After Losing My Memory, I Suddenly Had A Fiancée - Chapter 33

If she could choose again, Ji Fanghuai definitely wouldn’t have gone to that class reunion. She was pondering what to do, when the fabric on her body brought back a few shreds of sanity.

Her body felt normal, and she was still wearing her underwear.

Only Jiang Zhi was stark naked in her arms.

Ji Fanghuai nervously looked at Jiang Zhi. Never before had she been lying in bed with Jiang Zhi in this position.

Jiang Zhi was resting her head on Ji Fanghuai’s arm, her brows slightly furrowed. This position must have been uncomfortable, given Jiang Zhi’s height.

Ji Fanghuai’s gaze continued downward to the bare skin, the attractive curves, with the blanket concealing the spring scene on the bed.

Ji Fanghuai didn’t dare look any longer and quickly shifted her gaze.

Afraid of waking Jiang Zhi, she could only stay put in this position. Her right hand, which was free to move, tried hard to pull the blanket up, attempting to cover Jiang Zhi’s exposed skin.

However, no matter how high she pulled it, she couldn’t cover her head.

Ji Fanghuai blushed as she carefully examined Jiang Zhi’s features: her nose bridge, eyebrows, eyes, and lips were all perfect, but there were faint dark circles under her eyes, likely due to lack of sleep.

For the next half an hour, Ji Fanghuai stared at Jiang Zhi’s long eyelashes, which looked like windshield wipers, until those closed eyes slowly opened.

Ji Fanghuai was slightly startled, staring blankly at Jiang Zhi for a moment before saying, “You’re awake?”

“Mhm,” Jiang Zhi said with a heavy nasal tone. She reached out to rub the back of her neck, trying to sit up.

Seeing the blanket slowly slide down and her body about to be exposed, Ji Fanghuai quickly pressed her back down. Feeling the soft warmth under her hands, she immediately withdrew her hand, turned her back, and said, “Put your clothes on first.”

Jiang Zhi, however, just looked at Ji Fanghuai’s rigid back, a faint smile playing on her lips. “You’ve already seen everything.”

“I didn’t look!” Ji Fanghuai retorted.

She certainly didn’t have the mind to look at Jiang Zhi; they were both women, so what difference could there be in their physical structures?

Jiang Zhi casually smoothed her slightly messy long hair, propped herself up, half-lying down, and said nonchalantly, “In any case, you were the one who made the first move with your mouth last night, and you were the one who stripped off my clothes.”

What Ji Fanghuai feared most was her bringing up last night.

The scenes after the class reunion slowly returned in flashes: she came home drunk, then impulsively kissed Jiang Zhi, and after that…

After that, everything was a blank until today.

Ji Fanghuai wasn’t sure if anything had happened, but she was the one who initiated it, and Jiang Zhi woke up in her arms.

These were all solid facts, all evidence.

Ji Fanghuai wanted to kill her past self from last night. What did she do last night? Why did she take off Jiang Zhi’s clothes? Could it be that she really took advantage of Jiang Zhi?

After three consecutive questions, Ji Fanghuai realized an extremely realistic problem—she didn’t know how to do that.

She held up her hands and saw that her fingers were slender, her nails rounded but not short—she had been growing them out for a manicure—and there was no unusual residue under her nails.

Her tools for the ‘deed’ were fine, so how could anything has happened?

Ji Fanghuai turned around, secretly delighted, and said, “Nothing happened last night, right?”

“You kissed me and took off my clothes,” Jiang Zhi said, pulling the blanket halfway off, her entire upper body exposed to the air. “How could nothing has happened?”

Ji Fanghuai stared blankly at Jiang Zhi’s skin.

There were indeed a few scratches on Jiang Zhi’s shoulder, the kind that only her nails could make, as Jiang Zhi’s nails were trimmed neatly every few days.

Ji Fanghuai’s recently calmed nerves were instantly rattled again. She began to panic and said, “Then… then I’m sorry, I was drunk.”

She then fled to the bathroom as if running away.

Cold water splashed on her face, and the scene from last night resurfaced, but she still only remembered kissing Jiang Zhi; she had no memory of anything else.

Ji Fanghuai wanted to know what happened last night, but she was also afraid to know.

Then she noticed her makeup was gone.

She had specifically applied light makeup before the class reunion yesterday, covering the scar on her brow bone and putting on lipstick, but now it was all gone.

She and Jiang Zhi couldn’t have been so passionate as to kiss off all her lipstick, and even her foundation too, could they?

Ji Fanghuai numbly finished washing up. When she came out, Jiang Zhi was still lying on her side in bed, having not moved positions, only the blanket was pulled up a little higher. This time she looked deep in thought rather than teasing.

She asked, “My makeup…”

Jiang Zhi’s furrowed brows relaxed, and she admitted, “I took it off.”

The scratches on her body were from when Ji Fanghuai was flailing and scratching while she was removing her makeup.

Ji Fanghuai was completely relieved. It seemed nothing had truly happened, though the thought of Jiang Zhi removing her makeup without her having any recollection of it felt very strange.

“Don’t think it’s all over just like that. I’ll say it again: you were the one who kissed me first, and you even put your tongue in. Fanghuai, you’re not planning to just leave after getting what you wanted, are you?” Jiang Zhi said slowly, showing no sign of embarrassment.

