The door slammed shut. Ling Qingyu's foot remained in the air after kicking the door. She hugged Yang Qingyue in her arms and dragged her into the room. Her weight pressed over Yang Qingyue, with one sole aim—to press Yang Qingyue under her.
However, Yang Qingyue was never a weak person. With her strong waist and superb technique, she rotated her body and threw Ling Qingyu against the wall.
Stunned and speechless, Ling Qingyu stared into Yang Qingyue's eyes. Her fervent mood returned as she grasped the lingering beautiful face.
Yang Qingyue's charm increased when combined with a police officer uniform, blue shirt, and black skirt, hugging her hips. The buttons on the shirt seemed full and any more weight would burst them.
The highest temptation Ling Qingyu could ever find and the scene depicted as exactly as in her wet-dream. Hehe!
Ling Qingyu's foolish smirk was gone as Yang Qingyue kissed her strongly. She always liked to take the initiative. Perhaps her hidden worry surged whenever she was near Ling Qingyu, afraid of losing control.
Regaining her senses, Ling Qingyu fought back. To her dismay, even if there was improvement, she still couldn't achieve victory or an advantage.
The rhythm was under Yang Qingyue's lead. Separating for a moment, Ling Qingyu's gaze went toward the tight buttons underneath.
Noticing her eye movement, Yang Qingyue smiled. "Uh-Ah. You are still not getting this. Don't even think of ripping this apart."
Ling Qingyu's breath exasperated. She wasn't sure whether this was a naked seduction or her frequency on a different channel.
"When, Baby Yue?" Ling Qingyu replied, but her words stomped Yang Qingyue.
"Shut up." Yang Qingyue closed Ling Qingyu's mouth with her lips. The two savored a rare sweet moment, developing toward feverish stage.
After a while, both lips parted and two of them took deep breath, spreading a lush and enchanting atmosphere. In a narrow space, the energy between the two kept exchanging until Yang Qingyue spoke.
"Really Baby Yue?" Yang Qingyue asked with a reddened face.
"Of course, only I deserve to call you this." Ling Qingyu said. She utilized the advantage of being thickskinned to the utmost level.
Anyway, she lost in combat; the only winnable area was shamelessness. Yang Qingyue had no idea what Ling Qingyu thought inside, but being called sweetly by someone she loved or so she presumed, brought butterflies in her stomach.
"You're definitely unteachable. Those who admire you as an idol must be sad to have regarded you as a cold goddess if they find out." Yang Qingyue muttered.
"Be grateful, you'll only see this side of me." Ling Qingyu said as a matter of fact. "Now, Officer Yang, won't you love me?"
Ling Qingyu's throat went dry and tingles rose up from the middle of the spine. Yang Qingyue wasn't spared either but she controlled herself before things went too far.
"Nope," Yang Qingyue replied mercilessly and laughed after seeing Ling Qingyu's face drooped.
A week separated between them after that passionate night. She tasted things that were hard to forget. She also craved to indulge in her carnal desire. The primal needs raged between them.
But she knew she must stop. Otherwise, things would likely lose control. The two parted taking in each other's breath.
Yang Qingyue felt uncomfortable, especially due to the sweat from the battle simulation and wearing it on the uniform. Ling Qingyu realizing her expression, guessed.
"We should take a satisfying bath before we eat, Officer Yang." Ling Qingyu suggested.
Yang Qingyue rolled her eyes at Ling Qingyu's addressing style. She seemed to be too immersed in the play. "Call me normally. Be serious."
"Yes, I obey Officer's command." Ling Qingyu smirked and leaned against the wall, stretching her arms wide open, as if to surrender to any Yang Qingyue's movement.
Yang Qingyue nudged her forehead helplessly and sighed. "Do you know you're playing with fire?"
"Oh really? What can I do when I like getting burned." Ling Qingyu shrugged.
Yang Qingyue continued kissing. Both women entangled their bodies as each rubbed parts of the sensitive zones. As someone in control, Yang Qingyue stopped, emitting whines of dissatisfaction from Ling Qingyu's lips.
"Alright, we should stop soon. We have lunch to eat especially within 15 minutes. There'll only be unfulfilled time," said Yang Qingyue.
"I wanna eat you for lunch. It doesn't matter, others can wait." Ling Qingyu replied. "Besides, we can be quick; really believe me."
This girl is becoming more and more hopeless, Yang Qingyue thought. In fact, Ling Qingyu was spurting out words without actions because she knew Yang Qingyue would never go toward that path yet.
Receiving a glare from Yang Qingyue, Ling Qingyu knew she should halt. She didn't want to overdo it because she sought pleasure. "There's a new towel you can take from the shelf. You can also wear mine after finishing a bath."
"Including the underwear?" Yang Qingyue narrowed her eyes.
Ling Qingyu gulped and wanted to nod. But her foreshadowing sharp instinct told Ling Qingyu should just give Yang Qingyue new. "I'll buy you from the mall nearby. There's a great costume shop selling famous brands."
"No need. I can buy them myself and deliver them here. Thanks for the location." Yang Qingyue took out her phone to buy them online and have them delivered.
Anyway, her family background and wealth were sufficient. Wasting them sometimes didn't seem bad.
As someone with a manly heart, how could she let her girlfriend go wrong?
Yang Qingyue: When did I become one?
Ling Qingyu held Yang Qingyue's wrist. "Choose one and let me pay it for you. Don't argue with me about this."
Yang Qingyue relented under Ling Qingyu's strong strength and gaze. Afterward, the policewoman took off her uniform and draped over herself then went into the shower room. Ling Qingyu had bathing towels which could be worn like clothes.
Listening to the cascading water hitting the floor, Ling Qingyu sat down. Her eyes were mostly drawn toward the folded uniform in the corner. She wanted to pick up the uniform and smell it but reminded herself not to. She didn't want to appear like a pervert.
Sighing to throw away inelegant thoughts, Ling Qingyu called in Lin Xiao to inform her butler about Yang Qingyue's purchase.
Soon, a maid stepped in. Ling Qingyu requested the uniform to be washed and dried thoroughly within a short time. Accepting the mistress's command, the maid exited the room.
Ling Qingyu planned to take a bath after Yang Qingyue came out. Likewise, she was also feeling sweaty and the stickiness inside brought uncomfortableness.
Even if the two had wiped them off in the dressing room after the simulation underground. Those who had kinks for cleanliness found it hard to stay doing nothing. Since coming to this world, Ling Qingyu appreciated beauty and urged herself to stay elegant and neatly dressed always.
Thoughts drifted knowing Yang Qingyue was naked inside, Ling Qingyu mumbled so many mantras to stay focused. She had investigated after the passionate night.
It wasn't that she didn't trust Yang Qingyue when she was told nobody was as close as her. Her obsessive-compulsive disorder was at stake here. Unless she knew clearly herself, she had a hard time sleeping.
So, Athena helped Ling Qingyu investigate about Yang Qingyue's past relationship and how deep she went with her boyfriend, including this worthless guy's information.