The Cold Heroine Turned Into a Yandere After Being - Chapter 22

Possessing Her

By the time those who had finished dancing returned to their seats, they realized two people were missing.

As Mo Tang searched the area, only Xia Yitian remained seated with unshakeable calm. “Don’t worry, Sister Tang. They probably headed back early.”

“Is that so?” Mo Tang was still uneasy. Beside her, Ye Wanqing was also worried about her friend’s junior sister and asked Mo Tang to give her a call.

Mo Tang took out her phone and dialed, but the call rang for a while before being disconnected.

She tried again; this time, it was hung up even faster.

Just as Mo Tang was about to try a third time, a restaurant staff member came over to inform them that the two ladies traveling with them had asked her to let them know they had left first.

Only then did Mo Tang and the others relax, staying behind to continue their night out.

On the other side.

Mo Zhu carelessly tossed her phone onto a nearby cabinet, but her aim was off. The phone landed on the surface before sliding off the edge and hitting the floor with a loud thud.

Ji Shubai instinctively looked toward the sound, but she was quickly pulled back.

The frantic, overlapping steps between them were tinged with urgency, like a disorganized dance.

Ji Shubai wasn’t able to snatch a moment of breath until she was pinned against the wall of the stairwell.

Mo Zhu, however, followed her, refusing to let her hide. Her eyes were locked onto her like a predator watching its prey.

She swallowed the small whimper in the other woman’s throat. The light stretched their overlapping shadows, casting them onto the steps in a swaying, flickering dance.

Trapped between the wall and a warm embrace, Ji Shubai felt the air grow thin and her head spin. Even the hand resting on Mo Zhu’s waist lost its strength, sliding down limply, only to be caught precisely by Mo Zhu’s fingers and pinned against the cold wall.

After a long while, Mo Zhu pulled back just a fraction. Her nose still brushed affectionately against Ji Shubai’s, their hot breaths intertwining.

Looking at the moisture on those lips and the blurred haze in those eyes, Mo Zhu’s throat moved. Without a hint of hesitation, she hooked her arm beneath Ji Shubai’s knees and, with a slight surge of strength, lifted her up.

Caught off guard, Ji Shubai instinctively clung to her neck.

Holding her, Mo Zhu’s pace didn’t falter for a second. She moved steadily upward, tilting her head again to find those soft lips, as if she wanted to dismantle the person in her arms and melt her into her own blood and bone.

Ji Shubai felt her whole body go soft from the kiss. Her ears were filled with the sound of her own frantic heartbeat and the other’s slightly hurried footsteps.

Mo Zhu crossed the hallway to the bedroom door, pushed it open, and carried her inside.

With a soft thud, the door closed behind them, isolating them from everything else.

In the next second, the world spun as Mo Zhu placed her on top of the cabinet right next to the door.

Ji Shubai’s back hit the cool wall, sending a slight shiver through her.

Mo Zhu’s warm body was already pressed tight against her, trapping her firmly. The burning kiss fell again, more surging than before, carrying an undisguised longing and possessiveness.

Ji Shubai was wearing a loose shirt today. The once-smooth collar was now wrinkled, and the top button had been undone at some point, revealing the fluid lines of her collarbones.

They were like a shallow bay meticulously sketched by a master craftsman, extending smoothly from the hollow of her throat to form an elegant yet fragile curve at her shoulder.

As the light flowed over her, it cast a small shadow in that slight depression, which rose and fell gently with her breath.

Mo Zhu grasped that seemingly fragile neck, her fingers applying a bit of pressure as if holding the other woman’s life in her palm.

Then she let go, her fingertips slowly grazing the neck and tapping the subtle protrusion of her throat before drifting further down.

Under the light, Ji Shubai tilted her face up restlessly. Her half-closed eyelashes cast small shadows, trembling like the wings of a butterfly with every breath.

Suddenly, she raised her hand to cover Mo Zhu’s eyes, her husky voice tinged with embarrassment. “Stop looking!”

Her vision was blocked, save for a few slivers of light.

Mo Zhu raised the hand that had been resting on her waist, placing it over the back of Ji Shubai’s hand. Her breathing was a mess. “Then, can we continue with the other things?”

The answer was not a word, but the soft touch of lips against her own.

Pale buttons were undone one by one. The sound of fabric rubbing together was buried beneath their heavy breathing.

Mo Zhu watched as she began to dodge the kisses, her jawline tightening as she turned her head away.

“Alright, that’s enough…” Ji Shubai seemed to finally find herself again. Fine beads of sweat lined her forehead. She propped one hand against the cabinet and used the other to push Mo Zhu back.

“Miss Ji, this has only just begun.” Mo Zhu rubbed against her affectionately and held her tight.

The hand Ji Shubai had used to push her shoulder turned into a tight clench. She closed her eyes, resting her forehead against Mo Zhu’s shoulder. It was a long time before she exhaled.

But before she could do anything else, she felt herself being lifted again and placed onto the bed.

The soft mattress dipped under their combined weight, even bouncing back slightly.

Ji Shubai knit her brows and looked up. The movement highlighted the smooth transition between her neck and shoulder—a contradictory blend of strength and beauty that displayed a slender sense of fragility yet hinted at a resilient charm.

Mo Zhu looked down, admiring the sight. Seeing this proud, distant person in such a state made her own limbs feel slightly numb with excitement.

The things that had caused her internal conflict earlier seemed unimportant now. In her eyes, there was only the Ji Shubai of this moment.

