After Marrying the Villain with Seven Personalities [Transmigration into a Book]) - Chapter 62

Every night, the jigsaw puzzle had become a game between them. The previous night, the message Shi Ji had pieced together was: 【Keep me imprisoned at home.】

Tonight, the puzzle read: 【I’m begging you, I don’t want to do things I dislike.】

Shi Ji stared at the message in silence for a long while. A profound sense of sorrow flooded her heart. She leaned against the desk, dazed, until the feeling gradually ebbed away. Only then did she turn around.

As she turned, she saw Yi Yanbai—who was supposed to be asleep—stepping off the bed.

Every night, Shi Ji would wait for her to fall asleep before unlocking the shackles on her wrists, fearing the metal would chafe her skin. But this time, the moment their eyes met, Yanbai bolted toward the door in a desperate bid to escape.

The instant Yanbai’s hand touched the doorknob, her body was slammed against the door. A moment later, following the heavy thud of the lock, she felt the familiar cold weight of metal snap around her wrists once more.

“Shi Ji, do you have any idea what you’re doing?!”

Yanbai reached back, gripping Shi Ji’s collar with trembling hands and pulling her forward. Her eyes were rimmed with red. “You are nothing more than a passing traveler in my life. Our marriage was a mistake, a mere accident. Everything happening now is wrong! I have someone I love, I have dreams I want to achieve, and you—you must get out.”

“If you continue to be this obsessed, I’ll have no choice but to call the police.”

“Then call them. I won’t give you the chance, anyway.”

Shi Ji had learned to filter out the woman’s icy glares and harsh words; she knew none of it was real. She watched her quietly. Following the motion of Yanbai pulling her collar, Shi Ji’s hand slid up the woman’s shoulder to hook around her neck, slowly drawing her body closer.

Yi Yanbai froze for a few seconds before grabbing Shi Ji’s arms, trying to shove her away. She struggled with every ounce of her strength, yet the force reaching Shi Ji’s arms was pitifully weak.

Shi Ji knew the truth: Yanbai was physically capable of overmastering her or breaking free, but another force deep within her soul was fighting back. The two sides of her were at a stalemate.

A smirk played on Shi Ji’s lips. She applied a bit of pressure, guiding the struggling woman back toward the bed. She pushed her down onto the mattress, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Please, don’t test my patience. Go to sleep, or I can’t guarantee what I might do.”

Yanbai paused for only a heartbeat before struggling even more violently. This time, her strength seemed to increase.

Shi Ji was more than happy to play along. She easily pinned Yanbai’s legs down with her own and used a single hand to seize both of the woman’s wrists. Lying beside her, Shi Ji watched the fury in those eyes under the dim glow of the desk lamp. With her lips tightly pressed together, Yanbai performed the role of the “cold-hearted woman” to perfection.

Yet, it was this very defiance that struck a chord in Shi Ji’s heart. Her throat moved as she swallowed, her eyes shining with a deep intensity as she traced the exquisite contours of Yanbai’s face and those fiery, phoenix-shaped eyes.

“I actually quite like it when you’re a bit forceful,” Shi Ji’s voice was rich with amusement, echoing through the quiet room.

She reached out, stroking Yanbai’s cool cheek. As expected, Yanbai jerked her head away to avoid the touch.

Shi Ji laughed even harder, her voice soft and full of affection. “Just go to sleep… or watch me.”

“Because right now, I’m going to…”

The hem of the silk nightgown was short. Shi Ji was bold and unashamed, her gaze fixed intently on the other woman, unwilling to miss a single expression.

“Have you no sense of shame?” Yanbai’s voice was icy.

“Mmhmm,” Shi Ji replied, her voice trailing off playfully. “It’s been so long since I’ve been like this… just looking at you makes me want to…”

“I want so badly to get close to you and do what I want, but you won’t let me…”

She continued to murmur as if talking to herself. Her voice grew heavy and thick, her breathing turning shallow and hitched with a hint of grievance.

“Yanbai…” she called out softly. Her “peach-blossom” eyes were shimmering, gradually clouding over with a misty, tearful glaze as she lightly bit her lower lip.

