I Turned a Competitive Variety Show into a Dating Show - Chapter 11

Jian Zhi stiffened momentarily but didn’t resist. Sensing this, Shi Xu grew bolder, sucking and nipping at her lips for a long while.

They looked soft, but they tasted even softer. If Shi Xu hadn’t feared losing control, she wouldn’t have wanted to let go of those lips.

Jian Zhi’s eyes grew more dazed. One hand rested on Shi Xu’s shoulder, while the other gently caressed her mouth. Her breath was scorching hot, and the faint scent of wine made Shi Xu feel slightly tipsy.

Tilting her head back to gaze at the exquisitely beautiful face before her, Shi Xu’s gaze drifted back to those crimson lips. Jian Zhi hummed softly, asking, “Do you want to kiss me again?”

Shi Xu nodded obediently, her expression sincere and earnest.

Jian Zhi’s eyes flickered. She pressed a slender finger to Shi Xu’s lips and said, “Then you have to tell me what else happened that day.”

Recalling what had transpired in the bathroom, Shi Xu’s face flushed crimson like a boiled shrimp. She couldn’t even meet Jian Zhi’s eyes, let alone utter those embarrassing words.

Jian Zhi lowered her head further, her nose brushing against Shi Xu’s. “I guess you don’t want to kiss anymore. Then I’ll just keep drinking…”

Shi Xu swallowed the rest of her words.

Biting down on Jian Zhi’s soft lips, she pried open her teeth with her tongue, probing like a serpent before wrapping around her own. Her kiss was wild and unrestrained, stealing all the air from Jian Zhi’s mouth.

Jian Zhi pushed against Shi Xu’s shoulders, but the lack of force made it seem like a halfhearted resistance, driving Shi Xu even wilder. She bit down on Jian Zhi’s tongue, repeatedly sucking and licking until the wine flavor faded, leaving only a lingering sweetness.

Jian Zhi’s hands gradually fell limp, her entire body leaning against Shi Xu’s. Soft, fragmented sounds escaped her lips as the kiss deepened.

After a long, passionate embrace, Shi Xu reluctantly released her. Jian Zhi gasped for air, her chest heaving violently like a drowning person finally reaching shore.

Shi Xu’s heart raced at the sound of Jian Zhi’s ragged breathing. Her hand tightened around Jian Zhi’s slender waist until the other woman whimpered in discomfort, making her realize she was squeezing too hard.

“I’m sorry, does it hurt?” she asked, immediately checking Jian Zhi’s thin shoulders. But how could she remain calm when Jian Zhi gazed at her with those misty, tear-filled eyes?

Faced with such temptation, Shi Xu’s first instinct was to avoid Jian Zhi’s gaze.

Turning her face away, she stammered, “Are you… are you okay? Let me help you… to bed.”

“But you haven’t told me what happened next,” Jian Zhi whispered into her ear, her lips deliberately brushing against it. The soft, warm touch sent a shiver down Shi Xu’s spine, a tingling sensation spreading across her back like an electric current.

Jian Zhi leaned closer, pressing a kiss to Shi Xu’s neck. “Why are you dodging me? I’m not going to eat you.”

The veins on Shi Xu’s forehead bulged. She swallowed twice, her throat suddenly dry and her heart pounding. A dark fire ignited within her, burning away her rationality.

“What happened that night doesn’t matter,” Shi Xu said, her voice strained. “But I know that if you don’t stop now, something terrible will happen next.”

“Oh? How terrible?” Jian Zhi’s tone was mocking, her expression contemptuous. She narrowed her eyes, as if daring Shi Xu to act.

Shi Xu felt like she was turning into a ninja turtle, but she couldn’t resist someone deliberately pushing her limits. If Jian Zhi wanted to play with fire, she’d get burned.

Shi Xu stood up, gripped the back of Jian Zhi’s head, and pressed her lips against hers, shoving her down onto the sofa.

The single-seater sofa was too small, forcing their bodies to press tightly together. Their body heat radiated through their clothes, and their heartbeats merged into a single, frantic rhythm.

So it’s not just me whose heart is racing, Shi Xu thought.

Looking up, she met Jian Zhi’s gaze. Shi Xu whispered, “Sister, are you really drunk?”

Is your heart racing because of the thrill, or because you have some feelings for me…?

Shi Xu didn’t dare dwell on it, afraid she was just imagining things.

Jian Zhi clung to Shi Xu’s neck, blowing softly against her skin. “I’m not drunk,” she whispered. “I’m perfectly sober.”

Everyone who’s drunk claims they’re sober, Shi Xu thought, feeling a pang of disappointment. And if she’s not drunk, how could she be so bold?

“What? Did you pounce on me only to realize it’s not as exciting as you thought?”

Shi Xu’s brow furrowed slightly. She bit down on Jian Zhi’s insolent mouth, harder than ever before, until the metallic tang of bl00d filled their mouths.

Their lips and tongues tangled relentlessly. The taste of bl00d faded as their saliva mingled, replaced by soft, breathless moans that filled the room, raising the temperature to a stifling heat.

Jian Zhi’s oxygen-starved pupils dilated. She pounded on Shi Xu’s shoulder, finally snapping her back to her senses.

Shi Xu glanced at Jian Zhi before lowering her head to kiss her neck, nipping at her prominent collarbone and leaving a constellation of crimson marks on her pale skin.

The hand circling Jian Zhi’s waist had long since grown restless, exploring every curve and contour. Now, it was caressing her soft, yielding flesh.

Jian Zhi’s waist was impossibly slender, leaving ample room for Shi Xu’s hand to roam—a perfect opportunity for mischief.

Shi Xu lowered her gaze to the reddened, swollen n1pples, her voice husky as she murmured, “That day, there was more than just kissing. The rest… I’ll demonstrate for you myself.”