Snow-Kissed Rose (GL) Chapter 98

Merely the act of restraining Huai Xu wouldn't be difficult. What troubled Song Yingshi was the specific requirements…

Song Yingshi, with a touch of guilt, followed Huai Xu into their room.

As Song Yingshi was lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice that her guide had already reached her destination. She simply kept following Huai Xu's every step.

When Huai Xu suddenly stopped, Song Yingshi also halted behind her.

Turning around, Huai Xu placed a mandarin in Song Yingshi's hand and said, "Play with this. Leave it aside once you've peeled it; I'll eat it afterwards."

Huai Xu's tone was coaxing and full of patience. It also carried a hint of amusement.

Song Yingshi: "..."

Song Yingshi placed the mandarin on the vanity and watched as Huai Xu began unpacking her luggage. She then glanced at the mission timer, seeing that she had less than two hours to complete her mission.

Although this was ample time for Song Yingshi to complete her mission, an indescribable feeling stirred within her heart.

Strictly speaking, this wasn't a feeling of anxiety or urgency typically associated with a looming deadline. Instead, it was the feeling of knowing she was about to do something she had long known would happen.

Song Yingshi kept simulating scenarios in her mind, guessing possible outcomes, discarding them, and starting over. Although she feigned calmness on the surface, she knew better than anyone that, in reality, she was nervous and expectant.

Huai Xu became the eye of the storm in the room, her every action stirring the air in the room.

Struggling to maintain her calm facade, Song Yingshi picked up the mandarin again and started peeling it to distract herself. Unfortunately, even the fragrant smell of citrus wafting from her hands couldn't quite deter her thoughts, her gaze constantly drifting back to Huai Xu.

After Song Yingshi snuck a glance at Huai Xu for the third time in under a minute, she resigned herself and hardened her resolve.

Huai Xu hung her clothes in the wardrobe beside Song Yingshi's clothes, the arrangement hinting at an indescribable intimacy. As she took a second to admire her work, she heard Song Yingshi's voice from behind her: "Make way, I'm grabbing my clothes."

Huai Xu moved aside as requested.

Song Yingshi grabbed a random nightdress, then proceeded to rummage through the accessory drawer in the wardrobe. After a while, she pulled out a white-dotted ribbon that Huai Xu found incredibly familiar.

During the training camp, Huai Xu had once used this ribbon to cover Song Yingshi's eyes. (Reference to Chapter 15)

"What are you grabbing that for?" Huai Xu asked.

"I'll be using it later," Song Yingshi said, placing the ribbon into Huai Xu's hand for safekeeping.

Huai Xu raised an eyebrow and gave Song Yingshi an inquiring gaze as she accepted the ribbon.

However, seemingly oblivious to Huai Xu's gaze, Song Yingshi turned around and disappeared into the bathroom. A moment later, the sound of running water came from the bathroom.

Huai Xu hadn't finished unpacking yet, so she placed the ribbon on the bedside table and resumed organizing her clothes.

…

After Huaixu finished showering and drying her hair, as she was combing her still-warm tresses, she turned her head and saw Song Yingshi covering the camera.

"Aren't you afraid of being overheard?" Huai Xu asked, smiling.

Huai Xu naturally understood Song Yingshi's actions. They had clarified their relationship during the holiday after the third public performance. Even though they were back at the White Tower and had numerous eyes and cameras to act as deterrents, it would still be difficult for them to control their urges, especially when they were alone and in a private setting. Moreover, even if they abstained from physical intimacy, they were likely to let some secrets slip through their sweet whispers if they weren't being extra careful.

Upon hearing Huai Xu's question, Song Yingshi genuinely reached out and unplugged the camera, then turned around and gave Huai Xu a meaningful look.

"What is it?" Huai Xu asked, puzzled by Song Yingshi's look.

Song Yingshi shook her head.

Huai Xu was becoming more secretive in her actions lately, so when Song Yingshi saw Huai Xu digging her own grave, a sense of satisfaction filled her.

Song Yingshi felt the burden on her diminish inexplicably, and she became more confident in what was to come.

With the camera taken care of, Song Yingshi proceeded to switch off the ceiling lights, leaving only two bedside lamps to illuminate the room.

