95: Lily-flavored drama scene

"Sigh! It's about time; I have to go to my night shift."

"Do you two want to go to a Les bar together? A young Soul Reaper lady is treating us tomorrow!" You Xiaoqian asked with a playful wink.

"We're in different departments, so I won't join in the fun," Ming Xuan said, gently stroking her jet-black hair.

"What about little sister Ling Yao!" You Xiaoqian finished applying her lipstick and then asked the dazed Ling Yao.

"Ah! I'm a niece, it wouldn't be right for me to go there." Ling Yao accidentally crushed her bottle of foundation.

"Niece? Oh!" You Xiaoqian's face was lined with confusion. "I get it, I'm heading out then."

"Mhm!" Ling Yao and Ming Xuan responded in unison.

You Xiaoqian gave Ling Yao a strange wave, wanting to laugh but holding back from exposing Ling Yao's little lie.

After You Xiaoqian left, only the two ghosts, Ming Xuan and Ling Yao, remained in the dressing room.

Ling Yao's heart leaped into her throat.

[Wuwuwu... Sister Ming Xuan wouldn't really think I'm a niece, would she?]

Ling Yao looked at Ming Xuan nervously, trying to read something from her expression.

However, Ming Xuan just quietly organized her makeup, neither speaking nor showing any particular reaction.

Ling Yao was on the verge of tears, torn about whether to tell Sister Ming Xuan the truth; she was actually just afraid that if she went, Sister Ming Xuan would be unhappy.

Seeing Ling Yao about to cry, Ming Xuan extended a long, cold-white index finger, placed it against her lips, and softly said, "Do you want some H-brand foundation?"

"Yes! Yes!" A flash of pleasant surprise crossed Ling Yao's eyes as she took the foundation with trembling hands.

A minute passed, and Ling Yao's trembling hands still couldn't finish the makeup on the tip of her nose.

She said with a dejected look, "Sister Ming Xuan, can you help me contour my nose?" Her tone carried a faint hint of acting spoiled.

"Happy to help!"

Under the lights, Ming Xuan's makeup was exquisite, her black hair like a waterfall, her red lips like fire, and her skin delicate and soft-white, like mutton-fat jade.

She took the makeup tools from Ling Yao's hand and began to carefully contour the tip of her nose.

Every stroke was so gentle and delicate, as if she were meticulously carving a work of art.

As time passed, Ling Yao's nose gradually became more defined and exquisite, complementing her entire face.

Then, Ming Xuan touched the bridge of Ling Yao's high nose with her fingertip.

Ling Yao's nose was small and delicate, looking very cute.

Ming Xuan couldn't help but feel a sense of affection, finding it hard to pull away.

"I quite~ like the H-brand foundation," Ling Yao whispered.

"Then do you want to try the S-brand?"

"No need, just the H-brand." Ling Yao's lowered eyes hid the shimmering light within them, while the slight upward curve of her lips revealed her pleasant mood.

Ming Xuan keenly noticed that Ling Yao's earlobes had turned bright red.

She finally realized that Ling Yao also had special feelings for her.

So, Ming Xuan put down the nose contour powder and reached out with her slender hands to wrap around Ling Yao's slim waist.

Using a bit of spiritual power, she pulled the other girl closer.

As expected, a vivid rosy blush spread across Ling Yao's cheeks.

[It's happening!!!]

"Sister Ming Xuan... Sister Ming Xuan..."

Ling Yao's hands rested on Ming Xuan's shoulders as she swallowed hard, an alluring low moan escaping her throat.

Then she slowly closed her eyes, as if waiting for something, like a flower bud ready to be plucked.

Looking at the bright red and full lips, Ming Xuan's mouth felt dry, as if only by pressing against them could her thirst be quenched.

She moved closer uncontrollably, closer and closer, finally pressing against that softness and letting out a sigh.

The two separated again, opening their eyes, their gazes intertwining like taffy, inseparable.

Eroticism intertwined as the ambiguity gradually synchronized, as if only the two of them remained in the entire dressing room.

Like dry wood meeting a raging fire, they drew close once more.

The vermilion lips pressed together once more, grinding against each other, making that shade of red even more brilliant.

Ling Yao parted her lips slightly, a silent invitation for Ming Xuan to enter.

A smooth, soft tongue reached out for a tentative touch, then, as if meeting after a long separation, they tightly embraced and intertwined... "So sweet!"

Their kiss grew more turbulent like a tide, both intoxicated by the sweetness unique to the other... Ming Xuan's hand unconsciously explored her sister's slender waist, ambiguously rubbing against the fair skin through the clothes.

Clothes were scattered all over the floor by the full-length mirror as the two moved from the dressing table to the floor, then to the bean bag chair... With a "click," Ling Qi opened the dressing room door holding a fox skin, and a decadent, erotic scent wafted toward her.

"Wait, did I go to the wrong room? Why is there a familiar yet strange smell!"

Ling Qi frowned and fanned the air in front of her, trying to disperse the uncomfortable scent.

Ling Qi's sudden intrusion interrupted their dalliance.

The two naked ghosts, Ming Xuan and Ling Yao, quickly separated and conjured up covering cloths to shield themselves from the Secretary-General's gaze.

"You two..." Ling Qi lowered her eyes in embarrassment. "This is the company's dressing room! How could you do such a thing here..."

"Besides, locking the door is useless; senior management's permissions can open any door in the public areas."

"I'm sorry, Secretary-General. I was blinded by lust and forced her." A blush rose on Ming Xuan's face.

"No, Secretary-General, I was willing."

"You two... Sigh..." Ling Qi sighed helplessly. "I didn't want to meddle, but since I've seen it, I can't ignore it. The company has clear regulations prohibiting employees from slacking off during work hours. Your behavior is a serious violation of company rules. Considering it's your first offense, I'll let it slide this time."

"Slacking off!!!" Ming Xuan gave the Secretary-General a grateful smile.

"Then... then Sister Ling Qi, could you please forget about this?" Ling Yao said softly, her eyes full of entreaty.

Ling Qi looked at them and nodded helplessly, "Fine, I won't tell anyone."

"However, you should be more careful in the future. This is a public place after all... Getting a room outside doesn't cost much RMB..." After saying that, Ling Qi left the dressing room.

She leaned against the wall, rubbing the fox skin, and took a deep breath of spiritual energy.

[Tsk tsk tsk... They play even wilder than me and the Boss.]

...Ling Yao playfully stuck out her tongue. "Sister Ming Xuan, the Secretary-General is really easy to talk to. I always used to think she was very stiff, but she really scared me just now. I thought my performance review for this year was gone!"

Ming Xuan helped Ling Yao tidy her sweat-dampened hair. "Qing Qing, do you really think the Secretary-General is that easy to talk to?"

Ling Yao nodded vigorously with a red face, "Mhm!"

"Then do you know what the Secretary-General was carrying in her hand?"

"A fox skin!" Ling Yao suddenly realized, "Her... her grand-nephew... she skinned him with her own hands."

"Yes!"

"The Secretary-General won't settle scores later, will she?"

"She won't!" Ming Xuan kissed the corner of Ling Yao's lips.

"Don't worry, Qing Qing. As long as it doesn't harm the interests of the Underworld, everything can be negotiated."