That’s Not Allowed (Part 2)

Time seemed to stretch, flowing with a heavy languor as Lan Ruobing struggled for each breath.

The large pillow pressed firmly against her, and her slender, jade-like fingers rose and fell with the effort.

Her breath felt scorching, her entire face flushed with an intense heat.

It was as if a splash of cold water would instantly turn her into a cloud of steam.

That finger, hot and heavy, felt like a divine needle pinning the sea, anchoring her body and breath so completely that she dared not move.

She cautiously expanded her chest, drawing shallow breaths.

She was terrified that one careless, deep inhale might trigger a tsunami, and with two crashing waves, that divine needle would surely slip into the depths, vanishing without a trace.

Each time the thought of that terrifying, stimulating scenario crossed her mind, her heart felt parched and unbearable.

Her exposed skin felt as though she were swathed in a thick cotton quilt, and countless tiny beads of sweat emerged, crawling like ants.

Her whole body became drenched, yet she felt a fire raging within her.

‘I can’t let this continue,’ she thought, and quickly tried to change the subject. “Blood—Miss Vampire, what did you just call me? The vulnerable, vulnerable… that caters to your tastes…”

Her voice trailed off, and Lan Ruobing’s gaze grew vacant.

“Submissive.”

Xi Xue supplied the word succinctly and powerfully, her gaze fixed on Lan Ruobing with a faint, knowing smile.

The crisp sound struck Lan Ruobing like a bolt from the blue, leaving her utterly dumbfounded.

Truth be told, her attention had been entirely fixated on the sliding index finger.

Especially when Xi Xue’s finger traced her neck, her heart had leaped into her throat, fearing that a single scratch of a nail would leave her throat slit and bleeding.

Though Xi Xue had repeatedly assured her she would never be harmed, the formidable reputation of the Bloodkin lingered.

Their nails were inherently sharp, and the cool sensation as one glided across her neck had made her intensely nervous.

She had been terrified that Xi Xue might accidentally nick her tender skin, then bite into her fair, delicate neck.

Due to her scattered focus, Lan Ruobing hadn’t fully grasped all of Xi Xue’s words, only understanding the general implication: Xi Xue liked her.

Whether it was a carnal desire or an emotional one, she couldn’t discern.

Perhaps both, but Xi Xue’s actions leaned more towards the former.

Regardless, she was truly bewildered now.

The single phrase, ‘submissive,’ had left her utterly astonished.

Did Xi Xue truly see her as nothing more than a weak submissive?

What about her masculine pride?

Yet, recalling the events of the previous night, she found herself unable to refute it.

So, was she truly destined to be a submissive?

Unbeknownst to Lan Ruobing, she had already, subtly, begun to see herself as Xi Xue’s.