Transmigrating Into A Sadistic Novel And Becoming A Master Of Painting Rosy Pictures - Chapter 83

Shang Qinghui’s trembling hand lightly touched Bian Yingning’s pajamas.

Only her fingertips brushed the fabric.

She hesitated, not moving.

Bian Yingning sensed her movement but continued her light licking, one second, two seconds… Shang Qinghui still didn’t move.

Impatient, Bian Yingning let out a hummed laugh in her ear, then playfully bit her already reddened earlobe.

This made Shang Qinghui shrink her neck, turning her head to try and push Bian Yingning away.

But Bian Yingning didn’t let go, and the delicate earlobe, never before sucked into a moist mouth, was pulled.

“Hiss—”

Shang Qinghui let out a small gasp.

Her head was still rubbing against Bian Yingning’s face.

Because of this, Shang Qinghui’s hand, which had been lightly touching Bian Yingning’s waist, tightened its grip.

As Bian Yingning’s tongue began to circle her ear, Shang Qinghui felt like she was underwater, unable to hear anything.

Her hearing seemed blocked by something invisible.

She was completely limp, her eyes closed, unable to make a sound.

She was like a fish gasping for water, or a drowning person.

Wet, sticky sounds accompanied each light movement, amplified in her ears. Her mind was blank, wanting more.

After a while, Bian Yingning finally released Shang Qinghui’s ear, and Shang Qinghui slowly opened her eyes.

She looked at Bian Yingning with soft, tender eyes, devoid of her usual disdain.

Her face was flushed, seemingly dazed, completely at Bian Yingning’s mercy.

Bian Yingning’s fingers twitched.

She wanted to devour this juicy dumpling, skin, filling, and sauce, in one bite.

She had given Shang Qinghui the chance, the time, but she hadn’t acted.

So Bian Yingning wouldn’t be polite.

Light kisses trailed down her jawline.

Perhaps from nervousness, Shang Qinghui’s neck was tense, and Bian Yingning’s light bites fell on every inch of her neck.

“Bian Yingning…”

When Bian Yingning’s fingers reached under the hem of Shang Qinghui’s pajamas, Shang Qinghui let out a trembling whisper.

“Hmm?”

Bian Yingning, busy with her “progress,” responded with a breathy sound.

Playful fingers slid up and down her supple waist.

Smooth, soft, and firm.

This area was sensitive for Shang Qinghui; she squirmed like she was being tickled by a caterpillar.

Her movements were like striking a flint, sparks flying.

Bian Yingning’s hands were inside her clothes, gripping Shang Qinghui’s slender waist, feeling her size.

“So slender,” the light laughter was like magic, whispering near her collarbone.

Shang Qinghui’s throat trembled; she felt incredibly thirsty.

No wonder TV dramas often showed people hugging for warmth.

Being together was so hot.

Like a fire burning through their bodies.

Bian Yingning pressed down on her, her legs on either side, forcing Shang Qinghui under her.

“Are we… a couple now?” Shang Qinghui asked, looking into Bian Yingning’s eyes.

Bian Yingning looked up; Shang Qinghui’s eyes were fixed on her, slightly nervous.

“I don’t know where this will go, or if we’ll last, or what we’ll face, but right now, I want to tell you…”

A gentle kiss, landing on Shang Qinghui’s pursed lips, “Yes,” Bian Yingning said solemnly.

Shang Qinghui smiled sweetly, her arms around Bian Yingning’s neck, her eyes making Bian Yingning’s heart flutter.

Shang Qinghui said solemnly, “Then I’m only yours.”

Bian Yingning responded by hugging her tightly.

“Never started” versus “once possessed”—which is better?

Bian Yingning chose to live in the moment.

They savored the quiet moment. After a while, Shang Qinghui, feeling breathless, pushed Bian Yingning, “Get up.”

“Mmm, why?” Bian Yingning rubbed her head against Shang Qinghui’s, unwilling to move.

“You’re suffocating me.”

“I’m not heavy. You’re lying!” Bian Yingning accused in a muffled voice.

This feeling was wonderful, like being enveloped in chocolate cake—sweet and sticky. She didn’t want to do anything, just stay like this.

