The Black Lotus Omega Always Wraps His Tail Around Me (GL, ABO) - Chapter 18
Just three seconds passed, and the person who had been out of control moments ago began to lose focus.
When Ji Yanwan lifted her head again, most of her rationality had already been swallowed by alcohol. She braced herself on her arms and looked down at the person beneath her, speaking in a dazed tone.
“You look really familiar.”
The next second, she snapped halfway back to her senses.
The woman beneath her didn’t just look familiar. Fu Suihe was wearing nothing but a loose shirt. During the struggle earlier, all but two of the buttons had come undone.
The silk shirt hung on her body like a thin layer of clouds, but now those clouds had been torn open, revealing the spring light beneath. Her pale skin glowed faintly red, and her arms lay limp on the pillow.
The tie, dark red like a coiled serpent or a vine of roses, wrapped tightly around her snow-white wrists and twined together with a red thread bracelet she had been wearing.
Ji Yanwan was still hovering over her, their legs intertwined. Fu Suihe no longer struggled.
She looked completely overwhelmed. Her peach blossom eyes were filled with tears, and under the warm, yellow glow of the floor lamp, the outer corners of her eyes were flushed red like the setting sun. Tears slid down her face, and her entire body trembled softly.
Panicked, Ji Yanwan scrambled back to the edge of the bed and quickly worked to untie the knot around Fu Suihe’s wrists.
Freed at last, Fu Suihe slowly regained a bit of awareness. Her eyes, filled with grievance and fury, locked onto Ji Yanwan.
Ji Yanwan swallowed nervously and said, “I’m sorry, I…”
Before she could finish, a crisp slap cut her off.
Though Fu Suihe didn’t have much strength, and the slap felt more like a soft breeze, the sound was clear. Even in her drunken state, Ji Yanwan’s head was turned to the side by it.
Taking advantage of her daze, Fu Suihe hurriedly sat up and gathered her clothes. She curled into the corner of the bed.
Ji Yanwan looked at her, huddled there like a frightened rabbit. Her eyes, cheeks, and nose were all red, and her tears flowed uncontrollably.
Ji Yanwan wanted to comfort her, but the moment she raised her hand, Fu Suihe flinched and scooted further back.
Her back was now pressed tightly against the padded headboard. Her voice trembled as she cried out, “Don’t come any closer!”
“Alright, alright, I won’t come closer.” Ji Yanwan retreated quickly, not realizing she was already at the edge of the bed. The next moment, she lost balance and fell flat on her back.
The clumsy fall didn’t make Fu Suihe relax. She pulled the blanket tightly around herself like a protective shell.
Half a minute passed, and the person who fell didn’t get back up.
Fu Suihe finished buttoning her shirt and cautiously crawled to the edge of the bed.
She saw Ji Yanwan lying motionless on the floor, eyes shut tight, her cheek flushed red from the impact.
Between the alcohol and the blow, Ji Yanwan had lost consciousness.
Fu Suihe waited another minute, then finally dared to stand.
Gone was the shivering, terrified girl. Now her expression was completely different.
She gave Ji Yanwan a contemptuous kick, then stepped over her body and went to the curtains, where she retrieved a hidden camera.
The tiny recording device blinked with a green light. It had captured everything from a full 360-degree angle.
Fu Suihe turned off the camera and tucked it into her shirt pocket.
She then picked up the vial of suppressant that had been knocked over earlier.
The seal on the bottle was still perfectly intact.
Her expression darkened. She turned and walked into the bathroom. A swirl of water in the toilet flushed the small bottle away.
She looked up at her reflection in the mirror. The fear, panic, and tears from earlier were completely gone.
Her once-dark pupils were now tinged red with fury, the color spreading inward from the edges.
Fu Suihe glanced at her wrist. A large red mark had formed there.
Kill her.
The voice in her mind grew louder. Kill her.
She suddenly looked up. In the mirror, her reflection had turned into a pure white fox.
Her eyes burned like fire, filled with hate. Her fox ears, standing straight with tension, matched the rigid posture of the tail behind her.
Consumed by rage, the white fox darted out of the room. Her tail moved gracefully but swiftly and wrapped around Ji Yanwan’s neck.
