She Makes Me Believe in Science - Chapter 30

Her body grew hotter and hotter. Ji Wuxin, who was used to an icy form, couldn’t help but frown, but the sweetness on her lips left her with no energy to spare for maintaining a cool temperature. She allowed herself to reach a boiling point, biting and licking the person beneath her.

It was entirely frantic, without a shred of technique.

In a daze, Song Qian felt as if she were being nipped at by a small animal, it was a mix of itching and a slight stinging pain.

“Song Sensen.”

“Hmm?”

Having had her fill of nibbling, Ji Wuxin buried her head against the soft skin and took a deep breath of her scent. “You aren’t allowed to look at anyone else. Not even ghosts.”

The possessiveness surging through her mind nearly made her lose all reason, Song Sensen had to belong to her, and her alone.

Song Qian was forced to tilt her head back, her wrists held together over her head by a single, firm hand. She wanted to sit up but found herself powerless, forced to endure the fuzzy, tickling sensation at her chest.

“Am I pretty?” Ji Wuxin asked again.

The face that had left her completely dazed flashed through Song Qian’s mind. She answered honestly, “You’re pretty.”

“Who’s prettier, Ji Shixing or me?”

“You are… mmm”

“From now on, you’ll only look at me, okay?”

“Okay.”

Knock, knock, knock.

“Sensen, Uncle Ji is here.”

“Sensen? Are you still in bed?”

“This child probably stayed up late again last night and hasn’t woken up yet. Xiao Ji, why don’t you come over and have some breakfast first?”

“Alright then.”

The voices outside the door drifted away. Song Qian poked her head out from under the covers. The sunlight filtering through the curtains was a bit blinding, and she instinctively raised her hand to shield her eyes.

As the blanket slid down, the feeling of having nothing on made her brain snap into focus for a moment.

Where were her clothes?

Shaking her head, which felt as if she were suffering from a hangover, Song Qian couldn’t remember choosing to sleep in the nude.

Suddenly, a pale, slender arm reached over and draped itself across her. Following that, a soft, warm body pressed against her back. Song Qian’s body went rigid instantly, her eyes widening in shock.

Why… why is there someone else in her bed!!??

“Sleep a little longer,” the person said, their voice slightly raspy as they rested their head on Song Qian’s shoulder.

The voice was very familiar.

Song Qian turned her head stiffly. The woman’s complexion was healthy and flushed, her eyes were still closed, and her long eyelashes fluttered occasionally. A touch of vivid red at the corners of her eyes gave her a delicate, moving appearance.

It suddenly hit her—Ji Wuxin had torn off that ghostly mask right in front of her last night. So, this was Ji Wuxin!?

Perhaps sensing Song Qian’s intense gaze, Ji Wuxin’s brow knit slightly and she slowly opened her eyes.

Their eyes met, and Song Qian swallowed hard.

Ji Wuxin, with a hint of mischief, raised her hand and pressed it gently against Song Qian’s throat. Her eyebrows arched. “Am I that enchanting?”

That female ghost had been right, Song Sensen loved her looking like this. Although she didn’t quite understand what was wrong with her original ghostly face, it was clear now that Song Sensen had zero resistance to this one.

Song Qian turned her head away, refusing to look. “No.”

“Why are you in my bed?” As Song Qian spoke, her lips inevitably brushed together, and her lower lip felt a strange, stinging pain.

She reached up to touch the sore spot and let out a soft hiss.

Ji Wuxin’s gaze drifted down to her slightly swollen lip. That was the result of her biting last night, and the wound had already scabbed over.

“What are you looking at? You haven’t answered me yet.” Song Qian shot her a strange look and reached for the mirror on the nightstand.

“Last night…”

“Don’t say a word!” Song Qian interrupted her sharply, pulling the mirror closer.

What!? What is this!?

Her lip was split, her eyes were red, and her neck was covered in a scattered pattern of small marks.

Last night…

Song Qian looked back at herself, then at the equally bare Ji Wuxin. Did she even need to ask what had happened!?

Falling back onto the bed in despair, Song Qian pulled the duvet over her face.

She had slept with a ghost—no, a Jade Spirit.

Sure, she was beautiful, but—

Song Qian felt a pang of regret. If it were possible, she would have preferred her first time to be with an ordinary girl.

Then another thought occurred to her…

Just as Ji Wuxin was about to reach for the edge of the blanket, Song Qian suddenly poked her head out. Her eyes were shifty, and a faint blush crept across her cheeks. “Who… who was on top last night?”

