My Wealthy Ex-Girlfriend Knelt and Begged Me to Come Back [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 78

The meal was almost finished.

Ji Yu had a little bit of mango pomelo sago. The mango juice was sweet, the sago chewy, and when the grapefruit pulp burst open between her teeth, a juice that was sweet with a hint of tartness exploded out. It was especially delicious.

When Ji Yu drank the beverage, her fair cheeks puffed out slightly as she slowly swallowed the juice. By this time, they had already moved from sitting across from each other to sitting side-by-side.

Ji Yu had her legs together, and she was sitting right next to the woman, naturally leaning close to Qiu Miaoran.

She turned her face slightly, looked at the woman sitting across the table, pouted, and tentatively asked:

“Do you… think I ate too much?”

Qiu Miaoran lowered her eyelashes, silently withdrew her gaze, and said in a light voice,

“Not really.”

In the bowl in front of her, there was still the half-eaten pumpkin steamed ribs and rice.

Ji Yu pushed the bowl away, “Forget it,”

She shook her head, “I’d better not eat so much staple food…”

Even if she had the kind of physique that didn’t easily gain weight, she still had to exercise restraint. She couldn’t disappoint the audience, could she?

Qiu Miaoran naturally took the remaining half bowl of pumpkin steamed ribs and rice.

Without the slightest sign of distaste, she continued to eat from Ji Yu’s bowl.

Ji Yu’s gaze shifted over, seeing the last skewer of grilled beef remaining on the table.

Maybe she should have one more piece of meat?

Ji Yu reached for the skewer.

A pair of fair, slender hands reached out, and the bamboo stick was picked up first.

Qiu Miaoran took the skewer before her. Her arm was very long, and she raised it in the opposite direction.

Ji Yu stretched out her arm to snatch the skewer, “Aren’t you full? Give it to me…”

She also shifted her legs outward, leaning closer again. Driven by inertia, her body swayed, and she accidentally bumped into the woman’s shoulder.

Her soft chest, once again separated by thin clothing, pressed against the other’s.

Ji Yu jolted when she bumped the woman, her shoulder trembling, and the hand reaching for the skewer froze instantly, her fingertips curling in.

She looked up, meeting the woman’s slightly lowered eyes.

Involuntarily, their eyes met.

Qiu Miaoran wasn’t wearing her gold-rimmed glasses at the moment, allowing a clear view of her cool and distant features. Her brow arch was slightly high, her eye corners slightly upturned, with a shallow double eyelid crease, and beneath her raven-black eyelashes, her dark phoenix eyes appeared somewhat sharp.

She lowered her chin slightly, looking at the young girl who had bumped into her arms, her gaze dark and deep.

“Aren’t you afraid of getting fat?”

“Eating meat… doesn’t make you gain weight,” Ji Yu slowly blinked, murmuring softly,

“Besides, this is the last skewer… it won’t make much difference whether I eat it or not.”

Fair, slender fingers held the bamboo stick, raising the skewer.

The woman held the stick and dangled the skewer in front of Ji Yu,

The action of shaking the skewer, back and forth, was like teasing a cat.

Qiu Miaoran looked at her, her eye corners slightly narrowed, her lips curving into a slight arc, her tone carrying a hint of playfulness, “What if I want to eat it…”

“Will you let me have it?”

They were too close.

The slightly hoarse low female voice sounded next to her ear.

Warm breath puffed onto her earlobe, gradually warming her ear.

Ji Yu retracted her gaze from the skewer, scanning Qiu Miaoran’s face.

She happened to meet the woman’s gaze.

Those dark ink-like pupils looked straight over, the color of her eyes surging with unspoken emotion, a mysterious sense of restraint and suppression.

It made her heart strangely flutter.

A tingling, itchy sensation spread across her chest.

Ji Yu silently withdrew her fingers, “Alright…”

“I’ll let you have it.”

A soft laugh from the woman reached her ear.

The skewer was handed back, gently placed on the small plate in front of Ji Yu.

Ji Yu grabbed the skewer and suddenly sat up straight.

