Princess Syndrome - Chapter 136
Chapter 136: The Call
Su Lingyue’s mind was blank for a few seconds after hanging up. Only then did she realize that Ji Zhiyi was about to arrive. She tidied up the clothes in the room. The housekeeping service asked her every day if she needed cleaning, but Su Lingyue only accepted it every three days, so the room wasn’t messy. Still, she felt like it wasn’t tidy enough. She fiddled with a vase on the tea table for four or five minutes. Finally, she returned to the bedroom, grabbed a set of clothes, and took a quick shower.
Just as she came out, she heard the doorbell ring. She went to the door quickly without hesitation. Her heart rate accelerated as she grasped the door handle. It was pounding in her throat. She had just been thinking why she was so nervous, but now, the fingers on the hand that were holding the handle betrayed her.
They were trembling slightly from excitement. She took a deep breath and calmed herself. Just as she had managed to compose herself, she heard from outside, "Lingyue?"
Su Lingyue’s composure shattered.
She gave up trying to resist and opened the door. Ji Zhiyi was standing outside, wearing a cap and a mask, a long black down jacket, a low ponytail. The mask covered her face, but it revealed her ear with an earring. Her fair skin and black mask were a stark contrast.
It was a little—a little like a celebrity who had just finished filming and was trying to disguise themselves to avoid paparazzi.
This thought popped up in Su Lingyue's head. She wanted to laugh. She heard the familiar click of the door opening. Without thinking, she immediately pulled Ji Zhiyi into the room. Ji Zhiyi was dragged in, and the door closed. The room suddenly became quiet, so quiet that they could clearly hear the footsteps outside. They were high heels. The sound of them, tap-tap, was like thunderclaps. A small sound set off a huge wave.
Ji Zhiyi lowered her eyes, looking at Su Lingyue, who was covered in a layer of moisture. Her hair at the temples still had water droplets on it. She asked, "Did you shower?"
Su Lingyue said casually, "Yeah."
They had been separated for almost half a month. When they met again, she was trying her best to act as if nothing had happened, but her eyes were fixed on Ji Zhiyi, her gaze moving all over. "Do you want to take a shower?"
Ji Zhiyi said calmly, "I didn’t bring any clothes."
She had asked her driver to send her luggage home after getting off the plane, and then she had come directly. Su Lingyue said, "Then wear mine."
Ji Zhiyi said, "Didn't you bring my clothes?"
Su Lingyue’s ears suddenly turned red. She had brought two of Ji Zhiyi's pajamas, thinking that if she couldn't sleep at night, she could wear them and feel like Ji Zhiyi was with her and she would be able to sleep soundly. She hadn’t told Ji Zhiyi about this. But Ji Zhiyi had seen it on video. Su Lingyue glanced away. "I took them home."
Ji Zhiyi curled her lips. "When?"
Su Lingyue was annoyed. "Why are you asking so many questions? I'm saying-"
Thin lips came close, blocking the words that she was about to say. Su Lingyue’s voice was lost as Ji Zhiyi held it back. She uttered a "mm," and the reason she had been calm and collected just now instantly disintegrated. Ji Zhiyi held her waist, not even taking off her hat. Her mask was hanging from one ear, and when she kissed Su Lingyue, the edges of the mask grazed her cheek, a hint of a soft ambiguity that was both surging and gentle, like something was gently scraping Su Lingyue, making her itch.
Su Lingyue’s hands burrowed into Ji Zhiyi's down jacket. Inside the zipper, there was a soft material, her body melting into the down jacket as if she was merging with Ji Zhiyi.
Ji Zhiyi hugged Su Lingyue tight. Su Lingyue was only wearing a thin silk pajama after her shower. The material was silky and smooth. Su Lingyue felt like she had no bones. She was completely hidden in the down jacket. The warm air engulfed the two of them. Su Lingyue leaned her head back, her hands tightly embracing Ji Zhiyi, not missing a single bit of her playful tongue. It was soft, moist, and all-encompassing, drowning the two of them.
Su Lingyue leaned Ji Zhiyi backwards, hooking her legs around her. Ji Zhiyi was trapped at the edge of the sofa. Su Lingyue pinned her down, lying on her side. She then put Ji Zhiyi’s mask back on. Ji Zhiyi didn’t know what she was trying to do, but she didn't move. She lay down with her, looking at Su Lingyue.
