Lady By The Pillow - Chapter 67
Chapter 67: Body Fragrance (2)
◎The Kiss◎
It was 8 PM, and the film studio was completely dark. The night, like a curtain, enveloped the surroundings, creating a world isolated from the outside.
It seemed that whatever happened here would become a secret forever lost at sea.
Residual wine in the glass had congealed into amber. The black crystal coffee table reflected the glass, colors intertwined, and the aroma of the wine wafted toward the person lying on the sofa. It nudged the pajama strap on her shoulder down a third of the way, leaving it hanging precariously, as if it would fall off any second.
The phone, face down on the coffee table, buzzed. Shi Qing raised her hand, her porcelain-white arm stretching out in the light of the wall lamp, like a silvery Milky Way parted by a goddess.
“Could you get that for me?”
Wei Jiuyi was too busy admiring the Milky Way and only lunged forward to hand Shi Qing the phone after she spoke.
“Thank you.”
Shi Qing’s voice was hoarse, soaked in wine, just like countless absurd and crazy nights from the past.
Wei Jiuyi’s fingers trembled. She quickly pulled her hand back, and the muscles in her forearm, beneath her rolled-up sleeves, bulged like a coastline.
“You’re welcome.”
She replied, her voice strained.
“It’s Xiao Ya.”
Shi Qing opened WeChat and called Dong Ya.
It rang for five seconds before being answered. The person on the other end seemed to be struggling with how to handle the sudden call.
“Hello, Sister Qing.” Dong Ya’s voice was always bright and full of life.
“Xiao Ya, are you guys done with work?” Shi Qing asked, still lying on her back, her voice even more hoarse.
“We’re done, but… Sister, what’s wrong with your voice?”
“Oh, I’m lying down. It might be a little hoarse.”
“Oh, I thought you caught a cold.”
“No, I drank Yu Lan’s medicinal wine, so I don’t feel cold now. What do you need?”
On the other end, Dong Ya and Zhang Yulan communicated with a flurry of sign language and facial expressions before coming up with a plausible excuse:
“We just helped the crew move some things and got caught in the rain. Isn’t your hotel closer? So I was thinking maybe I could go to Yu Lan’s hotel first to shower and change. Then I can come back? Otherwise, if Yu Lan drives me back, it’ll take her over twenty minutes to get back to her hotel, and that’s too long.”
“Mm.”
The problem they encountered was similar to what Shi Qing and Wei Jiuyi had. Shi Qing looked up at Wei Jiuyi and asked:
“Xiao Ya wants to borrow your hotel bathroom to take a shower. Is that okay?”
Wei Jiuyi took a second to process this, then immediately nodded:
“Yes, it’s fine. I have disposable toiletries and underwear in my suitcase. Tell her to ask Yu Lan; Yu Lan knows where they are.”
Shi Qing relayed the message: “Teacher Wei agreed. She said to have Yu Lan help you find some disposable toiletries in Teacher Wei’s suitcase.”
The two on the other end gave each other a silent high-five. Dong Ya, a masterful actress, said:
“Okay, then I’ll go find Yu Lan later.”
Shi Qing paused, then instructed:
“When you get to the hotel, make some ginger soup. Don’t catch a cold.”
Dong Ya’s eyes lit up after a two-second pause. “Oh, absolutely! I’ll definitely make some, and I’ll simmer it for a long time to make it nice and strong!”
The call ended. Wei Jiuyi was still staring intently at a certain spot until Shi Qing’s phone was handed to her. She then belatedly helped her put it back on the coffee table.
The air was terrifyingly silent. The sound of air moving through her lungs became heavy and rough. The light from the glass on the coffee table reflected in her eyes, but it couldn’t illuminate the deep darkness in their depths.
Each was silent, each with their own thoughts.
Wei Jiuyi felt that if this silence continued, something was bound to happen. She placed her hand on her knee, and as she rubbed it, the fabric of her pants wrinkled. After a few moments of deliberation, she spoke:
“Did Xiao Ya and her friend get caught in the rain too?”
