“Mm… mmhmm…” Though she had long been used to Liu Zhaoran’s occasional “passion” and “random heat,” Song Nanyin still hadn’t expected the woman to kiss her in a place like this.

Her body was pressed against the tree. A trace of the snow that had fallen not long ago still lingered, cool against her back, though there was no need to fear insects. Before her was a soft body and a faint fragrance; behind her, the cold, hard trunk. Caught between the two, she felt a subtle sense of dislocation.

Liu Zhaoran’s tongue was very soft. Every time they kissed, Song Nanyin gained a whole new understanding of what kissing meant. Her first kiss had been given by Liu Zhaoran, and every kiss since had been hers as well.

The woman’s lips were fragrant and soft. Kissing her was like holding a piece of jelly in one’s mouth, or rather the softest cotton cake. Song Nanyin went from daze to response in just a few seconds. She raised her hand to circle Liu Zhaoran’s waist, drawing her closer and tilting her head to meet her.

A stirring kiss took only three seconds from ignition to reciprocation. Song Nanyin, however, felt that if the other person were Liu Zhaoran, even one second would be enough, wouldn’t it?

“Team Leader Song’s lipstick today tastes like sugar blossom,” Liu Zhaoran said softly after the kiss ended. She didn’t pull away, merely shifting from negative distance to zero distance. Their lips pressed together, thin against thin, grinding against each other.

She could feel the rhythm of her speech, and their breath mingled in the air between them.

Song Nanyin was muddled by Liu Zhaoran’s words. In truth, her lipstick had no scent at all. Before she could speak, Liu Zhaoran suddenly licked her. Again and again, her nimble tongue tip like an annoying, teasing little snake, flicking its tail at her.

Song Nanyin’s lips felt unbearably ticklish. She couldn’t help pressing them together and heard Liu Zhaoran laugh.

“Team Leader Song, does it tickle? Want me to scratch it for you?” Liu Zhaoran lowered her voice. Song Nanyin had always felt that when she spoke in that breathy tone, the timbre of her voice changed.

It lost its usual cool elegance, turning husky, and sounding… lewd.

“Where am I itchy?” Song Nanyin asked. Her question was exactly what Liu Zhaoran wanted.

“I’d guess… Team Leader Song is itchy right here.”

As she spoke, Liu Zhaoran’s fingers lightly touched Song Nanyin’s neck, tracing down her throat. Two fingers mimicked a walking motion, traveling downward bit by bit, slipping under the hem of Song Nanyin’s inner layer and sliding inside.

Her hands had been outside for a while and were a bit cold. The moment they touched skin, Song Nanyin broke out in goosebumps. She gasped softly, then drew out a long breath. The hand at her side trembled, hesitated, curled a few times, but didn’t rise to stop her.

“Team Leader Song is wearing a push-up style today, though you’re already plenty big here.” Liu Zhaoran kneaded Song Nanyin’s full breasts, stroking the fronts gently through the bra.

Push-up bras generally did an excellent job of shaping, making the bust line prettier. The downside, however, was the extra padding, so much that the nipple inside couldn’t be felt through that layer of fabric. The friction was like an itch scratched through a boot, leaving Song Nanyin restless and unable to bear it.

Unable to hold still, she arched her back. Liu Zhaoran took the opportunity to slide a leg between hers, pressing it against her core.

“Team Leader Song, do you think someone might suddenly pass by here? Think about it. Since this is a famous dating spot, there are bound to be a few alumni coming back for old times’ sake, right? If they saw us leaning together like this, what would they think?”

Liu Zhaoran looked at the empty slope around them and asked with feigned seriousness. Hearing this, Song Nanyin rolled her eyes inwardly. She felt that if Liu Zhaoran was truly afraid, then she shouldn’t be kissing and groping here; what was the use of all this nonsense?

“Then let’s go back now.”

“Is Team Leader Song scared? Or angry?”

Seeing Song Nanyin want to leave, Liu Zhaoran pressed her back against the tree. Song Nanyin let out a light snort. She really wanted to bite her. So annoying.

