Substitute Lover [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 84

“Teach me?”

Ji Fan looked at her quietly, a flash of light in her dark eyes, and asked with interest.

Jiang Cha was held by her, gently leaning against her neck.

From this angle, she could only see the fine downy hair on Ji Fan’s slender, pale neck, but not her expression.

“Mm. You need to be obedient then,” Jiang Cha exhaled with her red lips close to Ji Fan’s ear, “You can’t be too aggressive, and don’t touch me, okay?”

Where Jiang Cha couldn’t see, Ji Fan’s red lips curved slightly.

She hummed in agreement, kissed her forehead, and said, “Okay, I’ll listen to you.”

She was curious about how Jiang Cha planned to “teach.”

The parrot stood on the lamp, tilting its head to look at them. The butler had left, and only a few maids remained, dining in the side hall of the adjacent building.

The room was spacious.

Jiang Cha didn’t notice her expression and led her hand upstairs toward the bedroom.

The bedroom was upstairs. The master bedroom was large; shallow, white horizontal lattice folding glass doors separated the large bed from the wooden coffee table and sofa used for lounging. Above the partition was a glass dome with a sky pool, and shifting bright white light reflected from the slight movement of the water onto the oak-colored floor.

The lighting was just right.

It made their skin look even fairer.

The air was very quiet, with a subtle, ambiguous intimacy.

Passing the adjacent study, Jiang Cha quickly slipped in, found her bag on the coat rack, rummaged through it, and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.

She had bought them a few days ago. They were light pink, clearly not a serious item. Jiang Cha blushed slightly and hid the handcuffs in her side pocket. The skirt Jiang Cha was wearing had a wide hem, and the two decorative side pockets were large enough to fit them perfectly.

As long as Ji Fan didn’t touch that spot, they truly wouldn’t be easy to find.

Jiang Cha was determined to let her fully enjoy herself before telling her the truth.

After all, last time, she clearly had a strong reaction.

She was so comfortable that her toes curled up; she shouldn’t have been resistant. These things had to be tried, after all. How would she know if she disliked it without trying? Jiang Cha softly laughed to herself. Maybe when Ji Fan’s memory recovered, she would even want to do it again.

Ji Fan was sent off by her to take a shower.

Jiang Cha quietly looked around the room.

On the light rosewood bedside table, there was a small aloe plant, an aroma diffuser, and a vase with two or three roses.

Hmm—

Her gaze shifted.

Next to the large soft bed, against the shallow lake-colored wall, was a wall lamp. The lamp holder, with its slender bracket, was the perfect height and width to… handcuff someone’s wrist.

It was so sturdy that once secured, there would be no escaping.

“Shall we start?”

Ji Fan had finished bathing. A faint, warm fragrance, slightly damp, emanated from her—so real and appealing.

She was wearing a celadon-colored silk nightgown. Beneath the thin shoulder straps, the soft, snow-white expanse of her chest was partially concealed by the outer fabric. The hollowed trim made her skin look delicate and soft, thin and pale, as if a light suck would leave a red mark.

Ji Fan smoothed a strand of hair near her ear and sat sideways on the bed.

She turned her head, held a towel, gently wiped the ends of her hair, and looked up, her bright eyes staring directly at Jiang Cha.

For some reason, Jiang Cha’s heart suddenly skipped twice, sensing an unusual danger.

At the same time, her heartbeat suddenly went out of control.

Was it nervousness?

“Wait, let’s draw the curtains.”

The curtains slowly closed.

“Do you want some water?”

Jiang Cha asked in a low voice.

“Are you thirsty?” Ji Fan picked up the teacup from the bedside table, poured her a glass of water, and asked softly, “Didn’t you just drink some?”

Jiang Cha lowered her eyes, her face slightly flushed.

She picked up the cup and took a sip of water. Then she looked closely at Ji Fan again. The other woman had quietly lowered her gaze, her long eyelashes were damp, making them look dark, soft, slender, and very innocent.

Mm, just like the past few days. Nothing has changed.

Jiang Cha felt relieved.

Looking at Ji Fan’s pure and harmless appearance, a certain unmentionable desire in her heart soared. It was like a small animal living inside her, its curiosity rampant, its claws already extended, secretly wanting to scratch her a bit.

What would her reaction be?

Jiang Cha moved closer, her soft, delicate long hair draped over her shoulder, brushing against Ji Fan’s collarbone. Her slender, pale fingertips trembled slightly. She slipped off the light outer garment covering Ji Fan’s shoulder, and her palm touched a patch of pale, cool skin.

It was her shoulder.

Thin, rounded, and slightly cool.

Her fingertips glided from her shoulder, touching the fair, translucent collarbone.

