Xia Lan: From Meeting a Martial Arts Girl

Chapter 46 One point of restraint

The moment the door closed, the air in the room suddenly changed.

It was unusually quiet.

Lu Siye stood at the door, his back to the room, his hand still on the doorknob, not letting go.

He could feel Liara's gaze on his back.

It felt strange; it wasn't aggressive.

He heard some sounds.

A rustling sound.

The sound of fabric rubbing against skin.

Then came the sound of fabric falling to the floor.

Then came more rustling sounds.

More sounds of fabric hitting the ground.

Lu Siye tightened his grip on the doorknob.

He did not turn around.

It wasn't because he didn't know what was happening behind him, but because he did know.

He knows it very well.

He could discern the order in which the fabric left the skin from the rustling sound.

First, the zipper on the side of the skirt was unzipped, sliding down from the shoulder, past the collarbone, past the chest, past the waist, past the hips, and finally to the ground.

Then there are the bra buttons.

The buckle was fastened at the back, three rows, and it was unfastened with one hand; the movement was very practiced.

Then comes underwear.

Lace.

Judging from the sound.

Lu Siye took a deep breath and cleared those images from his mind.

He turned around.

Then he regretted it.

It wasn't because she wasn't wearing clothes; he already knew she wasn't wearing clothes.

It was because he hadn't expected a woman's body to look like that.

Liara stood in the center of the room, in front of the window, where the setting sun shone in, bathing her in a golden light.

Her body lines were incredibly smooth, like a curve drawn by the Creator with the softest brushstrokes.

Every curve is just right, not a fraction more or less.

Her skin was very fair and had a luminous sheen.

Her waist is very thin.

It was so detailed that Lu Siye felt he could close his two hands together.

But her hips were wide, forming a full, rounded curve with her thighs, like a ripe peach.

Her legs were incredibly long, from hip to knee and from knee to ankle, the proportions were so perfect they seemed unreal, as if she had stepped out of a classic oil painting book.

Her chest...

Lu Siye looked away.

It was moved to the ceiling.

There was a light on the ceiling, a chandelier, not very big, with three bulbs. One of the bulbs was dimmer than the other two, probably because it was about to break.

He stared at the dimmer light bulb for two seconds, then heard a soft chuckle.

With a touch of pleasure and a hint of mockery.

"Weren't you going to play with your sister?" Liara's voice came from the center of the room, tinged with laughter. "Come on!"

Lu Siye stared at the ceiling without saying a word.

His face turned red.

He took a deep breath, trying to suppress those chaotic thoughts, but the air he inhaled was filled with her scent.

"Put your clothes on first," he said, his voice a half-tone higher than usual.

Liara laughed again, this time even more clearly.

"Put it on?" she repeated, her tone full of disbelief. "You told me to take it off, and now you want me to put it on? Little brother, are you even capable of this?"

"I didn't tell you to take it off," Lu Siye said, his gaze still fixed on the chandelier on the ceiling, his eyes stinging from staring at it. "You took it off yourself."

"How can I get dressed if you don't turn around?"

"You don't need to take your clothes off."

"How can I play with you if you don't take your clothes off?"

"No need to play."

"Then what were you doing in the room?"

Lu Siye opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that he didn't seem to have anything to say.

He himself said, "Let's go into the room."

He walked in by himself.

He closed the door himself.

Liara looked at his flushed face, the corners of her mouth curving wider and wider, until finally she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Before the laughter had even faded, she moved.

Lu Siye only felt a gust of wind carrying body heat rush towards him, and then a soft, warm thing, like a big ball of cotton candy, crashed into his arms.

His back slammed into the door panel.

The doorknob was digging into his waist, causing a slight pain, but he could no longer feel it.

Because his entire body was overwhelmed by an unprecedented, unfamiliar, and overwhelming sensation.

Liara pressed herself against him.

Not the kind of sticker that keeps you at a distance, but the kind that's completely, thoroughly, and without any gaps.

Chest to chest, belly to belly, thigh to thigh.

Her knees were pressed between his legs, her arms were pinned to his sides, and her fingers were inserted between his fingers.

Their fingers were interlocked, palms touching palms.

Her face was less than a fist's distance from his.

He could feel every inch of her body.

Every inch.

Her skin was incredibly smooth; it felt warm, delicate, and almost frictionless to the touch.

His fingers touched her waist.

It wasn't intentional.

His hand was pressed against the door by her, and her waist was pressed against the back of his hand. He moved his fingers slightly, and his fingertips touched her skin.

In that instant, it felt like I'd been electrocuted.

A tingling sensation shot up his arm from his fingertips, leaving him completely blank.

He abruptly pulled his hand back.

But he had nowhere to pull his hand away.

The door was behind him, her hand was beside him, and her body was in front of him.

He had nowhere to hide, nowhere to escape.

His brain completely shut down at that moment.

Liara looked at his flushed face, the corners of her mouth curving wider and wider, her eyes full of laughter.

She leaned closer, her lips brushing against his earlobe, and whispered, slowly, word by word:

"You're hard."

Lu Siye's brain rebooted in that instant.

He pushed his hands out forcefully.

He is very strong.

The force of the push sent Liara staggering back several steps, nearly causing her to fall.

She steadied herself and stood there, completely naked, her blond hair disheveled and draped over her shoulders, a look of surprise and amusement on her face, as if she had seen something very interesting.