“I’m not angry. It’s just… can you not be such a White Lotus?”

“I’m not being a White Lotus on purpose.”

Not being one on purpose was even more infuriating than being one deliberately. Because Song Nanyin could fully read it as Liu Zhaoran’s White Lotus and the Black-Hearted Lotus in her bones both being deeply rooted. This damn woman had reached a certain peak of White Lotus…

“Alright, don’t be angry. I’ll coax you.” Liu Zhaoran smiled, but there was no smile in her dark, bright eyes. She naturally knew Song Nanyin wasn’t truly angry and was certain she had ways to keep her.

Perhaps this was excessive to say, but she felt that Song Nanyin was like a disobedient little pet. Her resistance, her bad temper, were things Liu Zhaoran permitted, even deliberately provoked. She didn’t dislike Song Nanyin’s defiance or rejection; she took pleasure in it.

On dull days, nothing whiled away the time better than such an amusing pet. What’s more, the little lion could even bring her physical satisfaction.

“Team Leader Song’s nipples are hard. You always get turned on so fast there.” Liu Zhaoran said bluntly, even pulling Song Nanyin’s bra into disarray to deliberately pinch her nipples. Provoked like this, Song Nanyin let out a light gasp and tried to pull back, unable to bear it.

Vicious as she was, Liu Zhaoran naturally wouldn’t let her go. So the more Song Nanyin retreated, the further she advanced.

“Team Leader Song, may I go in?” Liu Zhaoran asked in a low voice, her other hand sliding down along the way, lightly tracing circles on Song Nanyin’s lower belly, round and round.

Ripples, spreading outward one ring after another. A boat that had lost its oars, drifting on the lake’s surface.

“No. You didn’t wash your hands.” Song Nanyin had something of a cleanliness fixation, especially when it came to sex. In the past, when with Liu Zhaoran, they would always wash their bodies, including the important parts, thoroughly clean before starting.

Now they were outdoors, and Liu Zhaoran had just touched a wine glass. No matter what, Song Nanyin couldn’t get over that hurdle in her mind.

“Alright then… if I don’t touch your pussy, how about touching that? You’re so sensitive there; it’ll feel good in no time.”

“No, it’ll dirty my clothes.” Song Nanyin answered without thinking. Hearing this can’t and that won’t, Liu Zhaoran didn’t get angry; she laughed instead. Fine, satisfying the pet’s demands was also one of the owner’s duties.

“It won’t. I brought a handkerchief.” After saying this, Liu Zhaoran actually took a clean handkerchief out of her small bag. It appeared so abruptly that Song Nanyin couldn’t help suspecting the woman had planned something this lewd all along.

“Team Leader Song, this really is a whim. Who told you to always make my desires surge?” Liu Zhaoran was utterly shameless, and her words were dropping past all limits again. Song Nanyin really couldn’t hold back the urge to retort, but the other’s next move choked off her impulse to speak.

The hem of her skirt was slowly lifted, and her soft place was gently kneaded in a palm. Through the thin lace panties, she could easily feel the warmth of Liu Zhaoran’s palm. A little low, but not as icy as before.

“Team Leader Song seems to really like this style. Not wearing plain cotton anymore lately?” Liu Zhaoran laughed softly, a note of teasing in her tone. Song Nanyin knew what she meant, and a faint blush crept across her face in the darkness.

When her body had first started feeling strange, Song Nanyin had worried that she’d get aroused there at any moment, so she’d bought many pairs of plain, modest underwear. But recently, being with Liu Zhaoran, she’d discovered that even if she had a reaction, her skirts covered it well.

And so, driven by her love of beauty, Song Nanyin had started wearing those sexy little panties again. Now, being called out so bluntly by Liu Zhaoran, she felt a little embarrassed.

“Liu Zhaoran, what a waste, you having a mouth.”

“Is that so? But I think my mouth is very useful. For example, it can kiss Team Leader Song’s lips, and it can kiss other places too.”