Jiang Cha lowered her head and kissed it, pressing against her pale neck and gently sucking. Her lips felt warm and soft, as if touching her warm carotid artery, the blood flow faintly throbbing.

As she kissed, she lifted her eyelids, looking up at Ji Fan.

Her gaze was very focused.

Jiang Cha had a pair of very beautiful eyes, gentle and clean. When she lowered her gaze, her pale eyelids looked innocent and harmless. When she looked up, her dark pupils always held a hint of a smile, her gaze soft like the tide in spring.

Ji Fan pulled away slightly. As she lowered her eyes, her thick, long eyelashes fluttered down, concealing her subtle emotional shift and the faint moisture in her eyes. She whispered, “It tickles.”

It wasn’t actually ticklish.

It was a subtle feeling, the same as last time, that left her feeling helpless.

Jiang Cha lifted the loose strands of hair from her shoulder, kissed her nose tip, and said, “You need to listen. Be obedient.”

Hmm?

What kind of thing was that to say?

She found it a little amusing but kept her face composed, remaining calm.

Ji Fan watched her, waiting composedly.

Jiang Cha was oblivious, her dark eyes slightly bright, eagerly anticipating doing something naughty.

Ji Fan’s lips curved slightly.

Go on.

Let’s see what else she can do.

In any case, she’ll “fight back.”

She just wondered if it would scare Jiang Cha when she did.

Ji Fan lowered her eyes, watching her quietly, her gaze carrying a hint of a smile, though almost imperceptible.

The moment Jiang Cha looked up at her, Ji Fan reverted to her innocent, pure state.

She remained expressionless, perfectly calm, switching seamlessly between the two states.

The sunlight slanted down, casting the shadow of the pool water. The light was transparent, like the bottom of the ocean, slowly shifting.

Jiang Cha’s hands were soft and slightly warm. Her slender arms wrapped around Ji Fan’s waist, reaching toward her back, touching a cool small object. She tugged at the zipper pull, undoing the delicate zipper all the way down.

Ji Fan’s pale back was completely exposed.

Her back instantly felt a chill.

Ji Fan was originally composed, but the pull made her slightly flustered.

“Don’t,” Ji Fan clutched the celadon nightgown, afraid she would strip the front as well, and blurted out, “Don’t come closer.”

Jiang Cha leaned in, kissed her forehead, and continued, “You’re the bottom. You need to be good. Big Sister will love you.”

Ji Fan: “?”

Big Sister?

Ji Fan was two years older than Jiang Cha. She had never taken the age difference seriously and had never let Jiang Cha call her Big Sister. Now, she was preempted by her, and the feeling in her heart was incredibly subtle.

“Who is Big Sister?” Ji Fan asked.

“I am.”

Jiang Cha’s expression was serious, even carrying a hint of feigned sadness that was almost convincing: “You used to love calling me that.”

Ji Fan: “…”

Jiang Cha lifted the hair that hung down, tucking it behind her ear, revealing her small, fair earlobe: “Say it a few more times.”

Ji Fan looked at her quietly, a faint blush appearing on her smooth, fair earlobe.

Jiang Cha waited composedly for her.

“Bi- Big Sister…”

If she didn’t say it, Jiang Cha might figure out that her memory had returned. But Ji Fan didn’t want her to know so soon—she still wanted to see what else Jiang Cha could “teach” her.

Jiang Cha gently curved her red lips, couldn’t help but chuckle, and then took Ji Fan’s wrist. Her slender wrist was very pale and thin. Jiang Cha held both of Ji Fan’s hands together and raised them above her head.

Ji Fan couldn’t help but find it amusing.

Jiang Cha’s strength had always been small. Did she really think she could grab her wrists, raise them above her head like she used to, and then do whatever she wanted?

Impossible.

But then, she couldn’t laugh anymore.

Almost instantly, Jiang Cha pulled out a pair of handcuffs from her skirt pocket and, with a click, secured them to Ji Fan’s wrist.

Her wrist felt icy. The handcuffs were attached to the bracket of the wall lamp.

Jiang Cha had handcuffed her.

Ji Fan was startled, and her fair, thin wrist struggled violently, but she was securely fastened, and it was useless.

Only then did she slowly sense a feeling of crisis.

Jiang Cha’s warm, soft little hand gently stroked her back, her waist, and then moved lower.

The nightgown, already loose, was stripped away by her.

Jiang Cha began to kiss her, the slightly cool and slick touch of her lips moving from her slender neck to her collarbone, and then to her warm, soft chest.

Ji Fan: “!”

Her pale fingertips curled up, a faint blush spread across her cheeks, and she continuously shrank back.

Jiang Cha kissed her, almost pressing against her heart, and whispered, “Don’t be afraid.”