"Why are you more experienced than me? Who's it?!"
Ling Qingyu's words paused Yang Qingyue's action. A certain police chief was stunned by her question.
"What do you mean?" Yang Qingyue asked, taking in deep breath.
Ling Qingyu gasped and rolled her eyes. "Why do you know more about kissing than me? And look at my situation."
Yang Qingyue now understood Ling Qingyu's meaning and curled her lips. Ling Qingyu was really dissatisfied with the dynamics, particularly as a lower position.
Continuing her movement, Yang Qingyue decided to release her restraint above Ling Qingyu's head and bit her ears. Ling Qingyu instantly went cloud nine and hugged Yang Qingyue, who didn't stop her hand, stretching into the inner thighs. The other hand rubbed on the chest.
"Well, I taught myself when I was young. As a girl, who hadn't try to feel what's it like?" Yang Qingyue murmured in response.
Ling Qingyu didn't know how to answer but she thought something was weird with Yang Qingyue's reply. "How do you do that? Hmm..." She moaned after feeling Yang Qingyue's hand over her flower.
"You can teach yourself on the internet." Yang Qingyue replied with a shrug.
"Really?" Ling Qingyu doubted. "But, why not me? I have watched so many artistic and action movies. Now, I'm helpless against yours."
Ling Qingyu blushed again but the change wasn't obvious as her skin already reddened, heat releasing through her pores in excitement.
"Oh?" Yang Qingyue smirked. "So, you're such a naughty girl. Who would have thought our goddess has such a side?"
"Don't talk." Ling Qingyu blushed and raised her head to seal Yang Qingyue's mouth with a kiss. Her manly heart had gone elsewhere. Anyway, it felt so good. She regretted her virgin past life. "I also never expect our police chief is a rogue."
"To each other, to each other." Yang Qingyue said. "But you really hurt my teeth though."
Ling Qingyu was embarrassed when she heard the complaint. "Hmph. This shows I'm a reserved girl. You just took benefits."
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"Reserved my foot." Yang Qingyue rolled her eyes, stroked Ling Qingyu's chin, and stared into her eyes, muttering. "Our clumsy goddess is so cute."
"Okay, stop changing topics. Who's it that taste you before me?" Ling Qingyu was relentless.
"Does it matter?" Yang Qingyue sighed and asked.
"Otherwise, you should be in the same situation as mine. Clumsy and jerky, not smooth and leading."
"I'm a natural-born talent." Yang Qingyue replied. Ling Qingyu had to compliment her shamelessness. She felt like she had matched her opponent, more narcissistic than hers.
Afterward, the Forester dashed away, as if fearing continuing to stay beside Ling Qingyu would suffer consequences. Yang Qingyue chuckled at their cute behaviors.
Shaking her head, Ling Qingyu comforted herself, remembering the two's face,s and decided to ask Tang Ziyi for more training. Fortunately, no one saw several lipsticks stuck on her face under the darkness, but their eyes still reminded Ling Qingyu, they might still have a suspicion. In order to clear up and let them forget about her, Ling Qingyu made more plans for her two eager guards.
The two guards sneezed and warily chuckled. They could already foresee the coming days would be harder.
Turning her head to Yang Qingyue, Ling Qingyu twirled her tongue and asked. "Shall we continue?"
"Continue my ass. Let's go back to your manor quick. I'm hungry." Yang Qingyue struck Ling Qingyu's arm with her palm.
Helpless her emotion could no longer be vented, Ling Qingyu drove the Bentley on the road again.
Perhaps noticing her reaction, Yang Qingyue giggled. "What you're not satisfied with tonight's progress?"
"It's too slow." Ling Qingyu whined.
"Too slow? You're just too greedy. Let's take it step by step." Yang Qingyue shook her head. Now that she was no longer emotional, her sane mind told herself to take a slow pace.
"How about another match after dinner?" Ling Qingyu asked hopefully.
"Nope." Yang Qingyue crushed the possibility without mercy. Only now, Ling Qingyu remembered her car's autonomous driving ability. She was too stupid to park instead of carrying on the journey. She could make out with Yang Qingyue without any interruption by then.
In order to lift Ling Qingyu's mood, Yang Qingyue changed the topic. She narrated the story with her ex-boyfriend.
Indeed, Ling Qingyu's focus was now on the man, who touched her woman. Yang Qingyue was a police flower in the academy and as always many men proposed to her.
She, like most teenagers, wanted to try out and chose a simple guy, who was also a police cadet. In addition to her reason for the separation, the other cause was due to the men who fancied her.
Yang Qingyue's family was powerful and there were naturally many suitors but she never liked boys from those aristocratic and political families. All shared the same roots: arrogance, objectifying her, wantonly relying on their background, no consideration for ordinary people, and no boundary of ethics and morals.
Because of their aggression against her ex-boyfriend, the two soon separated. Under threats and pressure, not excluding benefits—carrots and cane, no matter how Yang Qingyue affirmed to not mind, it was a naught. Frankly, she didn't like him too much and felt nothing until she decided to move away from the hands of those rogues and met Ling Qingyu.
Speaking of her past, her worry appeared again and she expressed her opinion. Hearing Yang Qingyue's words, Ling Qingyu smiled and comforted. "Sister Yang, no need to worry. It's not me but them, who's in danger. If the aggressor are their parents or grandparents, I might have trouble, but a little immature second and third generation. Wish them luck.
As for your family's views on same sex, believe me, I'll find a way."
Yang Qingyue told herself. Indeed, she was worried for Ling Qingyu too much, forgetting her ability. She must fear her family offending Ling Qingyu, not the other way around.
"Well, I spoke about my ex. What's your thought on Sister Zhao?" Yang Qingyue asked with amusement.
"Ahem." Ling Qingyu coughed uncontrollably in a guilty conscience. Should she complain the woman's intuitions were so accurate? Gulping, Ling Qingyu searched for words to rescue her situation.