Chapter 108: Where Should I Bite You?

Qiansui laughed in her ear as well, her voice carrying the delight of someone watching a show: “What does the gentle morning me have to do with the night me?”

“Why else do you think I let you hit her? To leave evidence for the night version to see. The two of us aren’t the same person.”

Su Yutao hummed in acknowledgment inwardly, the corners of her mouth curving up even higher.

Lin Qingxue turned her head and glanced at Su Yutao.

The little blind girl sat on the sofa, hugging her penguin, lips lifted, face turned toward Luo Xiaoning.

An expression that said: “I did it on purpose. What are you going to do about it?”

Lin Qingxue’s gaze rested on her face for a second, her voice very soft:

“And you. Wait a bit. I’ll deal with you later.”

Su Yutao’s smile froze.

Her body began to tremble. It wasn’t an act. She was genuinely scared.

She shrank back into the penguin, buried her face in the plush, and curled her whole body into a ball.

Qiansui whispered in her ear: “Host… didn’t you say you wanted to do something big? Now you’re the one getting done.”

Su Yutao said in her heart: ‘I… I don’t know either… I just couldn’t help smiling… I wanted to taunt that pink-haired girl.’

Qiansui sighed: “You’ll have to fend for yourself tonight.”

Lin Qingxue withdrew her gaze and looked at Luo Xiaoning.

She let go of Luo Xiaoning’s hair, and Luo Xiaoning’s head drooped, not daring to raise it.

Lin Qingxue’s voice returned to that flat, warmthless calm:

“Listen well. I don’t care what grudge you hold against the little thing I keep. I’m going on a mission tomorrow. You take good care of her.”

“If I come back and she has a single new wound… you know I have top-tier disciplinary authority.”

She paused.

“And don’t think about running to that useless team leader of yours, Zhou Ye, for help. He’s coming on the mission with me.”

Luo Xiaoning’s face went completely pale.

She lay on the floor, fingers swollen, calves aching, tears long dried.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say “I understand,” but her throat was blocked, and not a single word could squeeze out.

She only nodded, very lightly, but Lin Qingxue saw it.

Lin Qingxue stood up and turned toward the sofa.

She bent down, scooped Su Yutao off the sofa, and held her in her arms.

Su Yutao curled in her embrace, hugging Qiansui, burying her face in the hollow of her shoulder.

She wasn’t smiling, no lifted lips. She just shrank, trembling.

She was thinking about how Lin Qingxue would deal with her later.

Lin Qingxue carried her into the bedroom and closed the door.

Only Luo Xiaoning remained in the living room.

She lay on the floor, cradling her swollen fingers, her calves throbbing with pain.

Luo Xiaoning lay there, listening to the bedroom door close.

That soft “click” was quiet, but it was like a lock, sealing her out.

She braced her arms to get up. The moment her left hand took her weight, the three dislocated fingers sent a piercing pain through her. She hissed and flopped back down.

Tears pattered onto the floor. She bit her lip and swallowed her sobs.

She took a deep breath, pushed herself up with her right hand, and slowly rose.

Her knees scraped the floor, pulling at the bruises on her calves, and she gasped through the pain.

She crouched there for a long while, only standing up by gripping the coffee table.

She looked around. The living room light was still on, the white glow falling on the dent in the sofa where Su Yutao had curled, on the spot of floor where she had just been lying, on her own red, swollen knuckles.

She spotted a white plastic box on the coffee table with a red cross on it.

A first aid kit.

It looked well used.

She walked over and opened it. Inside were iodine, cotton swabs, gauze, adhesive tape, and an instant ice pack.

She took out the ice pack and squeezed it. The liquid pack inside broke, and the bag slowly turned cold.

She pressed it to the fingers of her left hand. The cold seeped into her skin, easing the pain a little, but not much.

She took out a roll of gauze and wrapped the three dislocated fingers together, fixing them in place.

She wound it tight, sweat beading on her forehead from the pain, but she gritted her teeth and finished.

She leaned against the sofa and looked up at the ceiling.

Her hand still ached. Her calves ached. Her stomach ached too. The bruise from that kick was probably already purple.

She closed her eyes, but her mind couldn’t help replaying the first time she met Lin Qingxue.

Back then, Lin Qingxue had saved her like a savior. She couldn’t bear to imagine what that man would have done to her without Lin Qingxue.

She had given her a second life.

Luo Xiaoning stood still, legs still shaking, but she didn’t feel wronged by the scolding. Instead, she thought Lin Qingxue was… so cool.

After that incident, she had spent a long time digging up information and finally learned that the woman’s name was Lin Xue, codename “Two-Faced,” one of the top three executors in the organization.

She read through her mission records. Every one was clean and decisive, never a miss.

She began to worship her, made her her goal, wanted to become just as formidable.

Even though she always ranked last on every mission. Even though she could barely hold a knife steady. Even though everyone in the organization laughed at her for being useless.

But she never gave up. She thought that one day, she too could be like Sister Lin, kicking a target’s bones clean through and walking away without a backward glance.

Now she had finally gotten close to her.

Just not in the way she wanted.

Luo Xiaoning opened her eyes and looked down at her bandaged hand, at the bruises slowly swelling on her calves.

She remembered the look Lin Qingxue had given her just now. Not cold, not contemptuous. It was the kind of indifference that said “you’re not worth mentioning.”

She remembered her words: “I don’t care what grudge you hold against the little thing I keep.”

The little thing she kept.

That little blind girl. That little blind, mute waste. That was the little thing she kept.

Luo Xiaoning wasn’t even as good as that little waste.

Her tears fell again, silently, soaking the bandage in spreading dark stains. She didn’t know what she was crying about.

Was it the pain? The grievance? The resentment? She didn’t know.

She just cried.

***

In the bedroom.

Lin Qingxue set Su Yutao down on the bed and closed the door.

Su Yutao curled up on the bed, hugging Qiansui, folding herself into a ball.

Her body was trembling. It wasn’t an act. She was truly afraid. She didn’t know what Lin Qingxue was going to do to her, didn’t know what she meant by “deal with you.”

Lin Qingxue sat down on the edge of the bed, the mattress sinking beneath her.

She looked down at the curled-up Su Yutao, watched her for a moment, then reached out, fished Su Yutao out from under the covers, and pulled her into her arms.

Su Yutao didn’t struggle. She just curled up, burying her face in the hollow of Lin Qingxue’s shoulder, her fingers hooking around her collar.

Lin Qingxue patted her back gently, her voice light, with an unreadable undertone: “You’ve gotten clever. Learned to use me.”

Su Yutao’s body stiffened.

She knew.

She knew everything.

She knew she had deliberately set up that pink-haired girl.

Lin Qingxue’s fingers slid from her back to the nape of her neck and squeezed softly, her voice even quieter: “Learned to pick someone who’ll protect you.”

Su Yutao didn’t react.

She just shrank, burying her face deeper, hooking her fingers tighter.

Lin Qingxue’s fingers traveled from her nape to her ear, finding the teeth marks that hadn’t fully healed.

Then to her cheek, touching the slap mark. Then to her chin, tilting her face up.

Su Yutao’s face was turned toward her, purple eyes half-lidded, lashes trembling, lips pressed together, tear tracks still wet on her cheeks.

Not from crying. They were the reflexive tears that had spilled when Luo Xiaoning hit her.

Lin Qingxue stared at that face for two seconds, then lowered her head, leaning into her neck.

Her breath washed over Su Yutao’s skin, cool and ticklish.

Su Yutao flinched, but she didn’t pull away.

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

Her voice was soft, as if she were talking to herself: “Where should I bite you?”

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