Amnesia Trap (GL) - Chapter 15

Sheng Zhi’s gaze almost involuntarily followed Ji Qingfan’s fingertips.

Although she wasn’t too willing to admit it, in all fairness, Ji Qingfan did possess a remarkable and captivating appearance, and her full lips were particularly luscious and delicate.

As their eyes met, Ji Qingfan gently winked at her.

Every move was filled with an implicit metaphor and hint that only adults could understand.

Sheng Zhi’s breath hitched. The corners of her eyes, already red from holding her breath in exasperation, instantly turned even redder.

This was truly…

She bit her lip, wanting to tell Ji Qingfan she was shameless.

But before she could speak, her phone rang.

Sheng Zhi checked and saw it was Jiang Wanyin calling.

Ji Qingfan looked at her, thoughtfully: “Are you not going to answer? Or… can you not answer in front of me?”

The phone continued to ring. Sheng Zhi felt that Ji Qingfan’s words sounded strange no matter how she heard them.

“Why wouldn’t I answer? I’ll answer right now—”

Saying that, Sheng Zhi picked up the call: “What is it?”

“What is what?” Jiang Wanyin’s voice came through the receiver, sounding a little confused. “Zhi Zhi, weren’t you going to mess up Ji Qingfan’s date? Why hasn’t it been so long, and you’re not back? Did something unexpected happen…”

“…”

Sheng Zhi regretted answering the call after hearing the first half of that sentence. However, it was also at this moment that she realized she had left Jiang Wanyin waiting in the car earlier.

—If Jiang Wanyin hadn’t called, she would likely have forgotten entirely.

“Hello? Hello? Zhi Zhi, are you listening?”

Sheng Zhi snapped back to reality, realizing something, her ears flushed. She quickly covered the phone, trying to conceal her location, and said into the phone: “I’m fine, you…”

As she spoke, she suddenly felt her leg under the table being hooked and rubbed.

Sheng Zhi shivered all over from the small action.

She instantly looked at the culprit—Ji Qingfan, sitting opposite her, resting her chin on her hand and looking at her.

Ji Qingfan’s expression hadn’t changed at all, but Sheng Zhi could clearly feel how the tip of the other woman’s high heel lingered on her leg, and how it brought up those subtle, feather-like tingles of itchiness.

Ji Qingfan’s movement was too sudden.

Sheng Zhi was startled, her eyes slightly widened.

—If she were a cat, all her fur would be bristling right now.

But the expensive tablecloth of the upscale restaurant concealed all the ambiguity. No one knew the intimate play going on; on the surface, everything looked perfectly proper.

Sheng Zhi’s voice first faltered unconsciously, then died down completely. Jiang Wanyin on the other end heard the oddness and pressed: “Zhi Zhi, are you sure nothing unexpected happened on your end? Why do you sound so strange?”

“…No, I’m hanging up.” Sensing the growing intensity of Ji Qingfan’s movements, Sheng Zhi dared not say another word and abruptly hung up on Jiang Wanyin.

She glared at Ji Qingfan, her face completely flushed, driven by anger, but mostly by the heat of being teased and provoked in this manner.

She had been on the phone just now. How could Ji Qingfan…

She lowered her voice and snapped back at her, deliberately using the nastiest words possible, as if that would allow her to reclaim the upper hand: “Ji Qingfan, are you sexually frustrated? First, it’s hush money, and now you’re rubbing up against me… Wouldn’t people be shocked to know how thirsty you are in private?”

Ji Qingfan listened to her insult and appeared completely unfazed, even curving her fox-like eyes as if she were in a good mood.

She spoke as softly as Sheng Zhi had: “You said it yourself, that’s what others think. I only act this way towards you.”

“Besides, if you ask me, Zhi Zhi is the wicked one. She wants me to keep quiet after messing things up, yet she won’t even give me the hush money… That’s too naughty, isn’t it?”

Saying this, she lifted the corner of her eye and looked at Sheng Zhi reproachfully.

Listening to her words, the feeling of being unable to win an argument against Ji Qingfan washed over Sheng Zhi again and again, making her head buzz with anger.

“Fine, I’ll give it to you. It’s just hush money, isn’t it?” Burning with rage, she instead started to smile.

Sheng Zhi stood up, grabbed Ji Qingfan’s arm, and started dragging her towards the restroom.