Su Lingyue’s face was flushed as she looked at her. She took off her slippers and walked barefoot to the wall. She turned off the light, and the entire room turned dark. The curtains were also tightly shut, with not a single ray of light coming through. Just as Ji Zhiyi was about to get up, Su Lingyue pressed down on her again. Holding her, Ji Zhiyi called out, "Lingyue?"
Her voice was muffled, being trapped inside her mask.
Hearing her muffled voice, Su Lingyue's body stiffened. She seemed to really like it. Even her fingers that were on Ji Zhiyi’s body were full of fire as they danced across her. Su Lingyue leaned close to her ear. "Zhiyi."
Ji Zhiyi let her take what she wanted, looking up. She felt Su Lingyue's tongue brushing over her earlobe. She closed her eyes. "Hmm?"
Even that one simple syllable was enough to make Su Lingyue more excited.
Ji Zhiyi seemed to know why Su Lingyue had put her mask back on. Her voice was hidden underneath. It penetrated through the fabric, ringing muffledly in Su Lingyue’s ears. Su Lingyue liked this kind of restraint and disguise. It was completely different from her personality in the outside world. She preferred this hidden and secret sense of fun and happiness that only the two of them could understand. Darkness was her safe haven, and she liked to have fun with Ji Zhiyi in her safe haven.
The darker, the more secret.
The more obsessed, the more excited she became. Ji Zhiyi, knowing what she was thinking, pulled the folded blanket to the side, covering both Su Lingyue and herself. Su Lingyue's fingertips that were embedded in her body paused slightly. As if they were communicating telepathically, she called out softly, "Zhiyi."
Ji Zhiyi said, "Mm."
Gradually.
The intonation of this syllable changed.
It shattered, echoing throughout the room.
Su Lingyue lay on top of Ji Zhiyi. The room wasn't as neat and tidy as it had been before. One of Su Lingyue's feet was on the floor. Her toes touched some clothes. She pulled her foot back, tucked herself next to Ji Zhiyi, and tried to squeeze herself in, hugging her. Ji Zhiyi watched her moving around for a bit, and then twisting her waist and pressing down her legs. "What are you doing?"
The room was still dark, and no one had turned on the light. The sounds were particularly clear in the quiet room, and the sounds of their bodies rubbing against each other were also clear.
Su Lingyue pulled her leg back, leaning against Ji Zhiyi. "I was thinking about how to explain to you."
Ji Zhiyi, "Explain what?"
Then, she thought of Zhang Ting's words about Director Zhang. She had been so distracted when she had come back that she had forgotten to ask Su Lingyue. But seeing how careful she was, it was kind of adorable. Ji Zhiyi said, "Explain it then."
Her voice was a bit hoarse, not as clear as it had been when she had first come in.
She hadn’t even yelled that loudly.
Su Lingyue was curious. Her finger touched Ji Zhiyi’s neck. Ji Zhiyi was puzzled. "Lingyue?"
Her throat vibrated when she spoke. Her voice was low and hoarse. If you didn’t listen carefully, you wouldn’t have been able to hear it. But Su Lingyue had clearly detected it. She asked Ji Zhiyi, "Does your throat hurt?"
Ji Zhiyi, having been distracted, didn't think too much of it. Su Lingyue had always been like that, doing whatever she felt like doing. She said, "It’s okay."
Su Lingyue got up and, in the darkness, felt for the cup on the tea table. She held it out for Ji Zhiyi to drink. Ji Zhiyi was about to take it, but Su Lingyue didn’t let go. Ji Zhiyi drank with Su Lingyue’s hand. Su Lingyue took a sip of the warm water too. It was sweet. Then she explained, "It was Zhang Ting’s misunderstanding. She always asks me about you, and I said a little..."
Who would have known that a little bit would lead to such a big misunderstanding.
It had actually gotten to the point that it was Zhang Xian.
When Su Lingyue had realized it, she had wanted to rush to Zhang Ting and say, “My girlfriend is Ji Zhiyi! Ji Zhiyi!”
Ji Zhiyi hummed in response.
Her voice was soft and flat.
