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“Bite me again.”
The words mingled with the rain, faint and fleeting, making it hard to tell if they were real or imagined.
Xu Fengluan paused, stunned, before asking, “Liu Tingsong, what did you say?”
The response came swiftly, almost instantly: “Bite me.”
Xu Fengluan froze, her hard-won substitute for punishment—kicking—now replaced by this request. Her back teeth itched again.
The sensation was maddening, her tone sharpening as she snapped, “Liu Tingsong, are you asking for it?”
Despite her words, she knew what Liu Tingsong was doing. When guilt couldn’t be eased, she’d punish herself to feel better.
But that didn’t mean Xu Fengluan would play along.
Why should she?
Her voice turned icy. “Don’t even think about it, Liu Tingsong.”
“You think this makes it okay? What you owe me can’t be fixed with a few bites.”
“You’d better stay miserable, guilty, feeling like you’ve let me down forever.”
Emotions surged. The cool, damp breeze couldn’t soothe her irritation. Xu Fengluan couldn’t deny it—she hadn’t let go. A stone lodged in her heart, turning her into a bristling hedgehog at the slightest touch, like a beaten dog baring its teeth, growling warnings at passersby.
The annoyance flared again.
She should’ve stayed firm, should’ve sent her away.
Regretting her softness, she no longer wanted to talk. Unable to stick to one decision, she blurted, “Liu Tingsong, leave tomorrow morning. I don’t need you here.”
The figure beside her stiffened, the arm pressed against hers cold, as if choked, struggling to breathe.
Xu Fengluan ignored it, turning away to widen the gap.
The rain grew heavier, marble-sized drops pounding the glass, the wind howling louder.
She closed her eyes to sleep, but Liu Tingsong shifted closer.
“I’m sorry…” A stifled voice murmured against Xu Fengluan’s neck.
“I’m sorry…” she repeated.
The distance Xu Fengluan had created vanished as Liu Tingsong pressed against her. Her hand hesitated to embrace, instead gripping Xu Fengluan’s waist, her body cold but breath hot. Tears fell, splashing onto Xu Fengluan’s neck, blooming like tiny waterflowers.
When had she started crying again?
Xu Fengluan’s brows furrowed.
“I’m sorry…” Liu Tingsong repeated, her taut nerves finally snapping, the night’s pent-up emotions collapsing. @Infinite Good Stories, Exclusively at Jinjiang Literature City
“Please, don’t make me leave,” she trembled, her voice shaking, losing the clarity a singer prided herself on.
“I’m sorry,” she could only repeat, over and over.
Her lips grazed Xu Fengluan’s neck, the scarred skin rough, sparking faint pain.
Xu Fengluan didn’t react—neither pushing her away nor comforting her, lying rigid.
Her silence drove Liu Tingsong deeper into despair. Suppressed sobs echoed, followed by fragmented kisses.
Soft touches, lingering presses, murmured kisses, grazed by teeth, bitten, and sucked.
Her emotions had shattered, her body numb until now, pulling free from its protective shell.
Her grip on Xu Fengluan’s waist tightened, pulling her closer. Xu Fengluan’s indifference fueled her urgency, biting the thin skin repeatedly, seeking any response.
“Don’t leave… I can’t lose you…”
“I can’t, A-Feng…”
Her hoarse pleas, hands rubbing Xu Fengluan’s waist through thin fabric, made every sensation vivid.
Xu Fengluan’s mind wandered, the belated apologies piling up, offering no relief, only irritation.
*Annoying.*
The sucking turned to biting, leaving marks on sensitive skin.
Xu Fengluan tilted her head back, letting out a muffled groan.
Her waist tensed under Liu Tingsong’s grip, her shirt lifting to reveal lean lines, quickly covered and held.
This reminded Xu Fengluan of fanfiction Chu Cheng had found in the *Ride the Wind* super topic, shared in their group, insisting everyone read it. In it, Chu Cheng was a giant werewolf, and Xu Fengluan a frail vampire, pinned and bitten nightly by the wolf—much like Liu Tingsong now, though the story’s “gory mess” was more intense.
“Hiss…”
The bite deepened, not breaking skin but marking the delicate area, already prone to reddening from a light scrub.
Xu Fengluan couldn’t imagine being bitten to a “gory mess”—those fanfic kids had wild imaginations.
Another bite landed near her artery, teeth grinding against her pulse, Liu Tingsong’s body almost wolf-like.
But tonight, no moon shone, only torrential rain and thunder, enough to terrify any vampire.
Hands roamed her waist, crumpling her blue-and-white shirt. Long hair tangled with white strands, her neck slick with tears, kiss marks, and bite marks weaving intricate, vine-like patterns.
The choked apologies continued, but Xu Fengluan was the one punished.
*Annoying.*
She dreaded tomorrow’s mirror, her neck a canvas of unhideable marks.
Yet her indulgence didn’t ease Liu Tingsong’s distress.
She trembled violently, her fear palpable despite no words, as if the uninjured bystander feared more than the crash’s victim, needing to stay close, terrified Xu Fengluan might vanish. @Infinite Good Stories, Exclusively at Jinjiang Literature City
*Annoying.*
How could Liu Tingsong be *this* annoying?
Xu Fengluan frowned, unable to stay silent. She flipped over, pinning Liu Tingsong’s neck and pressing her into the bed.
The uncontrolled force made the bed creak.
Neither cared. Her grip tightened, forcing Liu Tingsong’s head back as Xu Fengluan bit down.
Salty tears mixed with heat and a faint minty taste. Trembling lips against skin itched oddly.
