After a Contractual Romance with the Scumbag Movie Queen - Chapter 37

“So, this is my sister’s secret?”

Jiang Tian spoke slowly.

Her gaze lingered on Qi Puzhi, something turbulent flickering in her eyes.

“Jiang Tian.”

Qi Puzhi lightly bit her lower lip, her watery eyes brimming with reproach. “Aren’t you going to let go?”

Jiang Tian stared at Qi Puzhi, taking in the woman’s breathtakingly beautiful face flushed with a captivating rosy hue, and the flustered embarrassment from having her vulnerable spot pressed, leaving her nowhere to hide.

The faint annoyance in those eyes was veiled by swaying shyness, rendering it utterly devoid of intimidation only alluring.

Unable to tear her eyes away, Jiang Tian seemed obedient as she withdrew her hand when Qi Puzhi spoke.

Just as Qi Puzhi was about to sigh in relief and say something, her words froze on her lips.

Her eyes widened slightly, her breath catching

The young woman’s jade-like, aloof features appeared even more ethereal under the white light, as if untouched by worldly concerns.

An untouchable, untainted presence.

Yet those thin lips parted, gently savoring the moisture on her fingertips.

Deliberately slow and meticulous, like a slow-motion scene in a film, magnified and prolonged endlessly in Qi Puzhi’s eyes.

A celestial being performing something utterly scandalous.

After savoring, Jiang Tian lifted her gaze to Qi Puzhi, her slightly damp lips glistening.

With amusement in her eyes, she murmured softly, “So sweet.”

Qi Puzhi’s heart pounded wildly, her breath coming short as she pleaded pitifully, “Jiang Tian.”

The woman couldn’t handle such stimulation, her eyes tinged with red.

Jiang Tian hummed in response but leaned even closer, pressing Qi Puzhi’s back against the wall until there was no retreat left.

Observing the misty haze in the woman’s eyes, Jiang Tian seemed to recall something. She lightly brushed her thigh, then paused.

“Sister,” she spoke again, her voice now slightly hoarse, “You seem… very responsive.”

To think it had already trickled down.

With irrefutable evidence, Qi Puzhi had no defense.

Her fair earlobes flushed crimson as she turned her head toward a nearby cabinet, finally managing to mutter after a long pause, “You’re so annoying…”

Words meant as a complaint, yet delivered in a voice so melodious and coy, they fermented into an intoxicating wine.

The lingering aroma entwined with the surrounding air, fermenting in its flow, easily inducing dizziness.

Enough to turn order into chaos surges, collisions, endless and unrelenting.

Jiang Tian cupped Qi Puzhi’s face and kissed her again.

Claiming urgently, demanding greedily.

Qi Puzhi melted under the kiss, her limbs weak, helpless against the overwhelming tide of passion.

When their lips parted, she gasped out, “Liar.”

“Hmm?” Jiang Tian’s breath was equally unsteady, puzzled by the sudden accusation.

“It’s salty.” Qi Puzhi’s lips trembled slightly, as if hesitant, but she finally spoke the words.

During the kiss, she had been forced to taste it, and upon realizing what it was, she had tried to push Jiang Tian away.

But the woman had pressed too firmly.

Understanding dawned on Jiang Tian, and her brows arched in amusement.

With a laugh, she said, “When I said ‘sweet,’ I meant I liked it. How is that lying?”

After a pause, she added meaningfully, “Teacher Qi claims to be worldly, yet you didn’t even know whether it was salty or sweet?”

“…” Qi Puzhi was momentarily speechless.

Unable to find a suitable retort, she opted to turn the tables, feigning judgment: “Seems like you’re the worldly one.”

“Not extensively,” Jiang Tian observed the woman’s subtly awkward expression. “I just had my first taste.”

She had never been stingy with honesty when it came to Qi Puzhi.

At these words, Qi Puzhi’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, her face seemingly indifferent, but an uncontrollable, subtle pleasure welled up inside her.

“I’ve only ever known you.”

The young woman’s eyes were filled to the brim with her, as if there was no room for anything else. “I only want to know you.”

Words as sweet as dreams.

Humans created complex languages and cunningly used them to weave lies and construct fantasies.

Qi Puzhi had stumbled many times, so she knew most beautiful dreams were traps. If she ever tasted sweetness, rather than marveling at her luck, she should first be wary.

She had clearly trained herself with this instinct for self-preservation.

Yet now, as if dazed, under the young woman’s gaze brimming with sincere affection, her lips parted slightly, uttering words she could hardly believe herself:

“Then… what else would you like to know now?”

After speaking, she couldn’t help but lightly bite her lower lip, her hand at her side clutching the fabric of her bathrobe, trying to anchor the tension in her heart with that grip.

The flush at the corners of her eyes deepened.

In this rare moment of indulgence offered by Qi Puzhi, Jiang Tian didn’t show excessive boldness.

She blinked, her voice soft: “How far does sister allow me to know?”

Qi Puzhi hadn’t expected her to say this.

It was a clear demand for her to take the initiative.

So sly, Qi Puzhi gritted her teeth inwardly.

Under the young woman’s expectant gaze, the scorching fire seemed to burn onto Qi Puzhi, leaving her flustered, with nowhere to hide, her entire body heating up.

Jiang Tian had been watching Qi Puzhi unblinkingly, unwilling to miss any detail of her expression, when suddenly everything went dark.

The woman’s hand had covered her eyes.

Then, the hand hanging at her side was gently taken.

The air fell into silence, so thick it felt tangible, where any movement would ripple through, leaving an undeniable trace.

Jiang Tian was led until she touched something incredibly soft and damp.

Precious warmth.

As the usual guide in such matters, Jiang Tian always seemed more composed than Qi Puzhi on the surface.

But Qi Puzhi didn’t know that her hands were slightly stiff now, cautious and reverent.

“I allow you to know this far.”

The woman tried to keep her voice steady, but the moment of contact made it tremble slightly, betraying her unsteady heart.

After speaking, she let go.

Jiang Tian’s already uneven breathing grew even more ragged at her words.

Her chest heaved, unable to hold back any longer, she moved Qi Puzhi’s hand from her eyes and pinned it against the wall.

“I’ll get to know you well.”

The night lurked like a beast, making peace impossible.