Ji Wuxin: “?”

What did that mean?

Seeing her confused expression, Song Qian grew annoyed. Was it that hard to answer? Even though she was the one covered in marks while Ji Wuxin looked perfectly clean, she still wanted to know the truth.

“What… on top?” Ji Wuxin tried to recall the scenes from the night before. She remembered pressing Song Qian down to kiss her. Was that what she meant?

She hesitantly pointed a finger at herself. “Me?”

Song Qian narrowed her eyes at her. It’s me, why the uncertain tone?

Great. Not only did she have zero memory of her long-awaited first time, but it seemed she was also the one on the bottom.

How irritating.

Uncle Ji was waiting outside, so she couldn’t stay in the room any longer.

Just as she was about to get up and find some clothes, she noticed Ji Wuxin staring at her out of the corner of her eye.

“You, go out first.”

Ji Wuxin subconsciously licked her lips. “Why?”

It might have been an unconscious gesture, but in Song Qian’s eyes, it looked incredibly suggestive. Imagine someone staring at you with a hungry expression right after you’ve shared such intimacy, it was enough to make her skin crawl.

Song Qian grabbed a thin blanket from the floor, wrapped it around herself, and practically fled into the bathroom.

Ji Wuxin blinked innocently. She hadn’t done anything.

A few minutes later

“Ji Wuxin!”

A roar erupted from the bathroom.

Song Qian walked out fully dressed, her face several shades darker. She pointed to the marks on her neck that she couldn’t seem to cover and glared at the person still sitting on the bed.

“How am I supposed to go out like this?”

Ji Wuxin crawled across the bed to get a closer look at her face, even reaching out to touch the marks.

“Where did those come from? Who hit you?”

Song Qian: “…”

Why act like you don’t know when the evidence is right there?

“You really don’t know what you did last night?”

At the reminder, a vision of her nibbling on Song Qian’s neck flashed through Ji Wuxin’s mind. It seemed it really was her doing.

Her eyes curved into a smile, and she playfully tilted her head to plant another kiss on Song Qian’s neck.

“I did that.”

Song Qian’s face turned bright red as she jumped back. “You… you…”

How could she be so casual about it!?

Taking several deep breaths, she decided not to argue with Ji Wuxin anymore. Continuing the conversation would only make her angrier.

She found a shirt that offered a bit more coverage. Even with her hair down to hide them, two or three marks were still clearly visible.

Ji Wuxin found a white dress in Song Qian’s wardrobe and put it on. She looked perfectly harmless and stunningly beautiful.

Song Qian ground her teeth, shot her a glare, and walked out the door.

At the top of the stairs, she ran right into Lin Qing, who had also just gotten up.

“Hey, morn—” Lin Qing’s greeting died in his throat. He awkwardly looked away, having clearly seen something he shouldn’t have. “Morning.”

Song Qian clenched her fists and forced a smile. “Morning.”

Downstairs, Grandma Song and Ji Jiusheng had just finished breakfast and were chatting happily.

Song Qian pretended as if nothing were wrong. She sat down and began eating the breakfast her grandmother had prepared, keeping her head low as she fiddled with her phone.

“Sensen, Uncle Ji is here, why didn’t you say hello?”

Lin Qing sensed her embarrassment and reached out with his foot under the table to nudge her shoe.

Song Qian stopped chewing and looked at him in shock. What was wrong with him? Lin Qing had never seemed like the type of guy to be so annoying.

In reality, Lin Qing was doing it on purpose. He used his bowl to hide the smirk he was desperately trying to suppress.

“Sensen?”

Song Qian was always very polite to her elders. When Grandma Song called her, she immediately looked up.

Crap.

Sure enough, the expressions on Grandma Song and Uncle Ji’s faces froze. Their gazes locked onto the exact same spot on her neck.

“What is it, Grandma?” As long as I’m not embarrassed, everyone else will be.

Grandma Song shot her a look of utter disappointment and set her milk back on the table, no longer wanting to drink it.

Ji Jiusheng, however, smiled and handed Song Qian an extra egg. “Eat up, Sensen. You’ve lost weight lately.”

It seemed his sister finally had a wife. That’s his sister for you. Good job.

Ji Wuxin came downstairs just then. Seeing Ji Jiusheng give Song Qian an egg, her face darkened. In a flash, she snatched the egg and put it back in the bowl right in front of everyone.