Song Yingshi's wine-red nightdress swayed with her movements, its soft, smooth silk displayed fully. It seemed as though red wine poured down her body, infusing the room with an intoxicating atmosphere.

The current Song Yingshi was simply too alluring to ignore. Setting the comb down on the vanity, Huai Xu rose from the chair and—

Knock, knock.

Soft knocks suddenly came from the door.

Huai Xu regrettably changed her direction and headed over to the door.

Upon opening the door and seeing Xing Huan outside, Huai Xu asked impatiently, "What is it?"

Xing Huan: "..."

Xing Huan blinked her eyes and looked past Huai Xu, spotting Song Yingshi sitting in bed in the dimly lit bedroom. Immediately, she realized she had come at a bad time.

It turned out that while bachelorettes like herself were still having fun outside, a certain couple was already starting their nightly activities!

Adults normally showed their embarrassment through their feet, not their face. Xing Huan, with her foxy features, stated quickly and seriously, "Tomorrow's activities start at 6.30 AM. I just came here to tell you that. Goodnight."

After saying so, Xing Huan politely closed the door and hurried to the room next door. As a considerate friend, she knew when to make herself scarce.

Meanwhile, Huai Xu chuckled as she looked at the tightly shut door before her. Just as she was about to turn around, a warm presence pressed against her back, and a pair of hands wrapped around her from behind. Then, before she could react, a cool, silky fabric deprived her of her vision.

Immediately, Huai Xu's thoughts went to a certain ribbon.

Song Yingshi silently nudged Huai Xu's shoulder with her chin.

Huai Xu chuckled softly, fumbling to raise her hand and caress Song Yingshi's head. After turning around and taking a whiff of Song Yingshi's hair, she asked, "What do you want to do?"

Song Yingshi didn't answer. She simply guided Huai Xu through the shadows, all the way to the bedside and then some more, causing Huai Xu to stumble onto the bed. Then, before Huai Xu could correct her posture, she got on top of Huai Xu, her knees on either side of Huai Xu's waist.

At this point, the white-dotted ribbon was just loosely covering Huai Xu's eyes, its ends freely hanging by her ears. However, Song Yingshi seemed not to notice this as she gently caressed Huai Xu's long hair.

Unbeknownst to Song Yingshi, her nightdress had ridden up when she moved onto the bed, revealing a generous portion of her smooth, white thighs.

Amidst the warm lighting, Huai Xu lowered her gaze and peered through the gaps of the loosened ribbon. At first glance, it seemed as though she was looking at a white glaze flowing with gold.

Huai Xu's pupils gradually darkened. She reached out with her hand, but it was caught halfway by Song Yingshi.

Song Yingshi leisurely counted Huai Xu's digits. In a condescending tone, she asked, "Did I say you could touch?"

After saying so, Song Yingshi lifted Huai Xu's chin, granting Huai Xu a sight of her beautiful, aggressively striking face. Paired with her alluring, wine-red nightdress, the sight instantly made Huai Xu go dry.

Huai Xu narrowed her eyes, attempting to push herself up with her waist. But just as before, Song Yingshi intercepted her mid-motion, firmly pressing her back down.

They were like two opposing springs, one pushing, one retreating. Simultaneously, the shadows they cast on the room swayed in the light.

"What must I do for you to let me?" Huai Xu whispered.

Song Yingshi's breath hitched at Huai Xu's tempting question. However, she quickly recomposed herself and said, "Not tonight."

After saying so, Song Yingshi took hold of Huai Xu's ambitious hand, then her other, pressing both firmly against the pillow above Huai Xu's head. Next, she lowered her head, retrieving the ribbon that had fallen to Huai Xu's chest with her mouth, and moved it upward.

The ends of the ribbon slid across Huai Xu's chest, moving past her neck and chin before another pair of lips caught it.

Feeling a slight tug on the ribbon, Song Yingshi glanced at Huai Xu, who cooperatively loosened her jaw. Upon regaining its freedom, the ribbon continued upward, gently sliding past Huai Xu's nose, eyelashes, and forehead before falling like a feather onto Huai Xu's wrists.

Despite being in the lower position, Huai Xu's gaze remained ambitious. As she watched the wilful woman on top of her, she secretly considered how she could get her desires fulfilled tonight.

It wasn't until the ribbon wrapped around her wrists that Huai Xu realized Song Yingshi's intentions. Her eyes widened slightly, surprise coloring them.

