Sister, I can’t

It was late at night.

Jian Zhu, exhausted from a long day’s work, collapsed onto the sofa, half-dead, pulling out her phone. Out of habit, she scrolled through Liu Tingsong’s fan forum, skimming for half an hour before switching apps.
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As a minor admin for the forum, Jian Zhu’s phone was flooded with group chats, especially since Liu Tingsong’s return, with notifications hitting 99+ daily.

She glanced at a few messages but, drained from overtime, lacked the energy to engage. Flipping through her message list, she noticed a few from friends.

Clicking on the most active one, intending to toss out an emoji and move on, she froze upon seeing the content.

Since the last variety show, Jian Zhu had listened to that collaborative song hundreds of times, eventually climbing the wall to Burning Meteor’s music. Before she knew it, her playlist was dominated by their songs, and she’d followed their fan forum, befriending some admins.

The person messaging her now was one of Burning Meteor’s forum admins.

“Holy crap,” Jian Zhu blurted, stunned. She’d only just become a fan, and already there was drama?

She hurriedly opened the video they sent. It was blurry, clearly shot from a distance, shaky but recognizable—the protagonist was Burning Meteor’s lead singer, Xu Fengluan.

Despite the mask and cap, her sharp silhouette and fierce aura were unmistakable, even in a crowd.

The woman she tightly held, standing behind her, was faceless but exuded a cool, refined elegance that hinted at striking beauty.

Most tellingly, though not dressed identically, their outfits were deliberately coordinated—shirts paired with crop tops, waists exposed. No one seeing them would doubt their intimacy.

No wonder Xu Fengluan posted that love song video days ago.

Something off about a celebrity? Must be love.

Jian Zhu zoomed in, squinting to see more.

Chu Cheng, across from them, seemed familiar with Xu Fengluan’s girlfriend, leaning in to tease multiple times.

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Well, damn, Xu Fengluan was a possessive jealousy king.

As a new fan and music enthusiast, Jian Zhu didn’t share the meltdown of hardcore fans, diving into the gossip with relish.

The video ended as the trio went upstairs.

Another video was even shakier, clearly filmed in a rush, the camera unsteady, hushed whispers piling up in panic before stabilizing. @Infinite Good Stories, Exclusively at Jinjiang Literature City

This clip was after Burning Meteor’s group dispersed. Xu Fengluan’s cap was gone, mask off, completely drunk, clinging to her girlfriend’s waist like a koala, moving only when she did.

Even Jian Zhu, an outsider, cringed at the sight.

A cool rockstar, a clingy lovesick puppy?

If she hadn’t seen her face, Jian Zhu would’ve doubted it was Xu Fengluan.

As the video continued, the group left the bar. Perhaps sensing something, the woman Xu Fengluan clung to glanced toward the camera, startling the filmer. The phone dropped, and the screen went black.

Jian Zhu flinched, feeling the same guilt as the filmer under that cold glance.

But she quickly snapped out of it—what was she guilty for? She didn’t film it.

Still…

That woman felt oddly familiar.

Jian Zhu pondered but brushed it off, assuming it was just someone from the entertainment world. She didn’t dare connect it to Liu Tingsong.

Just then, her friend spammed more messages.

Jian Zhu glanced up, seeing them swing from meltdown to self-soothing.

[Your A-Feng’s so great, it’s normal for someone to fall for her, right?]

[Wah, shouldn’t I be mad? She’s so grown and only now in her first love.]

[Her girlfriend’s not bad, at least not some short, ugly guy like other actresses pick. This one’s clearly a stunner.]

[Did you see A-Feng’s waist? That v-line, drool-worthy. Wonder what it feels like to touch—no, you can’t, but someone’s getting a good feel tonight.]

[A-Feng never touched anything spicy, but she drank for her girlfriend tonight, ahhh!]

Jian Zhu’s brows twitched at the flood of messages. If it were Liu Tingsong in love, she’d probably lose it worse. She quickly typed to console them.

After a long rant, her friend calmed slightly, squeezing out, [Bamboo, A-Feng drank and got carried off by that woman. You think tonight they’ll…]

Ugh, Xu Fengluan’s face flashed in her mind. Fans had said she seemed like she’d be *good* at it.

Well…

They’re adults, right? That’s normal.

Nice night for it.

But though her mind thought so, she typed “Absolutely impossible,” knowing it was a lie. The truth was too much—who knew what’d happen if she fueled the fire?

But…

Xu Fengluan, in a drunken slur, said, “Teacher, you don’t know how.”

Her tone was overly candid, almost wicked, eyes still red and misty. If Liu Tingsong hadn’t endured countless nights with her, she’d be fooled by that innocent look.

Somehow, their positions had shifted, Liu Tingsong now straddling Xu Fengluan’s lap.

