Substitute Lover [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 79

The night was excessively quiet. All that could be heard was the chirping of small insects hiding in the grass outside the window, a sound that was slightly damp, ethereal, and tranquil in the rainy night.

Ji Fan pulled a corner of the off-white cotton blanket to cover her underwear, covering from her upper thighs to her lower abdomen, only exposing her two bent, snow-white long legs. She felt awkward but forced herself to look calm. It was damp beneath her—a very strange sensation that left her bewildered.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

Jiang Cha loved her eyes the most.

Clean, clear black and white, with long outer corners. When her thin eyelids drooped, she looked slightly heartless, but when she looked up, a hint of innocence emerged in her gaze. Her dark pupils were slightly moist, clearly nervous, yet she feigned calmness.

Jiang Cha leaned in and kissed her lips. She didn’t answer Ji Fan; instead, she reached her hand under the blanket and grasped Ji Fan’s thin, white ankle.

“Spread your legs,” Jiang Cha said.

Her gaze was focused and gentle, and her voice was soft.

Ji Fan’s face flushed instantly, and her heart pounded rapidly. She turned her head, her long eyelashes trembling, stubbornly holding her body stiff.

Jiang Cha gently squeezed her ankle and moved an inch closer, her soft, beautiful eyes looking down at her. Ji Fan’s thick, long eyelashes fluttered, and her fair, jade-like profile was already beaded with fine sweat. She closed her eyes; all she could see was Jiang Cha’s slightly parted red lips.

And her gentle, firm gaze.

It was very moving.

Jiang Cha held her, embracing the thin cotton blanket she was using for cover. Ji Fan was curled up so neatly and obediently—a sight never seen before—like a timid rag doll.

Jiang Cha couldn’t help but smile and kissed her smooth forehead again. The gentle kiss was warm and firm, moving from her warm brow to her icy nose tip, and then resting on her lips.

She continued to kiss her without stopping.

The kiss heightened the temperature, and time flowed like water, seemingly without boundaries.

Jiang Cha stroked her fair neck, feeling a layer of fine sweat on her fingertips. Ji Fan’s loose long hair clung damply to her back. In the long, soft kissing, she slowly softened, like a mimosa plant whose leaves curl up at the slightest touch. Her curled limbs unfolded and relaxed inch by inch.

Flipping back the blanket, Jiang Cha pressed against her, hooking her waist, turning her head slightly, and slowly deepening the kiss.

In the quiet rainy night, a wet, splashing sound was heard.

Lips and teeth intertwined.

Jiang Cha was wearing a moon-white silk nightgown with thin shoulder straps and a light tulle skirt that landed just above her thighs, soft and delicate, as if it could drift away with the breeze. Her long, smooth hair lay on her slender shoulders, cool and dark, pure and beautiful, like a sprite’s.

The rain continued incessantly throughout the night.

The air was humid, warm, and soft. The clam shell submerged in the water was open, its soft flesh obscured by thin water grass. A small fish touched the water grass, gently brushing and pecking through the thin layer of leaves, scattering water droplets.

The white, soft shell visibly trembled, contracting intensely.

“Does it feel good?” Jiang Cha sucked on her neck, kissed her ear, and asked softly, “Do you like it?”

Jiang Cha rubbed against her again, this time through the fabric.

Ji Fan let out a muffled “Mm.”

Her voice sounded as if it had been soaked by the rain outside, soft and a little gentle.

The former arrogance was dissolved by the gentle kisses. Ji Fan closed her eyes, her red lips slightly parted.

Only soft pants remained.

Jiang Cha leaned in and kissed her.

A deep kiss, more ardent than before. But soon, Jiang Cha vaguely sensed something was off. For instance, Ji Fan seemed more aroused and somewhat more aggressive than before. Her soft lips and teeth pressed with an undeniable force.

Gradually, she took control.

Ji Fan’s hand moved to Jiang Cha’s waist, pulling her tightly against herself.

Jiang Cha was wearing a light jacket over her shoulders, its satin fabric subtly shimmering. Her hair hung down, and her fair arms wrapped bonelessly around Ji Fan’s neck. The soft silk fabric was light and flowed, outlining a beautiful, soft curve.

This scene felt somewhat familiar.

Ji Fan continued, following an instinct.

The black pajamas had been peeled off by Jiang Cha and were loosely piled around her waist, but the person sitting on her lap was still wearing the obstructive nightgown.

Ji Fan couldn’t help but peel off Jiang Cha’s outerwear, gently caressing her exposed shoulder and smooth back, then moving to her waist.

The side of her waist was kneaded by Ji Fan’s warm hand. The feeling was familiar and tender, and a sudden rush of bittersweet softness came over her. Jiang Cha felt transported back to a moment in the past, her thoughts swirling. She couldn’t tell if it was longing or arousal, but she finally leaned in.

She kissed Ji Fan delicately.

With an emotion far more intense than before.

Such proactive intimacy.

Ji Fan was momentarily stunned, her fair fingertips untied the ribbon at Jiang Cha’s neck, hooked her waist, and pulled her toward herself.

A warm, round fullness pressed against her chest. Jiang Cha’s waist was slender, her chest full and soft. A light crimson mist rose on her snow-white cheeks, her long eyelashes dropped, her eyes moist, and the corners of her eyes held a thin redness, like shy embarrassment.

No, stop.

Jiang Cha rested her head on Ji Fan’s shoulder, breathing quickly.

How did it turn out like this?

She straightened up, still feeling flushed, but said firmly, “Let’s stop.”