Don't Say You're Heartless (Modern Edition)

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"Yang Qiong." Shen Qiuhua looked at Yang Qiong, who was now serious, and felt a pang of tenderness. She must have endured a lot of pain and hardship in the past, but she rarely spoke about it or showed it. She only knows to cherish what she had now. Having lost so much, once she had something, she wouldn't let go of it even if it meant using all her strength. That's Yang Qiong-always playful and never serious.

"Qiuhua... don't look at me like that. I... I can't handle it," Yang Qiong said, swallowing hard. Being stared at so intently by such a stunning beauty made her heart race.

Shen Qiuhua's beauty was always graceful and gentle, a demeanor cultivated from years in a noble family. But after years as a favored concubine, she had also perfected the art of pleasing the emperor. A slight movement of her eyes or eyebrows could convey countless emotions. She lowered her head and whispered in Yang Qiong's ear, "I'm a little cold."

Yang Qiong felt her breathing become heavy. She tightened her embrace, pressing Shen Qiuhua against her. She could feel Shen Qiuhua's lips brushing her ear, and she knew her cheeks must be flushed. Suddenly, her body trembled, and she looked at Shen Qiuhua in disbelief. The latter blinked playfully, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Your ears are always so sensitive. I barely touched them and you reacted so strongly," Shen Qiuhua said, her face close to Yang Qiong's, their noses almost touching.

Ahhh! Yang Qiong thought with a sigh in her heart. Qiuhua's learned to be naughty! Ever since she took on a more active role, Qiuhua seemed to enjoy teasing her. With such seductive methods being used, it seemed she would need to bring out her real skills and assert her dominance.

The lips before her were soft and enticing, with the pink tongue occasionally peeking out. Yang Qiong didn't hold back, kissing Shen Qiuhua's cherry lips, her tongue pushing in and entangling with the pink tongue, silencing any more words.

Shen Qiuhua's arms wrapped around Yang Qiong's neck, pulling her closer. She slightly parted her lips, allowing Yang Qiong's tongue to penetrate more deeply, producing a series of heated, passionate sounds.

After a long while, Yang Qiong felt her body was almost on fire. She released Shen Qiuhua's lips and looked at her in her arms, half-closed eyes, and an expression of complete surrender. How tempting! Yang Qiong's hand slipped under her sweater, unfastening the clasp of her bra.

Her recently ravaged red lips parted slightly, and a soft, delicate voice whispered in her ear, "Let's go to the bed."

Yang Qiong obediently picked her up and gently placed her on the bed before moving to lock the door. When she turned back, she saw Shen Qiuhua already covering herself with the blanket, her face flushed red, and looking at her.

That enchanting gaze made Yang Qiong's wolf-like instincts take over. She leaped onto the bed and threw off the blanket covering Shen Qiuhua.

Her wolf-like hands roamed over Shen Qiuhua's body, making her moan with discomfort. The sound was unclear but was enough to make Yang Qiong's blood boil with desire.

The sweater was already stripped off, and the bra was yanked off and thrown to the floor. Before her lay endless springtime, and Yang Qiong swallowed hard, her eyes gleaming with intense hunger, as if ready to devour the little white rabbit beneath her.

The little white rabbit, now seasoned in battle, pulled Yang Qiong's hand to her face. "Yang Qiong, this body belongs only to you."

Yang Qiong, moved by passion, lowered herself onto Shen Qiuhua, leaving mark after mark that belonged only to her. The night was long, and their interactions continued until very late.

The next morning, Yang Qiong appeared refreshed. Even Mother Shen noticed and asked, "Yang Qiong, what's making you so happy?"

"Hehe," Yang Qiong replied with a smile, "I had a wonderful dream last night." She laughed again with a "hehe."