The Senior Student (female) Is Not Human - Chapter 30
Chapter 30: Comfort Me
Drinking salt water is merely quenching thirst with poison…
The sudden warm embrace left Jiang Xiyao’s expression blank for a moment.
On the way, she had imagined many expressions the coward would have upon seeing her: terror, remorse, regretful begging, or disgust at her for seizing the love letter.
Jiang Xiyao was completely at ease with these negative emotions and had already cleverly planned how to steadily pressure Xie Shiwei—
But.
Xie Shiwei actually gave her a hug.
Having walked for too long in the rain, the first thought that slowly emerged in her mind amidst the burning embrace was:
Is human body temperature really this hot?
The moment the thought appeared, she felt the person clinging to her suddenly begin to tremble.
A fine, dense shiver radiated from the soft, warm body pressed against hers. Jiang Xiyao belatedly raised her hand and firmly wrapped it around the girl’s lower back.
Her red lips moved closer to the side of the girl’s ear, and her tone became more intimate:
“Did I make you cold?”
The moment the words fell, the person in her arms began to tremble more violently.
Xie Shiwei gradually recovered from the rush of alcohol and the ecstatic joy of finding the person she thought was lost.
The countless chat records she had read in the group chats, and the heavily censored photos of the huge pool of bl00d at the school’s East Gate accident scene, flooded her mind, instantly washing away her earlier intoxication.
…Is Sister Jiang truly alive?
Why is the person she’s hugging so icy cold? And even though she’s hugging her so tightly, she can’t feel the heartbeat of a living person coming from her?
The motion-sensor light in the hallway outside suddenly extinguished because the two of them hadn’t created any new movement for too long.
As darkness engulfed them, and Xie Shiwei’s own breathing grew rapid in her terror, various ghost stories related to rainy nights inevitably surfaced in her mind.
[Ghost, ghoooooost…]
As the sporadic, fear-filled inner voice came through, Jiang Xiyao felt the person in her arms tremble, and then suddenly go completely limp.
She slowly said: “…?”
Ghost what ghost? Is a ghost as beautiful as she is?
Jiang Xiyao was very angry and wanted to wake Xie Shiwei up right there and force her to take it back.
However, remembering the light that had shone in Xie Shiwei’s eyes when she saw her, and the unhesitating rush into her arms, she couldn’t bring herself to suppress the smile on her lips.
So, Jiang Xiyao reluctantly became the porter for this unconscious custard bun, carrying her to the sofa in the living room.
No, this hard, cheap, long piece of red wood, which wasn’t even fit to be her coffin lid, could not be called a sofa by Jiang Xiyao!
Jiang Xiyao had never before stepped into such a meager space. The yellowed, stain-resistant tiles that looked inherently unclean no matter what, the seats were all stacked red plastic stools…
And the large white walls, large white ceiling, and long white strip lights.
Jiang Xiyao suppressed it again and again, but finally, unable to bear it, she shook Xie Shiwei—who was nestled against a large peony print cushion—awake.
She asked: “Can I change the decor?”
Xie Shiwei awoke from her coma, her glasses askew on her nose. Staring abruptly into the incomparably seductive face, she first remained stunned for a full half-minute.
Then, gradually remembering something, her expression visibly turned to horror. The moment Jiang Xiyao patiently leaned in closer for an answer, she instantly rolled her eyes and fainted again.
[Aaaah… Grandma… a female ghost entered the house… Aah!]
Jiang Xiyao: “…”
An elegant cross-shaped vein popped up on her forehead.
The third time she shook Xie Shiwei awake, to prevent them from falling into this strange, buggy loop tonight, Jiang Xiyao quickly grabbed the back of the girl’s neck the moment her expression turned to fright.
“I’m. Not. Dead. Try calling me a female ghost one more time.”
The low, menacing voice, combined with the shadow-like strands of long hair cascading over her shoulders as she looked down, successfully made the custard bun, whose fate was held by her nape, let out a fearful “whimper.”
Helpless tears streamed down the pathetic face.
Jiang Xiyao was still angry, but seeing the adorable tearful image.
She suddenly lunged forward—
And licked away the tear of terror with the tip of her tongue.
A taste more delicious than expected soothed her anger, so she smiled and deliberately said:
“How can you look so seductive when you cry?”
“Are you so happy you’re fainting at the thought of being my girlfriend?”
