Pharmaceutical Negotiator - Chapter 30

Zhang Sitan switched off the light. The room fell into darkness, the surroundings entering a state of chaos.

The person beside her must have already fallen asleep, their breathing becoming steady. A small head was exposed from under the blanket, firmly nestled against the pillow, lost in the night.

The air conditioning had significantly weakened its fan speed, shifting to sleep mode, and the air itself quieted down.

They had been fooling around for too long just now, and it was already very late. The heavy curtains blocked out the moonlight from outside, as well as all sounds. Zhang Sitan still couldn’t sleep.

She tilted her head towards Qi An. Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness, allowing her to make out the sleeping face of the person in front of her.

Truly heartless. Zhang Sitan sighed softly.

Just a moment ago, she was declaring that she would “win her over,” wearing such revealing clothes, and now she could actually sleep.

She slipped her arm out from under the blanket and gently stroked Qi An’s cheek with the back of her hand.

No reaction.

Her hand quickly retreated, her fingers subconsciously curling up, feeling as though she had done something very offensive.

Qi An’s innocent, girlish face was right in front of her, yet in her mind, she couldn’t help but recall earlier, when Qi An wore that black gauze. The curves faintly visible through the black gauze, the long bunny ears on her head, her big eyes twinkling, and that slight tilt of her head that made one feel like she was about to melt from cuteness.

Qi An was clearly the one wearing such exposed clothing, so why did Zhang Sitan feel like she was the one being X-rayed, feeling so hot herself?

Zhang Sitan blinked. Her eyelids were already heavy, but her inner world was tumultuous, offering no hint of sleepiness.

Staring at Qi An any longer, Zhang Sitan felt her face was about to burn. She turned her head back, facing Qi An with the back of her head.

Her mind was jumping from one thing to another, thinking this and that, eventually landing on Su Wei. She recalled that day in the private room, the antique decor, the exquisite tableware, and Su Wei sitting next to her, telling her plainly that Zhou Yangyue was her girlfriend.

Before that, Zhang Sitan had never considered that a girl’s partner could also be a girl.

Although Zhang Sitan had never formulated a clear picture of her own partner, the basis of this hypothetical partner was, according to mainstream societal views, at least of the opposite sex.

But Su Wei used her actions to tell her that this basis could be anyone.

For the first time, Zhang Sitan considered what kind of person her partner could be, if one day she had to couple up with someone.

Could it be a boy, could it be a girl, what qualities could they possess…

She didn’t have a definite answer in her heart. She just felt that if she continued to let her thoughts run wild like this, she really wouldn’t be able to sleep.

Her eyelids finally closed heavily, and her breathing deepened slightly. Zhang Sitan suddenly opened her eyes again, her pupils unfocused, lost in the deep blackness.

As soon as she closed her eyes, Qi An’s face was again replicated in her mind. Shy, flushed, fidgeting with the silk outfit and afraid to take a step.

Zhang Sitan’s breathing grew deeper, her chest rising and falling, a heart beating inside. She realized something.

If she absolutely had to couple up with someone, if she absolutely had to find a basis for this hypothetical partner, could that person be Qi An?

From being frequently left speechless by this social novice Qi An when they first met, to now actively giving her the deputy position and letting her participate in negotiations, Qi An had grown so much.

And within this growth, there were too many moments when Zhang Sitan felt sincere joy, felt that Qi An was indispensable, felt that there could be many more moments with Qi An.

So, was this love?

Qi An told her she was a lesbian, so what about herself? Was she sure she liked Qi An?

Why, upon seeing her in those provocative clothes, did she feel a tightness down below and only dared to flee in a panic?

Why was she suffering from insomnia now, thinking haphazardly, not daring to turn around to face the person beside her?

So, did she like Qi An?

Zhang Sitan furrowed her brow. Just like when Qi An asked her if she had successfully “won her over,” she replied, “I don’t know.” Now, she could only reply, “I don’t know.”

She was not confident enough to give a clear answer, but she could be certain that her treatment of Qi An was indeed special, and that she truly could not remain indifferent when she saw Qi An wear clothes like that.