The Real Heiress Just Wants to Be a Lazy Fish - Chapter 72

Chapter 72: Gradual Healing

Although Tao Yitong said it hurt, there were no visible external injuries on her head. Coupled with her limited verbal expression at the moment, Jiang Zitan had no way of knowing exactly where she was hurt.

Jiang Zitan placed her hand where the girl was clutching, feeling Tao Yitong’s body trembling slightly beneath her palm. She asked anxiously, “Does it hurt here? Does it hurt inside?”

“Mm…” Many things were racing through her mind; Tao Yitong could only barely hear the sounds from the outside world. After vaguely discerning Jiang Zitan’s meaning, she nodded.

Jiang Zitan realized that the pain Tongtong described was likely something on a spiritual level, which was why there were no physical wounds. The Special Affairs Bureau had already said they would send someone immediately, but Jiang Zitan couldn’t bear to see Tao Yitong in such pain. She decided to try a “last resort” method to see if it would work.

Since it was a non-physical injury and considering Tongtong had suffered spiritual trauma before Ms. Liu had mentioned that Jiang Zitan’s own power was beneficial for Tongtong’s recovery. Would that principle apply here as well?

Jiang Zitan cupped Tao Yitong’s pale little face and said, “Tongtong, you can actively absorb power from me, right?”

The Penthouse.

The double doors were burst open. Jiang Zitan and Tao Yitong, locked in a kiss, stumbled inside.

Fragrance lingered as their lips and teeth intertwined. Both were still carrying the outdoor chill, with the sharpness of frost hidden in their hair. Yet, pressed tightly together, they were like two clusters of fiercely burning wild fire huddled, embracing, with blazing flames.

With a hook of Jiang Zitan’s foot, the door finally groaned shut. The next moment, the two collapsed onto the sofa.

The black sofa was not made of soft material; it was a set of leather-sponge cubes in a minimalist, angular style. When their bodies fell onto it, they were bounced up slightly before settling firmly, dark hair spilling out and intertwining.

Tao Yitong’s mind was a chaotic blur, her thoughts drifting back to the scene in the car.

It was that same flashy sports car, drawing gazes all along the road. This was just one of the many “toys” that the young mistress Jiang Zitan had favored lately; in her private area of the underground parking lot, a row of various collected vehicles stood.

Every single one was eye-catching and bold. Their temperament was just like Jiang Zitan’s: passionate and unique.

Tao Yitong’s hands and feet were icy. Even after being in the car for a while, the whirring heater hadn’t quite warmed her through, and she secretly rubbed her palms together. Although Jiang Zitan’s attention was on the driving, she was concerned at heart and easily captured this series of small movements.

“Cold?”

True, after a full day of filming, how could she not be cold? Taking the bus was one thing, but staying outside for so long meant she was likely frozen to the bone.

Jiang Zitan spoke without looking away from the road: “There’s a bag on the back seat with two thermoses inside. One has a hot drink; open it and have some.”

Tao Yitong shook her head: “Mm, no need.”

She felt embarrassed to trouble Jiang Zitan. Besides, if she drank Jiang Zitan’s hot drink, what would Jiang Zitan drink?

To her surprise, Jiang Zitan’s eyebrows shot up. “Not drinking?”

“Oh, I see. I took a sip earlier. I was careless; I forgot Miss Tao might find me distasteful.”

Not at all! How could she ever find Jiang Zitan distasteful?

Without a word, Tao Yitong turned to grab the lunch bag, took out a thermos, unscrewed it, tilted her head back, and gulped it down in one go.

Gulp, gulp.

The sound of liquid heroically rolling down her throat rang out. Tao Yitong, drinking with puffed cheeks, looked like a determined little calf guzzling water. After drinking nearly to the bottom with righteous fervor, she finally reacted: “Wait… why is it cold?”

Just then, the light turned red. Jiang Zitan tapped the brakes. Her gaze drifted over slowly: “Which cup did you drink?”

“Which… cup…?”

Tao Yitong was dazed could there be another cup? She stiffly lowered her head and pulled the zipper of the bag wider, finding another thermos nestled inside. Although the style was identical, the cap colors were different. The one she had opened was blue, while the one sitting quietly in the bag had a pink cap.

Jiang Zitan spoke spookily: “You didn’t… drink the Long Island Iced Tea I secretly packed, did you?”

“Hic!“

Tao Yitong let out a wine-scented hiccup, her eyes squinting with a glow of happiness as a tiny rainbow bubble escaped her lips. She muttered slurringly, “It’s okay, it’s okay… it’s tea.”

“It’s not the same. That’s Long Island Iced Tea; the main ingredients are hard spirits.”

