Chapter 66: Longing and Late-Night Temptations

Horns blared behind.

Su Yubai coughed, “Can’t park here.”

Releasing her face, “I’ll head home.”

“Yup, message me.”

Seatbelt off, opening door, stepping out.

Su Yubai drove off, glancing at empty seat, as if she lingered.

Home, guitar notes drifting in.

Looking to balcony, window open.

Neighbor practicing, playing her favorite tune, well.

Qiao’s group in limbo—projects done, her departure foreseen.

Not panic, but hearing others’ plans, melancholy grew.

Worsened at home, mixed with longing.

She missed Su Yubai.

Leaning on sofa, less soft than her embrace.

Phone buzzing, group chat planning a gathering.

Senior Wen Yanqing: [Qiao’s treating us tomorrow or next.]

Then: [Classmates, let’s meet too.]

Lively discussion.

Noticing Qiao’s dinner clashing with Su Yubai’s Hangzhou trip.

No exact day mentioned.

Pushing mood aside, another favorite song played.

Neighbor’s taste matched hers.

Ignoring chat, heading to shower.

Seeing Su Yubai’s tear-stained shirt, deciding to hand-wash.

Odd happiness.

Recalling her in white shirt, giving research advice.

Was she seducing her?

Thought growing, certain—she meant it!

And she got handsy!

Post-relationship, why so… reserved?

Kissing, but no further.

Didn’t know how? She undid her bra last night.

Uninterested in her body? Just kissing?

Why no counterattack in last night’s heat?

Nothing!

More wrong, washing shirt quickly, hanging on balcony.

Searching “cocktails” on Xiaohongshu, picking eye-catching post.

Grabbing phone, bag, heading to nearby supermarket.

Hour later, back, handling essentials, messaging Su Yubai—

[When’re you home, Sister? ToT]

No reply, likely busy or driving.

Opening Xiaohongshu, finding post.

Washing glass, mixing rum, blue curaçao, lemon juice, ice, shaking wildly.

Pouring, layered—blue over white.

Gorgeous.

Making another.

Sipping, tasty.

Catalyst ready, phone silent.

Checking chat, no messages.

Confirming network, sighing.

Tossing phone, showering.

Choosing new floral body wash from Xiaohongshu, long-lasting.

Would Su Yubai like it?

Showering, applying lotion, focusing on neck, waist—her favorite spots, always grazed lightly.

Mind wandering.

Snapping back, dressing slowly in…

Seeing herself, cheeks heating, breathing hard.

Washing face, drying.

No sounds, Su Yubai not back.

Cocktails early.

Leaving bathroom, walking felt odd, itchy.

Doubting.

They’d been so intimate, what’s this now?

Phone buzzing, grabbing, unlocking.

Her reply: [Leaving school now.]

Sending emoji, adding ice to cocktails, placing on table.

Sitting, playing variety show, skipping halfway—pretending not waiting.

Itch persisting, resisting scratch.

Half-hour, door unlocking.

Sitting up, mimicking her poise.

“I’m back.”

Her cool voice, looking up.

Rising, rushing, abandoning restraint.

Hugging, floral scent hitting, enchanting.

Softness overwhelming, breath unsteady.

Deep breaths, calming.

No hug back, pouting, “Don’t miss me? No hug?”

Lifting hand, “Hands dirty.”

Eyes on exposed collarbone, voice quickening.

“Fine.” Releasing, “Wash hands?”

Passing, resolute, to bathroom, “Showering.”

Reacting, grabbing wrist, “Sister.”

Stiffening, looking, “Hm?”

“Made cocktails, drink now or they’ll fade.”

Silent, gaze on lips.

Touching lips, wrist grabbed.

Confused, coughing, “Okay.”

Releasing wrists.

Waiting as she washed, second time watching.

Meticulous, no germ spared.

Her fingers stunning.

Water stopping, snapping back.

Shaking hands, wiping.

Turning, her steps following.

Heart pounding.

Sitting, avoiding look. Sofa dipping, her beside.

“Why cocktails?” Low voice.

Handing glass, “Light buzz, sweet mood.”

Sipping, “Good.”

High praise in her world.

Smiling, sipping, “Really good.”

“Yup… good.”

Swallowing sound, turning, watching.

Her puzzled eyes, fixed on hers, not straying.

Pouting, eyeing glass, her throat moving.

Like drinking water.

Her gaze burning, offering, “Want mine?”

Eyes widening, shaking head, “No.”

Sipping, soft, “You haven’t hugged me.”

Whining.

Realizing, lips curving, setting glass, arms opening—she dove in.

Catching, heart and breath racing.

Hug for love, but stray thoughts arose.

Not her allure, her own control lacking.

Nestling, sighing, “So comfy.”

“Sleeping here would be nice.”

Nearly agreeing, stopping, “Showering.”

Sitting up, watching her flee-like steps.

Taking clothes, sipping her drink.

Glancing, seeing her glass, hastening.

Door shutting.

Finishing, washing glass, rinsing mouth.

At bedroom, pillow still there—convenient.

Eyes curving, itching—chest?

Ignoring, at bathroom door, “Sister, I’m… to bed.”

No reply, water too loud.

Said it, entering, lying down, no light—her bed comfier.

Removing sleepdress, covering with blanket.

Too shy, face in pillow.

Half-asleep, hearing her emerge.

Lights off, door opening, darkness.

No light.

Fine.

Holding breath, steps to window side.

Lying beside.

Muffled, “You found me, Sister.”

“Yup, goodnight.”

Lifting blanket, scooting close.

Flat, no goodnight kiss like yesterday.

Uninterested in her body?

Pouting, grabbing hand, cooing, “Goodnight kiss.”

“Take it yourself.” Still.

Releasing, propping on arm, finding shoulder.

Feigning collapse, pressing against her.

Softness meeting, trembling.

Catching, touching warm, smooth skin.

Realizing—no clothes.

Breath quickening, about to speak, lips sealed.

Familiar, prying teeth, finding tongue, entangling, sucking.

Lips inseparable, breaths hot, intertwined.

Skin too good, stroking again.

Her throat humming, itch growing.

Resolved, guiding hand.

Touching something, mind exploding.

World spinning, back on mattress.