Amnesia Trap (GL) - Chapter 8
“How can you call it chasing her away?” Hearing her say this, Ji Qingfan showed a look of disagreement. “She genuinely didn’t pay attention to Zhi Zhi’s physical condition and affected Zhi Zhi’s rest.”
It could be said that every action and every word Ji Qingfan spoke right now was unexpected by Sheng Zhi.
The creation of one lie is destined to be masked by countless others. Listening to her sweet and charming tone, and pondering her earlier claim of jealousy, Sheng Zhi felt even more intrigued: “Then doesn’t your presence here affect my rest?”
The hand encircling her waist tightened. Ji Qingfan buried her face into Sheng Zhi’s neck and shoulder. The woman’s voice sounded muffled and a little wronged, making Sheng Zhi feel that spot on her skin was warmer than elsewhere: “I’m different from her. Zhi Zhi and I are wives; how could it be the same?”
Sheng Zhi took in all of her reactions.
—If she had truly lost her memory, then facing Ji Qingfan like this, she wouldn’t be as resistant as she was at the very beginning.
So, Sheng Zhi acted as if she were slowly adapting and getting used to it, no longer obstructing Ji Qingfan’s actions.
But only no longer obstructing, not responding.
If she responded too quickly, her attitude before and after would be mismatched, so she deliberately maintained a slightly awkward manner, reluctantly accepting Ji Qingfan’s claim that they were wives.
Yet, with just this vague acknowledgment, Ji Qingfan looked very happy and satisfied, clinging even closer to her with soft words, every gesture expressing her need for Sheng Zhi.
This inevitably made Sheng Zhi recall the Ji Qingfan she knew in everyday life.
The cold, expressionless, slightly frowning, diligently working… Ji Qingfan.
She seemed to always have the same face to the outside world, like a rare, aloof flower, never seen getting close to anyone, with an inherent sense of distance.
Precisely because she had seen those versions of Ji Qingfan, facing this clingy, strangely delicate Ji Qingfan now, the contrast felt even greater.
Although Sheng Zhi knew deep down that this was all fake, she still had the illusion of glimpsing the other side of the woman, as all of this was too different from the image she held.
Actually, a long time ago, she had imagined Ji Qingfan behaving this way towards her. During the period when their relationship was at its worst, she couldn’t out-argue her or defeat her. This frustration manifested in her dreams. In her midnight fantasies, either Ji Qingfan would be bullied by her to the point of tearfully begging for mercy, or she would be submissive and dependent on her.
The more aloof Ji Qingfan was in reality, the more drastically different she was in her dreams.
Those dreams were blurry, but Sheng Zhi would wake up with her hairline damp with sweat, feeling immensely excited.
The only regrettable thing was that the real-life Ji Qingfan would never show such a demeanor.
But now…
Sheng Zhi suddenly felt that if this ridiculous game hadn’t ended after a month, continuing it wouldn’t be impossible.
At least for now, she was enjoying the stimulation and hadn’t gotten bored of it.
In these few moments, Sheng Zhi herself didn’t realize that the protectiveness she felt towards Jiang Wanyin after she was told to leave had long been tossed out the window.
Ji Qingfan held her sweetly, and at the angle Sheng Zhi couldn’t see, her pupils darkened with an obscure emotion.
Her Zhi Zhi only needed to focus her attention on her.
Sheng Zhi was a little confused when she saw Ji Qingfan’s assistant come in holding a quilt.
Ji Qingfan took the quilt from the assistant and sent her out, explaining softly to Sheng Zhi: “Didn’t the previous blanket fall to the floor? This is a chance to give Zhi Zhi a softer and more comfortable one.”
The new blanket was indeed much more comfortable than the hospital’s. Just a touch was enough to tell the huge difference between the two. Sheng Zhi looked at it and saw it was the French brand she usually used.
In truth, the previous blanket hadn’t completely fallen to the floor. Most people would have found this a bit of an overreaction, but Sheng Zhi didn’t. She only felt satisfied.
Happy, she curled up like a cat, rubbing her cheek against the quilt. Her eyes, looking at Ji Qingfan, were watery, but her tone remained incredibly spoiled: “I didn’t realize it, but you actually have some sense.”
She was so engrossed in rubbing the blanket that she didn’t realize her hair was slightly messed up. Her thick, curled eyelashes blinked, making the arrogant words that came from her pale pink lips only sound unconsciously adorable.
Ji Qingfan met her gaze, paused, and for once didn’t respond. Her eyes, clear as crystal, reflected only the current image of Sheng Zhi.
Sheng Zhi became slightly dissatisfied when she didn’t get an immediate answer: “Ji Qingfan, why aren’t you saying anything?”
Hearing her voice again, Ji Qingfan returned to her senses as if waking from a trance.
She smiled gently: “Nothing. I was just looking at you.”
“Your hair is all messy, you know.” As she spoke, Ji Qingfan leaned in, her fingertips brushing against the ruffled strands, as if to meticulously smooth them out for her.
Since childhood, Sheng Zhi was accustomed to being cared for and pampered. Hearing this, she naturally shifted her posture, waiting for her to put the messy strands back in place: “Then hurry up.”
But even after tidying it, Ji Qingfan didn’t move her fingertips away.
Instead, they lingered, shifting from fingertips to lips, and she carefully, cautiously, and lightly kissed Sheng Zhi’s lips, just like a dragonfly dipping into water.
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