One Pet Gets Married

Chapter 69

This was Tang You'an's first intimate encounter with Song Xici. She approached with a mix of caution and excitement.

The taste was intoxicating, utterly captivating.

Tang You'an held Song Xici's hand while savoring the long-coveted feast, occasionally emitting soft sounds. In the quiet of night, these noises seemed amplified.

Unconsciously, Song Xici's toes curled. Though lying still, she felt adrift, clinging tightly to Tang You'an's hand. For a moment, Song Xici felt her body was no longer her own.

Gradually, the unfamiliar sensations intensified. Song Xici tried to clench her jaw and suppress her voice, but under the teasing of those soft lips and tongue, she couldn't. Her mind went blank. Head tilted back, body trembling, toes curled, she let out a stifled moan.

Afterward, Song Xici reached out, lifting Tang You'an's chin. Shaking her head, she whispered, "No more... You'an... stop..."

Hearing this, Tang You'an raised her head, gently wiping her lips, gazing at Song Xici.

"Is that enough?" Tang You'an asked, her voice husky, eyes hazy.

"It's enough..." Song Xici bit her lip, her breath still shaky. "Tomorrow... we have to film..."

"We don't need to go too early tomorrow."

"Really, it's enough..." Beads of sweat dotted Song Xici's forehead.

Tang You'an nodded, lying beside her, stroking her hair and gazing at her softly.

Song Xici met her eyes briefly before lowering her gaze. It was too embarrassing. Tang You'an was so naughty!

"So, did it feel good?" Tang You'an pulled her close, eyes on her lips.

Song Xici's cheeks burned. She pulled the covers over herself, turning away. "I'm not telling you."

"So it didn't feel good?" Tang You'an gently turned her face back.

Song Xici glanced at her, silently putting on her nightgown and buttoning it.

"Should we try again then?" Tang You'an pressed her forehead to Song Xici's, kissing her earlobe.

"No..." As Tang You'an moved to go down again, Song Xici quickly grabbed her collar, face flushed.

"Well, how was it really?" Tang You'an smiled, lightly pinching her chin.

Song Xici looked up, meeting Tang You'an's suggestive gaze. Suddenly overwhelmed with embarrassment, she pushed Tang You'an down, straddling her. "You want to know? Fine, I'll show you!"

Caught off guard, Tang You'an stared at her, momentarily stunned.

"Alright," Tang You'an smirked, "How will you show me?"

"I..." Song Xici's hands on Tang You'an's shoulders, straddling her fiercely, but her face grew redder as she gazed at Tang You'an's dark hair spread on the pillow.

"Hmm?" Tang You'an tilted her head slightly.

Song Xici stared at her collar, swallowing hard.

"What do you want to do?" Tang You'an gazed at her, covering Song Xici's hand on her left shoulder.

"I... I'll tell you later!" Song Xici finally rolled off, pulling the covers over her head.

Seeing her like this, Tang You'an couldn't help but laugh. She reached out, embracing Song Xici.

"Xici." Tang You'an's hand rested on her waist as she closed her eyes.

"What?" Song Xici mumbled.

"Thank you for loving me." Tang You'an took a deep breath.

"Don't be silly..."

Tang You'an just smiled, holding her tighter. She felt a desire to meld their bodies together completely.

"It felt good," Song Xici whispered.

"Hmm?" Tang You'an opened her eyes.

"You asked earlier. I'm saying," Song Xici swallowed, "I'm saying what you did... felt really good..."

"Haha." Tang You'an laughed again.

"What's so funny..." Song Xici's face reddened once more.

"Nothing." Tang You'an shook her head, just gazing at her tenderly.

"I'm done talking. Turn off the lights and go to sleep!" Song Xici rolled her eyes, turning away.

"Mm," Tang You'an sighed contentedly, suppressing her laughter. "Goodnight."

The next day.

Song Xici was woken by the alarm. After turning it off, she yawned and rolled over, finding the space beside her empty.

Tang You'an had risen before the alarm again...

Sitting up and massaging her shoulders, Song Xici suddenly recalled last night's events, biting her lip involuntarily.

Last night... though she'd worried about going too far and felt a bit shy, so they hadn't gone all the way, but still...

Remembering the scene, Song Xici covered her face with her hands, falling back onto the bed and clutching the covers. It was too much. After such intimate contact, how should they proceed...

After struggling with her thoughts for a while, Song Xici punched the bed, then got up and headed to the bathroom to freshen up.

Approaching the sink, she saw a glass of water waiting. As always, Tang You'an had prepared her toothbrush with toothpaste.

Turning the toothbrush in her hand, Song Xici looked at herself in the mirror, smiling foolishly. After a moment, realizing how silly she looked grinning at her reflection, she smacked her forehead.