She used great force, gripping Ji Qingfan’s wrist tightly. Ji Qingfan was probably hurt by the pressure, letting out a thin gasp from her lips.

Sheng Zhi didn’t loosen her grip or look back, pulling her furiously all the way into the restroom.

Every restroom stall in this restaurant was a separate, fully enclosed design.

Under the bright lights, the cool-toned design reflected a shining, crescent-like glow.

The air was humid and hot.

Ji Qingfan was pressed against the wall by her, her head slightly tilted back.

She had no footing, and her wrists were clasped together. She relied entirely on the person in front of her to maintain balance.

Sheng Zhi was emotional and didn’t give her a chance to breathe.

All of Ji Qingfan’s inexperience and gradual skill began with Sheng Zhi, and it was all returned to her.

Ji Qingfan slid down, unable to stand, but Sheng Zhi wedged her knee in to keep her pinned.

She thought she must be crazy. She could have found another way to make Ji Qingfan keep quiet, but instead, she actually used this method, fulfilling Ji Qingfan’s suggestion.

She held Ji Qingfan’s wrists with one hand and wrapped the other around her waist, unconsciously trapping her securely.

Sheng Zhi’s mind was a mess of conflicting thoughts. She was both self-loathing and strangely excited.

Ji Qingfan had a cool, slender elegance, yet she felt soft and very comfortable to hold. Sheng Zhi勉强 found a reason to continue for herself.

But Sheng Zhi didn’t realize that, more than emotion, this kind of sensory surrender was the most irresistible and addictive kind of fall.

She kissed wantonly, watching Ji Qingfan’s vulnerable form tremble under her kiss, almost retaliating intentionally, paying her back for the verbal and physical teasing.

Sheng Zhi took in Ji Qingfan’s appearance, and darker, more outrageous thoughts welled up uncontrollably—after all, Ji Qingfan was the one who asked for “hush money,” wasn’t she?

She rediscovered that exhilarating, dizzying feeling, and for a moment, she felt that this was how it should be; Ji Qingfan should look like this for her.

Perhaps because she couldn’t breathe, Ji Qingfan’s face was completely flushed, looking like it could drip with water—pitiful yet seductive. She was still wearing her formal white suit, but coupled with her current state, it only created a contrast of extreme sensuality.

Subtle sounds amplified in the quiet space.

When they finally separated, Ji Qingfan couldn’t stand on her own. Even after her wrist was released, the red marks from being gripped for so long were starkly visible.

Her rosy, glistening lips were parted, and her gaze was slightly unfocused.

Ji Qingfan rested her hand on Sheng Zhi’s shoulder and her head on Sheng Zhi’s neck. She seemed truly overwhelmed, her body still trembling slightly with her breathing.

“Zhi Zhi, your knee… stop…”

She hummed incoherently.

Sheng Zhi couldn’t hear clearly. Her attention was drawn to Ji Qingfan’s body, and she was unaware that a mark had been left on the part she couldn’t see.

She heard the word “stop” and thought Ji Qingfan was uncomfortable with her knee digging in. Hearing this, she pressed her knee in even harder: “Ji Qingfan, weren’t you the one demanding hush money? Why are you telling me to stop now?”

She pinched Ji Qingfan’s chin and lifted her flushed face. Seeing the woman instinctively stick out her tongue to meet her, Sheng Zhi deliberately humiliated her: “But I’ve found you’re truly desperate. You get this wanton just from a kiss. You really should let others see you like this.”

After saying that, Sheng Zhi released Ji Qingfan. She didn’t check if the other woman could stand, smoothed out her own clothes, washed her hands, and then left without another look at Ji Qingfan.

The restroom door closed again. Ji Qingfan’s breathing was still erratic. She supported herself on the sink, looking at her reflection in the mirror.

Her lips were slightly swollen; anyone could see what kind of passionate kissing the owner of those lips had just experienced.

She extended her finger and traced the outline of her lips with a look of obsession, chasing the residual warmth.

She was somewhat thankful that her clothes weren’t too thin, or she would have felt the obvious dampness the moment Sheng Zhi pressed her knee in.

Ji Qingfan suddenly realized something.

Once a certain desire has a beginning, it only reveals a deeper chasm. It will crave more.

Not enough. Still not enough.

Like right now, she desperately wanted to be with Sheng Zhi in front of the mirror…

Doing it.

She wanted more.