Ying Ru Shi heard a strange sound.
It was the sound of a tongue sliding over liquid, sticky and delicate. She knew at once that Murong Hui was sneaking a snack, because Murong Hui had a very long and flexible tongue. The sounds she made when eating ice cream were especially... awful.
Murong Hui sneaking ice cream in the middle of the night was nothing unusual. Ying Ru Shi had not planned to pay it any mind, but the sound grew subtler and more alluring, like two pythons entwined around each other, making her skin itch with curiosity. Besides, judging by the sound, it seemed to be coming from the windowsill... Were the two of them sneaking ice cream in the middle of the night?
Unable to suppress her curiosity, Ying Ru Shi sat up and rubbed her eyes.
Then she saw a scene she would never forget.
Yan Qing was still sitting on the windowsill, and Murong Hui was indeed there as well—but they were not sneaking ice cream. Murong Hui straddled Yan Qing's thighs, both arms around the man's neck, their lips pressed tightly together. Despite the poor lighting, Ying Ru Shi could clearly see their tongues moving in and out, tangling and sucking. Just looking at them was enough to imagine how absorbed they were, as if they were jointly savoring a sweet ice cream.
When they parted, a glistening thread of saliva stretched between their lips, radiating a depraved glow beneath the streetlights. Then Murong Hui bent down and kissed her way lower, bit by bit—his neck, his collarbones, his chest, his abdominal muscles. Every kiss made a crisp sound, as if a branding iron were carving its mark into a slave.
At last, finally—
Murong Hui lowered her head. Her movements were extremely slow, seeming