The Cold Heroine Turned Into a Yandere After Being - Chapter 27

Miss Ji, Continue

They were so close that every subtle shift in their breathing could be felt.

Ji Shubai tried to turn her head to escape the heat constantly brushing against her ear, but Mo Zhu’s long, strong fingers rested against her jaw, forcing her to face her head-on.

At home, Ji Shubai wore only a thin long-sleeved shirt. Under Mo Zhu’s pressure, her spine pressed against the door, and a chill seeped through the light fabric.

“Stop it,” Ji Shubai muttered, knitting her brows.

“Is this what you call ‘stopping’?” Mo Zhu countered. As she spoke, she rested one hand on Ji Shubai’s waist, her fingers lightly hooking the hem of her shirt and sliding underneath with practiced ease.

She wanted her to know exactly what “trouble” felt like.

Her fingertips brushed against the delicate, warm skin of Ji Shubai’s waist. Applying a slight pressure, she felt the woman’s waist shudder visibly under her touch.

Ji Shubai reached out to stop her, but her arms were full of the laundry she had been carrying. She could only stiffen her core, trying to stifle the urge to tremble.

But Mo Zhu had never been one to settle for an inch when she could take a mile. She pressed her palm into the curve of Ji Shubai’s side, rubbing circles while her fingers dug in rhythmically.

Ji Shubai instinctively arched her back and shrank away. In the movement, something struck the door with a dull “thud.”

She froze instantly, holding her breath to listen. Fortunately, no sound came from the hallway outside.

Taking advantage of her distraction, Mo Zhu pushed even further.

“What exactly do you want?” Ji Shubai asked in a strained whisper.

“I want you to coax me,” Mo Zhu replied with a look of feigned innocence. She tilted her head slightly, her nose catching the clean, light scent of Ji Shubai’s skin. “I’m very easy to please, Miss Ji.”

“How old are you? You still need coaxing?” Ji Shubai tried to push her away again, but in the next second, her waist went weak. The clothes in her arms slipped, hanging precariously as if they were about to fall.

Mo Zhu held her firmly by the waist and asked, “When that neighbor girl asked if you were single, what did you say?”

Ji Shubai’s head rested back against the door. Her eyes were half-closed, her lashes fluttering.

She pursed her lips, refusing to answer, but her expression showed the first signs of wavering.

Mo Zhu let out a soft laugh. “Miss Ji, this temper of yours.”

She just didn’t know how to bow her head.

But then, that stubbornness was exactly what made her who she was.

Mo Zhu tilted her head, her cool nose brushing against the warm skin of Ji’s neck, trailing slowly downward.

She finally stopped at a certain point, her warm tongue tracing the smooth line of Ji Shubai’s throat.

Ji Shubai jolted as if struck by lightning. At that moment, the clothes in her arms slid silently to the floor.

“Mo Zhu.” Ji Shubai’s breathing grew ragged, her hands pressing against Mo Zhu’s shoulders in a weak attempt to shove her back.

“Miss Ji,” Mo Zhu said, pulling back slightly to cup her cheek. She offered a generous choice: “Would you like to coax me yourself, or should I just please myself?”

Ji Shubai lowered her eyes, appearing to seriously consider the proposal.

While waiting, Mo Zhu didn’t stop her small provocations—either stroking Ji’s waist or rubbing her nose against the other woman’s.

It seemed Ji Shubai couldn’t take the “cat-and-mouse” teasing any longer. She grabbed Mo Zhu’s hand at her waist and said, her voice breathy, “Stop touching me like that.”

Before the words had even settled, she leaned in. At the same time, she reached back to the door handle and clicked the lock shut.

Mo Zhu smiled, her hand moving from Ji’s cheek to thread through her thick, silky black hair, cradling the back of her head.

She leaned down, sealing their lips together perfectly.

Mo Zhu didn’t initiate the next move. Instead, she kept her eyes half-open, watching the other woman in a state of quiet expectation.

Closing her eyes, Ji Shubai didn’t feel the movement she expected. Her brow furrowed slightly, and she wavered on her tiptoes, undecided.

Mo Zhu let out a short, husky laugh that carried a hint of dangerous ambiguity. She whispered against her lips, “Miss Ji, continue.”

