The Beauty Is Seducing Me Again Chapter 14
byChapter 14: 014 Something is… off about how she feels toward Chen Xiaonuan.
Chen Xiaonuan’s face was slightly flushed, and she followed slowly behind Shen Qing’an like a little quail.
This was the first time Chen Xiaonuan had stepped into Shen Qing’an’s bedroom. She craned her neck to look around. The room was larger than the adjacent guest room, decorated in cool tones, and everywhere revealed the personal atmosphere of Shen Qing’an’s life.
“You wash up first.”
Shen Qing’an took a brand new set of pajamas from the wardrobe. After handing them to Chen Xiaonuan, she turned her back and walked toward the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the night view.
Her tone was flat as she said, “Tell me when you’re done.”
The sound of trickling water came from the bathroom.
Shen Qing’an stood still. Her back looked calm, but the slightly tense line of her shoulders betrayed an unusual emotion.
The sound of water seemed to tap against Shen Qing’an’s heart, disrupting her usual unflappable rhythm.
For some reason, Shen Qing’an felt a wave of agitation.
Chen Xiaonuan washed quickly, afraid that Shen Qing’an would wait too long.
Moreover, soaking naked in the bathtub filled with the scent of Shen Qing’an’s usual shower gel, and seeing that blurred figure through the frosted glass door, Chen Xiaonuan was so shy she felt like she was about to steam.
“Jie, Jie… I’m done washing,” Chen Xiaonuan called out softly, her voice carrying a shy tremor.
Shen Qing’an turned around and walked into the bathroom.
The bathroom was filled with steam, carrying warmth and fragrance.
Chen Xiaonuan had wrapped herself tightly in a large bath towel, revealing only a flushed face and a small section of her fair neck.
Her hair was dripping wet, and her eyes were slightly evasive, afraid to look directly at Shen Qing’an.
Shen Qing’an’s gaze was restrained; she didn’t look anywhere inappropriately. She picked up the hairdryer. “Come here, let’s dry your hair first.”
Chen Xiaonuan obediently walked over and sat on the vanity stool.
Shen Qing’an stood behind Chen Xiaonuan, turning on the hairdryer. Warm air blew across the damp strands. Her movements were a little unfamiliar, and her fingers occasionally ran through Chen Xiaonuan’s long hair, very gently.
Neither of them spoke; only the buzzing of the hairdryer echoed in the bedroom.
A subtle, exceptionally ambiguous atmosphere flowed silently between them.
After drying her hair, Shen Qing’an took out ointment and medical cotton swabs.
“Lift your face up, I’ll apply the medicine for you.”
Chen Xiaonuan obediently tilted her face up. She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly from nervousness.
Shen Qing’an dipped the cotton swab into the cool ointment and applied it extremely gently to Chen Xiaonuan’s red and swollen face. Her movements were light, as if she were handling a fragile, rare treasure.
Afraid of hurting Chen Xiaonuan, she asked, “Does it hurt?”
Chen Xiaonuan shook her head, her voice soft. “It doesn’t hurt, it feels cool and comfortable.”
Her fingertip accidentally brushed Chen Xiaonuan’s face—delicate and warm, with the unique tender touch of a young girl. Shen Qing’an’s heart skipped a beat inadvertently.
After applying the medicine, Shen Qing’an quickly withdrew her hand and tossed the cotton swab into the trash bin.
“Alright, go to sleep now.”
The master bed was huge, large enough for seven or eight people to lie down on.
Chen Xiaonuan was wearing Shen Qing’an’s pajamas, which were loose and baggy, making her look even smaller and more vulnerable. She cautiously lay down on one side of the bed, keeping her eyes tightly shut.
As soon as she closed her eyes, those terrifying, ferocious faces from the daytime reappeared in Chen Xiaonuan’s mind, the constant vulgar insults, the menacing looks, forcefully dragging her into the alley… Chen Xiaonuan was so scared she suddenly opened her eyes, her body uncontrollably trembling slightly, her eyes red.
She simply dared not sleep.
Seeing Chen Xiaonuan in this state, Shen Qing’an sighed silently.
The compromises and exceptions she made tonight were more numerous than those made in the entire past year combined.
Shen Qing’an resignedly went to the walk-in closet to retrieve her nightgown, saying to Chen Xiaonuan on the bed, “I’m going to take a shower now.”
When Shen Qing’an came out of the shower, Chen Xiaonuan was still lying on the bed with her eyes open. Hearing the sound, she immediately looked toward Shen Qing’an.
Shen Qing’an was wearing a silk nightgown, her hair slightly damp, and she carried the moist steam and a clear, pleasant scent of shower gel.
Chen Xiaonuan sniffed. It was a very pleasant smell.
Why did she use the same shower gel as her sister, yet she didn’t have the same fragrance as her sister?
Shen Qing’an walked to the other side of the bed and lay down, reaching out to turn off the main light, leaving only a warm yellow bedside lamp.
“Sleep,” Shen Qing’an’s voice sounded a few shades softer in the darkness. “I’m here with you.”
Chen Xiaonuan blinked. She felt the pleasant scent near her nose and the reassuring presence. She hesitated for a long time; the two little people in her mind fought fiercely, and finally, the little person demanding company won completely.
She spoke softly, “Sister, I… I, can I hold you tonight? I’m still scared…”
Shen Qing’an’s body visibly stiffened.
In the darkness, her breathing seemed to pause for a moment.
After a long minute of silence, just when Chen Xiaonuan thought Shen Qing’an would definitely refuse, she heard a response from beside her that sounded almost like a sigh.