Xie Shiwei desperately shook her head, apparently afraid that if she fainted and woke up again, she would be burdened with an even stranger title. She forced herself to resist the urge to faint, but her body was still weak, and her voice lacked strength:
“B-But I saw them say…”
Jiang Xiyao interrupted her without question: “They are spreading rumors.”
Her dark eyes locked onto the girl: “Were you there? Did you personally see me die? See my corpse? Hear the doctor confirm my heart stopped and I was brain dead?”
She knew Xie Shiwei had run faster than a rabbit.
She also knew that if this coward truly noticed anything abnormal about her, she would either faint at the sight of her or run away in panic, only to be caught and faint again—
Jiang Xiyao didn’t like a motionless Xie Shiwei.
So, her attitude was firm, and she denied the incident without hesitation.
Xie Shiwei was stunned. Her palms instinctively fumbled around, finally remembering that her phone had fallen near the living room entrance.
Jiang Xiyao followed her gaze. Although her expression was unhappy, she still got up to retrieve the broken phone, whose screen protector was scratched into a frosted state, and placed it back in her hand.
Since she didn’t see any wet wipes, Jiang Xiyao opted to hold Xie Shiwei’s wrist instead.
The touch of the girl’s delicate, soft skin easily masked the displeasure she felt from touching the cheap phone just now.
So, she narrowed her eyes and began to slowly rub the inner side of Xie Shiwei’s wrist with her thumb.
Xie Shiwei subtly trembled.
But more than the shy heat that arose from the ambiguous action, what she felt first was still Jiang Xiyao’s icy, non-living body temperature.
She tried to struggle, cautiously opening her mouth: “Sister, you… are so cold.”
The girl had already sat up from the sofa, and Jiang Xiyao still stood in front of her, simply because she disliked all the furnishings in the house.
However, seeing Xie Shiwei’s avoiding gesture, Jiang Xiyao paused. She suddenly thought of a marvelous way to avoid touching the horrible soft furnishings—
Holding Xie Shiwei’s wrist with one hand, she wrapped the other around the girl’s nape.
She gracefully took a small step, twisted her soft waist, and, carrying a highly intoxicating, unusual fragrance, sat down in Xie Shiwei’s lap.
“After I left the hospital, I walked in the rain for a very, very long time to find you. That’s why I’m so cold.” Jiang Xiyao lowered her voice. Her breath fell onto the girl’s lips as she spoke: “Will you help me warm up?”
The beauty’s temperature was still like a block of ice.
But in that instant, Xie Shiwei felt as if she had spontaneously combusted.
She was like a fire sweeping across a desolate plain, embracing that block of ice. The dampness from the clothes of the person in her lap soaked into her thin pajamas. The water from the slowly melting ice also clung to Xie Shiwei’s skin, slowly flowing downward.
As the water flowed down, sitting as she was, she heard the dripping sound for so long that she eventually couldn’t distinguish… if the moisture was coming from Jiang Xiyao’s body, or if it was her own production.
Xie Shiwei’s eyes were hazy. She forgot what she was supposed to ask and spoke incoherently.
“W-Why did you come out of the hospital?”
Jiang Xiyao curled her lips in satisfaction, as if seeing the “IQ -1 -1 -1” sign popping up over the girl’s head due to her proximity. She slowly lowered her gaze, glanced at the group chat page still open on the phone.
With a slight eye roll, the lie rolled off her tongue:
“Because that’s a black-hearted hospital. Even though I only had a scratch, they somehow found two uncouth people to pretend to be my biological parents and sign organ donation agreements, trying to harvest my organs to sell to others.”
“I was so scared that I secretly ran away while the doctor was preparing the anesthesia. I heard the forces behind that hospital are very powerful. If I went to anyone else, they would surely betray me. You are the only one I can trust.”
Jiang Xiyao looked up at Xie Shiwei with a pitiful gaze:
“You will feel bad for me, won’t you?”
The look she received was one of pure terror from a pair of clear, deer-like eyes.
Xie Shiwei hadn’t expected that after the near-fatal escape from the terrifying truck, Sister was so unfortunate to be involved in such a horrifying incident.
She thought those stories about organ trafficking and secretly harvesting organs from living people were tales from decades ago. She never expected such a brazen hospital to exist in the modern era, right here in her city!
Xie Shiwei stammered a suggestion: “H-How about we call the police? S-Sister, I-I think the police can protect you better.”
More importantly, she had just gotten rid of those perverts who had fallen for Jiang Xiyao and showed up with knives. She absolutely did not want to provoke black market criminals who were even scarier than those guys!
