After Accidentally Forcing A Kiss On The Ice-Cold Mature Woman - Chapter 13

Jiang Shixue was pressed against Wen Fei’s chest, unable to move even an inch. After counting Wen Fei’s heartbeats for a while, she heard the other woman’s breathing become steady and rhythmic.

Is Wen Fei asleep?

Jiang Shixue was somewhat surprised.

Wen Fei’s sleep quality was truly incredible! To think she could fall asleep so quickly with someone as restless as herself right beside her!

Jiang Shixue gingerly pulled her face out from Wen Fei’s soft “snow skin mooncakes.”

Unable to sleep, her eyes remained bright and sparkling, watching Wen Fei through the darkness. When Wen Fei slept, she lost several degrees of her usual coldness and severity, appearing much softer. Her eyelashes were long, casting a faint shadow beneath her eyes. With Wen Fei’s scent enveloping her, Jiang Shixue felt an inexplicable sense of peace.

However, deep in her heart, a sliver of unease lingered.

Wen Fei…

Were she and Wen Fei truly just ordinary lovers?

An idea—one that felt both absurd and perfectly logical—took root in Jiang Shixue’s mind:

Wen Fei… she is so much like “Sister.” Could it be that she has known me for a long time?

Testing the waters to see if Wen Fei was truly asleep, Jiang Shixue spoke tentatively, “Wen Fei… did you know me before?”

Wen Fei’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, but Jiang Shixue received no answer.

Jiang Shixue’s heart thundered against her ribs.

In the warm room of a spring night, she lay beside the girlfriend who had marked her. As the drizzling rain pitter-pattered against the window, Jiang Shixue pursed her lips and spoke again: “Girlfriend, did you know me before?”

Wen Fei still did not respond.

Jiang Shixue slowly sat up and experimentally poked Wen Fei’s shoulder, whispering softly, “Wife? Did you know me before?”

The only response was the silence of the room, mingled with the scent of rain.

Emboldened, Jiang Shixue gazed at Wen Fei’s tranquil sleeping face under the warm glow of the nightlight. She traced the contours of Wen Fei’s features with her finger and whispered a single word: “Sister?”

After rolling the word “Sister” around in her mouth for a long time while staring at Wen Fei’s expressionless face, Jiang Shixue finally let it slip out.

She had a sneaking suspicion. Wen Fei really was like “Sister”—the eldest sister who had looked after her and the other younger girls back on the desolate star.

Jiang Shixue wasn’t entirely certain. However, there was a very simple way to confirm it.

Sister had a small mole on her chest.

Jiang Shixue bit her lip, feeling conflicted. She desperately wanted to know if Wen Fei was Sister.

Anyway, Wen Fei is my girlfriend now, she reasoned. She’s already marked me, and we’re sharing a bed. Just one look shouldn’t matter… right?

Two little versions of herself started fighting in her head.

The First: “You can’t! You can’t be a pervert!”

The Second: “It’s just one look, it’s fine! Besides, you’ll finally know her identity! Aren’t you curious?”

The curious side eventually won the brawl. Moreover, Jiang Shixue had another realization:

If Wen Fei was offended or upset by her behavior, wouldn’t her “passionate violence” (suffocating love) quota be even closer to being met?

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The more annoyed Wen Fei became, the faster that progress bar would fill up! If Wen Fei got angry, she could even take the opportunity to act like a spoiled brat, arrogantly saying things like, “Aren’t you my girlfriend? What’s wrong with a little look?”

She was just “too in love” with Wen Fei, which led to her “indecent” behavior. Surely Wen Fei wouldn’t execute her over that!

Thinking that this plan killed two birds with one stone—confirming Wen Fei’s identity while also being unreasonably clingy and troublesome—Jiang Shixue became emboldened.

“Ahem…”

Jiang Shixue gently lifted the thin blanket covering Wen Fei and began to undo the buttons of her pajamas.

Wen Fei’s pajama collar was already somewhat loose. As Jiang Shixue pulled it aside, it slipped down to reveal elegant collarbones and a stretch of snowy, delicate skin. Wen Fei’s “snow skin mooncakes” were suddenly exposed before her eyes.

Jiang Shixue’s heart raced even faster; her face turned so red it looked ready to drip blood. She felt a wave of shame for such wanton behavior. But a voice in her heart excused her: It’s fine. Wen Fei is your girlfriend, and you aren’t doing this to take advantage—you just want to confirm her identity.

She leaned in for a closer look, mentally marveling once again. Wen Fei’s “snow skin mooncakes” were indeed large and pale.

However…

After peering closely for a while, she only saw a somewhat deep scar on her chest. The color of the scar suggested it was quite old. It covered the area where a small brown mole might have been, making it impossible to tell if one had ever existed there.

Is Wen Fei not “Sister” after all?

Jiang Shixue felt a mix of confusion and frustration. The pitter-patter of the night rain sounded like low laughter, mocking her for her frivolous and fruitless actions.

Just as she was about to dejectedly pull the pajamas back together and lie down, another thought surfaced—she remembered that “Sister” had a brown, oval-shaped birthmark on her thigh.

As long as she checked if Wen Fei had that birthmark, she would know for sure!

This thought wrapped around her heart like a vine. She hesitated. Is this… going a bit too far? She only wanted the truth, but this method seemed a bit much.

Oh, whatever… I’ve already come this far.

Jiang Shixue gritted her teeth. Since she was already seeking a thrill—no, seeking the truth—she had to see it through to the end!

Trembling slightly, she placed her hand on Wen Fei’s pajama pants. The material was comfortable, like ice silk—cool and slippery. Through the fabric, she could almost feel the warmth of the skin beneath. Her face flushed even deeper. She was terrified that Wen Fei would wake up, and even more worried about her reaction if she did.

But… she really needed to know.

Steelng her resolve, Jiang Shixue applied pressure, intending to pull the pajama pants down.

In the next second, her wrist was suddenly caught in a firm grip!

Jiang Shixue’s body froze.

Slowly looking up, she saw Wen Fei looking down at her, eyes half-lidded. There was an unreadable emotion in Wen Fei’s gaze that made Jiang Shixue feel a flicker of fear.

Then, Wen Fei’s low, husky voice vibrated above her. Her heated breath brushed against the back of Jiang Shixue’s neck, the temperature scorching.

“Jiang Shixue,” Wen Fei said, a hint of hesitation in her eyes. “Are you… trying to stir things up?”