Silvia wondered if she was hallucinating.
She remembered Ling Qinghe’s last ‘confession’ from when Xia Naxin hadn’t arrived yet, when that madwoman was on the verge of ‘succeeding’ in forcing herself upon her.
“You don’t understand love at all!” Silvia’s voice was a frantic mix of tears and fury.
“You… you just lust after my body! You see me as nothing more than a tool.”
She desperately wanted to escape the wicked woman before her, retreating further and further across the bed until her back pressed against Xia Naxin’s chest.
To Silvia, all those saccharine words were nothing but sickening lies.
****
Noticing this, Ling Qinghe raised an eyebrow, a strange, dull ache stirring in her chest.
Yet, the familiar curve of a smile still graced her lips.
“A tool?”
She took a half-step forward, a movement that sent a shiver through Silvia.
“How could a master exhaust all their magic for a mere tool?”
“Don’t argue… you clearly… you clearly just want to humiliate me!”
“Humiliate?”
Ling Qinghe suddenly laughed, a sound tinged with a bitterness she herself hadn’t detected.
She lifted her phone, the blue glow of the video casting upon her face, revealing a fleeting shadow of unacknowledged bitterness and sorrow in her eyes.
“Come here!”
Ling Qinghe’s expression hardened as she issued a ‘command’ to Silvia, despising the thought of Silvia in another woman’s embrace.
“No!”
Silvia shrieked, her voice hoarse with rage.
She refused to be manipulated, to be forced into the arms of such a ‘vicious woman’.
At last, Ling Qinghe’s patience snapped. She lunged towards Silvia, seizing her and pulling her close.
“Be good, come here!”
****
Just then, a faint stir reached their ears.
Xia Naxin moved, her eyelashes fluttering before her eyes slowly opened.
A pair of sky-blue eyes, still hazy with the lingering fog of awakening, gazed out.
However, when she finally comprehended the sight before her—
Silvia was pinned beneath Ling Qinghe, her clothes disheveled, and alarming finger marks still stark on her neck.
Xia Naxin’s pupils contracted sharply.
“Let her go!”
Xia Naxin roared, her mental energy surging around her. Yet, the excessive strain caused her vision to black out the moment she tried to push herself up.
She stumbled back onto the bed, her brow throbbing with pain. Her mental energy and stamina were utterly depleted, and she wouldn’t recover so quickly.
Upon hearing her, Ling Qinghe raised an eyebrow and scoffed softly.
She released her hold on Silvia, then rose to straighten her skirt and collar.
It was as if the intense demands of moments prior were merely a trivial habit.
“Awake? Perfect, Xia Naxin. You can explain the full story to her now…”
Her tone was utterly nonchalant.
Immediately, Silvia disregarded everything else. She scrambled off the bed and quickly hid behind Xia Naxin.
She gripped her beloved’s hand tightly.
The warmth of Xia Naxin’s palm brought a slight calm to her frantic heart, yet her body continued to tremble uncontrollably.
“Naxin…”
Silvia choked, all her grievances and terror condensing into that single, tearful call.
She yearned to talk to her lover.
In response, Xia Naxin forced herself to stay alert, squeezing Silvia’s hand.
“Don’t be afraid. I’m here; she won’t dare touch you…”
As she spoke, she lifted her gaze to Ling Qinghe, her eyes burning with fierce anger.
This woman had dared to assault Silvia while she was unconscious.
Utterly shameless!
“Ling Qinghe, I warn you, don’t ever think of Silvia again… or else~”
Xia Naxin paused, choosing not to finish her threat, fearing Ling Qinghe might become more cautious.
“Or else what? Hmm~ Will you kill my sister, or humiliate her, or perhaps take revenge on me?”
Ling Qinghe chuckled lightly, tucking her phone away. She glanced at Silvia’s reddened eyes.
Her voice drawled, lingering with a hint of ambiguity as she left a final statement:
“Silvia, you’d best think carefully. I was the one who took your first kiss, and I was the one who took your first night… Therefore, I am the one who should be your girlfriend.”