Jiang Xiyao: “…”
Tsk. Overacted.
She forgot again how much of a life-loving coward this girl is—
She buried her head in Xie Shiwei’s shoulder, stubbornly refusing: “I won’t. I’ll stay right here.”
She paused, then threatened in a chilling tone: “Xie Shiwei, you just gave me a love letter. That’s essentially a confession to me. Is this how you treat the one you like…”
Xie Shiwei nervously and helplessly clamped her hand over Jiang Xiyao’s mouth.
The joy of Jiang Xiyao being alive had long been suppressed by the terrifying memories associated with her.
She finally remembered the kind of trouble getting close to this beautiful, live-and-well person would bring to her life.
“You can hide here, but don’t say anything weird, and don’t go out and attract strange people to follow you here!”
Jiang Xiyao’s black eyes stared at her unblinking.
After a moment.
A sticky, damp sensation suddenly and swiftly brushed across Xie Shiwei’s palm.
“!”
She sprang her palm open in shock.
W-Why is she licking again?! She just inexplicably licked my tears!
Aaaah, Sister Jiang is so weird today! Could this Sister Jiang actually be dead, and someone’s soul has possessed her body to bring her back to life?
Xie Shiwei relied entirely on wild thoughts to barely suppress the burning heat rising in her lower abdomen.
Afraid of being alone with this increasingly bizarre beauty, and also afraid of hearing words related to “love letter,” “confession,” or “girlfriend” from Jiang Xiyao’s mouth again, she lifted Jiang Xiyao with an upright demeanor and headed for the bathroom.
“A-Anyway! If you’re cold, you should take a hot bath quickly, Sister! I only have ordinary pajamas here. I-I’ll go get you some clean ones! Please pick one to wear!”
Xie Shiwei put her down, turned on the shower faucet, and fled awkwardly.
She sank to the floor, legs weak, as if she had just escaped a disaster after closing the bathroom door.
She felt like everything that happened today was bizarre, like a dream.
But hearing the gentle sound of water in the bathroom, and thinking that Jiang Xiyao was actually and truly alive and in her house, Xie Shiwei unconsciously pressed the area over her heart.
Amidst the powerful, thumping heartbeat.
She felt an uncontainable joy.
—Jiang Xiyao was not killed because of her. She was alive and well. That was truly, truly wonderful.
…
In the bathroom.
Jiang Xiyao pulled a displeased face, glaring at the ruthlessly closed frosted glass door, which was decorated with tacky lotus patterns.
So annoying.
She had already snatched the love letter, so why wouldn’t she agree to be her girlfriend?
For the first time, Jiang Xiyao felt such a sense of helplessness with a person. If she was too lenient, this coward would brazenly throw herself into someone else’s arms. If she pressed too hard, she would get scared and faint.
She couldn’t even reveal her true nature in front of this girl and use blatant threats and promises.
Jiang Xiyao unhappily finished her bath in this minimalist bathroom, which was also filled with elderly aesthetics, and opened the door to step out.
She saw the adorable girl who was turned away from her, almost half-buried in the closet, muttering to herself, “Where are the pretty pajamas?” Jiang Xiyao pressed herself against her from behind.
“Xie Shiwei.” She drew out her tone and said slowly: “I’m unhappy. Comfort me quickly.”
Xie Shiwei, who was currently wrestling with ugly clothes, froze.
…H-How should I comfort her?
With… with my body?
No, no, no! Sister definitely wouldn’t be as dirty-minded as she was! Snap out of it, brain! Think of something decent to say!
[No…]
Hearing the habitual refusal, Jiang Xiyao paused, then quickly remembered that she hadn’t asked for the girl’s opinion. She should just proceed with what she wanted.
No what? If she didn’t say it with that mouth, it didn’t count.
Jiang Xiyao justifiably began to undress Xie Shiwei’s pajamas. She tugged at the collar, and the crisp sound of cheap buttons falling to the floor rang out merrily.
Xie Shiwei was stunned for a moment before remembering to raise her hand to protect her collar. However, the overbearing person behind her had already shifted focus. When her lower waist felt a sudden chill, she instinctively clamped her legs together—
Jiang Xiyao suddenly hugged her and spun her around, dropping the cheap, rough fabric. Satisfied to be holding this fragrant, soft custard bun, she tumbled onto the large bed behind her.
