My Wealthy Ex-Girlfriend Knelt and Begged Me to Come Back [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 79

“I also…” Ji Jiayu’s voice faltered. Heat crept up her ears, her whole face flushing hot.

“——That’s not what I meant.”

Just a moment ago, Qiu Miaoran had said: “Looks like you still haven’t had enough kisses.”

Wouldn’t that make her look a little clingy, like one of those overly attached little girls?

Ji Jiayu pouted softly.

“If you don’t want to sit, then go. Saves us from lining up.”

“I want to sit,” Qiu Miaoran tightened her hold on Ji Jiayu’s fingers, “with you.”

Ji Jiayu lowered her gaze, her long curled lashes trembling. She gave a faint, “Oh.”

Want to sit. With me.

That sounded… strange.

The wait in line felt unbearably long.

Ji Jiayu swallowed silently, feeling the woman’s hand clutching hers grow slightly damp, slick with sweat.

Would they really kiss again later?

They had just kissed, yet a little craving was rising again.

It always seemed to be only when she was with Qiu Miaoran that this desire appeared—wanting more and more…

Completely unlike her refined, classical appearance, Qiu Miaoran’s kisses could be wild…

And every touch made Ji Jiayu sink deeper.

“Two adult tickets.” Qiu Miaoran’s cool voice came from beside her.

Ji Jiayu was startled back to reality. Her hand, still being held, burned faintly at the fingertips.

It felt like a movie trailer—already knowing they might kiss inside the Ferris wheel, being constantly reminded it was about to happen.

This kind of anticipation was torture.

She had never been this bashful before.

They had done everything—what should be done, and what shouldn’t have been. They had kissed countless times too. Back then, it was all about pouring out desire, physical instinct, a way of comforting each other.

But never once had it made her heart itch like this.

Led by the hand, Ji Jiayu stepped into the Ferris wheel cabin.

Qiu Miaoran sat down.

Ji Jiayu hesitated for a moment, then with a touch of restraint, sat across from her—

Not in the same row.

The Ferris wheel rose slowly, the view outside sinking gradually.

Qiu Miaoran’s brows creased slightly. “Why are you sitting there?”

Ji Jiayu pressed her lips together and whispered, “Not enough space.”

Qiu Miaoran clicked her tongue, stood up, and came to sit directly beside her. She reached over, pulling the girl straight into her arms.

The movement was swift. Ji Jiayu let out a light “Ah,” body lifted, dragged into Qiu Miaoran’s lap. Their dark eyes locked instantly.

Qiu Miaoran pinched her cheek lightly. “See? It fits.”

Ji Jiayu’s heart raced. Her face was squeezed, but she wasn’t upset. She could feel the firm, lean muscle under Qiu Miaoran’s legs, the warmth seeping through the fabric. Raising her hand, her rosy fingertip brushed her own lips. With a hesitant tone, she asked, “Really kiss?

——What if someone sees?”

At this distance, they could see every detail of each other’s faces.

Qiu Miaoran’s gaze was deep, her lashes casting shadows. Her eyes lingered on the girl’s pink lips. Ji Jiayu’s mouth moved faintly, and in Qiu Miaoran’s throat a strange thirst stirred. When she finally spoke, her voice came hoarse:

“We’re high enough.

No one can see…”

Qiu Miaoran suppressed the heat surging inside. She suddenly remembered—Ji Jiayu disliked being forced. And wasn’t there a rumor that kissing inside a Ferris wheel meant being together forever?

But… what if Ji Jiayu didn’t want forever with her?

What if there was still something missing between them?

She was afraid—afraid Ji Jiayu didn’t love her that much.

Qiu Miaoran blinked, her eyes dimming, voice going hollow. “If you don’t want to kiss… forget it.”

Her hand behind Ji Jiayu slowly let go.

The next second, Ji Jiayu’s arm hooked around her neck. She leaned down and kissed her lips.

There was still a faint sweetness of candied figures on their tongues.

Unlike the intense kiss in the grove earlier, this one was entirely led by Ji Jiayu. Her lips parted, revealing tender flesh, gently sucking Qiu Miaoran’s lower lip, raining down delicate, lingering kisses.

Never had she been this tender, this proactive.

The Ferris wheel rose higher, reaching its peak.

As it lingered at the top, the two were still tangled in their kiss.

“Click——” A shutter sound broke through.

By reflex, Ji Jiayu froze. Their lips parted, a thin silver string connecting them.

Her wide almond eyes flicked back, sharp as a wary kitten.

A pale, slender hand held up a phone.

Qiu Miaoran had snapped their side profile mid-kiss.

“For memory’s sake,” she waved the screen in front of Ji Jiayu, “you kissed me first…”

Ji Jiayu touched her tingling lips, a little itchy still.

“Mm.” She nodded, pretending nonchalance. “So what if I did?”

After a moment, she added, “But don’t go leaking that photo~”

“I won’t,” Qiu Miaoran’s tone was lazy, sated, her fox-like eyes drooping,

“I’ll just keep it… for myself.”

She paused, gently reminding, “You can get off me now. We’ll be landing soon—people will see.”

Ji Jiayu realized with a jolt—she was straddling the woman’s lap, arms looped around her neck, like a little temptress begging for more. The position was unbearably shameful.

It had been Qiu Miaoran who pulled her first, but still… she hadn’t resisted.

Ji Jiayu quickly put her toes to the floor and stood, sliding beside Qiu Miaoran. She turned her head, hand outstretched. “Let me see the picture you just took.”

Qiu Miaoran passed it over. “Here.”