The soft tail squeezed tighter and tighter, until the unconscious woman’s face started to turn red.
Suddenly, a sharp pain pricked her paw.
The tail vanished. Fu Suihe reverted to human form and snapped back to her senses.
She looked at the still-unmoving woman on the floor and took several deep breaths, forcing down the hatred in her chest.
She opened her hand. The pain had come from the red thread tied around her wrist.
Woven into the thread was a tiny sharp tooth.
The tooth was shaped like a tiny fang, about the size of a fingernail, gleaming white under the light like a delicate chili pepper.
Fu Suihe lifted her wrist and gently kissed the red string, regaining her composure.
She came out and dragged Ji Yanwan back onto the bed.
Then she stripped off her clothes and tucked her into the blanket.
After that, she returned to the bathroom.
She stared into the mirror and, without hesitation, raised her hand and slapped herself hard across the face.
After some effort, she examined the results with satisfaction.
She walked out of the bathroom, took off her own clothes, and lay beside the unconscious woman.
The loosely drawn curtains were caught by a gust of wind, lifting one corner.
Blinding sunlight slipped through the gap and fell across the bed.
It landed directly on Ji Yanwan’s eyes.
She frowned and turned away irritably. Her arm stretched out and brushed against a burning source of heat.
Her groggy mind suddenly switched on. Ji Yanwan instinctively swallowed.
Her first thought was that it was hot.
It felt like a fire had been lit inside her, starting from the pit of her stomach and rushing straight up to her throat. The burning sensation was unbearable.
To make things worse, a ball of heat kept burrowing into her arms, refusing to leave.
She shifted to the side, trying to escape it, but the heat followed closely, pushing against her body again.
Ji Yanwan let out a frustrated breath and raised her hand to push it away. But no matter how many times she tried, it didn’t work.
Finally, she opened her eyes in irritation, only to find herself surrounded by darkness.
Her entire body ached. Besides the fire in her throat, the next overwhelming feeling was pain.
Her head throbbed as if it had been run over by something heavy, a dull and relentless pressure spreading through her skull.
She lay there for several minutes before the darkness in her vision began to clear. Ji Yanwan blinked and saw a strange chandelier above her.
This wasn’t her home.
She turned her head. The moment she moved, the pain in her head intensified sharply, making her feel like it might split open.
Then, she heard a faint sound beside her, almost like a whimper.
Ji Yanwan looked down and finally realized what the heat was that had been sticking to her.
She froze, unsure how to react.
The woman in her arms was covered in bruises.
Her pale face was swollen. Red and blue marks lined her neck, the kind left by choking. Her hair was messy, falling over her face, and streaks of dried bl00d clung to the corners of her lips.
She wasn’t sleeping peacefully. Her brows were tightly furrowed. Feeling the discomfort, she slowly opened her eyes.
Fu Suihe stared in shock and immediately pulled away.
That sudden movement made Ji Yanwan realize something else—she wasn’t wearing any clothes.
In an instant, the memories of the night before surged back like a flood.
A stream of fragmented images flashed through her mind like scenes from a film. Ji Yanwan grabbed her forehead, overwhelmed and confused.
Compared to her real memories, these felt strange, almost like they had been forcibly inserted by the system.
There had been alcohol… violence… the mission complete…
She swayed slightly, sensing that something was wrong.
Why did Fu Suihe have so many marks that didn’t appear in those memories?
Fu Suihe hadn’t said a word, but her eyes were turning red. Her lips trembled under her teeth, and her whole body was shaking uncontrollably.
Ji Yanwan opened her mouth to say something, but before she could speak, the phone on the nightstand began to ring.
A deep female voice sang an English song through the ringtone, slicing through the tension in the room.
Ji Yanwan picked up the call.
On the other end, a woman’s voice shouted through the receiver.
“Ji Yanwan, where the hell are you?”
“We already agreed on everything. So why did you have to turn it into this mess?”
Ji Mingtao’s voice was sharp and fierce, almost screeching, with a tremble in her tone that hinted at fear.
“Are you seriously trying to get yourself thrown in prison? Is that what you want?”