‘Break up with Xia Naxin. I will take responsibility for you.’
Ling Qinghe stroked her own lips, even sucking on a finger where a trace of blood stained the nail, as if savoring a memory.
‘After all, we are already so intimate; you can’t escape me.’
‘…Of course, I also believe Xia Naxin won’t ‘mind,’ will she? Hehe—’
With that, Ling Qinghe turned and departed, leaving behind a room thick with oppressive tension.
As the door closed, Silvia could no longer hold back. She collapsed into Xia Naxin’s embrace, weeping uncontrollably.
Her tears soaked her lover’s shoulder. She sobbed, consumed by self-reproach.
“Naxin, I’m so sorry… I’m sorry. I regret it. I should have entrusted my body to you from the start… I shouldn’t have been so self-righteous, dangling you along. Wuwuwu…”
Listening to Silvia’s words, Xia Naxin’s heart twisted with a sharp pang of pain.
However, to comfort her beloved, she held Silvia tightly, gently resting her chin on the crown of Silvia’s head.
“Silvia, this isn’t your fault.”
She, too, loathed Ling Qinghe!
If not for this woman, who had brazenly interfered in their love and stolen Silvia’s affection.
None of this would have happened.
Therefore, Xia Naxin swore in her heart that no matter the cost, she would make Ling Qinghe pay the price for her actions.
She would not ‘mind’ her lover.
As long as Silvia still loved her, that was all that mattered… Xia Naxin understood that Silvia had been helpless in the situation.
“In my heart, you will always be my dearest Silvia. Nothing has changed.”
Feeling Xia Naxin’s strong embrace and gentle words, Silvia slowly lifted her head, her eyes blurred with tears, gazing at the woman before her.
It was then that Xia Naxin realized she was still completely naked. Her cheeks flushed faintly as she playfully breathed a light puff of air near Silvia’s ear.
She teased softly:
“Hah~ Silvia, your tears are going to drip onto my chest…”
“Ah?”
Hearing this, Silvia’s face turned crimson, and she frantically averted her gaze.
But quickly, she looked up again.
Silvia felt she owed Xia Naxin a great deal, and so, for the rest of her life, she would make it up to her.
Thus, she spoke, her tone uncharacteristically firm and resolute:
“I don’t care. I’ll clean you up…”
Immediately after, she buried her head.
****
After a while, Xia Naxin lay on her side on the bed, wearing a nightgown.
Silvia snuggled beside her, and their eyes met.
Having endured this ‘loss of innocence’ incident, these star-crossed lovers had so much to say.
They had so many emotions that needed to be poured out.
So, Silvia instinctively nestled into Xia Naxin’s embrace, looking up with a hint of trepidation in her voice.
“Naxin, you truly won’t despise me?”
Hearing Silvia’s insecure question once more, Xia Naxin pressed a kiss to her forehead, her voice unwavering.
“What nonsense are you speaking? How could I possibly despise the woman I love most? Hmm~ No matter what happens, I will always be by your side, never leaving you.”
“Mm…”
Silvia nodded vigorously. Their breaths intertwined, as they leaned on each other, warming one another with their body heat.
****
Next, Xia Naxin gently stroked Silvia’s hand, breaking the silence first.
She recounted the full story of events, both before and after Silvia’s life-threatening situation.
“After I emerged from the Inner World and rushed here, I saw you nearly being forced by Ling Qinghe. Thankfully, I stopped her in time.”
“But during the subsequent struggle, your heart meridian was damaged, and your condition became critical. To save you, I had no choice but to cooperate with her to replenish your magic.”
“That meant engaging in some intimate acts together… Later, when you regained your vitality, Ling Qinghe and I must have suffered a backlash and passed out.”
Listening to these words, Silvia looked astonished.
So Xia Naxin had been involved too?
And with that wicked woman, Ling Qinghe?
However, Silvia couldn’t understand why it hadn’t been Xia Naxin who took her virginity, then.