“I put my tongue in…” Ji Fanghuai realized she couldn’t argue with Jiang Zhi because she was contradicting herself.

“It’s just a kiss, after all. It’s perfectly normal for us to kiss, right? Putting the tongue in is a standard procedure.” Ji Fanghuai tried hard to convince herself.

She decided to ignore Jiang Zhi for the moment, went to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash up. Returning to the room, she was about to grab clothes for a shower to wash off the alcohol smell, but saw Jiang Zhi still lying motionless in bed. But this time, it seemed like she wasn’t fooling around; she was genuinely unwell.

Because her brows were tightly furrowed, her face was pale, and her eyes, which had been so lively earlier, were now listlessly closed.

Ji Fanghuai quickly walked over and felt her forehead, anxiously asking, “Jiang Zhi, what’s wrong?”

Jiang Zhi opened her eyes, clutching the half-pulled blanket, and said plaintively, “My stomach hurts.”

“Is it your period, or did you catch a cold?”

“Stomach ache.”

Ji Fanghuai immediately recalled Sun Wen saying that Jiang Zhi’s stomach problems were actually quite severe. She went to the first-aid kit and took out all the stomach medicine, asking, “Which one do you take?”

Jiang Zhi replied weakly, “The one in the green packaging.”

Ji Fanghuai took out the tablets, fetched water, and helped her take the medicine. Seeing that she was still uncomfortable, as if the pain hadn’t eased, she didn’t know what to do and asked, “Do you want to go to the hospital?”

“No, it’s an old problem. It flares up in the winter, probably related to my personal constitution.” Jiang Zhi liked the feeling of being taken care of by Ji Fanghuai and didn’t want to go to the hospital.

Ji Fanghuai could only secretly contact Sun Wen for advice on what to do.

Sun Wen replied promptly, saying, “This is an old problem for her. I actually don’t recommend medication, as it only treats the symptoms and not the root cause, and it can also irritate the stomach lining. The best method for her body is dietary therapy. You should still take her to the hospital. I’m not a doctor, just a nutritionist. You can consult me for a dietary therapy plan.”

Ji Fanghuai: “Thank you, I will try to persuade her to go to the hospital.”

Ji Fanghuai saw how much pain Jiang Zhi was in and sat by the bed to keep her company, blaming herself, “Is it because you drank yesterday?”

Jiang Zhi gave a weak smile, “What does this have to do with drinking? We’ve drunk before. This is just a stomach problem. It has nothing to do with you or the alcohol; it’s my own issue.”

Since that was the case, Ji Fanghuai said, “We’re going to the hospital.”

Jiang Zhi struggled, “Can’t we not go?”

“No.” Ji Fanghuai’s tone was very firm.

Jiang Zhi truly didn’t want to go to the hospital, as going would inevitably mean having an endoscopy again, but she could only listen to Ji Fanghuai and go for a check-up.

The doctor’s opinion was similar to Sun Wen’s: it was an old problem, the result of long-term accumulation, but it wasn’t severe enough to require surgery. The best way was to slowly nourish it through dietary therapy.

After returning home, Ji Fanghuai said, “I will supervise your diet from now on. Do you eat lunch at the company?”

“Yes, I do,” Jiang Zhi replied.

Ji Fanghuai asked, “Is it takeout?”

“More or less,” Jiang Zhi usually settled for a quick lunch, either ordering takeout or going out.

But most of the time it was takeout. She needed to complete all her work during work hours because she only wanted her private time to belong to Ji Fanghuai.

Ji Fanghuai immediately made a decision, saying, “You are not allowed to eat takeout anymore. You must bring your own lunch to the company, or come straight home to eat.”

Jiang Zhi disagreed, “The lunch break isn’t long enough.”

As for bringing lunch…

She wasn’t going to bring lunch to the company.

Ji Fanghuai tried to negotiate with her, saying, “Then I’ll deliver your lunch every day? But I get carsick.”

“Then I’ll just bring it myself,” Jiang Zhi conceded.

Ji Fanghuai successfully managed Jiang Zhi and happily went to discuss with Aunt Chu, asking her to prepare a portion of nourishing food every morning according to the diet plan.

Jiang Zhi looked helplessly at Ji Fanghuai’s retreating figure, then lifted her clothes and suddenly sucked on the soft part of her arm.

It was meat, just like Ji Fanghuai’s, but the feeling was completely different from kissing Ji Fanghuai.

Jiang Zhi lightly caressed her lips; the sensation from last night was still fresh in her memory.

Ji Fanghuai, when drunk, was completely different from her usual self—very aggressive. After a slobbery kiss, she hugged Jiang Zhi and kissed her indiscriminately, like gnawing on a duck neck, completely without technique.

Jiang Zhi, after the initial surprise, slowly guided her, and the atmosphere began to warm up.

Jiang Zhi had taken off all her clothes, but then Ji Fanghuai was suddenly overcome by sleep, instantly falling asleep.

Jiang Zhi had no choice but to suppress her desire, remove Ji Fanghuai’s makeup, cleanse her face, change her clothes, and finally, mischievously, give her a scare.