On the screen, it was her kissing Qiu Miaoran—

Both their cheeks flushed. Her lashes lowered, eyes hazy, lips parted, clinging with need, her expression filled with greed and a faint sensuality.

Qiu Miaoran, meanwhile, had her eyes open, gaze casually flicking at the camera.

It looked… too raw.

Ji Jiayu’s finger trembled against the screen. The phone suddenly locked.

She tapped it awake again—

The lock screen was another photo.

Taken three years ago, when they hadn’t been together long.

Back then, for the sake of “life points,” she often tried to seduce Qiu Miaoran. In a restaurant, by the window, Ji Jiayu had taken a selfie.

Her eyes were red from crying—a scene audition earlier.

She had posted it in a Moments update, visible to just one person.

Qiu Miaoran had called her “little crybaby.”

From then on, the picture was saved, kept as the lock screen all these years.

…

Ji Jiayu pursed her lips, staring at her tear-streaked photo. She zoomed in and out with her fingers. “Your lock screen is me?”

“…Change it. Change it.”

Qiu Miaoran reclaimed her phone, puzzled. “Why change it?”

“It’s ugly.” Ji Jiayu shook her head.

“Too pretentious.”

“Then which one?” Qiu Miaoran opened her album, swiping through. “This one?”

She swiped again, showing another. “Or this?”

Ji Jiayu leaned closer, eyes widening. “Why do you have so many? These are all candid shots, right?”

“Mm…” Qiu Miaoran replied calmly, no guilt whatsoever. “I wanted to, so I took them.”

“Ah… this one’s awful.” Ji Jiayu pointed at a blurry one. “Delete it.”

“Don’t.” Qiu Miaoran frowned, raising the phone out of reach. “I like them.”

“Qiu Miaoran, you’re making me think…” Ji Jiayu’s lips curved into a sly smile. “You might be my sasaeng fan.”

“Sasaeng?”

“The crazy kind of fan—spying, stalking, sneaking into a celebrity’s private life,” Ji Jiayu explained with a sigh, “They’re called sasaengs. Got it?”

Outside, the Ferris wheel spun slowly. Neon lights painted the cityscape, spilling onto Qiu Miaoran’s side profile—

She sat tall, stray strands of hair framing her face, nose sharp, jawline clean, her pale neck exposed.

“Oh. Then I’m your sasaeng,” Qiu Miaoran murmured absently, still scrolling through her album.

“My celebrity.”

Ji Jiayu’s celebrity—someone she longed to invade completely, to fill every inch of her private life with herself.

Irrational. Feverish. Possessive.

——She had finally realized what it meant to like someone: wanting to burn for them, even unto death.

Ji Jiayu’s lashes trembled. Her hands tightened over her phone case, fingertips rubbing the silicone uneasily.

Something about this felt dangerous.

Like she might… get addicted.

At that moment, Qiu Miaoran tilted her phone toward her. “Changed the lock screen.”

On it was Ji Jiayu sleeping.

Her eyes closed, lashes curled, lips softly pressed together, her body curled on a white pillow, black hair cascading like silk across the sheets, pale neck peeking through the dark strands.

Dim light outlined her delicate features.

It was… beautifully taken.

Ji Jiayu blinked. “Huh.” She tapped the screen with her finger, frowning slightly. She had no memory of this. “When did you take this?”

“That time at the hot spring villa.” Qiu Miaoran paused briefly, stressing, “The first time after we got back together…”

Three years later, their first time again.

That night, after parting with Ji Chen, she had knocked on Qiu Miaoran’s door—

As if to confirm something buried in her heart, she had gone… and slept with her.

Ji Jiayu’s ears burned. Her voice lowered. “We hadn’t gotten back together yet…”

“From the moment you came in, without pushing me away, I knew you wanted to,” Qiu Miaoran powered off the screen, slipping the phone into her bag, pulling the zipper shut.

“That time, you came to my room yourself.

That counts as you chasing me.”

“…What?” Ji Jiayu was speechless. “What kind of logic is that?”

“You forgot what you said today?” Qiu Miaoran cleared her throat. “You said—you’d spoil me.”

“Fine… that time, I was the one who came,” Ji Jiayu admitted after a pause.

“Counts as me chasing you.”

The Ferris wheel was nearing the ground. Their cabin was about to land.

“Qiu Miaoran, I must’ve owed you a lot in my past life. That’s why we’re so tangled this one.” Ji Jiayu swayed gently in her seat, murmuring,

“Like… maybe when you got married, I murdered your wife?”

For a moment, Qiu Miaoran’s face froze.

Then she arched a brow, voice slow. “So this time… you stay with me instead.”

The Ferris wheel touched down.

“Okay.” Ji Jiayu stood, taking her hand, fingertips tracing her palm. “I’ll pay you back—with a girlfriend.”

A girlfriend. So sweet.

Too bad it had to be hidden. Sneaking around was frustrating.

Hand in hand, they stepped out into the vibrant city night.

Qiu Miaoran’s heart throbbed with a sudden thought—

I want the whole world to know she’s my girlfriend.

She drove Ji Jiayu home.

Downstairs at her building, “Click” went the car door as it opened.

Ji Jiayu stepped out.

“You should head back,” Qiu Miaoran got out too. “Rest early.”

Ji Jiayu tugged her backpack straps, lifting her gaze. Her light-brown eyes were clear as she asked softly,

“Want to come up for a glass of water?”

Her voice was gentle, blending with the autumn breeze.

Qiu Miaoran instantly understood the hidden meaning. Her fingers trembled around the car keys, heat flooding her chest.

The autumn night suddenly burned with restless fire.

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