I Turned a Competitive Variety Show into a Dating Show - Chapter 12

The intense physical stimulation jolted Jian Zhi back to partial consciousness.

She pushed Shi Xu away, her voice hoarse. “You don’t have to go this far. Just tell me.”

Shi Xu, caught up in the moment, found her words absurd. For once, she lost her temper, pinching Jian Zhi’s delicate chin and forcing a kiss. She plunged her tongue into Jian Zhi’s hot, slick mouth, stirring wildly to vent her emotions.

Jian Zhi’s body was already flushed from the alcohol, and this only made her bl00d boil hotter. A strange, uncontrollable restlessness surged through her lower abdomen.

Determined not to make a mistake under the influence, she clung to her remaining rationality, suppressing her desire and refusing to let Shi Xu lead her astray.

“Shi Xu, let… let go…”

She struggled against Shi Xu’s grip, but the other woman remained unyielding, her grip tightening until Jian Zhi’s chin ached and her mouth was forced open wider.

Shi Xu’s tongue explored every corner of Jian Zhi’s mouth, leaving a searing, suffocating heat that threatened to consume her entirely.

Though furious, Shi Xu wouldn’t disregard Jian Zhi’s wishes. Hearing her soft protests, she released her lips.

“Sister, you really treat me like a dog to play with,” she murmured, panting against Jian Zhi’s neck.

Jian Zhi’s neck tickled from Shi Xu’s hair. Instinctively, she reached out to stroke Shi Xu’s head, her slender fingers threading through the thick, dark strands, black silk coiling around her fingers in an endless, sensual dance.

“Aren’t you my little puppy?”

Shi Xu remained silent for a long moment before replying, “…Yes.”

Why does she always mistake me for a puppy when she’s drunk?

The worst part was that Shi Xu didn’t even find it strange. She was truly beyond saving.

During her quiet contemplation, Jian Zhi’s hand ruffled her hair, and Jian Zhi rested her chin on Shi Xu’s head, humming softly and affectionately.

“Then whose little puppy are you?”

Shi Xu knew Jian Zhi was teasing her, but she couldn’t resist responding. She pressed her face against Jian Zhi’s pale neck and murmured, “Yours.”

No one else had the right to make her feel so submissive. Because it was Jian Zhi, she willingly embraced this role.

Jian Zhi was clearly pleased with the answer. Her hand, which had been stroking Shi Xu’s head, grew even gentler. As she continued to pet her, she even pinched Shi Xu’s ear, completely unaware of the effort Shi Xu was exerting to restrain herself.

Her heart still raced uncontrollably. Shi Xu bit her lower lip, grasped Jian Zhi’s wrist, and pulled herself up, reducing the physical contact that was fueling her arousal.

The elegant and aloof Best Actress, so composed in public, now sat with her clothes disheveled, eyes hazy, and cheeks flushed like peach blossoms—a picture of post-passionate allure. Even the strands of her hair seemed to radiate an irresistible charm.

Shi Xu looked for only three seconds before averting her gaze. “Sister, get up,” she murmured. “It’s time for bed.”

Her heartbeat didn’t calm down as she’d expected; instead, it grew more frantic, like being squeezed carelessly in someone’s palm, each pulse carrying the weightless sensation of falling off a cliff.

I’m still too young, Shi Xu thought, lacking any self-control. But she reassured herself that she would inevitably improve during the show. After all, facing such temptations daily would force her to develop mental fortitude.

Jian Zhi lazily extended her hand, waiting for Shi Xu to pull her up. Shi Xu sighed helplessly and gently helped her to her feet.

Jian Zhi leaned against Shi Xu’s chest, teasing, “Such a good little puppy.”

This time, Shi Xu had learned her lesson. She carried Jian Zhi straight to the bed, tucked her in snugly, and carefully restrained her hands and feet under the covers, leaving only her neck and head exposed.

After finishing, Shi Xu straightened up, breathing heavily. The lingering sensual thoughts were temporarily suppressed as she focused on taking a quick shower and collapsing into bed.

She took a step, but her hand was suddenly grabbed. Turning, she saw Jian Zhi staring at her with burning intensity.

“Is there anything else you want?” Shi Xu asked.

Jian Zhi’s long lashes fluttered as her crimson lips parted slightly. “Aren’t you going to sleep with me?”