Her shirt was open, the white camisole barely covering anything, tugged up earlier, revealing soft curves and a slender waist rising and falling with her breath. Her once-porcelain skin was flushed with desire, marked with fingerprints, weaving into strange, haunting patterns.

Messy hair spilled over her shoulders, unable to hide anything. Her lips, kissed and bitten, parted slightly, letting out restrained gasps.

Discarded pants hit the floor with a thud.

Neither looked, too consumed to care.

“Baby,” Liu Tingsong bit her lip, pleading hoarsely.

The teasing torment was unbearable, especially after days of being toyed with, like a desert wanderer chasing mirages, never tasting water, desire stacking until it neared collapse.

Her clear black-and-white eyes, usually sharp, were now shattered like rippling lake light, tinged with seductive red.

She tried leaning in to appease, but a bent leg forced a muffled moan, her waist buckling, collapsing fully onto Xu Fengluan’s thigh.

“Treasure…”

Before she could finish, Xu Fengluan’s knee pressed up, grinding against a too-wet, muddy place.

She didn’t know how?

She knew *exactly* how.

Even someone with experience couldn’t match her tormenting skill.

Her jade-green eyes, washed with tears, were clear as a rain-cleared sky, innocent with a drunken naivety, but her knee didn’t pause.

She whined, dragging her tone, “Teacher, you don’t know how.”

“Teacher Tingsong, teach me, okay?”

Like a diligent student seeking knowledge.

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Yet suddenly, Xu Fengluan stopped.

Liu Tingsong collapsed with her.

“You don’t know how,” she blinked, wickedly outrageous.

Liu Tingsong glared, a soft complaint escaping, “Bad dog.”

The room’s lights were dim, a soft yellow unable to reach the dark corners, keeping the space half-lit, half-shadowed.

Thankfully, the day’s laziness left the curtains unopened, sparing an unnecessary trip, but a small gap revealed the gloomy sky outside.

Two months had passed, and rain was frequent. Days of drizzle signaled summer’s end and autumn’s approach.

Many, sweating in the heat, longed for this moment.

But Xu Fengluan paid no mind, leaning lazily against the headboard, her glassy eyes fixed on Liu Tingsong, every bit the spoiled queen.

Liu Tingsong, unbearably aroused, let her have her way, reaching for her wrist.

If she claimed not to know, Liu Tingsong would teach her step by step.

But Xu Fengluan deliberately pulled away, refusing to be led.

“A-Feng,” Liu Tingsong coaxed, the one begged to teach now pleading to learn.

“Baby.”

Her voice softened, her musical talent now poured into Xu Fengluan, a few words carrying a thousand tender notes, enough to melt stone.

But Xu Fengluan didn’t budge. A night breeze blew in, chilling her soaked knee, barely dry before warm droplets fell, sliding down her skin, staining the sheets darker.

No wonder Liu Tingsong always showered—this was unavoidable.

The sensation was maddening, even for the patient Liu Tingsong, who tugged at Xu Fengluan’s hand.

But with fluttering lashes, Xu Fengluan blinked away tears, whining, “You’re abandoning me again.”

The words doused Liu Tingsong’s anger, her eyes softening. “How could I? I’d never abandon you.”

“Baby can do whatever she wants, okay?”

“Anything?” Xu Fengluan tilted her head, obedient like a big dog.

Liu Tingsong affirmed, “Anything.”

Enchanted, she promised, “I’m yours. Do whatever you want with me.”

Completely at Xu Fengluan’s mercy.

When her earlier moves were blocked, Liu Tingsong leaned closer, offering herself to Xu Fengluan’s fingers, but she dodged again.

Liu Tingsong paused, looking down.

“You don’t have that thing here,” Xu Fengluan said, meeting her gaze shamelessly.

Liu Tingsong, catching on, gritted her teeth, moving to get up despite her weak legs.

They’d bought supplies before, stored unopened in her room’s cabinet.

But Xu Fengluan’s leg bent, pinning her in place.

Liu Tingsong, slow from tipsiness, couldn’t process her intent, too consumed by desire to think clearly.

“Don’t want to use it,” Xu Fengluan said, turning shameless despite raising it.

“Then we won’t,” Liu Tingsong replied quickly.

“No,” Xu Fengluan feigned concern, serious. “It’s not hygienic.”

“Shall I get it?” Liu Tingsong asked, learning to check.

She regretted it—drunk Xu Fengluan was far worse than sober, crying one moment, tantruming the next, impossible to soothe.

But she deserved it for breaking Xu Fengluan’s rules, for corrupting her.

Liu Tingsong had never seen her drunk, unsure if this was alcohol or the earlier call souring her mood. Since returning from that call, Xu Fengluan’s expression had visibly darkened, and she’d downed more drinks.

