After Flirting with the God-Tier Beautiful Tycoon - Chapter 65

Shen Xiaojiang gently closed the door to the emergency exit.

Even though she had tried her best to slow her movements, Chen Yi, who had just stepped down to the next level, still heard it.

As if sharing a telepathic connection, Chen Yi knew: Shen Xiaojiang had come.

When two people who have once shared a deep physical and emotional bond occupy the same magnetic field, they possess an almost primal intuition regarding each other’s presence.

Shen Xiaojiang took two steps forward, reaching the next step.

She slowly leaned sideways, peering through the gap by the handrail.

Chen Yi moved abruptly to the side, successfully dodging Shen Xiaojiang’s line of sight.

No matter how noisy or busy the world outside was, the empty emergency stairwell was so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.

Shen Xiaojiang stood on the gray marble steps, one hand slowly tracing the white wall while the other rested on the wood grained handrail.

That ethereal, aloof, and cold fragrance was right at the tip of her nose, yet felt as distant as the horizon.

Without realizing it, she had already reached the sixteenth floor.

The scent lingered in the air where Chen Yi had passed, hovering like a seagull clinging to the sea, reluctant to leave.

Shen Xiaojiang breathed in Chen Yi’s scent from the air, deliberately slowing her pace, remaining silent.

If no one came to disturb them, perhaps they could walk like this for a lifetime.

Suddenly, Chen Yi’s heel landed a bit too sharply in her haste, letting out a sound.

It wasn’t loud a crisp, sharp click but in this silent stairwell, it was deafening.

She froze in place, like a creature fearing a predator lurking in the dark, not daring to move an inch.

Shen Xiaojiang heard it too, of course. Her pupils dilated for a moment, then narrowed slightly.

She still didn’t speak, nor did she call out Chen Yi’s name. She wanted to see exactly why this coward had doubled back after getting into the car.

Chen Yi was nervous, her heart was racing.

After a long moment, she let out a soft sigh of relief and cautiously slipped off the cumbersome high heels.

Then, standing on the fifteenth floor, she looked up toward the sixteenth floor, toward the silhouette that might or might not be there.

She stepped barefoot onto the marble steps, her brow furrowing slightly, her toes curling ever so slightly.

Though her hands and feet were perpetually cold, she couldn’t help but flinch at the icy temperature of the stairs.

Once she had adjusted, Chen Yi flattened her feet, using her entire soles to measure the path ahead.

Shen Xiaojiang once again neared the edge of the handrail, looking down.

Though she didn’t see Chen Yi herself, she caught sight of the dark red high heels held in her hand as the other woman turned the corner.

She frowned slightly, her gaze following the shoes as they ascended, and for a fleeting moment, she saw the slender bones of Chen Yi’s fingers.

Fingers with dark red polish holding dark red heels, a cream colored tight fitting qipao with subtle patterns the beauty was cruel.

Why is this heartless woman still so beautiful?

Shen Xiaojiang’s lips curled whether from resentment, anger, or simply a desire to get the coward’s attention, she wasn’t sure.

She took out her phone and tapped it twice against the handrail.

The sound wasn’t loud, but due to the environment, it resonated powerfully.

It seemed to create a deceptive echo.

Like a small stone falling into a deep, dark pool, or a blue butterfly fluttering into a pitch-black valley.

Chen Yi’s footsteps faltered. The fingers holding the heels twitched.

One shoe slipped from her fingertips and tumbled onto the stairs.

Because the decorations on the heel were hard, the impact made a loud noise the moment it hit the ground.

Chen Yi didn’t lean down to pick it up. She just stood there dazed, staring at the lonely shoe lying on the step.

In that moment, she finally understood: some people simply cannot be dodged, and absolutely cannot be bypassed.

The so-called “just one look at Shen Xiaojiang and then I’ll leave” was nothing more than self-deception.

Because of Chen Yi’s weak constitution, the chill of the marble steps bit into her skin and seeped into her bones, traveling through her blood to her entire body.

Her fingers became exceptionally cold.

From Shen Xiaojiang’s vantage point, she could see the fallen dark red heel.

Chen Yi didn’t move, and neither did she.

The two of them stood at different heights in a silent, unspoken standoff.

Neither looked at the time neither cared about its passing.

At this moment, everything around them seemed to have stopped.

Suddenly, the door on the seventeenth floor above was pushed open.

Two people entered and closed the door behind them.

Shen Xiaojiang and Chen Yi heard the movement upstairs, so they maintained their positions, continuing their silence, pretending they didn’t exist.

The two who had entered didn’t speak quietly.

Shen Xiaojiang actually found herself worrying that they might be seen.