Seemingly sensing Huai Xu's reaction, Song Yingshi looked down and smiled. The next second, she firmly bound Huai Xu's wrists together with the ribbon.

Huai Xu struggled, but the ribbon didn't loosen by even a millimeter. Realizing her predicament, she narrowed her eyes, smiled, and asked, "What are you trying to do?"

"It's not the first time I've dragged you into doing something unreasonable. Haven't you known all along?" Song Yingshi replied frankly, even turning the question back on Huai Xu.

Huai Xu's face took on a peculiar expression. After a moment of contemplation, she asked, "So, when will you tell me why?"

Song Yingshi didn't answer, only saying, "Is it already confession time?"

"Didn't you want me to ask?" Huai Xu chuckled. If Song Yingshi hadn't wanted her to ask, she wouldn't have provoked her with that question.

Song Yingshi laughed, then said, "Forget it."

Huai Xu responded much quicker this time, asking, "Why?"

After a round of questions and answers, Song Yingshi started to find Huai Xu a little annoying. With such an uncooperative victim, how was she supposed to focus on her mission?

Song Yingshi straddled Huai Xu, grabbed her by the collar, and said, "We've only been together for a few days. You haven't even fully explored your girlfriend's body, yet you want us to bare our souls to each other? That's unnecessary."

Amidst the ensuing silence, Huai Xu looked up at Song Yingshi, a warm light reflected in her eyes as she repeated, "Girlfriend."

"..." Song Yingshi snapped, "Why are you calling me?"

Huai Xu let out a genuine laugh, her reaction eliciting a blush from Song Yingshi. Moving her bound hands, she called out to Song Yingshi once more, "My dear girlfriend, would you please untie me? I'd like to complete the prerequisite for soul-baring."

Huai Xu's tone was calm, but her eyes burned with impatience and a devouring passion. After she finished speaking, she even bent her legs, nudging Song Yingshi with them.

Song Yingshi's body swayed and nearly fell onto Huai Xu.

Song Yingshi now felt even more fortunate that she had restrained Huai Xu. Recalling how Huai Xu had lost control merely at her admission that they were a commercial CP, she couldn't imagine what kind of thoughts currently lurked in Huai Xu's mind…

Not wanting to take any further risks, Song Yingshi reached out and turned off the bedside lamps.

As night enveloped them, Song Yingshi felt as if she could hear the roaring rush of the tide. Shifting her posture, she settled on Huai Xu's waist and said, "Behave."

A low, suppressed gasp came from Huai Xu in the darkness, followed by a warning: "Song Yingshi, you're the one who needs to behave."

"Your waist can't be that weak, right? I'm not even putting my full weight on it," Song Yingshi retorted. Behave? She had already decided to go through with her mission, so there was no way she would behave. With the lights off and Huai Xu restrained, the last of her worries and shame disappeared. "Just lay down and enjoy; leave the heavy lifting to me."

Huai Xu scoffed. Based on experience, she didn't think Song Yingshi was capable of anything. Provocatively, she said, "You're only good at using your mouth." All bark and no bite.

"Have you experienced it before?" Song Yingshi quipped.

Huai Xu: "..."

Song Yingshi spoke without thinking. Only after she finished speaking did she realize how suggestive her words were. To hide her embarrassment, she decided to keep quiet and focus on her mission.

The mission had two specific requirements, both delicately phrased with jjwxc's flair. The first requirement was to cuddle with Huai Xu, while the other was to snuggle against Huai Xu.

As Huai Xu's eyes adjusted to the night, she gradually began to discern Song Yingshi's figure.

Amidst the darkness, Song Yingshi stretched her body gracefully. In no time, the wine-red silk covering her body flowed and draped down to Huai Xu's waist.

Soon after, a hand, light as a feather, landed on Huai Xu's shoulder, hooking the delicate strap of her nightdress.

Huai Xu became like a flower stripped of its stalk, her petals losing both support and restraint. In the midnight hours, she bloomed like a soft, snowy-white peony, unfolding layer after layer—a sight both sacred and alluring.

Yet, a rose shared the same slender vase as her, towering over her and caressing her with its fervent petals. The rose's touch was sometimes heavy, sometimes light, but no matter what, it simply refused to leave her alone.