“Don’t eat anything he gives you.”

Lin Qing choked on his porridge and let out a violent cough.

He coughed while watching Grandma Song and Ji Jiusheng’s reactions. They couldn’t see Ji Wuxin.

The two of them were stunned at first, then became incredibly excited.

Grandma Song looked at Song Qian and asked cautiously, “Is she here too?”

Ji Jiusheng’s hands, hidden under the table, were clenched tightly in his nervousness. His sister was there.

This couldn’t continue. Song Qian remembered how Lin Sheng had allowed Yuan Yuan and Xu Yan to see ghosts, and she wondered if Lin Qing could do the same.

Morning workers passing by Grandma Song’s house peeked inside, but the doors and windows were closed and the curtains drawn, so they saw nothing.

“Old Lady Song is up late today?”

“Her granddaughter is back. Maybe they went into town for a nice meal.”

“Could be.”

Inside the house, Lin Qing took a drop of blood from Song Qian’s fingertip. A talisman self-ignited and was dropped into the blood-water mixture. A half-meter-tall cloud of white smoke erupted from the bowl, and once it cleared, only a few drops of liquid remained.

Lin Qing applied the drops to the eyelids of Grandma Song and Ji Jiusheng. After a few seconds of adjusting, they opened their eyes.

“This…”

It was a world shrouded in a red mist. They saw the girl in the white dress standing next to Song Qian, looking displeased.

“Qingqing!” Ji Jiusheng couldn’t control himself and stood up, tears falling uncontrollably. It really was his sister. His sister had returned.

Ji Wuxin frowned at him. Who was he talking to?

Song Qian gently tugged at Ji Wuxin’s pinky finger. Ji Wuxin looked down at her.

“Qingqing, it’s me, your big brother! Look at me, do you remember?”

“Look, this is a photo of you when you were little. you loved following me around.” Ji Jiusheng hurriedly pulled a photo from his inner pocket, showing a little girl holding the hand of an older boy.

Song Qian took the photo and looked at it. The little girl really did bear a resemblance to the current Ji Wuxin.

She held it up next to Ji Wuxin’s face. The resemblance was even more striking this way.

“What are you doing?” Ji Wuxin irritably brushed the photo aside. She looked at the man who was sobbing so hard he could barely breathe and said coldly, “I don’t know you.”

Ji Jiusheng looked at her with reddened eyes. “What?”

Ji Wuxin, sounding impatient, repeated herself in a colder tone, “I don’t know you. Did you hear me? I’m not ‘Qingqing.’ My name is Ji Wuxin.”

“No, no, you are Qingqing. Listen to me. That jade, the one Sensen is wearing.” Ji Jiusheng pointed to Song Qian’s chest. Seeing a flicker of doubt in Ji Wuxin’s eyes, he hurried to say, “I’m the one who gave that jade to Sensen.”

“You gave it?”

Ji Wuxin’s gaze grew hazy. For a fleeting second, she seemed to see a vision of a man kneeling on the ground, weeping uncontrollably while clutching that very jade.

Whose memory was this?

Ji Wuxin shook her head. No, she didn’t know this man. She was raised by Jiao Niang. Yes, Jiao Niang raised her.

“Are you okay?”

A warm hand supported her arm. Ji Wuxin grabbed that hand and held it tightly.

“Song Sensen.”

“I don’t know him.”

The jade at Song Qian’s chest began to grow hot. Sensing something was wrong, Song Qian went along with her. “Okay, you don’t know him. I believe you.”

Ji Wuxin turned her head slowly to look at her, then gradually dissipated into smoke and returned to the jade.

“Ji Wuxin?”

“Qingqing!? Qingqing…” Ji Jiusheng slumped back into his chair, looking as if he’d lost his soul, repeatedly whispering his sister’s name.

“Why don’t you recognize your brother? You used to love me the most…”

“Uncle Ji, when a Jade Spirit is first born, they are like a blank sheet of paper. She no longer remembers her past. Forcing her like this will only destabilize her soul. It’s dangerous.” Lin Qing seemed to have already guessed that Ji Wuxin was a man-made spirit.

No wonder the Special Investigation Group had no records of her.

“Will she be alright?” Song Qian asked, stroking the still-scalding jade. Ji Wuxin had looked quite unwell just now.

Lin Qing gave her a meaningful look.

“That will depend on how much effort you put in tonight.”