Liu Zhaoran didn’t mind Song Nanyin’s sharp-tongued jabs. Instead, she savored the thrill of outdoor intimacy. Even if it was only touching her body, in this kind of environment, on school grounds, everything stimulated Liu Zhaoran’s excitement.

She cupped the softness in her palm, gently squeezing the little bud that was gradually growing hard, her thumb web circling around its tip. Song Nanyin was sensitive there, easily stirred into feeling; today, it was especially fast.

“Mm… Black-Hearted Lotus… be gentle.”

“Does this pressure hurt?”

Liu Zhaoran didn’t slip her hand inside, merely fondling through the panties, pressing with the force of her palm. Like kneading a ball of highly elastic dough. The only difference was that dough could be kneaded bigger and bigger, while the limits here were very small.

“Mm… it doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t hurt now. Don’t twist…” Song Nanyin panted rapidly. Liu Zhaoran loved most the sound of her panting at times like this. Song Nanyin always held back; she didn’t voice from deep in her throat, but breathed through her nose, letting out soft sighs.

“Team Leader Song, has anyone ever done this to you? I don’t mean the sex part. I mean, has anyone ever caressed you like this?”

Liu Zhaoran wasn’t the type to dwell on the past. She asked only because she felt that at a moment like this, asking such a question would make it feel more intense.

“What nonsense are you spouting now?” Song Nanyin’s body trembled at her words. She neither wanted to answer that Liu Zhaoran was the first and let her gloat, nor tell a boring lie. So she simply didn’t reply, turning her head away and pretending not to hear.

Her evasion became the answer Liu Zhaoran was satisfied with. One of Song Nanyin’s most adorable traits was her lack of candor.

“Team Leader Song, I’m going to speed up.” Feeling the little thing in her palm had fully risen, Liu Zhaoran was very satisfied with Song Nanyin’s reaction. That she felt desire for her was something Liu Zhaoran was absolutely certain of.

On the day of the school anniversary, in a place like the school, standing where there was no cover, feeling desire for each other, tearing apart the forbidden labels, the pleasure was always especially pronounced.

“Black-Hearted Lotus… the handkerchief… don’t dirty my skirt.” Song Nanyin closed her eyes, having long since gained a fair understanding of her body’s resistance.

Her lower belly cramped as she was about to be sent to the peak of pleasure right there. Just then, a voice abruptly cut off their movements.

“What are you doing? Are you students of the school?” The newcomer was a patrolling security guard. Because Song Nanyin and Liu Zhaoran were standing under the tree, his flashlight couldn’t reach them, so naturally he hadn’t seen their movements clearly.

At that, Song Nanyin didn’t dare continue. She frantically pulled Liu Zhaoran’s hand out and hurriedly tidied her clothes while the guard hadn’t yet come over. Compared to her fluster, Liu Zhaoran was unhurried, even taking the initiative to walk out and stand under the streetlight.

“Hello, I’m a student back for the school anniversary. My friend lost something, and we’re looking for it.” Liu Zhaoran had resumed her proper voice. With her looks and bearing, no one could possibly associate her with something like having sex out in the open.

The uncle guard was successfully fooled and even left them the flashlight so they could search more easily. Liu Zhaoran took it with a smile, then shone the light between the legs of Song Nanyin as she came out.

The skirt had a slight bulge; without looking closely, it wasn’t easy to notice. But with Liu Zhaoran’s flashlight shining there, the shadow combined with the bulge made it especially obvious.

“Hey, what are you doing…” Song Nanyin’s face flushed. She wished she could walk over and give Liu Zhaoran a punch. Seeing this, Liu Zhaoran sidestepped to dodge.

“Sorry, I was just making a token search. Otherwise, the flashlight would have been accepted for nothing.” Liu Zhaoran tilted her head, looking every bit the model student, which made Song Nanyin want to hit her even more.

“Forget it. I can’t be bothered with you. Let’s go home.” Song Nanyin said in a low voice and walked straight ahead. Liu Zhaoran quickly followed, muttering softly behind her.

“Go home… and continue?”