She turned her head, her watery eyes looking at Qiu Miaoran, her apricot eyes slightly wide, seemingly surprised:

“You’re not eating it?”

Qiu Miaoran pursed her lips, her gaze coolly sweeping over the skewer in Ji Yu’s hand.

Her eyes then drifted upwards, settling on Ji Yu’s lips, her voice deep, sounding somewhat leisurely,

“It seems that in your eyes… I am at least more important than one skewer.”

Ji Yu pouted. She realized it now.

Qiu Miaoran didn’t actually want the skewer; she was just playing with her.

It’s just flirting, right?

Who doesn’t know how to do that?

Her red lips parted slightly, revealing her fair, straight teeth as she bit into the skewer, letting out a soft “Hmm,”

“Of course, you are much more important than one skewer,”

“At least two skewers.”

Qiu Miaoran: “…”

Two minutes later, Ji Yu finished the skewer. She pulled out a napkin, carefully wiped her lips clean, and then started to stand up.

“Shall we go?”

“You have something here,” Qiu Miaoran stopped her, touching her lip corner with a finger.

A light touch, quickly pulling her fingertip away.

Qiu Miaoran lowered her eyes and looked at the little purple-black fragment stuck to her fingertip.

She exhaled softly, blowing away the tiny piece.

“It’s nori.”

Ji Yu had been touched on the face. Although it was just a light tap on her cheek with a fingertip, like a dragonfly skimming the water,

The skin where the fingertip had lightly touched slowly began to feel hot.

Ji Yu gently nodded, glancing at Qiu Miaoran, and said “Oh,” as if unconcerned.

She lowered her eyes, her thick, curled eyelashes trembling as she reached for her bag zipper, rummaged through the inner pocket, and found her lipstick and small mirror.

Her movements looked a little flustered.

“Wait a moment, I… I need to touch up my lipstick.”

Ji Yu tried to mask her momentary distraction. Although it was a bit of an attempt to cover up a mistake, she still held the small mirror, carefully twisted out the lipstick tip, and slowly applied it to her lips.

Her lips became full and vibrant again.

After applying the lipstick, Ji Yu pursed her lips, released them with a faint “pop,”

Looking up, she saw Qiu Miaoran staring at her.

Ji Yu blinked, not understanding what was so fascinating about applying lipstick…

She noticed the color on Qiu Miaoran’s lips was also faded. Her fair hand holding the lipstick case moved over,

“Should I touch up your lipstick too?”

Ji Yu paused, suddenly realizing something was a bit off.

Qiu Miaoran seemed to have a slight obsession with cleanliness.

Using the lipstick she had used, wouldn’t that be improper?

Ji Yu’s fingers holding the lipstick slowly tightened, halting in mid-air, “Ah… I’ve used this…”

“Do you mind?”

Qiu Miaoran lowered her head, looking at the fair fingers holding the lipstick case. Her eyelashes trembled, her red lips parted, and her voice was soft, carrying a hint of teasing, “I just ate your leftover pumpkin steamed ribs…”

“Your used lipstick,” Qiu Miaoran countered, “Would I mind?”

“Oh…” Ji Yu inexplicably felt heat in her ears, slowly reached out, and twisted out a little of the lipstick tip.

Qiu Miaoran was sitting sideways, her eyelashes lowered, her dark eyes silently gazing at her.

Watching her lean closer.

Very close…

Ji Yu was bent over, helping the woman apply lipstick.

The smooth膏 (paste/cream) glided onto her lips, lightly outlining them…

It tickled a little.

Ji Yu twisted the lipstick back in, capped it, and whispered, “Done.”

Her eyelashes fluttered, and she looked up.

She met a pair of dark eyes.

Qiu Miaoran’s eyes were shadowy, having been tightly focused on her since before.

She was touching up Qiu Miaoran’s lipstick,

But Qiu Miaoran’s gaze swept over her brows and eyes, focusing on her red lips.

“Chocolate flavor.” Qiu Miaoran said.

“Huh?” Ji Yu was stunned for a moment before realizing she was talking about her lipstick. “It’s chocolate…”

“Must be…” Qiu Miaoran’s gaze remained on her lips, her eye corners slightly narrowed. “Quite delicious.”

