After Abandoning Her, She Discovered That Her Partner Was a Paranoid - Chapter 25

Zhou Xubai had already settled into a corner on the other side of the room. Jing Feizuo glanced over casually, clicked her tongue, and ultimately plopped down next to Wen Jin.

“Don’t get too carried away,” she warned.

The others responded with perfunctory nods.

Amy spun the bottle, and the first round began.

The bottle pointed directly at Amy, who exclaimed excitedly, “Truth! I choose truth!”

Someone immediately drew a pre-written card from the pile on the table, but without even glancing at it, they asked ominously, “In your thesis chapter on ‘The Capitalization of Contemporary Art,’ were you criticizing me?”

Amy burst into laughter. “You’re just projecting!”

When the bottle pointed at Jing Feizuo in the second round, she cursed inwardly.

Maintaining a composed facade, she swiftly drew a truth card from the center pile.

But after deciphering the crookedly scrawled words, she nearly spat out the water she had just swallowed.

Xia Lin leaned in curiously and read aloud, “Is your current s3x life more satisfying than it was in college?”

Jing Feizuo rolled her eyes. “Yes.”

Someone urged, “Elaborate?”

Jing Feizuo glared at her. “That’s for the next question.”

When the results of the third round were announced, Jing Feizuo wondered if she should have consulted the almanac before leaving home that day.

She pressed her tongue against her back teeth, about to reach for a card, when someone snatched it first.

The person looked at the card, their eyes lighting up with mischief. “Would you consider getting back together with an ex?”

Jing Feizuo felt the person to her left stiffen, while a burning gaze from the corner locked onto her.

Instinctively, she avoided that gaze.

“No,” she answered honestly.

The next few rounds passed without involving Jing Feizuo. Just as she was about to rekindle her interest in gossiping with her friends, the bottle slowly came to rest on Zhou Xubai.

Her mischievous friends eagerly asked the question she least wanted to hear right now: “Xubai, who was your most unforgettable partner?”

The burning gaze hadn’t wavered, and a sudden sense of foreboding washed over Jing Feizuo.

Sure enough, as if seeking revenge, she heard her junior Zhou’s soft voice: “Of course it’s Senior Jing. My first love. I even learned how to kiss from her back then.”

The crowd erupted in a clamor, finally having their gossip cravings satisfied. Some even whistled.

All eyes shifted to Jing Feizuo, as if she had suddenly become a different person.

When the bottle pointed at Wen Jin, the lively atmosphere paused for a moment.

Wen Jin’s commanding presence was too strong; no one dared to heckle her.

Finally, Wen Jin took the card herself, raising an eyebrow. “Choose someone here and name one of their good qualities.”

Jing Feizuo exhaled softly, her lips curving into an involuntary smile as she waited for the compliment.

But the person didn’t even look at her.

Wen Jin’s gaze drifted to a corner, her smile elegant. “Classmate Zhou, her taste is impeccable.”

The crowd, eager for drama, erupted into a frenzy of cheers and jeers, nearly tearing the room apart.

Jing Feizuo suddenly wished she could faint on the spot.

She had come here to hear gossip, not to become the center of it.

When the bottle pointed at her again, Jing Feizuo was convinced that either she had been set up or this spot was cursed.

Throwing caution to the wind, she declared, “Dare.”

Someone drew a card for her. “Choose someone here, sit on their lap, and feed them wine.”

The small card detonated like a missile, sending the entire room into an uproar once more.

Jing Feizuo gritted her teeth and slammed her eyes shut.

When she opened them again, she caught Wen Jin suppressing a laugh to her left. An inexplicable surge of anger flared in her chest. She rose to her feet, intending to approach Ella, Xia Lin, or even Zhou Xubai.

But her survival instinct, almost primal, slammed on the brakes.

She finally stopped in front of Wen Jin, looking down at her with a condescending gaze. “President Wen, you don’t mind, do you?”

Wen Jin patted her own thigh. “Be my guest.”

Jing Feizuo chuckled and decisively straddled Wen Jin’s lap.

The contact was hotter than she’d imagined. Wen Jin’s thigh muscles were taut, and the heat radiated through the fabric, searing Jing Feizuo’s skin.

Instinctively, Jing Feizuo tried to shift slightly, but Wen Jin’s hand clamped around her waist, forcefully pulling her back.

She gasped, nearly falling into Wen Jin’s arms, their chests pressed together, breaths mingling.

“Careful not to fall,” Wen Jin murmured, her voice so low only Jing Feizuo could hear. Her fingers traced ambiguous circles on Jing Feizuo’s waist.

The sensitive area erupted in goosebumps, one wave after another. Jing Feizuo’s mind went blank, her ears burning.

Jing Feizuo gritted her teeth to steady herself, forcing a smile. “Where’s the wine?”

Someone handed her a glass.

She took it and raised her hand, pressing the rim to Wen Jin’s lips. “Open up, President Wen.”

Wen Jin didn’t move.

She simply stared at Jing Feizuo, her gaze sliding from her flushed earlobes to her slightly parted lips, then down to her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths.

Suddenly, she laughed. “Using a glass is so boring.”

Before the words had even left her mouth, Wen Jin snatched the glass, tilted her head back, and took a long swig. Then, she gripped the back of Jing Feizuo’s neck.

The moment the fiery liquor flooded Jing Feizuo’s mouth, her fingers clenched tightly around the hem of Wen Jin’s dress.

The scalding liquid burned across her tongue, but Wen Jin’s lips were even hotter.

She kissed her with fierce intensity, her tongue sweeping across Jing Feizuo’s palate, forcing her to swallow and eliciting a soft whimper from her throat.

