Chapter 3 Training the High-cold Flower
"What? Just one minute? Is that even normal?"
Xie Siyan knelt awkwardly on the bed, ears red enough to bleed.
Utterly humiliated, yet he didn't dare breathe loudly.
I'd barely started, and he was already done.
I was furious.
So I kicked his shoulder and slid my foot down, nudging his abs. "What's the point of these being so hard?"
His hands balled into fists.
He stared fixedly at the tangled sheets, the corners of his eyes reddening from what I said.
Probably from anger.
I reached out and patted his face. "Hey, what are you dissatisfied about?
"I'm the one who paid. If anyone's unhappy, it should be me."
He buried his head lower, voice slightly hoarse. "I know.
"I'll… practice more."
From that day on, we did it every single day.
We successfully stretched from one minute to a full hour.
The experience improved dramatically.
That day, like usual, he prepared my bath water.
After I finished, he helped me into the silk nightgown and carried me to the bed.
He poured body lotion and started massaging from my calves.
I hummed in comfort, twisting around, utterly satisfied inside.
The aloof flower of the mountains—yet here he was, trained perfectly by me, serving only me because I had the money!
His warm hand paused at my waist.
I opened my eyes. "What's wrong?"
My exposed skin looked hazy and beautiful under the warm lamplight.
The strap had slipped off one shoulder.
Xie Siyan's breathing hitched. His dark eyes deepened.
I sensed something off, leaned closer to his face, but my gaze drifted downward. I smiled smugly. "Oh? Can't hold back anymore?"
Too close—Xie Siyan stepped back, but I yanked him right back.
"Where are you running?"
He pressed his lips together and looked at me. The flush spread from his cheeks to his ears, like an innocent little puppy.
I leaned over him, sniffing everywhere. "Xie Siyan, why do you smell so good?"
My hand slid onto his forearm, tracing the raised veins, following them to the back of his hand.
I drew slow circles over his long knuckles.
Then I laced our fingers together.
The slick lotion mixed with the slight sweat on his palm.
He suddenly shivered.
I tilted my head and stopped just one centimeter from his lips. Before he could speak, I bit down.
After a year, he finally dared to touch me back.
He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me away a little, covering his mouth, annoyed. "Shen Tingwan, are you a dog?"
Why are you yelling at me?
I jumped off the bed, grabbed some rope, and pounced on him.
"Hmph. You're not behaving, so you need punishment."
Xie Siyan closed his eyes, his face tight with tension.
But the humiliation was extreme.
That made me even angrier. In three quick moves, I tied his hands behind his back.
I dragged my foot over the firm muscles of his thigh, back and forth.
Watching his face flush.
Watching his heartbeat race.
Watching him want to beg yet hold back and endure—it felt amazing.
Us big women needed to enjoy the good stuff to have energy for life!
If my best friend hadn't called me to go catch him cheating, I might have forgotten that Xie Siyan had a White Moonlight before me.