Su Lingyue sensed her mood and touched her. "What’s wrong? Are you still angry?"
Ji Zhiyi said, "I'm not angry."
She had guessed as much.
Su Lingyue turned her head. "Oh, you're not angry, huh? You don't love me?"
She was the one saying all the good and bad things. She was also the one who was trying to turn the situation around. Ji Zhiyi looked at her. In the darkness, Su Lingyue felt Ji Zhiyi's gaze fix upon her. The exposed skin felt like it had caught fire. The fire was spreading everywhere. She became shy, burying herself in Ji Zhiyi's arms.
Ji Zhiyi hugged her. They were still leaning on the sofa. The blanket had fallen on their legs. Ji Zhiyi pulled the blanket up, worried that they would catch a cold. Su Lingyue simply covered her head with the blanket, hiding her head inside.
Ji Zhiyi pulled it down a couple of times, asking her, "Are you not coming out?"
Su Lingyue, who was surrounded by warmth and fragrance, said, "I'm not coming out."
Ji Zhiyi, "Are you not having dinner?"
She had asked Su Lingyue before she had come if she had eaten yet.
Su Lingyue was silent for two seconds.
She opened her mouth. "I'm eating."
Just as Ji Zhiyi was about to speak, Su Lingyue bit her red dot. It was already red. Her skin couldn't handle her sudden moisture. The skin, scraped by her tongue, sent a sour and numbing pleasure throughout her. Ji Zhiyi pursed her lips, and her hands instantly clenched the blanket.
The blanket was twisted.
The sound of sucking echoed in the room. Ji Zhiyi’s body tensed gradually. She wanted to turn over, but Su Lingyue pulled her back. She wanted to curl up, but she only trapped Su Lingyue even tighter. The blanket rose and fell. She tilted her head, and her tight body had no strength left, completely relaxed.
After a while, Su Lingyue poked her head out from the blanket. Her nimble body moved along Ji Zhiyi’s, and she leaned against her. One of her hands pinched Ji Zhiyi's earlobe, her voice still gentle. "Zhiyi."
Ji Zhiyi leaned next to her, breathing steadily. Her body felt as if electricity had passed through her, and her emotions and senses from just now were all concentrated into a single point, completely released in Su Lingyue’s palm.
It was as if moonlight had leaked into the room.
Everywhere was her uneven breathing and her trembling voice.
Ji Zhiyi’s voice was trembling as she asked, "What's wrong?"
"I..." Before Su Lingyue could finish speaking, her phone suddenly rang. The screen lit up, and light reflected off the tea table, reaching every corner of the room. Su Lingyue paused. Ji Zhiyi glanced at her, sensing that she seemed like a balloon that had been filled with air, and then, at the moment when the light had appeared, it had lost all its air. She became tense.
Her safe haven had been illuminated, and it was no longer safe.
Shame instantly spread throughout Su Lingyue's body. Even Ji Zhiyi could sense her unease. Su Lingyue, without thinking, was about to hang up the phone when Ji Zhiyi, faster than her, reached out and grasped Su Lingyue’s wrist.
Su Lingyue turned her head to look at her. Ji Zhiyi’s expression was calm. Su Lingyue tried to pretend to be nonchalant, but her eyes were bright with worry. She blinked, struggling a bit, her voice soft. "Let go of me."
Ji Zhiyi looked at her and didn't move.
Their roles were as if they had switched. Su Lingyue had left her safe haven and had come into Ji Zhiyi’s world.
Ji Zhiyi held one of Su Lingyue's wrists with one hand and used her leg to block Su Lingyue from moving. Su Lingyue looked at her, confused. Ji Zhiyi didn't say much. She simply used her other hand to pick up the noisy phone from the tea table. The screen glowed. Ji Zhiyi placed the phone on the arm of the sofa, turning her back to it and hugging Su Lingyue in her arms.
Su Lingyue's back pressed against the softness.
The only source of light flickered, and the entire room became dim, then bright again. Su Lingyue was about to ask what Ji Zhiyi wanted to do when she felt her thin lips on her shoulder, kissing her way upwards. Her hand went down her waist while Ji Zhiyi’s muffled voice, a little hoarse, whispered into her ear, "Answer the phone."
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