In her mind, memories of the night they were drugged resurfaced—the way Yanbai had kissed her with such tender, lingering passion, a warmth that was utterly intoxicating.

Shi Ji gazed obsessively at the woman before her, letting out a soft sigh as she relaxed her posture.

The sound of soft, delicate moans began to rise. Yi Yanbai struggled to force her head away, but she caught the raw, undisguised longing in Shi Ji’s eyes—a gaze blurred with tears.

In that moment, Yanbai felt as though she had stumbled into a world of thick fog. She couldn’t find her bearings; all she could hear was the sound of her own heart—urgent, frantic, and hot.

Suddenly, a ray of light pierced through the haze, bright and dazzling. It guided her forward. When she reached the end and the mist cleared, the sound of a small, soft gasp reached her ears. Instantly, her vision cleared.

Her fingers could move according to her will again. Her lips could open as she desired.

A surge of wild joy filled her heart. She tried her best to ignore her darker impulses. This brief escape from “control” might only be a fleeting moment, but in this second, she only knew one thing: she missed her. She missed her so much.

Sensing the sudden strength as Yanbai broke free from her restraint, Shi Ji was startled. She blamed herself for getting too lost in the moment, for being too reckless.

But in the next second, a shadow loomed over her. Cool lips pressed urgently against her own, sending a shock through her entire body.

Shi Ji’s eyes widened in surprise. The woman’s long lashes brushed against her skin; the bridge of her nose slid against Shi Ji’s cheek as she kissed her with a soft, warm tenderness.

Yanbai took Shi Ji’s hand, gently replacing Shi Ji’s own wandering fingers with her own.

At that moment, tears welled up in Shi Ji’s eyes—tears of surprise, shock, and physical release. It all culminated in a bittersweet ache that made her smile even as the tears fell.

Everything she had persisted in was finally being rewarded. Everything she had hoped for was finally proven true.

She loves me…

“Yanbai…” A trembling whisper escaped Shi Ji’s lips. Amidst the faint clinking of the metal chain, her fingers tightly gripped the silk of Yanbai’s nightgown at her waist.

“Mm…” the woman responded softly. She kissed her obsessively, suckling and lingering. Her voice was like a low murmur: “Don’t cry. I love you…”

The hand that was still shackled was caught by Yanbai’s slender fingers and pinned against the mattress, their fingers intertwining.

Shi Ji squeezed back with all her might. Like their two hearts beating in violent unison, her entire body trembled with a mixture of excitement and pure bliss.

That single sentence, and the sight of that beautiful, flushed face, were etched into Shi Ji’s heart forever.

Under the faint, amber glow of the lamp, their silhouettes intertwined, and a lingering, intoxicating fragrance filled the room.

The curtains fluttered in the morning breeze as the first light of dawn filtered in, casting a charming halo over the two figures embracing one another.

Shi Ji woke up slowly. Her nightgown was wrinkled and felt a bit sticky. She tilted her head, her gaze full of affection as she traced the features of the woman beside her—the high bridge of the nose, the full lips. She lowered her eyes and gave her a light, fleeting kiss, smiling like a thief who had just gotten away with something precious.

Now, don’t even think about running away.

She had “planted” so many “plum blossoms” (hickeys) on her, shared such heartfelt words, and spent such a provocative night together. If she still tried to run, Shi Ji would just have to lock her in this room forever…

The moment Yi Yanbai opened her eyes and realized what had happened, her eyes flared with rage.

“Shi Ji, you—!”

Prepared for this reaction, Shi Ji silenced her with a fierce kiss the moment she opened her mouth. She used one hand to pin both of Yanbai’s wrists, holding her firmly in her arms, while the other hand gripped her chin to keep her still.

She kissed her passionately, mimicking the way Yanbai had tenderly teased her the night before.

After the deep kiss, the woman’s eyes were misty, yet they still burned with an unyielding glare.

Shi Ji laughed. She released her chin and playfully tapped the tip of Yanbai’s nose.

“Next time, if you say things I don’t like again, don’t blame me for being a bit… willful.”