So it turns out Ning Shangyu’s tongue is so soft—and slippery…
Lin Zhishui was tense, unable to tell whether the rapid pounding in her chest was just her heartbeat or a more direct effect from Ning Shangyu.
Sitting there, so pale, she was like a piece of snow dropped into flames, silently melting away.
Yet, the melted snowwater gradually transformed into a pure, beautiful lake, dyed by golden flames into ripples like silk, gently flowing along Ning Shangyu’s sharply arched brow bone, tracing down his nose bridge and lips.
Lin Zhishui embraced him in a different way, her snow-white skin flushed faintly pink.
As she rubbed lightly, her hair drifted like swaying tendrils, falling onto her slender, delicate ankles.
At the same time, she clearly felt the tip of Ning Shangyu’s tongue pressing down, followed by the subtle rolling of his Adam’s apple.
Suddenly, she lowered her head and stared at him.
At this moment, Ning Shangyu was unlike his usual proud and sharp self sitting high above all.
Even if he was willing to be the subordinate for a moment, there was no doubt he was still the handsome lion king in hunting mode, effortlessly enjoying the prey he had locked onto long ago.
For a brief instant, Lin Zhishui’s heart trembled slightly, as if her soul was forcibly sucked out of her body, and without any resistance, was being devoured alive.
In the end, she completely lost herself, sliding abruptly, tracing along his jaw down to the chest exposed by the open bathrobe, quietly resting there with her lashes closed.
Even her shallow breaths dragged out soft and sticky, falling on his beautifully contoured, hormone-charged muscles.
That lake solidified into a crystal-clear figure, easily enveloped within Ning Shangyu’s territory.
He simply raised his arm, leisurely rubbing the sore corner of her eye, reddened as if from crying.
The soreness at the corner of Lin Zhishui’s eye intensified.
She lifted her head, looking confused and dazed, her mind still not fully awake.
Ning Shangyu leisurely scrutinized her half a moment, his voice flowing from his throat, unusually deep and pleasant because his lips and tongue had been moistened: “Remember the content of the practical lesson?”
Lin Zhishui’s large, pure eyes stared unblinking at him.
She didn’t fully understand the question, so she quietly stared back, feeling as if Ning Shangyu’s features were coated in a translucent sheen, subconsciously wanting to wipe it away.
But her clumsy fingers, already drained of strength from the double assault on her psyche and senses, couldn’t manage it.
Ning Shangyu curled his lips, repeating in a low voice: “Bad student, how much did you remember?”
Lin Zhishui parted her lips slightly, somewhat unwilling to concede and wanting to argue.
She was a good student, gifted in learning since childhood.
The famous tutors hired by the Lin family had sincerely praised her intelligence.
But after understanding Ning Shangyu’s teaching content, her voice broke off.
The corner of her eyes began to drift, as if unwilling to face the enlightenment knowledge head-on.
Ning Shangyu lifted her up and left the sofa marked with traces of their encounter.
“Wait,” Lin Zhishui said nervously, softly whispering in his shoulder’s hollow, “That thing you dropped will be seen…”
Earlier, Ning Shangyu had been too lazy to take it off and just tore it apart.
The little piece of silk fabric, delicate as it was, could hardly withstand his hands and was tossed into the sofa crack without a second thought.
Fortunately, Lin Zhishui remembered in time and avoided the embarrassment of it being found during housekeeping.
The torn piece of fabric eventually ended up in the bathroom trash bin.
That was also its final resting place.
Lin Zhishui’s own resting place was under the snowy, fluffy quilt in Ning Shangyu’s increasingly warm embrace.
He threw the black bathrobe onto the plush carpet at the foot of the bed.
The bedroom was very quiet.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, sunlight gilded his back like scattered gold.
When he bowed his head, shadows cloaked his face. Lin Zhishui didn’t dare look at him, turning her cheek to the pillow and unconsciously quieting her weak breathing.
In fact, she had sensed earlier that the suppressant was gradually wearing off.
When the last dose had been used, and Ning Shangyu’s business trip was still not over, she already had a vague premonition.
Before leaving Beverly Manor, he would have one final encounter with her.
And logically, yesterday he used his nose bridge, today his lips and tongue.
As the one who enjoyed it, Lin Zhishui had no reason to refuse continuing, reassuring her nervous heart this way.
But as soon as it started, she couldn’t take it anymore.
Her skin’s temperature climbed several degrees hotter than the scorching sun.
Tears welled up: “Why… again…?”
…The second time. It was so unbearable.
Ning Shangyu didn’t move a muscle.
His proud, handsome face remained calm: “Hmph, this is normal. Not all yet.”
Normal?
This is called normal?!
Wait, what does ‘not all yet’ mean? Could it be that he had always held back before?
Lin Zhishui’s expression was shocked by this.
For a moment she couldn’t decide whether to focus on the present or recall the fine details from last time.
Her fragile heart couldn’t withstand the overwhelming intensity and wanted to escape, but her waist and ankles felt like they were trapped by the tail of some invisible beast.
She sank fully into the quilt, helplessly clutching Ning Shangyu’s shoulder.
Her cheeks, soaked with tears, began to swell red as if allergic: “How much is left? I don’t feel good, Ning Shangyu. I’m a little scared. Please don’t be like this…”
Her nature was always pitifully open and honest about her fears.
Her soul and body were so pure and unblemished that even the smallest flicker of emotion could be clearly seen on her face.
First pleading and sobbing, then realizing Ning Shangyu’s dangerous look was utterly indifferent, she began to save herself.
Whispering by his ear, she said, “Hey, give me some liquor. Any kind will do, as long as it’s strong. Please.”