Lu Siye stood by the door, his chest heaving violently, his breathing rapid and heavy.

His face was still red, but his eyes had regained their clarity.

The hazy, youthful infatuation that once clouded the mind has vanished, replaced by absolute rationality.

"I have principles," he said, his voice still a little unsteady. "Don't go too far."

Liara looked at him, the smile in her eyes hadn't diminished, but something else had appeared in them.

She tilted her head, her blonde hair slipping from her shoulders and falling to her chest, partially obscuring her two soft, white mounds.

She didn't try to cover herself or hide anything; she just stood there naturally and openly in the center of the room, letting the sunlight stream down her skin.

"Oh dear," she said, her tone carrying an exaggerated, coaxing gentleness, "that's just how boys who haven't experienced sex are, all shy and hesitant."

She took a step forward.

Lu Siye did not retreat.

He had nowhere to retreat; the door was right behind him.

She took another step.

The distance between the two people has been shortened back to within an arm's length.

She stopped and didn't go any further. She just stood in front of him, looking up at him with her face slightly tilted back, her light brown eyes reflecting his face.

"Don't worry," she said, her voice soft and gentle, stroking his hair lightly with one hand, "I won't use too much force."

Lu Siye looked at her and remained silent for two seconds.

Then he coughed twice, cleared his throat, and his voice returned to its normal tone and rhythm.

"Seriously," he said, "don't you want to explain the mark on your right hand?"

Liara's expression remained unchanged, but her right hand twitched slightly.

It's very mild.

It was as if he wanted to hide his hands behind his back, but he held back.

The mark of sin.

Liara looked down at her right wrist, then looked up at Lu Siyue and blinked.

"There's nothing to explain," she said. "We're the same kind of people; that doesn't need explaining."

She raised her right hand, exposing the inside of her wrist to Lu Siye, letting the mark of guilt, hidden by foundation, be revealed in the light of the setting sun.

"Didn't you recognize me at first glance?"

Lu Siye looked at her wrist.

The mark became even more distinct in the light of the setting sun.

He did not deny it.

"I recognized him," he said.

"Then why are you still doing this?" Lu Siye's tone was tinged with annoyance.

Leah tilted her head, looking innocent.

"What about me?" she said, her voice carrying a deliberately coquettish tone. "We are just fellow citizens with a sinful mark."

As she spoke, she moved closer, pressing her body against his again.

Her lips pressed against his ear again.

"This doesn't affect our close relationship."

Lu Siye's body stiffened again, but this time he regained his composure.

He didn't push her away, nor did he blush; he simply stood there, motionless.

He waited two seconds to make sure his voice was steady enough before he spoke.

“If you say that again,” he said, “I’m leaving immediately.”

Liara's lips, which were pressed against his ear, paused for a moment.

She sensed the change in the temperature of his voice.

She slowly stepped back, taking half a step, and looked at his face.

The redness on his face had disappeared, and his expression returned to calm.

Liara looked at him for two seconds, then smiled.

This smile is different from the ones before.

"Okay," she said, turning to walk to the bedside, picking up a bathrobe from the bed, draping it over her shoulders, fastening the belt, then sitting down on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs, and patting the spot next to her. "Sit."

Lu Siye did not sit down.

He stood there, leaning against the door, his hands in his pockets, watching her.

Liara did not force the issue.

She leaned against the headboard, put a pillow behind her back to make herself more comfortable, then looked up at the ceiling, as if organizing her thoughts.

There was a moment of silence.

"Aren't you curious why I'm here?" she asked.

"I'm not curious," Lu Siye said.

Liara glanced at him and smiled.

"lie."

Lu Siye did not deny it.

Liara got up from the bed, walked to him, reached out, pinched his chin, and lifted it slightly so that his face was facing the light.

"What's your relationship with her?" she asked.

"Who?"

"The woman in the photo."

Lu Siye remained silent for a second.

"It doesn't matter," he said.

Liara looked into his eyes for a long time.

Then she released his jaw, took a step back, and smiled.

"Okay," she said, "I'll help you find it."

Lu Siye's eyes lit up.

"real?"

"Really," Liara said, but the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile, "but..."

She reached out and pinched the hem of his T-shirt, gently lifting it up to reveal the firm muscles of his abdomen.

Her fingers traced lightly across his abdominal muscles, from left to right.

"How will you repay me?"

Her other hand came around from behind, and her hands crossed in front of his abdomen, their fingers interlocked.

Her chin rested on his shoulder, and her lips were close to his ear.

"Little Siye".

Lu Siye stood there, being hugged from behind by her, and he did not push her away.

She didn't blush.

"What do you want?" he asked calmly.

Liara's fingers paused on his abdomen.

Then she laughed.

"I don't know yet," she said. "I'll let you know when I've thought it through."

Lu Siye was silent for a moment, then reached out and grasped her hand that was clasped on his abdomen, gently pried it open, and turned around to face her.

"Okay," he said.

She reached out and placed her palm on his cheek.

"You're a good person," she said in a low voice, "unlike your two classmates."

Lu Siye remained silent.

Liara withdrew her hand, turned and walked to the door, opening it.

The light from the corridor shone in, casting a warm yellow glow on her.

She turned her head and glanced at him.

"Get a good rest tonight," she said. "I'll take you somewhere tomorrow."

"Where?"

Liara smiled.

"Go find her."