“Mmh…?” Tao Yitong’s tongue felt thick. “Why would you secretly hic! pack hard spirits…”

“Because Funan won’t let me drink,” Jiang Zitan stepped heavily on the gas. “Tsk, we need to get back quickly. You ‘one-cup’ idiot this state of yours is truly a headache.”

“Mmh… it actually tastes quite good.” Saying so, Tao Yitong raised the cup again. “Yes! Cheers!”

Just as the cup reached her lips and the rim touched her mouth, Jiang Zitan snatched it away. The liquid splashed inside. Jiang Zitan put the item away, pressed her hand to her forehead in a headache, and gripped the steering wheel. “Here we go again. Are you going to be a happy drunk again?”

The car entered the underground garage and passed through an automatic scanning gate. The barrier lifted, and they finally drove to the private parking area. Once stopped, Jiang Zitan tilted her head slightly, lifting her beautiful profile. “Are you alright?”

Before the “right” had even landed, she saw Tao Yitong slumped in her seat, face pressed against the glass, clearly “out of commission.” If this were a chibi animation, Tao Yitong would definitely have her mouth wide open against the glass, snoring loudly with a snot bubble blowing in and out.

Jiang Zitan pinched the bridge of her nose, got out, and went around to the passenger side to help the drunk girl. The moment the door opened, the girl clung to her like a koala.

“Mmh… smells good. This dream is so real.”

“What dream? Get down right now. Hiss… don’t bite my hand!” Jiang Zitan was struggling to unbuckle the seatbelt when her raised hand was caught and bitten lightly. Stunned, she took the opportunity to lightly pat Tao Yitong’s pinkish-white cheek.

“What are you doing? Are you a cat?”

Tao Yitong’s eyes were hazy, looking at her with misty, almond-shaped eyes.

“Meow”

Jiang Zitan’s heart seemed to skip a beat. She saw Tao Yitong tilt her chin up toward her.

“Scratch… scratch me… like last time.”

Jiang Zitan’s slightly upturned eyes narrowed as a smile danced on her lips. She reached out and scratched Tao Yitong’s chin. The girl closed her eyes in enjoyment. She even whispered, “It really is just like in the dream.”

After squinting for a while, she eventually closed her eyes for real. Tao Yitong’s head slowly drooped, resting the full weight of her skull on one of Jiang Zitan’s hands. She had fallen fast asleep.

Jiang Zitan:

As romantic and lingering as it was a moment ago, it was now as collapsing and pathetic as it could be. Jiang Zitan gritted her teeth, grabbing the heavily sleeping girl under her armpits to haul her out. Although Tao Yitong was slender and tall, she was still a 1.7-meter person. Jiang Zitan naturally couldn’t lift or carry her, so she could only drag her out.

Since Tao Yitong’s arms were hanging limp like a giant doll, only her feet could manage a few steps on their own. However, her two feet acted like they were fresh from the factory each walking its own way and tripping over each other.

This exhausted Jiang Zitan to no end. After much effort, she finally dragged and carried the girl into the elevator. Once inside, she pressed the floor button. Before she could catch her breath, she heard the drooping Tao Yitong mutter something slurringly.

Jiang Zitan didn’t hear it clearly and didn’t have the energy to listen. Carrying a “one-cup” drunk who talked in her sleep was too tiring. Amidst the mechanical hum of the elevator rising, she finally caught a sentence: “…Have we met before?”

Jiang Zitan pursed her lips. “Not telling you.” “Figure it out yourself.” “Jiang Zitan.”

Jiang Zitan had been staring at the changing numbers on the screen when she suddenly heard her name called behind her. She turned her head, and her mouth was sealed by a soft, sweet-wine-scented kiss.

The next second, Tao Yitong pinned Jiang Zitan’s wrists against the elevator wall. She began to “violate” those lips wantonly.

“Hmm?” Jiang Zitan was prepared to hear what Tao Yitong had to say next, but instead, she felt the warm, soft sensation on her lips first. The night had robbed her of sight, but it infinitely magnified her other senses.

She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but Jiang Zitan felt something had changed in this kiss. However, her fading logic made it impossible to judge.

When the long, lingering moment ended, Jiang Zitan was slightly out of breath; in some aspects, she was still far inferior to the “little monster” Tongtong.

“Sister, don’t be unhappy.” Tao Yitong didn’t know how to coax her sister into happiness, but she remembered that when she kissed her sister, her sister’s emotions were happy. So, she thought this would make Jiang Zitan happy.

Jiang Zitan suddenly let out a light laugh. To have Tongtong try to cheer her up this way was truly… cute.

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