Shi Qing raised her hand, resting her arm across her forehead, and said softly:
“Mm. I told them to make some ginger soup. Xiao Ya’s health isn’t great either.”
Wei Jiuyi glanced at the open kitchen door:
“Do you want some? I can go make a little.”
She desperately needed to escape the air, which was filled with nothing but Shi Qing’s scent.
Shi Qing still had her hand on her forehead and said:
“No, I’m good. I just had the medicinal wine and feel really warm.”
As soon as she said it, Wei Jiuyi looked at Shi Qing in the light of the crystal chandelier and saw a thin layer of sweat on her neck. Beneath the sweat, her skin, flushed with alcohol, was like a delicate pink pearl glowing under the moonlight.
Her palm tightened. She looked away but then found her eyes, controlled by her brain, returning to that spot.
Shi Qing’s pajamas had a thin chest pad, and she wasn’t wearing a bra. Lying on her back, her firm br3asts became soft and rounded, encased in the mulberry silk fabric. Only the outermost curves were visible, yet they triggered all of Wei Jiuyi’s memories of their feel in her hands.
She had to leave.
“Feverish is good; it helps you sweat. You should rest. I should be getting back anyway.”
Shi Qing didn’t answer. She just moved the arm that was across her forehead. Her eyes, red from the alcohol, looked at Wei Jiuyi, their corners hooked.
She propped herself up with one hand on the sofa, her soft body slowly sitting up. The pajamas wrinkled, outlining her graceful figure. The loose outer jacket slid off her shoulder, and the strap slipped down, hanging loosely below her shoulder. Her long hair, like a silk curtain, cascaded down from behind, some strands falling in front of her chest.
A body half-concealed is more alluring than a naked one.
After all, Wei Jiuyi had seen that body in its entirety and had even explored its most sensitive parts.
“You want to leave?”
Shi Qing stared straight at her, her eyes moist from the heat.
It wasn’t “You’re leaving,” but “You want to leave.”
The former implies an objective necessity, while the latter is a subjective decision.
Chemical reactions can create tons of damage from a small amount of raw material. Destroying a person’s spiritual world doesn’t require a cataclysmic explosion; it only takes a needle to pierce her proud protective shell.
The champagne-colored light cast two shadows on the floor, one tall and one short, one on the left and one on the right.
Wei Jiuyi stood in front of Shi Qing, while Shi Qing leaned back against the sofa cushions. Her long legs, beneath her dress, were bent into an elegant line to her left, and the protruding ankle bone was like a pink pearl veiled in a thin gauze.
Love pushes consciousness into the abyss, and a person is not a person most of the time.
Wei Jiuyi stared at those shimmering eyes, but her gaze unconsciously slid down, settling on the light red lips. Anyone would do this when looking at Shi Qing; even during a normal conversation, their eyes would uncontrollably drift to her red lips.
Neither of them spoke, just gazing at each other quietly, until those two thin lips moved, parting slightly, which snapped the last string in Wei Jiuyi’s mind.
Her fingers, which were hanging at her sides, trembled. She raised a hand, and her body swooped in, pressing against Shi Qing’s, capturing those soft, fragrant red lips.
Shi Qing was pushed back by the kiss. Her hands instinctively reached back to brace herself, wanting to relieve the pressure on her waist. But a hot hand was one step ahead, cupping her waist. While relieving the pressure, it also gave her no room to retreat. Her head was held in place by the other hand. The ravaging kiss became even more frantic. Her jaw was pried open forcefully, and the lingering wine in her mouth was devoured. Her soft tongue tried hard to push against the invading serpent, and the aggressive assault finally retreated.
Shi Qing was already not good with alcohol and felt weak all over, yet her body was burning hot. A mere thirty-second kiss was enough to leave her defenseless, slumped against the sofa cushions. Her long hair was a chaotic mess in front of her, and her pajamas were now hanging at her elbows. The front of her slip dress was hanging on by a thread. Everything was like a spark igniting dry grass. One is fine, two is fine, but when a dozen gather together, the dry grass will burst into flames.
