“You need to sign the Promise Note first!”
As Song Qiuyu spoke, she unzipped her backpack and rummaged inside for a notebook.
The streetlamp on the hillside cast a bright light on her delicate, snow-like cheeks.
Her skin was flawless, not a single pore in sight, only the faintest hint of soft, downy fuzz.
With pale, slender fingers, she flipped open the notebook, pinching a black pen between her fingertips as she pulled off the cap.
Ah swish, with utmost seriousness, she wrote a few lines on the paper.
“Starting from today, in seven days, Jiang Xiao must keep his promise. He can’t like Song Qiuyu anymore, nor can he like Shen Xi. Otherwise…”
She paused, frowning, and continued to write: “He’ll owe Song Qiuyu and Shen Xi one hundred million dollars each, for a total of two hundred million!”
Jiang Xiao pondered silently.
“Here, sign your name!”
Song Qiuyu finished writing, then handed the notebook and pen to Jiang Xiao.
She didn’t know much about Jiang Xiao’s family situation, but she was certain he wasn’t some rich heir, so two hundred million dollars was an astronomical figure for him.
However.
Even if Jiang Xiao signed it, in reality, this note…
In the end, it was up to Jiang Xiao’s self-discipline…
If Jiang Xiao insisted on playing tricks, there was nothing she could do—she’d just have to accept it.
Jiang Xiao didn’t say much either. He took the paper and pen, glanced at the cute handwriting on the page, narrowed his eyes, and signed his name.
“Then, from now on, you’re my girlfriend.” He said, passing the notebook and pen back to her.
“It’s only for the next week!”
Song Qiuyu clenched her teeth as she emphasized, taking the notebook and pen back and putting them into her backpack.
Knowing it was a trap yet still having to jump in—what could she do? She owed Jiang Xiao too much.
She would try her best to make him happy for this week, hoping he’d keep his promise and let her go when the time was up.
For someone as steeped in guilt as she was, this was the best ending she could imagine!
This week… would be her final atonement.
“Xi’er, then from now on, fulfill the duties of a girlfriend. And remember, it’s a girlfriend who likes me very much!”
Jiang Xiao raised his brows and laughed softly.
“Please, have some faith in my acting and the basic skills of a Master of Fraud, okay?”
Song Qiuyu called herself the Master of Fraud, sighed, then opened her arms and pressed her face against Jiang Xiao’s firm chest.
Feeling his body stiffen slightly, her heartbeat quickened, a wave of heat rapidly rising in some parts of her body, as if she might burst into flames.
A girlfriend who likes Jiang Xiao very much…
Keeping this in mind, her body started to move on its own, without her even realizing it. She slowly lifted her face, revealing those eyes.
She breathed in that addictive scent of cedar soap, gazed at his Adam’s apple moving as he swallowed, and couldn’t help but swallow herself.
Then, closing her eyes, she leaned in and kissed his Adam’s apple.
Jiang Xiao lowered his gaze, watching intently, his body becoming increasingly tense.
Then she stuck out her pink tongue, slowly trailing upwards, until she kissed the corner of his lips!
But she was too short, and halfway through, Jiang Xiao lowered his head, helping her succeed.
Jiang Xiao furrowed his brows, just staring at her flushed cheeks, the corners of her eyes tinged red, unable to restrain his feelings.
“Xi’er, why do you keep your eyes closed? Is it because your eyes can’t lie?”
Song Qiuyu’s movements froze.
She forced herself to open her eyes, meeting his lowered gaze, and her face burned even hotter.
Embarrassed, she tried to move her lips away from his mouth.
“Is this acting too? As expected of Xi’er, your acting is really good—I almost thought you truly liked me a lot.”
Jiang Xiao looked at her watery apricot eyes, speaking slowly.
“Hmph, this is just the beginning.”
Muttering, Song Qiuyu bit her lip lightly, then suddenly grabbed Jiang Xiao’s collar, rose up on tiptoe, and bit his left cheek.
Jiang Xiao froze, feeling like she was venting her emotions, deliberately biting him—especially on the face.
But being bitten in such a conspicuous spot wasn’t bad. After all, it was his girlfriend who did it.
She didn’t dare bite too hard; there wasn’t even a tooth mark.
Song Qiuyu opened her mouth, then licked the spot with her tongue.
For some reason, what she thought would be too embarrassing to do actually turned out to be easier than expected…
This mix of embarrassment, discomfort, and pleasure was strangely addictive.
In that moment, she suddenly recalled a word she’d read somewhere before—Skin Hunger Syndrome.
It was said to be a condition common among lovers, an obsession with skin-to-skin contact.
Whenever Jiang Xiao kissed her or they touched, she could sense this growing obsession.
She couldn’t call it rejection, nor disgust—in fact, it was… it was as if she really did like him!
Damn, Jiang Xiao must’ve seen all of her embarrassed expressions by now!
Today…
Today was only the first day.
Luckily, she could still hide everything behind her acting—she couldn’t let Jiang Xiao catch on, or he’d have her completely under his thumb.
“Xi’er, do you really like my face that much? If you keep gnawing on me, how will I face people later?”
Jiang Xiao admired the shame and infatuation in her expression, his voice low and husky.
“It’s not just your face!”
Song Qiuyu quickly pressed her moist lips to Jiang Xiao’s, wanting to kiss him hard in retaliation.
But Jiang Xiao was even quicker, closing his lips.
In the end, it was just their lips touching, nothing more.
“Mmm…”
In that instant, Song Qiuyu realized Jiang Xiao was doing it on purpose.
But there was nothing she could do—she had to act like she really liked Jiang Xiao.
Mainly because, deep down, she truly wanted to kiss him.
So she teasingly licked at his lips, asking for more, but after a few tries, she couldn’t take it anymore—Jiang Xiao simply wouldn’t give her the chance!
“That should be enough, right? We should go back. Your little brother and sister still need you.” She let go of his collar, ready to call it quits.
But in the next moment, she felt his arm tighten around her waist, pulling her firmly against him.
Feeling Jiang Xiao’s solid body, Song Qiuyu’s eyes widened, and she instinctively thought about what might happen next.
“But what should I do? I can’t hold back anymore—I want to kiss you until you pass out right now.”
Jiang Xiao pressed his face down, kissing her with both strength and tenderness, the corners of his mouth lifting in a smile.
“Mmm!”
Song Qiuyu felt lightheaded, once again certain that she really did love kissing Jiang Xiao.
It was as if several switches inside her had been suddenly flipped.
One switch controlled desire—she shamelessly indulged in this ambiguous closeness.
She thought things like this should happen between Jiang Xiao and someone better, but the more she thought so, the more greedy she became, wanting not just a moment, but forever.
One switch controlled pride—she shamelessly enjoyed this steadfast affection, certain in her heart that for a long time, Jiang Xiao wouldn’t fall for anyone else, and would only bully her like this.
There were so many switches—maybe even one for the wild abandon brought on by a woman’s passion, making her want more and more…
She felt like a leaf floating on the night wind, drifting without a destination.
Yet, she couldn’t help but immerse herself, unable to escape.
So addictive.
Seeing Song Qiuyu’s dazed expression, Jiang Xiao kissed her even harder, but as he noticed her growing initiative, he changed his mind, suddenly letting go of her.
“Come on, Jiang Li and the others are still waiting for us to go home.”
Song Qiuyu: “?”