“You can.”
Chen Xiaonuan felt greatly relieved and immediately moved closer to Shen Qing’an, pressing tightly against her. Then, Chen Xiaonuan reached out and gently wrapped her arms around one of Shen Qing’an’s arms, resting her cheek against her neck.
Warm breath puffed onto Shen Qing’an’s neck.
Shen Qing’an’s body became even more rigid.
The girl’s soft body, separated only by thin pajamas, was fully pressed against her entire arm and body. A certain unusually soft part was resting right on the outside of Shen Qing’an’s arm, gently rising and falling with Chen Xiaonuan’s breathing.
A strange, intense electric current instantly shot through Shen Qing’an’s limbs, making her scalp tingle.
Chen Xiaonuan seemed to have found the safest harbor, completely relaxing her body and mind. Soon, her breathing became even, and she fell into a deep sleep.
She slept soundly, and unconsciously, she would rub her cheek against the reassuring spot.
At this moment, Shen Qing’an was frozen as if by a spell, daring not to move.
The faint fragrance from the girl’s hair mingled with the scent of her own shower gel, lingering at her nose. The soft touch and fiery warmth transmitted through her arm were like a fire, igniting a certain restless emotion within Shen Qing’an’s body.
Shen Qing’an felt parched, her heart racing erratically. All the blood in her body seemed to be surging in one direction, carrying an unprecedented impulse and desire.
She couldn’t sleep at all. Her mind was unusually clear, yet utterly chaotic.
She didn’t know how much time passed before Shen Qing’an, caught between extreme exhaustion and a strange excitement, drifted into a hazy sleep.
Shen Qing’an had a dream.
A bizarre, incredibly real dream.
In the dream, there was no darkness, no objects, only a hazy, warm light.
Shen Qing’an was holding someone in her arms—it was Chen Xiaonuan.
The girl looked up, her pure and beautiful face gazing at her with deep affection. Her eyes were moist, alluring as if glistening with water, and her lips were rosy and full, opening and closing, inviting a kiss.
Shen Qing’an uncontrollably lowered her head and kissed those rosy lips.
The touch was incredibly soft, carrying a sweet scent. Their breaths intertwined, their bodies pressed tightly together.
…
The dream seemed to grow bolder and hotter. Shen Qing’an could feel the smooth delicacy of the skin beneath her hands, and in her ears were Chen Xiaonuan’s fragmented, seductive whimpers.
A peak surge of heat crashed within Shen Qing’an’s body, constantly seeking an outlet.
“Mmm…” A muffled moan, seemingly from the dream, yet also from reality.
Shen Qing’an suddenly opened her eyes, finally waking up from that overly real and shocking dream.
Her heart pounded wildly in her chest. Fine beads of sweat broke out on Shen Qing’an’s forehead, and her breathing was ragged.
The disorienting, soul-stirring sensation from the dream seemed to linger in Shen Qing’an’s consciousness, making her body feel weak in waves.
Shen Qing’an subconsciously looked down.
In her arms, Chen Xiaonuan was still holding her arm, sleeping soundly.
Perhaps due to Shen Qing’an’s movement just now, or Chen Xiaonuan unconsciously turning over, the girl pressed even closer to her arm, even fully resting on the palm of Shen Qing’an’s other hand.
She could clearly feel a subtle change at the tip.
Shen Qing’an drew her hand back quickly, as if she had been burned.
Her movement was large, startling the sleeping Chen Xiaonuan. She mumbled discontentedly, groggily seeking the source of warmth, and once again hugged Shen Qing’an tightly.
Shen Qing’an’s mind hadn’t reacted, but her body instinctively recoiled, avoiding Chen Xiaonuan’s touch.
“Jie… Sister?” Chen Xiaonuan’s head felt messy. She was very sleepy and struggled to open her eyes to look at Shen Qing’an, who was sitting up in bed. “Why aren’t you sleeping? What’s wrong?”
Her voice was thick with unawakened confusion, very soft, like a sleep-talking murmur, yet it made Shen Qing’an’s heart pound relentlessly.
Shen Qing’an maintained her composure. “It’s nothing, I just had a nightmare.”
Chen Xiaonuan ‘oh’d’ softly. Unable to resist the drowsiness, her eyes slowly closed again, but before falling asleep, she used sheer willpower to crawl next to Shen Qing’an, wrapping her arm around Shen Qing’an’s waist and resting her head against Shen Qing’an’s body, inhaling the reassuring scent.
“Then I’ll hold Sister while you sleep. Don’t be afraid, dreams aren’t real. I’ll protect Sister…”
Before she finished speaking, Chen Xiaonuan fell into a deep sleep, her hand still resting on Shen Qing’an’s waist.
Shen Qing’an leaned against the headboard, looking at Chen Xiaonuan’s sleeping face pressed close to her, and recalled the scenes from the dream. For a moment, she couldn’t describe the feeling.
In the deepest darkness before dawn, Shen Qing’an was wide awake. She instinctively pressed one hand against her wildly beating heart, breathing heavily.
That dream, the clear and terrifying sensations… the indescribable stirring.
And now, the uncontrollable, surging heat within Shen Qing’an’s body.
What was wrong with her?
Why, why was she having this kind of reaction to Chen Xiaonuan, a girl? Why did she have such an utterly absurd dream, especially with Chen Xiaonuan sleeping right beside her?
A realization, unprecedented, was crashing down like a tsunami, shattering the inner world Shen Qing’an had maintained firmly for twenty-six years.
Something was off.
Something was definitely off about how she felt toward Chen Xiaonuan.