After a Contractual Romance with the Scumbag Movie Queen - Chapter 30

The room was dimly lit by only the bedside lamp.

Qi Puzhi couldn’t understand how Jiang Tian had managed to find the right spot so effortlessly through the fabric, fabric that was already slick with moisture, with just a few exploratory touches.

Under the deliberate strokes and presses, Qi Puzhi couldn’t suppress a soft moan.

Embarrassed, she bit her lower lip, trying to stifle the sounds, her breathing growing heavier in the process.

In the overly quiet night, even the faintest gasp seemed tangible, thick with unspoken desire.

Jiang Tian’s scorching breath brushed against Qi Puzhi’s ear as she murmured hoarsely, “Sister, if it’s too much, you can bite me…”

As she spoke, she slyly applied a bit more pressure, catching Qi Puzhi off guard. A moan escaped her lips, her slightly reddened eyes shimmering with emotion as she shot Jiang Tian a glare brimming with allure.

Jiang Tian watched intently, letting out a soft sigh in her throat. “Never mind.”

Forget biting.

She turned her head and kissed Qi Puzhi directly, their lips and tongues entwining in a fervent dance that swallowed every sound Qi Puzhi might have made.

Qi Puzhi lay dazedly staring at the ceiling.

The younger woman was still pressing gentle kisses along her cheek, seemingly inexhaustible.

Jiang Tian was usually sparing with words in public, but when they were together, she spoke more, especially during moments of intimacy.

She would murmur Qi Puzhi’s name in a low, unhurried voice, praising her beauty and cuteness, whispering how much she adored her.

Amidst the pleasure, these fragmented, tender words filled the surging desire with deep affection.

It took a while for Qi Puzhi to regain some semblance of awareness from the lingering haze. She shifted slightly.

“Feeling better, sister?”

The woman’s eyes still held a misty glow, her expression radiating a sated, captivating charm. Jiang Tian tentatively brushed her fingers against Qi Puzhi’s flushed cheek.

“Mm.” Qi Puzhi, in her post-climax lethargy, sounded utterly languid.

Too drained to move, she planned to rest a little before heading to the bathroom to clean up.

As her eyes lazily half-closed, she saw the ethereally beautiful face of the younger woman drawing near, her expression obedient and earnest, yet the question that left her lips was audaciously bold and explicit.

“Sister, does what we just did count as?”

The two words were enunciated with perfect clarity by Jiang Tian, landing like a thunderclap in Qi Puzhi’s ears.

She blinked slowly, momentarily speechless from the bluntness.

Feigning nonchalance, she shifted slightly, burying half her face in the blanket.

Qi Puzhi bit her lower lip before answering in a muffled voice, “If you think it counts, then it counts.”

Though they hadn’t gone all the way, she had already reached her peak denying it would be disingenuous.

Her instincts told her this conversation shouldn’t continue, but Jiang Tian, in high spirits, seemed eager to chat. “Then, sister, is there any room for improvement?”

“…” Qi Puzhi couldn’t actually find any faults, but she didn’t want to inflate the little wolf’s ego and encourage further mischief.

Seeing Qi Puzhi avert her gaze in silence, Jiang Tian chuckled softly. “Seems like it was a good experience.”

Qi Puzhi let out a light hum. “I’m going to the bathroom.”

If she couldn’t win the argument, she could at least escape.

Pushing herself up, she was met with Jiang Tian’s concerned question, “If you’re too weak, should I carry you?”

Qi Puzhi shot her a reproachful look. “It’s not that bad.”

What did Jiang Tian take her for? Just because things had gotten a little intense, did that mean she couldn’t even walk?

She threw off the covers. At first, she felt fine, but the moment her feet touched the floor, she belatedly realized her legs were slightly numb, probably from an awkward position earlier.

The sudden weakness made her stumble forward, barely catching herself on the edge of the other bed.

“…” Qi Puzhi tried to salvage her dignity, feigning composure as she explained, “I tripped over a slipper.”

“Mhm.”

The young woman behind her was considerate enough to pretend to believe it, though the undisguised amusement in her tone was unmistakable.

Qi Puzhi closed her eyes briefly.

It really hadn’t been that bad, the slight numbness in her legs had already faded. The embarrassment was just a stroke of bad luck.

She stood up, leaving Jiang Tian with a straight and composed back, then walked steadily into the bathroom.

At least that part hadn’t fallen apart.

Qi Puzhi looked into the mirror but could barely stand to glance at herself.

Her nightgown was still intact, but the dampened fabric clearly revealed where she had been thoroughly savored earlier.

She sighed silently. Even with their clothes on the entire time, it had been this intense, what would happen in the future.

Gripping the fabric, her legs inexplicably weakened.

By the time she had tidied everything up, she finally regained her composure.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Qi Puzhi watched as Jiang Tian emerged from the bathroom. After a moment’s thought, she said, “Go back to your own bed to sleep.”

Although the cameras wouldn’t record at night, they would capture their morning routines.

Jiang Tian’s bed couldn’t look completely untouched.

“Mhm.” Jiang Tian complied easily, obedient as ever, though she naturally pulled Qi Puzhi along. “Come with me, sister. Your bed is a little wet.”

She lifted the blanket, pointing to a small stain on the sheets just a tiny spot.

But considering Qi Puzhi hadn’t even taken off her clothes, that small spot spoke volumes.

Seeing it, Qi Puzhi: “…”

Silently, she followed Jiang Tian to the other bed and lay down.

After all the exertion, she was utterly exhausted.

Drowsiness washed over her as she lay on her side, feeling Jiang Tian embrace her from behind, their smooth legs entwining.

A kiss brushed against the back of her head. “Goodnight, sister.”

The embrace was oddly comforting, so Qi Puzhi didn’t resist. Half-asleep, she murmured a faint “Goodnight.”

But after saying it, she inexplicably grew a little more awake.

Tonight, after such an intimate exchange of body and soul, they were now clinging to each other as they drifted off.

It felt too beautiful, like a dream.

She opened her eyes to the quiet night, a familiar emptiness creeping in.

Happiness seemed within reach, yet it often shattered so easily, dissolving like bubbles. She had experienced it too many times, far too many.

Under the covers, Qi Puzhi’s hand moved slowly, hesitantly resting atop the one wrapped around her waist.

The back of that hand was delicate, smooth as jade.

The young woman seemed to have already fallen asleep, yet as if sensing it in her dreams, her fingers shifted, enveloping Qi Puzhi’s hand in a warm, soft grip, holding her even tighter.

That unconscious gesture dispelled some of the unease lingering in Qi Puzhi’s heart.

In the unobserved night, her defenses wavered. Qi Puzhi gently freed her hand from Jiang Tian’s and turned over in her embrace.

Under the moonlight, the young woman’s face was serene and ethereal, so beautiful it seemed almost otherworldly.

Qi Puzhi gazed at her quietly, a trace of longing cautiously surfacing in her eyes.

Slowly, she leaned in, brushing her lips lightly against those soft ones.

The usual careless flirtation and playful teasing under the guise of their agreement were gone. Stripped of all pretense, only tenderness remained.