Although her back still touched the ugly red peony bedspread, the temperature of the person she was holding in front was satisfactory, so the negative and positive canceled each other out. Jiang Xiyao could pretend she wasn’t sleeping on a very cheap bed.
Hmm.
Because she was sleeping with a very satisfactory person.
Xie Shiwei recovered from the dizziness and opened her eyes. Through her crooked glasses, she saw that Jiang Xiyao hadn’t put any clothes on after leaving the bathroom!
After a brief glance, she immediately closed her eyes, her face flushed crimson.
Her vision was blocked, but the terrible thing was that her sense of touch became even more sensitive.
Xie Shiwei could almost feel the soft, exceptionally warm presence of the person pressed tightly against her, even after being repeatedly washed with hot water.
The fleeting image that remained on her retina was now processed with high clarity by her brain, becoming even more unforgettable.
So big.
It seemed Sister’s cup size was even larger than she had imagined.
And, and, the color wasn’t pink; it was a deeper red than the mole on her lip.
How could someone even have such an overbearing color in that area?
Ugh, being held this tightly makes it hard to breathe.
Xie Shiwei swallowed, thinking of the classic exaggerated scene of burying one’s face in a large chest in those videos. If Sister suddenly held the back of her neck and pressed her head against that warmth right now—
She would probably faint from lack of oxygen, wouldn’t she?
It was a terrifying image of suffocation, yet she could feel that, without the obstruction of the pajama fabric.
A sudden coolness was flowing down the side of her thigh, guided by their sleeping posture.
Xie Shiwei’s eyelashes trembled guiltily. She closed her eyes, deceiving herself, and asked softly: “S-Sister, let me put on some clothes, and then, then I’ll comfort you, okay?”
She knew Jiang Xiyao disliked her clothes, so she wouldn’t wear them herself and wouldn’t let her wear them either.
But Xie Shiwei was someone who would wear a sleeping cap and warm socks even in her sleep, wrapping herself up tightly regardless of the season. She found it very difficult to speak in this state.
She was so embarrassed her toes were tense, unconsciously gripping the bedsheet.
The only answer she got was Jiang Xiyao’s cruel refusal: “Not okay.”
Jiang Xiyao seemed to be playing with a large toy. First, she lay on her side and hugged her from the front. After a while, she carried her onto her own body, pressing them face-to-face, treating her like a blanket.
After a moment, still dissatisfied, she changed to hugging Xie Shiwei from behind, even unreasonably shoving her knee between her thighs—
She even developed a great urge to explore the different skin textures on the girl’s body, rubbing her knees around wildly until she heard the person in her arms let out a soft moan.
Jiang Xiyao paused behind her: “Did I hit you?”
Remembering the girl’s tendency to cry at the slightest provocation, and the spot her kneecap had just hit, which should be very fragile, Jiang Xiyao asked a more precise question: “Did I hurt you there?”
Xie Shiwei swallowed hard. Her mind went blank from the sudden attack. The pain, however, gave rise to an incredibly greedy desire.
I, I love being treated like this, woo woo.
She tried desperately to hold back, shaking her head, but instead let out a suppressed sob: “N-No, no…”
Just then.
Jiang Xiyao suddenly sat up, her palm instantly reaching for the bend of her thigh: “Let me see.”
Xie Shiwei reacted, stiffening her leg in terror and trying to turn sideways to stop her: “Don’t!”
But she always forgot.
The strength Jiang Xiyao possessed was in stark contrast to her beautiful, exquisite, and fragile-looking face.
With one knee caught, and easily pressed so her thigh was extremely close to her abdomen, Xie Shiwei, who was nearsighted, saw an incredibly clear picture in the mirror-like black eyes.
She saw her own snow-white long legs, the patterned bedsheet that was a darker color than the rest, and, and the spot she usually kept strictly hidden—the place she hadn’t even revealed when she was a model—
Everything was seen by Jiang Xiyao.
She saw it all, clearly.
As her blank mind registered this fact, a rush of shyness and heat surged to Xie Shiwei’s head again. She unconsciously tensed her body.
Vaguely, she seemed to hear another sound that made her want to die from embarrassment.
And Jiang Xiyao narrowed her eyes meaningfully.
The deep pupils clearly reflected.
A faint, adorable little bubble that emerged.
Jiang Xiyao licked her lips. Perhaps because the tear she tasted earlier was a little salty, she felt that a little salt water was simply not enough to quench her thirst.
Even though she clearly understood that drinking salt water was merely quenching thirst with poison.
—But she wanted to taste more.