“…” Ji Yu blinked. She was a natural tease, but a little slow when being teased.

She didn’t react immediately, her tone hesitant,

“You… you can try it.”

Qiu Miaoran suddenly reached out and clasped the top of her head, directly pulling her onto her lap and into her embrace.

The distance between them grew closer, and closer.

Time seemed to be slowly stretched out at this moment.

Light shone from behind, and in the interplay of light and shadow, Qiu Miaoran’s features were accentuated as cold and stunning, her sharpness undiminished. Strands of hair fell from her ear, the ends hanging down to partially obscure her brow arch, casting a shadow over her eyelashes.

The woman stared at her, her pupils still dark, but the color of her eyes was even more obscured and deep, full of desire.

She openly coveted her lips, undisguised.

Ji Yu’s profile was caught in the light, her skin clear, almost transparent at the edges. She could feel the warm breath on her cheek, and her own breathing also grew hot.

It was only then that Ji Yu realized they were too close.

Close enough for their breaths to mingle, the atmosphere intimate, their breathing filled entirely with the other person’s scent.

Should they kiss?

Maybe not, she hadn’t brushed her teeth yet…

At least wait until after the meal and have a mint to cover up the food smell, right?

Qiu Miaoran suddenly raised her eyebrows, her lips curving into a slight arc, her voice a little provocative, “Frozen?”

“What are you thinking…”

“…”

Ji Yu pursed her lips, sitting up on the woman’s leg, feeling her cheeks burning, “Nothing.”

“Not here,” Qiu Miaoran reached out, her slender finger pointing to a spot in the corner of the wall.

Her voice was low and husky, “There’s a camera.”

Ji Yu’s scalp tingled, and she suddenly jumped out of the woman’s embrace like a little rabbit.

She lightly tugged at the corner of her shirt, smoothing out the wrinkles from being pressed against, pouted, and complained softly, “Then why did you hug me?!”

“Tell them to delete it…”

“I don’t want to get on the trending topics this way again.”

She didn’t want tomorrow’s headline to be—#Traffic Flower Ji Yu Making Out with Someone in a Restaurant, Private Life Decadent#

Although this wasn’t the first time,

She still minded…

“I’ll go handle it,” Qiu Miaoran stood up, her eye corners narrowed, still tinged with un-faded desire. “It won’t be leaked,”

She raised her hand to gently stroke the top of Ji Yu’s head. “Calm down.”

“How many times do I have to say it…” Ji Yu tilted her head, a slight curve to her lips, and said testily, “Don’t touch my head.”

“Then… you can stroke me back.” Qiu Miaoran bent over slightly.

Her head dipped down, and her soft, raven-black hair fell over her shoulder, brushing against Ji Yu’s cheek, which tickled a little…

This posture just bridged their height difference.

As if by some strange impulse,

Ji Yu unconsciously reached out, her fingers threading through the woman’s long hair, her fingertips lightly rubbing.

The hair had just been washed and carried a pleasant scent, it was fluffy and soft.

The feeling was subtle—

A certain business mogul, at this moment, was bowing her head just for you.

Bowing her head only in front of you.

Just wanting you to touch the top of her head.After handling the matter and paying the bill,

The two walked out of the restaurant.

In the resort area at night, the pedestrian street was covered with large, colorful lanterns, decorated festively and lively.

There were many small stalls along the street.

Ji Yu stopped in front of one stall.

It was a craftsman making sugar paintings.

“A goldfish…” Ji Yu paused, then changed her mind and said,

“I want two little goldfish.”

The stall owner nodded: “Ten yuan each, miss. If you buy two, I’ll charge you eighteen yuan. Please scan the code here, thank you…”

Ji Yu nodded, stood by the stall, and watched the craftsman paint the sugar figures.

The sugar threads were pulled into the shape of a goldfish.

A moment later, the stall owner handed over two small goldfish.

Ji Yu took them, separated one bamboo stick, and handed it to Qiu Miaoran, “Here you go.”