Liu Tingsong tried to speak, but Xu Fengluan pressed harder, silencing her.
Lightning flashed, illuminating the room.
Her blue-and-white hospital gown was undone, save one stubborn button, barely covering her flushed, pale skin, bones subtly protruding—a blend of strength and fragility.
Beneath her, Liu Tingsong’s hair was disheveled, straps slipping, neckline low, eyes rimmed with crimson. A slight tremor sent tears shattering.
Thunder roared, plunging the room back into darkness.
The sound of lips meeting filled the air, Xu Fengluan’s movements fierce. Each parting and reconnecting tightened her grip on Liu Tingsong’s neck.
“Liu Tingsong, are you a dog?” Her words dripped with malice, teasing.
“Hm?”
“Biting because you were bitten?”
“When did you get so desperate?”
With each question, a biting kiss landed. The scarred skin, never healed, tore further, blood beading, crushed by lips, staining both their mouths.
Her long-suppressed cruelty was unleashed by the apologies.
Oxygen drained, her vision blurred white.
Xu Fengluan moved lower, biting Liu Tingsong’s jaw without mercy.
Liu Tingsong flinched but was pulled back by the grip on her neck.
No retreat, no escape.
She’d been given chances, yet chose to provoke again and again.
Teeth grazed her throat as lightning flashed, blood beads contrasting pale skin, silver hair against emerald eyes, almost vampiric.
Unlike novels, the sacrifice on white sheets didn’t resist. She reached out, hooking Xu Fengluan’s neck, inviting more.
Bite marks multiplied, breaths ragged, the thin nightdress slipping, revealing curves.
Xu Fengluan’s gaze dropped but chose to bite Liu Tingsong’s lips again.
Liu Tingsong parted them, inviting further.
The rain poured harder, a white curtain shielding the world. Water seeped through window gaps, dripping onto the floor.
A nurse’s cart rolled by, wheels squeaking, voices fading.
The room’s commotion slowed, then stopped.
Xu Fengluan collapsed onto Liu Tingsong, head still spinning, exhausted from the ordeal.
Both panted, trying to steady their breaths.
The half-fallen blanket was pulled back, covering them. Liu Tingsong let go of the edge, her hand stroking Xu Fengluan’s head intermittently.
Xu Fengluan didn’t move, letting her fuss.
Finally, they’d worn themselves out.
Liu Tingsong had cried out her emotions, Xu Fengluan had vented her anger, and now an eerie calm settled. Neither spoke, their heartbeats syncing, thudding together.
Distant roosters crowed, signaling night’s end, but thick clouds kept the world dark, water pooling ankle-deep, rushing into drains.
Xu Fengluan, slightly recovered, asked slowly, “What did Chu Cheng say?”
That question again.
The third time tonight—she was determined to know.
Liu Tingsong paused, no longer vague, summarizing briefly while Chu Cheng’s words echoed in her mind:
“If it weren’t for you, A-Feng wouldn’t have chased that car.”
“I’ve never seen her so unhinged. Anything about you makes her lose control.”
“I was behind, watching that van swerve, scared out of my mind, afraid she’d get hurt.”
“Thankfully, it was a field. If it was a cliff, would she be lying here so intact?”
“The doctor said her leg bone cracked, but she didn’t show it, deleting your photos with that woman before even thinking to call for help.”
Liu Tingsong omitted much, but Xu Fengluan caught Chu Cheng’s exaggeration. No wonder Liu Tingsong was so shaken.
“It wasn’t that dangerous. I had a helmet,” she explained.
“Those two wouldn’t dare touch me. They didn’t fight, just grabbed for the camera.”
“The van wasn’t that fast. When it flipped, I was kicking the paparazzo, and my leg hit something.”
“I thought they had photos of us, worried they’d leak and affect me and Burning Meteor. It had little to do with you.”
She spoke casually, as if it were a minor mishap, adding, “No need to feel guilty.”
“I was paranoid, scared fans would see.”
“It’s not your fault.”
Liu Tingsong didn’t reply, unsure if she believed it, still stroking Xu Fengluan’s head. After a long pause, she said, “Don’t make me leave.”
She hadn’t forgotten.
Xu Fengluan didn’t know how to respond. What she couldn’t resolve before, she couldn’t solve now in her dizzy state—it only worsened her headache.
“Rub my head,” she dodged, grabbing Liu Tingsong’s hand and pressing it to her temple, muttering, “Dizzy.”
Liu Tingsong didn’t refuse, her touch gentle, circling lightly.
The topic ended, unresolved despite multiple attempts. Unable to clarify, they gave up.
Whether trained or not, Liu Tingsong’s massage was skilled. Xu Fengluan’s eyes drooped, sleep creeping in.
She hadn’t slept enough, woken by discomfort.
Now, pampered gently, on a soft “bed” of Liu Tingsong, post-outburst fatigue brought drowsiness, lulling her.
“Liu Tingsong,” she mumbled lazily.
“Hm?” A tender response.
“Let’s talk later,” she said out of nowhere.
Liu Tingsong froze.
Xu Fengluan ignored it, eyes fluttering shut but forcing out, “I’m too dizzy now. When I’m better…”
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“After I’m discharged, I’ll give you an answer.”
Her words fell, and her long-held eyes closed, breathing lengthening.
Liu Tingsong stayed silent, resuming her gentle stroking after a pause.
Outside, the rain stopped. Sunlight pierced the clouds, chasing away the lingering night. The air cooled, and the room brightened.
Liu Tingsong turned to the window, sleepless all night.
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