“No,” Xu Fengluan refused again, offering no explanation, leaving Liu Tingsong to guess.

Helpless, Liu Tingsong leaned for a kiss, but Xu Fengluan dodged.

Her gaze dropped, finally offering a hint.

Liu Tingsong bit her lip, the earlier bite still unhealed, now beading with blood, strands of hair sticking to her cheek, frail.

The hand on her waist tightened, urging.

She indulged her, unable to resist.

Liu Tingsong straightened, lifting the barely-covered spot, guiding it to Xu Fengluan’s lips.

This time, Xu Fengluan didn’t dodge, but her lips stayed closed.

Liu Tingsong couldn’t hold long, hooking Xu Fengluan’s neck with her other hand, coaxing while guiding, “Baby.”

“Baby, try it, okay?” Her hoarse voice broke, pushing through.

“Please, okay?”

The slightly rough texture brushed Xu Fengluan’s lips, tracing their lines, sparking tingles.

A noise broke through—San Jin on its oversized running wheel, custom-made for its diet plan. The Maine Coon’s stomping was loud, almost angry.

Normally, a short run drew both humans out, praising the cat like it had done something grand.

But now, after running for ten minutes, no one came.

San Jin yowled, hopping off, swatting the food dispenser, and gorging in defiance.

*Ignore the cat, and the cat will eat itself to death to spite you.*

But the humans inside were too distracted.

Finally, Xu Fengluan’s lips parted, sucking, teasing, occasionally tightening, teeth grazing.

Liu Tingsong trembled, hands nearly falling but rushing to hold again, her waist like a rain-soaked branch, bending and straightening repeatedly.

Yet Xu Fengluan still didn’t move, only bending her leg, the message clear.

Liu Tingsong took over, her slender waist bearing more, hands weaving through hair, pressing forward, into Xu Fengluan’s embrace.

“Baby, baby,” her broken voice echoed.

Her trembling legs nearly gave out, pulled back by Xu Fengluan, forcing her forward, fully against Xu Fengluan’s face, drawing a muffled sound. Her long, wavy hair spilled like vines, swaying in the breeze.

It was deep night, the silence broken only by the cat’s munching and unstoppable gasps.

Rain began outside, heavy clouds swallowing skyscrapers, lightning flashing briefly before fading.

The cold, rainy wind lifted the curtain. The cat, done fussing, leapt onto the sofa, curling up with a flick of its tail.

The clothes on the floor stayed untouched, chilled by the breeze.

Liu Tingsong froze, then collapsed onto Xu Fengluan’s shoulder, clinging like a drowning person to driftwood, her rapid breaths by Xu Fengluan’s ear.

Xu Fengluan finally lifted a hand, pulling a blanket to cover them.

No words were spoken.

When Liu Tingsong recovered, Xu Fengluan slowly raised her head, mumbling, “Twice.”

The cryptic words made sense to Liu Tingsong, her ears reddening. She wanted to hide but was held tight, no escape, managing only a weak, “Bad dog.”

Xu Fengluan sat up, still drunk, unsure if from liquor or the woman in her arms, burying her face again.

Liu Tingsong, exhausted, didn’t pull away, holding her close, weak fingers stroking her head.

“Liu Tingsong, don’t leave me,” her muffled voice was hard to read.

“Please, never leave me.”

Her emotions swung wildly tonight—crying, teasing, now silently weeping, hot tears falling.

Liu Tingsong caught every mood, her voice softer each time, promising, “Okay, I won’t leave you.”

“Never.”

“Swear,” Xu Fengluan’s arms tightened, like vines strangling a tree. “Swear you’ll never leave me.”

“I swear I’ll never leave you,” Liu Tingsong said, looking at the fragile child in her arms, repeating patiently.

“I only have you,” Xu Fengluan’s sobs broke through, quickly suppressed, only silent tears falling. “I only have you.”

“Really, only you.”

The one held so tightly struggled to breathe but didn’t push away, letting her cling.

“Don’t leave me, don’t go.”

“I won’t go, I won’t leave you.”

“If you run again, I’ll never forgive you,” Xu Fengluan said, her trembling voice lacking threat, but no one doubted her sincerity.

“I’ll hate you forever.”

Liu Tingsong paused, then said slowly, “Okay, I won’t let you hate me.”

“I’ll never leave you, baby.”

The person in her arms nodded heavily. The rain drowned the room, leaving only damp cold.

Unbeknownst to them, Xu Fengluan’s dating rumor hit the trending list again.

But no matter how netizens pried, no solid proof emerged—just a lone hashtag, like a purchased ad, leaving gossip-hungry fans scratching their heads, with nowhere to dig.