Qiu Miaoran raised an eyebrow, “For me?”

Ji Yu’s fingers holding the sugar painting shook slightly, and the golden goldfish sugar painting gently rotated.

She smiled, her light chestnut eyes reflecting the light, her expression full of vitality, her voice soft, the end rising upwards,

“No refusing.”

“Who said no?” Qiu Miaoran took the bamboo stick.

She murmured, “It’s from my girlfriend…”

Holding the sugar paintings, the two walked to a relatively secluded grove of small trees.

Ji Yu slowly pulled down her mask. She opened her red lips and lightly licked the sugar painting, complaining sweetly, “Ugh…”

“Have to sneak around even to eat candy.”

“It’s better at night,” Qiu Miaoran said softly,

“Fewer people, and you can’t see faces clearly.”

In the dim light, Qiu Miaoran’s facial contours were a bit blurry, losing some of their coolness and gaining a touch of mystery. She was wearing an open, light trench coat, looking both tall and thin…

The surroundings were dark, only her deep, gazing phoenix eyes were bright.

Ji Yu licked the candy, not at all uncomfortable being stared at.

Her red lips parted, she bit off a small piece, chewing with a “crunch, crunch” sound, her voice sounding a little muffled,

“Don’t you think the way we’re sneaking into this grove is like that thing?”

Qiu Miaoran held the sugar piece in her mouth, tilted her head slightly, and looked at her with a hint of playfulness in her phoenix eyes,

“‘That thing’? What is ‘that thing’?”

Ji Yu felt a tickle in her heart, “What’s wrong with you…”

Qiu Miaoran used to be just reserved, but now she was reserved and flirtatious…

And yet she maintained a cool and detached appearance, deliberately asking “that thing”…

Qiu Miaoran’s lips curved into a subtle arc, saying provocatively,

“I really don’t understand.”

“I mean, we’re like college sweethearts sneaking into the small grove downstairs from the dorm to kiss…” Ji Yu glanced at her, swallowed the candy in her mouth, and deliberately emphasized each word, “Like sneaking a kiss, understand?”

Qiu Miaoran’s eyebrows lowered, her expression instantly chilling. Her slightly upturned phoenix eyes fixed on the young girl, and she moved closer to Ji Yu.

“You… did that in college?”

Ji Yu’s eyelashes blinked rapidly, “I…”

The woman got closer and closer, and the scent of cold sandalwood on her body overwhelmed Ji Yu.

“With Song Tingyu?”

Ji Yu’s eyelashes trembled, a strange panic rising within her.

“There was a small grove downstairs from the dorm, and Song Tingyu and I did go there, but we didn’t…”

She didn’t finish the last word, “kiss.”

Ji Yu was pressed against the shoulder with one hand, staggered, and then was embraced around the waist, pressed against the tree behind her.

She let out a soft “Ah,”

But quickly even her voice was stifled.

Qiu Miaoran kissed her lips, forcing her to open her mouth and only receive, tasting the sweetness between her lips.

The sugar painting tasted very sweet,

Even her breath was sweet.

But Qiu Miaoran used too much force.

The lipstick on Ji Yu’s lips gradually faded. Her lips were kissed by the woman, her breathing growing heavier with each breath.

As her breathing quickened, their eyes locked, almost stretching into threads.

The woman’s eyes turned red, and the dark pupils gradually took on a color of desire. The anger in her heart was spreading without reason.

Ji Yu’s flirting along the way, Qiu Miaoran could tolerate, because Ji Yu had said, “Qiu Miaoran, besides waiting, you must also learn to restrain yourself…”

Love is restraint and patience.

But Qiu Miaoran couldn’t tolerate hearing anything else…

She didn’t want to hear the name “Song Tingyu” again.

Ji Yu’s small, pointed chin was severely clamped by the woman’s slender fingers. Her back was pressed tightly against the tree trunk, and her chest was pressed by the woman.

She was almost breathless…

She felt like Qiu Miaoran was kissing her to the point of breathlessness.

Qiu Miaoran briefly released her lips.

“Did she kiss you like this?”