Chen Yi, standing barefoot on the floor, would look strange.

No matter how hurtful the things Chen Yi had said were, Shen Xiaojiang still wanted to protect her; she didn’t want others to see her in such a disheveled state.

“Ah…”

“Mmh…”

Rustling sounds came from the floor above.

The two people making the sounds were on the seventeenth floor. Shen Xiaojiang was on the sixteenth, Chen Yi was on the fifteenth.

What a dramatic arrangement.

The sound of breathing became more labored, and the friction of fabric became more obvious.

One person was pressed against the wall, the other taking the lead the sounds of wet kisses and soft moans rose together, making it hard to tell which was louder.

“Wait, don’t… what if someone is here?” a young female voice whispered.

“I don’t care, you’re the one who seduced me first,” a slightly more mature female voice replied.

“You can’t take that off!”

“Didn’t you just text me saying no one would be in the stairwell right now?”

“Oh, alright… but, stop smoking in the future, okay? You smell like cigarettes.”

“Okay, I won’t next time.”

“Mmh… gentler…”

“Mm… okay.”

One didn’t need to guess to know what was happening upstairs.

Shen Xiaojiang suddenly felt her back go numb and instinctively rubbed the back of her head.

The sounds from above became more explicit, the panting clearer.

Even Chen Yi, two floors down, heard it.

Unlike Shen Xiaojiang, her face flushed red.

She reached up and brushed her own lips, as if Shen Xiaojiang’s warmth still lingered there.

Stumbling upon strangers seeking pleasure during work was novel and thrilling.

The suggestive words and the humid atmosphere changed the very scent of the air in the stairwell.

In the quiet, dim space, desires buried deep in the heart began to grow slowly.

Shen Xiaojiang and Chen Yi couldn’t make a sound they couldn’t shatter someone else’s crimson dream.

They could only wait for a moment to leave quietly.

The two were like people standing at opposite ends of a suspension bridge, their hearts being pulled closer by this invisible connection.

Listening to the erotic sounds from the floor above, Shen Xiaojiang pursed her lips and swallowed her dry throat.

She didn’t know who those two were, nor what they looked like.

So, naturally, she projected her own subjective imagination, replacing their faces with her own and Chen Yi’s.

Perhaps the two of them would be even more intense, even more frantic.

At the thought, a highly active volcano seemed to erupt in her heart if she listened for one more second, it felt like it would burst.

She let out a breath, steadied herself, and crept down toward the next floor.

Suddenly, a wave of warmth pressed against Chen Yi’s mouth.

She was so startled that her eyes flew wide, and she dropped the only shoe she had left in her hand.

Shen Xiaojiang was quick, catching the high heel before it could fall and make a huge noise.

She covered Chen Yi’s mouth from behind with one hand while holding the shoe with the other, taking one more step down until she was almost pressed against the back of Chen Yi’s head.

The gesture of covering her mouth was gentle, loose enough for air to pass through the gaps in her fingers.

It was as if she couldn’t bear to hurt Chen Yi, nor could she bear to startle her too much, all while ensuring she could breathe properly.

Chen Yi’s hands hung at her sides. Feeling Shen Xiaojiang’s breath, the tension in her eyes faded, replaced by a look of surrender.

She didn’t resist, allowing the other to control her.

She was like a prey caught by a predator, unnervingly docile.

Shen Xiaojiang craved the pleasant scent on Chen Yi, greedily sniffing against her hair.

A week without seeing her, the longing was intense.

She bit down on the collar of Chen Yi’s qipao, just as she had by the window in the lounge that day, slowly grinding against the fine embroidery on the edge of the collar.

Suddenly, she felt the small, cold zipper on Chen Yi’s collar.

Whether it was out of aggression or punishment.

Shen Xiaojiang bit the zipper and pulled it down very, very slowly.

The sound of the zipper opening was tiny besides the two of them, no third person could hear it.

Neither of them had ever watched such “videos,” yet in this moment, they were experiencing a “live show” firsthand.

So perverted, yet so stimulating.

The undulating sounds from above were like a cloud of aphrodisiac mist, wreaking havoc in their ears.

Shen Xiaojiang’s warm breath diffused across the back of Chen Yi’s neck, flushing it a faint pink.

Chen Yi’s breathing grew hurried, the heat she exhaled carving beautiful arcs in the air.

One of her hands covered the back of Shen Xiaojiang’s hand, while the other reached behind her, blindly searching for Shen Xiaojiang’s clothes.

In the darkness, Shen Xiaojiang’s pitch-black eyes stared fixedly at the back of Chen Yi’s head, wanting to see her sink, wanting to see her tremble.