Ning Shangyu tilted his head and slowly kissed her lips, stretching out his arm to grab her hand and pull it down: “At this length, you have to learn to endure it.”
Lin Zhishui closed her eyes as she was reluctantly measured.
He was extremely restrained and patient, keeping plenty of distance throughout.
Her delicate, soft flesh was still grazed and broken, though Ning Shangyu was merciful with his mouth.
But that extraordinarily sensitive part wasn’t spared, and after just half an hour, it was thoroughly battered.
When he came out from the bathroom after washing, casually wrapped in a bath towel, the increasingly bright sunlight fell on his sculpted, proud face.
Every sharp line, contour, and angle was accentuated vividly and strikingly.
Lin Zhishui’s tear-streaked eyes memorized the culprit, then turned away, burying her face in the pillow as if at any moment she might suffocate.
Ning Shangyu stepped forward to hug her but was met with coldness.
He lightly touched the delicate side of her neck exposed by her hair, deliberately asking, “Such a temper, huh?”
Lin Zhishui ignored him, letting him plant kisses on her side neck and earlobe, then finally couldn’t help but speak: “No matter how big my temper is, it’s not as big as yours!”
Ning Shangyu barely raised an eyebrow, easily lifting her soft body into his arms.
Then he walked to the sofa by the window and sat down.
Bathed in sunlight, Lin Zhishui’s cold skin gradually warmed, seeming a little more comfortable.
But the window was by him, and the sharp silhouette under the towel was overwhelming, making her a little uneasy sitting still.
Thinking this over, Lin Zhishui decided to confront the serious mismatch between them and directly asked, “Did you leave two-thirds of yourself outside?”
Ning Shangyu retorted, “Miss Lin, didn’t you measure it?”
Lin Zhishui suddenly felt her fingertips inexplicably hot and instinctively hesitated.
Of course, she had measured; otherwise, she wouldn’t have asked so precisely.
She was just shocked, having thought she had already accepted him quite well the last time they were drunk, even though it had been painful.
After this experience, she realized Ning Shangyu’s earlier remark about only tasting lightly was actually a double entendre!
Half a moment later, Lin Zhishui raised her snow-white wrist and, facing him, measured with her thumb and forefinger a length, her tone serious: “You can’t go in that far. I would feel stretched.”
Then she gestured a shorter length: “This is perfect.”
Ning Shangyu remained perfectly calm.
Lin Zhishui’s eyes widened slightly, full of hope, whispering, “Is that okay?”
“No,” he refused, even coldly informing her, “Next time use two-thirds.”
Lin Zhishui’s hopes were crushed in a second.
After a long moment to recover, realizing her physique was no match for his, and still held in his arms, she quickly calmed her breathing and made what she considered her most ruthless expression, issuing a warning: “Then I’ll bite you!”
She wasn’t joking.
She even applied the medicine to reduce swelling herself, refusing to let Ning Shangyu see.
In the following days, whenever she walked, she moved slowly and deliberately, saying her body felt a little weak.
After the business trip to Los Angeles ended, Lin Zhishui obediently returned with him to Sicheng.
Neither of them mentioned the secret incident in the living room again, as if it had never happened.
She kept it in her heart, only occasionally recalling Ning Shangyu’s warm lips and tongue in late-night dreams—complete and probing.
Upon waking, even the white skin of her temple inexplicably broke out in a fine sweat.
Only then did Lin Zhishui realize that compared to below, her body actually preferred the “above” part.
But Ning Shangyu never gave her more. With a strict, “strangers keep away” austerity, amidst his busy official affairs, he would occasionally take her out to relieve boredom at important business events, always dressed immaculately in black silk suits with a glamorous brooch.
At a top-tier banquet at the mansion’s venue.
Lin Zhishui unexpectedly ran into Qin Wanyin, who also had an invitation. Now, separated by floors, Qin Wanyin came alone to the terrace for some fresh air. Her wrist gently rested on the carved railing; her long lashes hung down, hiding emotions clear as water beneath their exquisite shadow.
As the creeping vines and leaves on the railing were shaken loose by the night wind, they trembled and fell onto Qin Wanyin’s red high-heeled shoes.
Suddenly, she lifted her head and locked eyes with Lin Zhishui.
The atmosphere between them thickened, subtle but heavy.
Though neither spoke, Qin Wanyin deeply sensed a glaring challenge in Lin Zhishui’s glassy eyes.
Inevitably, she recalled how Cui Daiyun had suddenly refused an invitation.
There was absolutely a hand of Lin Zhishui behind it.
Only the woman occupying Ning Shangyu’s side as his pillow companion would least hope for a new drug to be developed.
After the brief exchange, Qin Wanyin stood rooted.
The next second, she clearly saw Ning Shangyu’s tall, imposing figure calmly appear on the broad marble terrace.
But he didn’t look down.
Instead, with his back to the railing, he stretched out a slender arm, seemingly circling Lin Zhishui’s waist.
Whether they actually touched was unknowable, but they stood close.
Seconds later, he raised his hand wearing a cold, dazzling ring to shield her from the wind, as if displeased by the chill of the early autumn night.
The next moment, he directly led her back inside.
Just witnessing this scene pained Qin Wanyin’s soul.
Her finely made-up face paled inch by inch.
“Wanyin.”
Min Guxue approached in a deep green silk gown, obviously having observed everything, lowering her voice: “Lin Zhishui’s look at you was deliberate. Don’t let her provoke you.”
Qin Wanyin softly smiled: “I didn’t care.”
“From what I’ve heard, Lin Xiguang, who married into the Jiangnan Chu family, is vengeful and hard to get along with… her sister must be no good either.”
Min Guxue, though not from a top aristocratic family, was a leading international fashion star.
She disliked clinging to power but loved mixing with high society ladies and was very adept.