Substitute Lover [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 78

The night was deep, the door ajar, with only a faint orange light spilling out from the crack.

The surroundings were quiet, every sound muted.

Ji Fan leaned back against the soft pillow, her long eyelashes gently spread, watching Jiang Cha. A look of nervousness flashed across her clear, black-and-white eyes.

At this moment, any more words were superfluous.

Her cool, pale fingertips curled up.

Jiang Cha’s raven hair was spread out like silk, her lips were vermilion, her skin snow-white, and her eyes were like stars, particularly bright under the lamplight. She gazed at Ji Fan seriously, her expression slowly softening, and she kissed her nose tip with focused tenderness.

“Just relax.”

Ji Fan’s pajamas were a crossed-collar, tie-up style. The black silk shimmered with a satin softness in the dim light, and the thin tie hung down, fastened at her waist. Jiang Cha moved closer, embracing her waist, gently kissing her earlobe, burying her head in the hollow of her shoulder, kissing her collarbone lightly, and then biting it softly.

The pressure was light. The moist, soft touch of her lips was like a small, slender snake suddenly slipping under Ji Fan’s collar. She couldn’t help but shrink back.

It was a slightly foreign feeling, like flowing water; the instant softness and warmth caught her off guard.

“It will be very comfortable.”

Jiang Cha whispered, “Don’t be nervous.”

Jiang Cha’s hand moved up to her lower back, rubbing her slender, soft waist through the delicate silk fabric, one stroke after another, her fingers deftly untying the sash.

“Don’t.”

Ji Fan pushed her away, “I…”

Jiang Cha looked up, “What’s wrong?”

A look of embarrassment flashed in Ji Fan’s eyes. She turned her head, her long hair falling over her shoulder, her fair earlobe glowing red and impossibly hot: “Aren’t we going too fast?”

“Too fast for what?”

Jiang Cha looked at her, a bit of moisture clinging to her rosy lips. Under the light, her clear, crystalline eyes held a hint of dampness, making her look indescribably beautiful and moving.

Ji Fan stared blankly, a strange palpitation in her heart.

“You’re not used to it yet?”

Jiang Cha kissed her forehead, resting her forehead against Ji Fan’s smooth skin, and said softly, “We used to do this often.”

Ji Fan’s slender eyelashes were very close, and her eyes were very innocent. With a gentle blink, the soft tips brushed against Jiang Cha’s nose tip, causing a slight tickle.

It wasn’t that she wasn’t used to it.

It was just that it seemed a little different from what she thought.

Ji Fan searched her memory for a moment. She remembered that in this kind of act, one person was dominant, and the other passively received.

But, which one was she?

“Were we like this before?”

Ji Fan looked at her, “I feel like it’s not quite right.”

“Before?” Jiang Cha took her fingers, which were hidden under the soft blanket, kissed them at the tips, and said without changing her expression, “It’s always been like this.”

Ji Fan blinked, “No, this kind of thing is divided into—”

Jiang Cha placed her index finger on Ji Fan’s lips and said, “I know what you mean.” She smoothed the pillow under Ji Fan’s lower back, leaned close to her ear, and whispered, “You are a pillow princess. You always have been. Do you understand what I mean?”

A soft voice came to her ear, with gentle breaths.

Her ear felt slightly itchy. Ji Fan turned her head to look at her: “Pillow princess?”

“It means pure bottom. All you have to do is lie down and not move. Leave the rest to me,” Jiang Cha said confidently.

The small room was like a boat, and outside the window, a light rain began to fall, bringing with it the faint, rustling sound of raindrops hitting the glass.

Jiang Cha’s hair was loose, black and soft. When she lowered her gaze, it covered her side profile, only revealing her snow-white, jade-like nose tip.

“Don’t be nervous.”

Jiang Cha gently kissed her ear.

Her voice was beautiful, like a slow stream in the mountains, soft and clear, soothing and comfortable to listen to. Ji Fan’s initial nervousness and awkwardness dissolved in this boundless tenderness. She slowly relaxed, her fingertips moving to gently caress Jiang Cha’s waist in response.

Jiang Cha unfastened her loose pajamas, gently kissed her collarbone, and moved down. Her cool nose tip touched Ji Fan’s warm chest, where she gently sucked on the soft, white flesh. Her pair of delicate hands, which had been kneading her lower back, moved behind her, unhooking the metal clasp.

The sounds gradually blurred. In the quiet night, only the warm, slightly trembling breath of the person beneath could be heard, harmonizing with the rhythm of the fine rain outside the window.

The chiffon-like lamplight shone down, illuminating the woman on the bed.

Ji Fan’s snow-white body was nestled in the dark, soft silk. Scarlet marks, like fallen cherry blossoms, appeared on her lush skin, suggesting imminent bloom.

In this quiet rain and spring night, the intoxicating atmosphere slowly fermented and spread, perfectly suited for such intimate and ambiguous acts.

“Does that feel good?”

Her palm enveloped a warm, soft peach. Ji Fan reacted, like a small white dove, gently pecking at her.

She had disliked this kind of direct touch before, so this area of her skin had rarely had such direct contact. It was excessively clean, and excessively sensitive.

Very sensitive.

Jiang Cha chuckled softly.

Ji Fan’s soft, long eyelashes drooped, and she was very quiet.

Only her eyelashes fluttered slightly, showing extreme helplessness.

Jiang Cha kissed her earlobe, moving up from the back of her neck, gently kissing her fair skin, a warm stream of air slowly exhaled. Her kisses were very gentle, the long, soft foreplay was like warm spring water, washing over her repeatedly, allowing her to relax and ease.

The skin in her palm was very delicate. Jiang Cha gently kneaded it for a moment, and Ji Fan’s breathing near her ear began to tremble and heat up. Jiang Cha found her lips, kissed her, and her soft, white fingers reached into the thick forest of her hair, cupping the back of her head.

Feeling the slight sweat on her fingertips, she whispered, “Are you hot?”

Ji Fan’s lips were a vibrant red, slightly hot against Jiang Cha’s body. She was breathing slightly, her chest rising and falling.

Jiang Cha continued to kiss her.

Light kisses, moving down from her forehead. Her brow, nose tip, chest, lower abdomen—soft and delicate, like peach petals, soft and fragrant.

Such soft lips kissed her body, patiently and gently.

The fine rain outside the window pattered, seeming to have lessened, leaving only sporadic rustling sounds. The sound of rain hitting the leaves was exceptionally soft and moist.

There was a moist, clean fragrance between their skin, warm and moving. Jiang Cha lowered her head, slowly moving down inch by inch.

Her fingertips glided over the inner side of her thigh, gently brushing against it.

But then, Ji Fan suddenly bent her long legs like a startled bird and even pulled the quilt over a certain area.