The fitting room of "Yimeng JK" was spacious and bright, with a massive floor-to-ceiling mirror set into the side wall. Against the opposite wall rested a wide, long bench, perfect for holding personal belongings. Colorful metal butterflies dangled from the ceiling, while a tall, slender stand in the corner held pink scented crystals, releasing a warm, amber fragrance that hung in the air.
Yaxi hadn't brought any belongings, so she shoved Chen Ling, who'd come with her, onto the bench. Without a bed to work with, she couldn't straddle him with her legs and pin him to the wall with both hands. For her first "wall slam," she wanted it to have flair, so she planted one leg against his crotch and hooked his chin with a single hand.
"Chen Ling," she said, her voice low and deliberate, "if you don't want Xu Xiaoyi to find out about us, you'd better do as I say."
But Chen Ling's focus wasn't on her—it drifted outside.
The voices filtering in from beyond the door were faint, yet clear enough to make out.
"No way!"
"What do you mean, no way?"
"I… this… we can't leave! It's not every day you find a store you're into, so let's stay and browse. We're not going anywhere!"
"Chen Ling, listen," Yaxi said, summoning her nerve as she brushed her fingers across his lips. "Listen—they'll be out there for a while."
His lips were a soft pink, thin on top and plump below. Before he'd ever dated, the girls in class used to huddle together, whispering about what it'd be like to kiss Chen Ling: those sexy lips looked like they'd be divine to kiss. A quick learner in everything, his kissing skills had to be top-notch too.
And it was those same lips that had purred seductively into his ex-girlfriend's ear—and fired icy barbs at her.
Yaxi wanted to claim those lips, but not by offering her own. No, she'd use her fingers.
"Chen Ling, lick me," she ordered.
She didn't say where, but her soft fingertips grazed his lips, rubbing back and forth, teasing their way past his teeth.
Chen Ling's eyes were dark and fathomless, untouched by the glow of the crystal chandelier overhead.
The act carried a heavy edge of humiliation, and Chen Ling seized her brief pause to speak. "I told you, it's over between her and me. You don't need to do this."
"What am I doing!" Yaxi growled under her breath, taking advantage of his open mouth to slide her finger inside, brushing against his slick tongue and hooking his palate. Chen Ling's cool, crisp voice turned murky, stifled into a whimper by her deliberate pressure.
"Lick me, or I'll fuck your mouth with my fingers until she hears it," Yaxi said, mimicking the rhythm of sex as she added another finger, trapping his tongue and sliding in and out.
"Mm…" Chen Ling, who'd never been handled like this, finally let a groan slip from his throat.
"Lu Ziyang, did you hear something just now?"
"What… what sound? What are you going on about, Xu Xiaoyi? It's broad daylight—what could it be!"
Her fingertips pulled away from his tongue, drawing out a long, curved thread of saliva, glistening and clear. Yaxi grinned, pleased to see a flush creeping into the corners of Chen Ling's eyes. "Ah Ling," she taunted, "you licked me so well, and those moans— so slutty. You're a good dog. But you didn't hold back enough. What if Xu Xiaoyi figures it out and barges in?"
Chen Ling's lips, pried apart by her fingers, wouldn't close. The tip of his tongue, reddened from her grip, peeked out like a ripe berry begging to be plucked—utterly erotic.
The pure, untouchable Chen Ling, who belonged to someone else, had been reduced to this by her hands, and it thrilled Yaxi to no end.
Yet his eyes remained dark, deep, an endless abyss.
No—different now. Sharper, colder, like a blade. He stared at her, predatory, like a wolf.
Disgust or hatred, it didn't matter to Yaxi. She was hell-bent on making him yield to her in front of Xu Xiaoyi, shattering his pure love and flawless morals, grinding their bond into the dirt.
"Lick me," she said, knowing she'd lost her mind. Her voice trembled, eyes glistening as she repeated, "Lick me!"