breathing became fast and shallow, her stomach rising and falling, like a frightened little rabbit.

Lin Qingxue lowered her head and buried her face in Su Yutao’s belly.

Her nose touched the skin, and she took a deep breath.

The belly was soft, warm, with a faint milky scent.

Not milk. It was a childlike smell. Clean, warm, addictive.

Lin Qingxue breathed in again, like someone burying her face in a cat’s fur. Her nose rubbed against Su Yutao’s stomach.

Su Yutao was so ticklish she started squirming, pushing at Lin Qingxue’s head, but she couldn’t move it.

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