Chapter 15: What Exactly Is Our Relationship?
Sitting on the cold ceramic tile, Lu Zhiyin found herself bleeding quite a bit. Fortunately, she had taken off her clothes beforehand, or she would have had to change them again…
“…Hiss…”
She touched her thigh, and the intensifying pain made her gasp.
However, her legs weren’t very useful anyway, and it wouldn’t affect her daily life much, so… it should be fine? Thinking this, Lu Zhiyin continued to wipe her tears.
Although she had gradually recovered, she still couldn’t stop crying. It had to be said that her tear ducts were indeed a bit too developed.
“Wipe your tears.”
Handing Lu Zhiyin a fragrant tissue, Leng Qing Qiu put her index finger into her mouth, tasting the flavor of Lu Zhiyin’s blood.
This peculiar behavior made Lu Zhiyin’s heart tremble again.
“Th-thank you…”
Still a bit dazed, Lu Zhiyin took the tissue Leng Qing Qiu handed her, completely dried her tears, and also wiped the blood from her wrist.
Leng Qing Qiu didn’t speak. She stood up and put away the fruit knife stained with Lu Zhiyin’s blood.
Lu Zhiyin’s blood was no different from anyone else’s; it all tasted bad, and Leng Qing Qiu wasn’t obsessed with blood.
She pushed Lu Zhiyin’s wheelchair to the side, then picked Lu Zhiyin up from the ground and placed her on the sofa.
After that, she threw Lu Zhiyin’s discarded clothes onto her.
“…”
Lu Zhiyin remained silent. She dressed with some difficulty. By the time she was dressed, Leng Qing Qiu had already sat down beside her.
“Leng Qing Qiu.”
Tilting her head, Lu Zhiyin carefully held one of Leng Qing Qiu’s fingers. Her movements were very gentle, as if afraid of hurting Leng Qing Qiu, like a submissive dog trying to please its owner.
“I’m here.”
Holding Lu Zhiyin’s hand, Leng Qing Qiu glanced at Lu Zhiyin’s face, which was a bit pale from the blood loss.
“If you’ve calmed down… can I go look for Long Qinxin later?”
Asking cautiously, Lu Zhiyin knew it wasn’t smart to mention Long Qinxin in front of Leng Qing Qiu, but she had to.
Long Qinxin was truly important to her…
“Is she very important to you?”
Frowning, Leng Qing Qiu’s already improving mood soured again.
She knitted her brows.
Lu Zhiyin chose to avoid answering this question.
She had already experienced Leng Qing Qiu’s possessiveness to some extent.
“…What exactly is our relationship now?”
She hesitated for a moment and then asked a completely unrelated question.
Leng Qing Qiu unexpectedly began to seriously consider Lu Zhiyin’s question.
In fact, Leng Qing Qiu herself was also confused about her relationship with Lu Zhiyin.
What were they to each other?
Lu Zhiyin was her childhood friend, and they had grown up together. Lu Zhiyin’s deceased parents had helped her a lot, so Lu Zhiyin was also the child of her benefactor.
At the same time, Lu Zhiyin was her accomplice, a toy she wanted to tightly control, and recently, her girlfriend.
“…”
She stroked her chin and finally chose the most extreme answer.
“A toy? Perhaps.”
Narrowing her eyes, Leng Qing Qiu put her arm around Lu Zhiyin’s waist.
Although Lu Zhiyin had known for a long time that she meant little to Leng Qing Qiu, being insulted as a toy still made her feel uncomfortable.
She lowered her eyes, clenching her hands uncomfortably.
Leng Qing Qiu noticed her unusual behavior and her dejection.
However, Leng Qing Qiu wouldn’t care about Lu Zhiyin’s feelings.
Did she really not care? She wasn’t very sure herself, only knowing that she had basically never made Lu Zhiyin feel good so far.
“Since I’m just a toy… it shouldn’t matter if I talk to others, right? It’s just talking, and our relationship isn’t good, I won’t betray you…”
Her voice was very soft. Lu Zhiyin tried to lean towards Leng Qing Qiu, resting her head on Leng Qing Qiu’s shoulder.
This intimate gesture did not move Leng Qing Qiu.
For some reason, she just didn’t want Lu Zhiyin to interact with Long Qinxin.
When did she start having such strong possessiveness towards Lu Zhiyin? It hadn’t been that long.
Leng Qing Qiu released Lu Zhiyin’s hand and placed hers on Lu Zhiyin’s shoulder.
With a gentle push, Lu Zhiyin fell to the other side of the sofa. Leng Qing Qiu then pressed down on her, her knee digging into Lu Zhiyin’s injured thigh.
“Ugh…”
Lu Zhiyin’s body trembled, and the tears that had just stopped began to flow again.
Was this her way of rejecting Lu Zhiyin’s closeness?
Looking at Lu Zhiyin beneath her, lips pressed together, desperately enduring the pain, Leng Qing Qiu closed her eyes.
The helpless girl was truly pitiable; even a pervert like her felt a little reluctant to bully her… Not really…
Applying more pressure to Lu Zhiyin’s injured leg, Leng Qing Qiu gripped Lu Zhiyin’s neck.
Facing the bullying, Lu Zhiyin struggled for only a moment before losing her strength.
“I’m… I’m going to die… please, let me go for now…”
Begging for mercy in a voice as soft as a mosquito’s buzz, the girl’s voice was like a light feather, tickling Leng Qing Qiu’s heart.
She stopped her abusive actions.
“Even as a toy, you are mine. You must listen to me. If I say no, then it’s no.”
She gently stroked the bruise on Lu Zhiyin’s neck.
Leng Qing Qiu seemed to be getting addicted to the feeling of gripping Lu Zhiyin’s neck. Grasping the girl’s slender neck gave her the illusion of complete control over the girl before her.
No, it wasn’t an illusion. She could indeed completely control the girl before her.
Immoral, but very satisfying.
“You are not allowed to look for Long Qinxin, do you hear me? If you talk to her again, I will not only post a video of you in heat online, but I will also have you slowly sliced to death… Hmm, do you know what slow slicing is? It’s being cut into a thousand pieces.”
Leng Qing Qiu threatened Lu Zhiyin.
What she said made Lu Zhiyin shiver, a chill running straight from her spine to her forehead.
“…Mm…”
Giving a soft “mm,” Lu Zhiyin thought that she would find another opportunity to interact with Long Qinxin.
After Lu Zhiyin indicated she understood, Leng Qing Qiu lowered her head and tried to lick the tears from the corners of Lu Zhiyin’s eyes with her tongue.
The tears were salty and bitter. From the tears, she could taste the girl’s pain.
Leng Qing Qiu thought that yes, Lu Zhiyin deserved to be in pain.
In her predicament of having a disability and being orphaned, she was still being bullied by a scummy childhood friend like herself.
Looking at the childhood friend before her, Leng Qing Qiu inexplicably recalled what she had left unfinished on the day Lu Zhiyin was drugged.
She pressed her knee between Lu Zhiyin’s legs.
Lu Zhiyin, who had not resisted when she was cut with a knife, suddenly showed great dissatisfaction.
She cupped Lu Zhiyin’s wrists with both hands, shaking her head with teary eyes.
“…Mm, I understand.”
After hesitating for a moment, Leng Qing Qiu gave up on going further. They were not lovers after all, and their first times were undoubtedly important; they shouldn’t be so hasty.
She got up from Lu Zhiyin.
“I’ll go make dinner. You didn’t eat much at noon, so you must be hungry. You lost a lot of blood earlier, so you should replenish your strength.”
As she spoke, Leng Qing Qiu headed straight for the kitchen.