She caught the woman’s trembling waist and pulled her flush against her body, whispering, “Miss Ji, you really are… so beautiful.”

Ji Shubai parted her lips, originally intending to curse, but the sound that escaped was a tone unfamiliar even to her. She quickly bit her lip to stop herself.

Mo Zhu began to coax her into speaking more. “Miss Ji, talk to me. If you don’t speak, I won’t know if I’m doing it right.”

Receiving no response, she kissed the other’s trembling eyelashes and continued, “Haven’t you heard the saying? ‘Correct mistakes if you have made them and guard against them if you have not.’ If you don’t say anything, how can I improve?”

“Miss Ji, shall we continue?”

The veins on the side of Ji Shubai’s neck became faintly visible. She reached out to cover the other’s mouth, but her arms were pinned to her sides, leaving her unable to move.

Finally, Ji Shubai reached her limit. Enduring the sensation, she brought her knee up with moderate force against Mo Zhu’s waist. “…Shut up!”

Mo Zhu finally quieted down, but she promptly scooped her up, making her sit against her.

Ji Shubai called her name in a panic, but in the end, all her unspoken words were sealed between their lips.

When the storm finally subsided, Mo Zhu wiped Ji Shubai’s damp eyelashes, her fingers coming away with a bit of moisture.

“Miss Ji, are you alright?”

Ji Shubai kept her eyes closed, looking far too exhausted to engage in conversation.

The once-smooth sheets were now a mess beneath them, looking like layers of overlapping waves.

Mo Zhu tightened her arms around her. Ji Shubai snapped her eyes open, a flicker of alert defensiveness in them.

“What are you doing?” Ji Shubai’s voice, already husky, was even deeper now.

“Helping you wash up,” Mo Zhu said.

The moment she spoke, she felt Ji Shubai leave her embrace. “I’ll go myself.”

Ji Shubai scanned the cluttered bed, picking up the clothes scattered near the edge to cover herself.

As she stood up to get off the bed, her knees felt weak, but she steadied herself by grabbing the bedside table.

Perhaps because Mo Zhu’s gaze was too direct, she hesitated several times as if to speak, but finally turned and headed for the bathroom.

“Do you really not need my help?” Mo Zhu asked from behind.

“No,” Ji Shubai replied without looking back.

After she entered the bathroom, Mo Zhu heard the sound of the door being locked.

It seemed she was deeply untrustworthy in her eyes.

Left alone on the bed, Mo Zhu also got up. She went to the guest room for a quick shower, then headed downstairs to get a glass of water.

Before leaving the kitchen, she saw an unopened jar of honey on the counter. She stopped, filled another glass, and mixed a drink of honey water.

She headed back upstairs with the two glasses.

When she returned to the room, Ji Shubai still hadn’t emerged from the bathroom. She set the glasses down and walked to the door, tapping on it. “Miss Ji, aren’t you done yet?”

There was no sound from inside. Just as she was about to knock again, the door swung open, revealing Ji Shubai’s indignant expression.

Why was she angry already?

Mo Zhu explained, “I was just concerned. I didn’t mean to rush you.”

However, Ji Shubai’s expression didn’t improve much. She had her hand covering her neck.

Soon, Mo Zhu realized the reason for her anger. Her gaze shifted downward, catching sight of the red marks some light, some heavy scattered across that fair skin like fallen plum blossoms.

They were in places ordinary clothes couldn’t hide. Anyone with eyes would know exactly what those marks were.

Mo Zhu apologized with a smile. “Sorry, Miss Ji. I got carried away in the moment.” She reached out again, wanting to touch those marks.

Ji Shubai pursed her lips and heartlessly swatted her hand away, walking past her toward the bed.

Mo Zhu looked at the back of her hand, which had been slapped red, but for once, she didn’t get angry.

She turned and followed the person getting ready for sleep. “Miss Ji, take your medicine before bed.”

Mo Zhu watched as she obediently swallowed the pill, then diligently offered the honey water. “There’s ‘sugar’ this time. Plus, it’ll be good for your throat.”

Ji Shubai looked up at her. “Mo Zhu, if you say one more ridiculous thing, you can go sleep elsewhere.”

Her voice was raspy enough to be barely audible, yet she didn’t forget to scold.

Mo Zhu thought this to herself but didn’t say it aloud, lest the other woman actually kick her out in a fit of pique.

Half of the bed was a mess from their antics, but they were both too lazy to change rooms. Fortunately, the bed was large enough that sleeping on the other side provided more than enough space.

“Miss Ji, do you want me to hold you while we sleep?” Mo Zhu asked after lying down.

“No,” Ji Shubai replied, her back turned.

Despite having shared the most intimate contact, Ji Shubai still seemed to be guarding a clear, distinct line.

For a brief moment, Mo Zhu wanted to pull her over forcefully, but she ultimately refrained.

Forget it. She would yield to Miss Ji today.

“Then, goodnight, Miss Ji.”

“Goodnight.”

After exchanging goodnights, the entire room was swallowed by a vast, soft silence.

Mo Zhu’s breathing gradually became deep and steady—the sign of a deep sleep.

After an unknown amount of time, Ji Shubai quietly opened her eyes and turned around.

Mo Zhu was sleeping on her side, her hand resting casually near her face. Ji Shubai watched her for a long time. Once she was certain the other woman was sound asleep, she suddenly raised her hand.

Like a playful child, she slid her hand beneath Mo Zhu’s palm, slowly interlocking her fingers with the other woman’s.

Just like lovers with their fingers entwined.

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