The screams and whistles of their friends faded into the background, lost to Jing Feizuo’s awareness.

Her world narrowed to Wen Jin’s breath and the hand tightening around her waist, as if trying to crush her into her very bones.

When they finally ran out of air, Wen Jin pulled back slightly, her lips brushing against the corner of Jing Feizuo’s mouth. In a voice barely audible, she whispered, “This is how you feed me properly.”

She wiped the corner of Jing Feizuo’s damp lips, her eyes swirling with hidden currents.

The party finally drew to a close, the lingering warmth of laughter and unspoken flirtation gradually fading.

Friends bid each other farewell with playful banter, their eyes flitting between Jing Feizuo and Wen Jin, carrying knowing amusement.

Before leaving, Xia Lin even secretly gave Jing Feizuo a thumbs-up, mouthing silently, “Impressive!”

The heat in Jing Feizuo’s ears, which had just begun to subside, flared up again at this teasing.

She glared back angrily, only to be met with Xia Lin’s even brighter smile.

A night breeze swept through, dispelling much of the indoor heat. The car had already pulled up to the curb. Wen Jin’s hand rested protectively on Jing Feizuo’s lower back, almost guiding her into the vehicle.

The ride back was subtly quiet.

“How did you find it?” Jing Feizuo broke the silence, her voice tentative. “President Wen, are you still comfortable with these ‘childish’ gatherings?”

Wen Jin didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she raised the partition separating them from the front seats, plunging the surroundings into silence. The party’s earlier clamor seemed to have been sealed off in another world.

She turned, her gaze locking onto Jing Feizuo’s with unwavering precision in the dim light.

“The atmosphere was interesting, and the people were interesting too.”

As Wen Jin spoke, she leaned closer to Jing Feizuo.

Jing Feizuo instinctively wanted to shift away slightly, to create a little breathing space.

But the moment she moved, Wen Jin’s arm circled around her again, pulling her close until she tumbled sideways onto Wen Jin’s lap.

The position mirrored the “truth or dare” challenge Jing Feizuo had been forced to endure at the gathering earlier.

Except this time, it was more intimate, more inescapable.

“Wen Jin!” Jing Feizuo gasped, her hands instinctively pressing against Wen Jin’s shoulders.

“Especially Junior Zhou,” Wen Jin continued, her voice low. “First love? Kissing technique tutor?”

Here it comes, Jing Feizuo thought, mentally cursing the person who had suggested the truth or dare game.

She tried to reason with her, but her voice lacked conviction, undermined by her precarious position on Wen Jin’s lap. “That was ancient history, President Wen. You’ve already seen my ‘file.’ Why are you dredging up old grudges?”

“A file is just words,” Wen Jin said, reaching out to gently brush her fingertip across the corner of Jing Feizuo’s lips. “But seeing your ex-girlfriend still hung up on you in person is another matter entirely.”

Her fingertip felt cool against Jing Feizuo’s skin, yet the spot it touched burned faintly.

“She was just drunk and rambling,” Jing Feizuo said, grasping Wen Jin’s wrist to stop her teasing. Her tone was soothing, almost placating. “I barely even remember it myself.”

“Is that so?” Wen Jin grasped Jing Feizuo’s hand in her own, her grip firm enough to prevent her from pulling away. “But I remember it very clearly. Your ‘file’ states, ‘Parted ways after graduation, a peaceful breakup.'”

She paused, her voice tinged with danger. “Yet it seems the other party didn’t find it so ‘peaceful.’ They still can’t forget.”

Jing Feizuo felt a headache coming on. She shook their intertwined hands. “Wen Jin, are you jealous?”

Wen Jin didn’t deny it. She gazed at the woman in her arms, their noses nearly touching, their breaths mingling. “Shouldn’t I be jealous? My girlfriend, being publicly reminisced about for her kissing skills by her ex at a party.”

Her other hand slid to Jing Feizuo’s waist, precisely where she had circled during the game. “And it seems many people know quite a bit about your ‘past.'”

Jing Feizuo’s heart raced at the jealousy in Wen Jin’s words and the intimacy of her touch, but she forced herself to remain calm. “That was all before I met you.”

“Before you met me…” Wen Jin repeated, her gaze deepening. “And what about after you met me?”

“Huh?” Jing Feizuo didn’t immediately understand.

Wen Jin’s lips brushed against Jing Feizuo’s earlobe, her warm breath caressing her most sensitive spot. “That truth or dare question… compared to our college days, is our bedroom life now more satisfying?”

Jing Feizuo’s fingertips traced suggestive patterns along Wen Jin’s waistline.

“Your answer was ‘yes’,” Wen Jin reminded her, then gently nipped her earlobe and whispered, “Tell me, darling, is that ‘yes’ because of improved technique, or because of the person?”

The question was too pointed.

Jing Feizuo shuddered, the slight sting on her earlobe and Wen Jin’s direct question making her cheeks flush. She tried to pull away, but Wen Jin held her firmly in place.

In the dimly lit, enclosed car, every sensation was amplified.

She could smell Wen Jin’s faint perfume mingling with the scent of alcohol, feel the warmth of her embrace, and sense the pressure of her fingertips.

Suddenly, Jing Feizuo chuckled softly, ceasing her struggle and instead leaning closer.

Her nose brushed against Wen Jin’s cheek as she whispered back, her voice husky with seduction, turning the question back on her: “What does President Wen think?”

As the car neared their destination, Wen Jin gazed at the small mole at the corner of Jing Feizuo’s eye. “I think we can further refine our technique tonight.”