Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

The angel version of Yang Qingyue: "You must be reserved. A momentary spark of desire can ruin everything. Think rationally before you decide."

The demoness version wasn't afraid: "Rational my ass. Your hypocritical face almost makes me puke. Follow your desire cleanly instead of pretending on the high ground."

Angel: "You, demons, lack self-control. And this kind of love between the same sex is unethical."

Demon: "Who makes ethics? Who cares about that in the face of true love? As long as one's pursuit doesn't affect others or trouble them, why not? A heterosexual relationship is more of a lust. True love comes from the same sex."

Angel: "You! As a daughter of the big family, won't you be hurting Ling Qingyu?"

Demon: "I think my family should worry more about facing her. Yang Qingyue, go ahead, I give you a green light."

Angel: "Green light, my foot. Yang Qingyue, think twice. You don't want her to get hurt."

Demon: "Stop chattering. Angels are the cleanest outside and dirtiest inside in contrast to us."

Angel: "You demons always know how to confuse people. I fight you!"

Yang Qingyue watched the two tiny figures scuffle, waving several large circles and turning into a big cloud. Ping-pong. Ping-pong.

Her face darkened, seeing her conflicted thoughts fighting their ideologies with fists. The corners of her mouth twitched and she waved away with her hand, dissipating both angel and demon into nothingness.

It seemed she was indeed drunk a bit, even seeing cute caricature versions of her. But the demoness's words tempted Yang Qingyue.

But she put the important motto in her mind—women must be reserved and couldn't show urgency in their every move. They weren't elegant and destroyed the image. Particularly, regarding love affairs, women should play around indirectly because direct frankness meant a slut.

This kind of pressure weighed more especially in countries where women's rights were repeatedly endangered most of the time.

Should Ling Qingyu know about her inner monologue, she would have greeted several of Yang Qingyue's ancestors.

In contrast, Ling Qingyu was getting more and more uncomfortable. She couldn't bear any longer.

Breaking the silence, Ling Qingyu spoke, her voice low and tinged with vulnerability, "Yang Qingyue, I can't seem to control myself around you."

The confession hung in the air, a raw admission of the emotions bubbling beneath the surface. Damn the ancient culture, my opportunity door was closing.

Yang Qingyue turned to look at Ling Qingyu, her eyes revealing a mix of curiosity and trepidation. Ling Qingyu, sensing the need for clarity, continued, "I've tried to resist, but being close to you, it's like there's a force pulling me in. And I can't deny that I want to kiss you right now."

The admission hung in the air, a palpable tension building as Ling Qingyu's words lingered. The car seemed to move in slow motion, every passing second stretching the anticipation. The next move weighed heavily in the unspoken dance between them.

With a sudden decisiveness, Ling Qingyu pulled the car over to the side of the deserted road and slammed the brake. The Bentley came to a halt, the engine's hum now the only sound in the silent night. Ling Qingyu turned to face Yang Qingyue, her eyes searching for any signs of resistance or reciprocation.

In that charged moment, their eyes locked. Ling Qingyu, driven by an overpowering desire, closed the distance between them. Even the seal belt holding Ling Qingyu down seemed powerless as Ling Qingyu hovered over Yang Qingyue, whose back was locked.

Yang Qingyue never expected Ling Qingyu to make a first bold move. She might have underestimated Ling Qingyu's control.

Looking upward at Ling Qingyu's face getting nearer to hers, Yang Qingyue gulped. Her defense faltered. She didn't know why she never resisted. The pressure coming from Ling Qingyu made her breathless.

In fact, the lust inside Ling Qingyu deepened and she instinctively acted domineeringly to corner Yang Qingyue. Now staring at her beautiful eyes and the rose lips, Ling Qingyu's tongue moved in anticipation and her mouth went dry.

She wanted to kiss yet didn't know how. The problem arose. She had no idea how to proceed and awkwardly lowered her head over Yang Qingyue's.

In the meantime, her eyes searched for any signs of disagreement from Yang Qingyue and shone with with glint when she noticed Yang Qingyue's eyes subconsciously looking forward to her move.

Ling Qingyu's excited mood rose when she saw Yang Qingyue close her eyes gently. There were no words to say more.

The world outside the car seemed to fade away as their lips finally met in a passionate kiss. Passionate kiss?

Well, only if Ling Qingyu's teeth didn't clatter with Yang Qingyue's after she pecked a little first. Yang Qingyue's eyes teared up from the pain and widened.

Feeling desperate inside, Ling Qingyu was in a stupor. Should she continue and miss the chance or …what should she do? Would Yang Qingyue blame her? If she knew this would happen, she should review it several times before the real exam.
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Sensing jerkiness and clumsy lip movements from Ling Qingyu, Yang Qingyue almost laughed and decided to teach her the true method.

She separated Ling Qingyu for a while before kissing again and moved her lips, gently at first and passionately. Yang Qingyue even inserted her tongue, freezing Ling Qingyu for a moment.

Under Yang Qingyue's lead, the two became more comfortable, emboldened by the connection they shared and deepened the kiss, each moment an exploration of uncharted territory.

The kiss spoke volumes, a language that surpassed any words. Yang Qingyue, her initial reservations giving way to the intoxicating allure, led the rhythm with a fervor, surprising Ling Qingyu.

Yang Qingyue didn't have any reservations. These unwarranted issues floated away as soon as Ling Qingyu's lips collapsed on hers. She discovered Ling Qingyu's existence, plucking her heartstrings.

Of course, Yang Qingyue had little experience but practiced a lot, though she didn't touch her ex-boyfriend too much. But every girl dreamed about how they would feel during the kiss and did try drilling.

Even though Ling Qingyu had no experience nor knew what to do, her hands subconsciously moved, hugging Yang Qingyue's waist and closing the distance.

Their bodies melted into each other. The blockages inside the car interior could no longer stop the passion. The bondage became their background.

When Ling Qingyu's hands brushed over Yang Qingyue's stomach and her sides, the policewoman moaned and grasped the back of her head forward. Both felt each other breath.

For the first time in her life, Ling Qingyu knew what shivering pleasure meant. The kiss made her tingle to the spine. Every ounce of blood rushed to the ecstasy. The heartbeat reverberated through her chest.

She never expected the kiss would be so sweet and smelled milkiness from Yang Qingyue.

What stunned her the most was Yang Qingyue's daring tongue, roping around hers.

Despite following Yang Qingyue's lead, the gratifying aspect should be Ling Qingyu positioning herself on the top.

But those ideas disappeared, when Yang Qingyue's tongue scraped around inside her mouth, drawing out moans, Ling Qingyu would blush severely if she listened from the sidelines.

"Hmm!" Both separated for a moment, taking a deep breath. Ling Qingyu brushed across Yang Qingyue's cheek with the back of her fingers, noses touching and exchanging breath.

Ling Qingyu pressed forward again, this time following Yang Qingyue's steps. Under Teacher Yang's guidance, Ling Qingyu had now grown into an expert.