Mute Beauty

Chapter 31: The Kiss

How could Sister Ling have such a good memory? How could she be so wicked?

She actually dared to plot against Yu Ting.

"Like this."

Yu Ting said this ambiguously, leaving Ran Ling puzzled about her meaning. She looked at Yu Ting with some anxiety.

Ran Ling knew it was presumptuous to do something like this without permission and admitted she had selfish motives. She thought Ting Ting might like it... but was Ting Ting accepting it? Or was she disgusted?

Seeing the uneasy look in Ran Ling's eyes, Yu Ting smiled with satisfaction.

She had no intention of letting Ran Ling off the hook that easily. Yu Ting was very proud; she had always been the one to scheme against others. Being schemed against herself, how could she swallow this indignation so easily?

In contrast to Ran Ling's anxiety, Yu Ting appeared completely at ease. She continued to stare at Ran Ling, her gaze lingering on her eyes, her lips, and her neck. It was deliberately bare and unguarded.

She enjoyed watching Ran Ling grow more and more flustered under her gaze, easily controlling Ran Ling's emotions.

After teasing her for a while, she finally smiled and asked provocatively, "Sister Ling, being so considerate, does that mean you'll help me with whatever I want to do?"

Ran Ling felt like her brain was starved of oxygen. She didn't understand what Yu Ting meant. What did Ting Ting want to do?

Was she willing to do anything?

Would she resist?

Perhaps Yu Ting's gaze was too aggressive, revealing a hint of dangerous desires that Ran Ling couldn't bear, as if it were trying to pull her into a whirlpool. Ran Ling instinctively displayed a look of fear and helplessness.

But what was going on? She was holding Yu Ting's hand with increasing strength—why was she afraid and not letting go?

In her fearful eyes, there seemed to be an expectation of willing acceptance, as if she were saying to Yu Ting, "I can."

As long as it was from Yu Ting, what did she not want? She had always longed for her, good or bad. As long as it was given by Yu Ting, and as long as Yu Ting was watching her, Ran Ling felt immensely satisfied.

Ran Ling's heart fluttered, wanting to reach out and embrace her.

"The candy hasn't melted yet."

Yu Ting's lowered eyes were even deeper than the night itself. She softly asked, "Sister Ling, would you like to taste it?"

Taste it...?

How to taste it?

Ran Ling's mind went blank.

Yu Ting smiled gently, her cool fingertips gliding over Ran Ling's cheek. Ran Ling merely shivered, not retreating. She was still too fragile; just this invasion made her eyes misty.

Yu Ting realized she quite liked how Ran Ling looked on the verge of tears.

Yu Ting held her chin, leaning down slowly to get closer.

Ran Ling closed her eyes.

Suddenly—

"Xiao Ling!"

From a distance, Zheng Qinyan's voice called out for someone. Yu Ting stopped just short of a fist's distance from Ran Ling, halting her advance, leaving only the sound of Ran Ling's trembling breaths brushing against her face.