Ji Yu inhaled with a faint “hiss,” her face flushed, “No… no.”

Song Tingyu had never kissed her.

The sky was too dark, and the surroundings were indistinct, so no one could see her fair cheeks, which were now flushed with a rosy hue, completely stained with the color of desire.

Ji Yu’s small face was alluringly flushed, and her hands slightly struggled. Although she was subtly pushing away, her heart craved to be hugged and wanted more physical contact.

Ji Yu silently clenched her teeth, afraid that the strange sounds of a kitten would escape through her teeth. She could feel a corner of her shirt being pulled out, a very natural movement as Qiu Miaoran held her tightly, her fingertips gently rubbing the fabric.

The woman’s fingertips had a slight callus, which easily created a ticklish sensation.

Qiu Miaoran asked in a husky voice, “Did she touch you?”

Ji Yu replied in a soft voice, “She didn’t touch me…”

“Qiu Miaoran…” She struggled twice, her shoulders shrinking, calling the woman’s name.

Qiu Miaoran lowered her eyelashes, but her hand reached further up, seemingly trying to ignore Ji Yu’s slight resistance.

The woman’s voice was low and husky, sounding very sensual, “There’s no camera here…”

Just then, footsteps sounded from the entrance of the small grove.

Ji Yu’s body froze, the arm hooked around Qiu Miaoran’s neck instantly dropped, and she stood straight. The amorous blush on her face hadn’t faded yet. Her light-colored eyes narrowed, she turned her head, and focused on the direction of the entrance.

“Shh…” Ji Yu pulled at the hem of her shirt, signaling for silence.

Qiu Miaoran’s eye corners were slightly narrowed. In her mind, the lingering image of the previous moment, of Ji Yu pressed against the tree trunk, remained.

Kisses rained down in quick succession, they passionately pecked at each other’s lips…

Next to their ears, the rustling footsteps of passersby became clearer—

The two intertwined lovers walked through the grove and headed in the other direction.

“Shall we ride the Ferris wheel?”

“It must be a long line at this time.”

“Come on, come on. Since we’re here.”

“…”

The footsteps of the passersby gradually faded away.

The tension in their hearts finally subsided.

Ji Yu pulled her, walking out of the small grove.

The two walked very close, just like the couple before them.

Qiu Miaoran raised her hand and lightly touched her lips. It was a little sore. She had been aggressive just now, and Ji Yu had also bitten her. They were like two small beasts tearing at each other, their sharp teeth scratching the other’s lip.

The young girl no longer had the same docility as before.

The current Ji Yu was like a kitten whose fur had been raised by teasing.

At this moment, holding hands, they just reached the edge of the grove.

In the dark of night, the Ferris wheel was a huge circle. Colorful lights slowly turned with the wheel.

The Ferris wheel glittered, dyeing the night sky dazzling and colorful.

“Do you want to ride the Ferris wheel?” Ji Yu asked her.

“Yes.” Qiu Miaoran held the girl’s slender fingers, her fingernails lightly scraping against the spaces between her fingers.

Ji Yu suddenly turned her head, her voice soft: “Have you heard the legend of the Ferris wheel?”

“The Ferris wheel?”

“Mm.” Ji Yu said,

“They say that every carriage on the Ferris wheel holds the story of the previous traveler… Couples who ride the Ferris wheel together might break up,”

“But if they kiss when the Ferris wheel reaches the top, they will be together forever.” [1]

Qiu Miaoran lowered her eyes, looking at Ji Yu’s lips again… The lips were rosy and vibrant, clearly a bit swollen from being kissed…

Her gaze moved up, meeting Ji Yu’s apricot eyes.

The girl’s eyes reflected the distant lights, her eye corners tinged with a soft red, her fair cheeks shimmering with springtime allure.

“Since we’re going to ride it,”

“Let’s go line up and buy tickets quickly.”

She had just mentioned “the legend of the Ferris wheel,”

—Couples must kiss while riding the Ferris wheel.

Qiu Miaoran’s eyes narrowed, her voice sounding teasing, “Are you hinting at something?”

“Seems like you haven’t had enough kissing.”