Wei Jiuyi released her lips, then immediately bit her neck.
At this moment, she was a leopard that had been starved for three days and was completely out of control, pinning its prey down and ferociously tearing at her flesh.
She heard Shi Qing’s muffled groan, rejoiced as her skin grew hotter by the second, and savored her increasingly hurried and heavy breathing. Shi Qing was hers, and hers alone!
Go away, Fei Ying, Xiao Jun, Dou Qinwen, all of you!
Shi Qing belonged only to her, loved only her, and could not be stolen by anyone!
“Ah!”
Not until Shi Qing let out a cry of pain was the intense symphony (just kissing, please be lenient, dear reviewer) urgently paused. The person lying on top of her froze, slowly released her neck, and instantly became timid.
“Don’t.”
Shi Qing gasped out a single word, her eyes misty.
Wei Jiuyi was instantly sober. After she let go, she stayed on top of Shi Qing, not daring to get up or look her in the eyes—
What was she doing?
The scene of her last forceful act was still vivid in her memory. Only a month had passed, and she was about to do it again. Was she planning to assault her while she was drunk?
Shi Qing had already rejected her. When she had with ulterior motives offered to be “boat companions,” Shi Qing’s attitude was very clear.
What was she doing now?
What was the difference between her and someone like Fei Ying?
The intense emotional shock turned into a gut-wrenching pain. Wei Jiuyi furiously pounded the back of the sofa, hating herself for losing control time and time again. She had worked so hard for so many days, and Shi Qing’s attitude toward her had already softened a lot, but now, at the final stretch, she had failed.
“I’m sorry…”
Wei Jiuyi got off of Shi Qing, her head bowed, not daring to look at her expression.
She raised her hand to pull the pajama strap back onto Shi Qing’s shoulder, then grabbed the messy outer jacket, putting it on Shi Qing’s wrists one by one, up her arms, and fastening the front.
“I’m sorry.”
She remained with her head bowed, and even after getting off the sofa, she only dared to stand with her back to Shi Qing. Her 173 cm frame stood ramrod straight, like a divine beast banished to the desolate wilderness to turn to stone for violating heavenly laws.
“I’ll go to the hotel and call Xiao Ya to come back and take care of you. I’m leaving now.”
She fled all the way to the entryway, put on her drenched sneakers, and just before she opened the door, she turned halfway toward Shi Qing, her voice choked with emotion:
“No matter how much you hate me this time, I won’t say a word.”
The sofa was bathed in the amber glow of the chandelier. Shi Qing sat huddled on the innermost part, feeling lost, defeated, and at a loss.
Her slender fingers touched the spot on her neck that had just been bitten. A faint tooth mark and wetness remained there.
Don’t bite my neck. Don’t leave a mark. Don’t affect tomorrow’s filming.
Is that so hard?
(It’s really just the neck, dear reviewer, please be lenient.)
She had clearly changed into a slip dress as alluring as a hook, had deliberately drunk a full glass of wine to make herself less sober, and had even taken the initiative to provoke her with that expression, yet she still ran away.
Shi Qing, you’re quite a failure.
She braced her weak body and stood up. The leather sofa didn’t immediately return to its original shape, leaving a sunken mark where she had been sitting. Above it was the secretion from Shi Qing herself.
She hated this part of herself, hated a body that was governed by passion. She pulled a wet wipe from the coffee table drawer and forcefully wiped away the mark on the sofa, only to have the wet wipe smear it into a larger, more reflective area.
Shi Qing was trembling with anger. She went back to the master bedroom’s bathroom, and without taking off her clothes, she turned on the shower, letting the cold water, which hadn’t had time to heat up, hit her.
She leaned her hand against the tiled wall. The water gradually turned from cool to hot. The pajamas clung tightly to her body, outlining her graceful feminine curves.
Shi Qing leaned against the wall, staring at the steam rising from the curved stream of water. Her consciousness became as blurred as her vision. She took off her pajamas with a heavy breath, her fingers reaching out, touching the jasmine flower that was supposed to have bloomed tonight.