After washing up and changing into black skinny jeans and a gray cotton tee, Song Xici opened the door and pattered down the stairs towards the kitchen.

She paused at the doorway.

With the changing seasons, daylight came earlier. Though it was just past six, it was already bright outside. The weather looked pleasant, with a breeze carrying the fragrance of flowers from the garden. Taking a deep breath, the fresh, cool scent was invigorating.

In the kitchen, Tang You'an stood casually by the stove, hair in a ponytail, wearing a pearl white silk shirt. Her long legs looked especially slim in smoke-gray jeans.

She appeared relaxed, one hand in her pocket, the other holding long chopsticks, occasionally stirring the pot before her.

Song Xici thought any snapshot of her casual movements could be a magazine cover.

As she watched, Song Xici found herself smiling, leaning against the doorframe and twirling her hair.

"Awake?" Tang You'an turned to look at her.

"Oh... yes..." Song Xici nodded, approaching to peer into the pot and glance at the sauce beside it. "Are you making pasta?"

The water in the pot bubbled, noodles making soft popping sounds.

"Yeah, it's been a while since I've done this. Not sure how it'll taste," Tang You'an grinned, nodding. She set down the chopsticks and turned to Song Xici. "If it's not good, don't hold it against me."

"How could it be... I'm sure yours will taste better than mine." Song Xici glanced at her, then the pot, before taking a fork to the sink to wash.

Tang You'an smiled, then turned off the heat, draining the pasta into two plates and drizzling sauce over each.

She carried the plates to the table, then looked back at Song Xici. "Come try it."

"Okay..." Song Xici approached, hands behind her back, leaning in to sniff. "It smells good."

"Then sit and eat." Tang You'an pulled out a chair, gesturing invitingly.

Song Xici tucked her hair behind her ear, nodded, and sat down.

The rich, flavorful sauce paired perfectly with the al dente noodles, creating a delicious dish.

After taking a bite, Song Xici snuck a glance at Tang You'an.

Tang You'an was elegantly twirling pasta onto her fork, eating slowly. She then reached for her milk with her graceful left hand, taking a sip.

She looked every bit the perfect gentlewoman, as if nothing had happened the night before.

Suddenly recalling the image of Tang You'an's head between her thighs, Song Xici felt her body warming again. The sensation was intoxicating - embarrassing, yet desirable.

"What is it?" Tang You'an set down her milk, turning to Song Xici with a smile. "You keep looking at me."

"No, I'm not..." Song Xici started, quickly lowering her head and taking a bite of pasta.

She took too large a mouthful, choking slightly. Her brow furrowed as she coughed repeatedly.

"Here, wipe your mouth." Tang You'an offered a napkin to clean the sauce from her lips.

"Oh... I can do it." Song Xici set down her fork, taking the napkin to wipe her mouth, no longer daring to look at Tang You'an.

Come to think of it, she'd had quite an erotic dream last night... She'd dreamed of spending the whole night with Tang You'an, trying all sorts of positions... Realizing this, Song Xici closed her eyes briefly. How could she have become such a person!

After breakfast, they gathered their things and headed to the entryway to put on shoes before leaving for the set.

Watching Tang You'an put on her shoes, Song Xici stood behind her, contemplating. Then she reached out, hugging Tang You'an's waist and pressing her face against her back.

"What is it?" Tang You'an covered Song Xici's hands at her waist, turning her head to ask softly.

"We'll be together forever, right? Travel together, eat and play together, grow old together, hold hands and dance in the square when we're old ladies?" Song Xici tightened her embrace.

Hearing this, Tang You'an laughed. "Can we negotiate? Do we have to dance in the square? Those remixed songs they use are awful."

"No negotiation!" Song Xici glared at her.

"Haha," Tang You'an nodded, "Alright, we'll be together forever, grow old together, dance in the square. Nothing will separate us."

"Really?" Song Xici asked again.

Tang You'an turned to face her, gazing at her softly. After a moment, she reached out to ruffle Song Xici's hair. "Really. This humble servant wouldn't dare lie."

At this, Song Xici covered her mouth, eyes crinkling with laughter.

"Then let's pinky swear!" Song Xici held out her hand childishly.

Tang You'an obliged, hooking her pinky with Song Xici's.

"Seal it!" Song Xici grinned, pressing her thumb to Tang You'an's. "A hundred years, no take-backs!"

Tang You'an watched her, smiling and nodding.

"Alright, let's go! Time for the set!" Song Xici opened the door, skipping out happily.

The sun shone brightly, the sky a beautiful blue. It was the taste of happiness. Tang You'an followed, her smile deepening as she watched Song Xici's energetic figure ahead.

Author's Note: New year, new outlook! Red envelopes for comments before the next chapter update!