As she spoke, the friction between their lips created a faint, electric tingle. Ji Shubai’s tightly shut eyelashes fluttered again.

Her hands, which had been pushing Mo Zhu away, tentatively gripped the lapels of Mo Zhu’s coat. Drawing on her sparse memories, she tried to part her lips slightly to kiss Mo Zhu back.

Because she was out of practice, their teeth bumped a few times.

She then flicked her tongue out, tentatively brushing against Mo Zhu’s lips.

It was clumsy, yet incredibly alluring.

Still, Mo Zhu gave no response.

Ji Shubai pulled back for a fraction of a second, and Mo Zhu fought the urge to chase after her.

“Can’t you at least cooperate a little?” Ji Shubai grumbled.

Mo Zhu’s voice was thick with suppressed desire. “This is what you asked for.”

A flash of hesitation crossed Ji Shubai’s eyes, but in the end, she didn’t argue.

Mo Zhu stared at her and immediately abandoned her role as a bystander. The hand at the back of Ji’s head tightened, drawing her into a much deeper kiss.

Ji Shubai’s slight initiative was the spark that pushed the kiss into a whirlpool of passion.

Every lick and light nip from Mo Zhu was a precise provocation of Ji Shubai’s most sensitive spots. Her other hand had already slid fully beneath the shirt, her warm palm pressed against the smooth skin of Ji’s lower back. She kneaded firmly one moment and traced light, shivering lines with her fingertips the next.

Leaning against the door, Ji Shubai relied entirely on Mo Zhu’s arm and the body pressing her into the wood for support.

She tilted her head back unconsciously, enduring the deepening kiss. The faint whimpers escaping her nose were all swallowed by the other woman.

The only sounds in the room were the rush of ragged breathing and the wet, rhythmic sounds of their kiss.

But Mo Zhu still wasn’t satisfied. Her kisses grew more aggressive, as if she wanted to consume her entirely.

Ji Shubai felt a slight sting, but it was followed by a surging wave that washed away the last of her reason.

Someone bumped into the door again, creating another distinct sound.

Mo Zhu pressed even closer. “Quiet, Miss Ji. We don’t want to attract any company.”

Ji Shubai managed to scrape together a shred of sanity. She murmured incoherently, “Not here”

The slightest sound here could be heard by anyone passing by the hallway.

So, Mo Zhu led her, stumbling, toward the depths of the room.

In the small bedroom, there was only one place to go.

Ji Shubai collapsed onto the bed, her hands braced at her sides as she tilted her neck up to continue the kiss.

Mo Zhu knelt with one knee on the edge of the bed, one hand cupping Ji Shubai’s face while the other rested over Ji Shubai’s hand.

The hand covering hers slid slowly up her wrist a gesture that was both soothing and an ambiguous test.

Mo Zhu pressed in closer. Under the advance, Ji Shubai’s upper body was forced to lean back.

Mo Zhu’s hand moved from Ji’s arm to her shoulder, pressing lightly against her collarbone through the fabric.

Her fingertips moved again, finally settling on the exposed neck.

She caught the line of the other woman’s throat, feeling the silent slide of her swallow.

Ji Shubai was exceptionally sensitive there; even through their joined lips, a few airy gasps escaped.

Hearing them, Mo Zhu’s kiss only became more ferocious.

She supported Ji Shubai’s back with one hand, tracing the vertebrae one by one through the thin clothing.

Ji Shubai’s reaction intensified, but every sound she made was muffled and pushed back.

Mo Zhu could clearly feel the rising curves of her body. Just as her fingertips were about to reach the edge.

Knock, knock!

A sharp rap on the door echoed through the room, followed by a muffled voice.

“Shubai, are you done putting the clothes away?”

Both of them snapped out of it instantly.

Their lips parted abruptly, a thin silver thread of saliva connecting them for a second.

Ji Shubai panted heavily, her eyes misty. Her normally pale lips were now swollen, red, and glistening.

Mo Zhu’s breathing was just as heavy. Her forehead rested against Ji Shubai’s, her dark eyes swirling with lingering lust and a flash of irritation at being interrupted.