“Shall we switch positions?” Shang Qinghui suggested, stepping back.

Bian Yingning: “…”

Her arms were still around Shang Qinghui’s waist… switching positions?

Not good.

Seeing Bian Yingning’s hesitation, Shang Qinghui became displeased. She dared to ignore her!

“Hurry up, or get off,” Shang Qinghui said fiercely.

For the two of them, the sweet and gentle atmosphere seemed unable to last too long.

“No!” Bian Yingning refused, “I haven’t done anything yet.”

No one would agree to that.

“What else do you want to do?” Shang Qinghui widened her eyes.

Her waist had been touched until it was numb; was that nothing?

Bian Yingning looked up at Shang Qinghui and smiled, “Haven’t you always teased me about being small?”

Shang Qinghui was startled by her smile.

The next moment, Bian Yingning raised her hands.

Like peeling a banana, the white flesh was revealed, the peel piled on her neck.

The delicate, pink, shell-like brassier with gold thread, barely concealing the soft mounds, was revealed.

With her indented waist.

Her firm abdomen…

Bian Yingning asked, “You don’t wear a belly button ring at home, right?”

Shang Qinghui, completely exposed before she could stop it: “???”

You took off my clothes, and you’re asking this now?

“Get, off, me!”

Shang Qinghui was furious.

Bian Yingning, using the same tactic, buried her head, “Nooo~”

But Shang Qinghui’s clothes were already off; she buried her face in the pink brassier.

The strong floral scent filled Bian Yingning’s senses. The soft skin against her face made her mouth dry, wanting to bite it to see if it would release juice.

Bian Yingning thought it, and did it.

…

Shang Qinghui, unwilling to be the only one bitten, thought of Bian Yingning’s clothes and started to remove them.

They rolled around, playing with each other’s bodies.

…

The door knocked twice, then opened, revealing the two women, tangled on the sofa, clothes disheveled, hair messy, hands still inside each other’s clothes, with glimpses of bare skin.

Ouyang Fei, entering and seeing this, was stunned. Her words were cut short, as she stared at the embracing pair.

“You…”

“You…”

Ouyang Fei’s voice trembled.

Bian Yingning was also stunned. She had asked if the door was locked, intending to misbehave, but she hadn’t expected to be caught “in the act.”

…Or rather, caught on the sofa.

“Mom, you’re here just in time. Call the bodyguards. Beat this woman up!”

Shang Qinghui reacted quickly, shouting, pinching Bian Yingning’s waist, making her cry out in pain.

Shang Qinghui pushed her, trying to get on top, but the sofa was too soft. Bian Yingning pinned her down again.

“Aunt… sorry,” Bian Yingning understood Shang Qinghui’s intention, smiling at Ouyang Fei, “Let me teach your daughter a lesson!”

She pressed Shang Qinghui down, shouting, “Do you surrender?”

“I surrender your sister!” Shang Qinghui, freeing one leg, kicked Bian Yingning.

Ouyang Fei: “…”

In a few seconds, the situation had changed drastically.

She thought they were being intimate, but they were fighting!

Their clothes were almost torn, and one’s underwear strap was hanging.

Ouyang Fei quickly intervened, “Stop it! You’re friends!”

Shang Qinghui gritted her teeth, freeing her other leg and kicking Bian Yingning, “I’m not her friend, you slut!”

Bian Yingning fought back, tickling her, “Heh, do you think I want to be friends with you, you bun!”

“You called me a bun? You’re the bun! I’ll fight you!”

Ouyang Fei: “…”

The noise had spread throughout the villa.

…

Downstairs.

They were finally separated, sitting on separate sofas.

Shang Qinghui smoothed her hair, avoiding eye contact with Bian Yingning.

Bian Yingning secretly watched Shang Qinghui look at Ouyang Fei. Did Shang Qinghui seem genuinely angry?

Probably not. She hadn’t pinched her hard; it was just a show. But Shang Qinghui had pinched her…

She suspected her flesh was bruised.

Was her acting so good that even Bian Yingning couldn’t tell if she was genuinely angry? She looked angry.