They stared at each other, the air thick with heat clashing with the sudden chill of reality.

“Auntie has finished cutting the fruit. Remember to come out and eat.”

Ji Shubai finally regained her senses. Realizing their disheveled, entangled state and how she was practically draped over Mo Zhu—she scrambled to break free of the embrace.

Mo Zhu took a deep breath, a flicker of displeasure crossing her face, but she eventually loosened her grip. As her hand left Ji’s waist, her fingertips brushed against the warm skin one last time, causing Ji Shubai to shiver slightly.

Outside, Cheng Chen called out again.

Ji Shubai cleared her throat and called back, “I’ll be there in a minute.”

Finally getting a response, Cheng Chen went quiet.

Ji Shubai sat on the edge of the bed, straightening her crooked collar and smoothing out the wrinkles in her clothes.

“When is she leaving?” Mo Zhu leaned in again, her voice tinged with a hint of grievance.

Ji Shubai paused. “She probably won’t stay much longer. I’ll get you out of here once she’s gone.”

Put that way, it really did sound like she was here for a secret affair.

“What about you? Are you coming back with me?”

“Mm,” was Ji Shubai’s short reply.

“Then I’m not leaving either,” Mo Zhu replied bluntly.

Ji Shubai turned to look at her, her still-watery eyes harboring a trace of anger that looked more like a pout.

“Don’t look at me like that, Miss Ji,” Mo Zhu said, crossing her legs on the edge of the bed and tilting her head. “It makes me want to keep kissing you.”

Ji Shubai ignored her shameless comments. “I already explained. It’s hard to explain who you are to my mother right now. I hope President Mo can understand.”

“Why is it hard to explain?” Mo Zhu suggested. “Why not just say you ran into another high school classmate doing home visits?”

Ji Shubai walked around her to get off the bed, her expression and tone perfectly sincere. “You look more like the type of person someone would be doing a home visit on.”

Mo Zhu: “…”

Miss Ji really is a pro at insults.

Ji Shubai walked over to pick up the clothes scattered by the door and placed them on a chair. She then spotted a photo on the floor the group shot of the studio.

Mo Zhu saw it too. She must have dropped it earlier when she was looking through the boxes.

“Is this your partner from the studio?”

“Yes.” Ji Shubai wasn’t surprised she knew. After all, anyone could find out about her studio with a bit of digging.

“The day it rained and I picked you up. I think I saw her with you. Did something happen?”

Ji Shubai caught onto a different point. “You saw her? I thought you said you only saw me there.”

She remembered that Mo Zhu’s call hadn’t come until a while after the other woman had left.

The two of them were, at times, similarly cautious.

Mo Zhu felt a prick of regret for her slip-up. “I had just arrived and saw her leaving. You two didn’t look very happy. I hesitated to show up because I figured you wouldn’t want to see someone you dislike when you’re already in a bad mood.”

Hearing this explanation, most of Ji Shubai’s suspicion vanished.

Instead, Mo Zhu watched her reaction and couldn’t help but probe further. “After hearing that last sentence, you have nothing to say?”

“Like what?” Ji Shubai asked calmly, putting the photo back in its place.

Mo Zhu felt a bit slighted. She opened her mouth to speak but stopped.

Ji Shubai lowered her eyes, hiding the flash of a smile that crossed them.

“What went wrong with your partner?” Mo Zhu asked again.

“It’s nothing much. We just had some disagreements about the future of the studio,” Ji Shubai said. She sounded indifferent, but she clearly didn’t want to continue the conversation.

“Alright,” she said, looking at Mo Zhu. She gave one last instruction before heading out. “Don’t make any more noise.”

Mo Zhu looked at her slightly swollen lips. “Since Miss Ji has already ‘coaxed’ me, I’ll be on my best behavior.”

She said it, but there was a distinct secondary meaning in her tone.

Ji Shubai paused before opening the door and turned back.

She faced Mo Zhu and mouthed: Come here.

Mo Zhu didn’t understand, but after a moment’s hesitation, she walked over.

Ji Shubai took a step forward, leaning in until she was close to Mo Zhu’s ear.

A single whisper, like a pebble dropped into a silent lake, fell softly into her ear.

“I don’t dislike you.”

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