“This will be our home for the next two months.”
Contrary to Ji Yuennian’s guess, after getting off the plane—already approaching evening—Jiang Chi did not take her to stay at a five-star hotel or anything like that. Instead, he called a taxi and brought her to a small villa on the outskirts of the city.
“Is this your place?”
“I rented it.” Jiang Chi shook the keys in his hand, then led “Ji Qingchan” inside.
The villa covered a little more than a hundred square meters, with one bedroom, a living room, a bathroom, a kitchen, a bath, and a balcony.
Unlike the empty space she’d imagined, the villa was well-furnished inside: sofa, TV, air conditioning—everything was there. The surrounding yard was also full of flowers and trees, making the place especially warm and cozy.
In the kitchen, there was everything you might need—rice, oil, salt, sauces, and vinegar. The fridge also had a small stock of fresh meat and vegetables, clearly bought just a few hours ago.
Seeing this, Ji Yuennian patted her chest and promised she’d handle dinner. After a brief rest, she put on a little apron and got busy.
Jiang Chi looked at the busy silhouette in the kitchen. The corners of his lips lifted slightly. Once he’d set down their luggage, he also walked into the kitchen to help.
A dusky night quietly settled in.
Dinner wasn’t anything fancy—stir-fried pork, a bowl of pickled vegetable meatball soup, and a plate of stir-fried greens. Ordinary, nothing elaborate, but both of them ate with great appetite.
After dinner, “Ji Qingchan” grabbed her change of clothes and headed to the bathroom. After all, she’d sprayed herself with water several times on the plane. As she put it herself, if she didn’t wash up, she’d feel sticky all over.
Jiang Chi sat on the sofa, reading through the books he’d bought from Zhang Junfang by the lamplight. From time to time, he glanced at the bathroom, his mind filled with countless thoughts and mixed emotions.
Personality is the internal tendency and psychological characteristics of an individual in their adaptation to people, things, and themselves.
It manifests in the integration of ability, temperament, character, needs, motives, interests, ideals, values, and physical constitution—a self with motivational consistency and continuity, a unique psycho-physical organization formed through socialization.
According to the book, Ji Yuennian and Ji Qingchan—these two personalities—live in the same body and must be connected in some way. The two might even be aware of each other’s existence.
What exactly is their relationship?
Two different users in the same body, or perhaps close siblings… The thought that someone might be closer to Ji Qingchan than he was made a shadow pass through his deep blue eyes.
Yet another reason not to let “Ji Yuennian” stay.
“Still reading that book?” Suddenly, a damp head appeared close again. Only then did Jiang Chi realize he’d been daydreaming. “Ji Qingchan” had finished her bath at some point and now ran over to him.
She was wrapped in a bathrobe, exposing her fair, smooth neck. Her hair clung damply to her cheeks, her bright eyes clear as spring water, blinking at him.
“Jiang Chi.”
“Mm?”
“I… want more.”
“Hm?”
“That… that thing…” The girl’s face flushed red, her voice so low it was barely audible.
This time, Jiang Chi understood, but pretended not to, wanting to tease her.
“Which thing?”
“The thing from the… the plane…” At this, Ji Yuennian’s face was burning, wishing she could crawl into a hole.
But… but… it had felt so good! Her whole being had soared into the clouds, like she was in heaven.
Hearing her request, Jiang Chi couldn’t help but smile. It seemed his little girlfriend, Xiao Qingchan, was truly a… little succubus who could never be satisfied.
In the next moment, the world spun. Before Ji Yuennian, blushing, could react, the young man scooped her up by the waist. His large hand squeezed her soft, tender bottom as he smiled and carried her into the bathroom.
Night grew deep, and on the king-size bed in the bedroom—
A faint scent of lilies lingered at her nose. Ji Yuennian just couldn’t fall asleep. She rubbed her tummy with her soft little hand—her skin felt delicate, fresh, as if washed clean.
In fact, it had been washed clean. That guy Jiang Chi, for all his icy, untouchable exterior, was actually far more adventurous than she’d imagined.
He’d first unscrewed the showerhead in the bathroom, adjusted the water to just above body temperature—warm, but not scalding—and aimed the shower at that part of her body, gently probing inside…
Yes, that.
It felt wonderful.
The warm water streamed into her body, making her lower belly puff out little by little. That hot, strong hand worked skillfully, like a master baker shaping dough, tracing out all kinds of forms.
Her whole body arched up, and then, in the grip of that powerful man, everything rushed forth in a wild torrent! The girl felt every cell in her body tremble, her mind going utterly blank.
In that moment, after seventeen years as a man, Ji Yuennian finally understood what it meant to truly ascend to the clouds, to be utterly consumed with pleasure.
She didn’t know why she’d become like this, as if she’d become a slave to desire. She’d always been normal before—at most, watching some videos or taking matters into her own hands.
But ever since that crazy makeout with a certain bastard on the plane, it was like a new world had opened for her—or like some hidden switch in this body had finally been flipped. Like a certain website finally finding the 18+ switch, everything had gotten weird.
Suddenly, a wave of urgency hit. Ji Yuennian blushed. She’d played Dragon King a few times on the plane, then just now in the bathroom they’d played some… ahem, couple games, and she’d also drunk a lot of water before bed.
Not wanting to wake Jiang Chi, Ji Yuennian carefully climbed out of bed and padded to the bathroom, quickly unfastened her pants, and reflexively reached back—
But didn’t find anything there. Blinking in confusion, the sleepy girl looked down, only then remembering she was a girl now. She squatted, relaxed, and that urge soon faded away.
She looked at her own legs, feeling a strange sense of discomfort.
How to describe it? It was like someone used to walking on two feet suddenly having to crawl on all fours like a cat.
A clash of male thought habits and female physiology—awkward, to say the least.
Yawning, maybe because the urge had passed, Ji Yuennian felt drowsy, pushed the thought aside for now, and felt her way back to the bedroom along the wall.
After all, it was just two months as a girl, and she kept the silver coin with her. If she really couldn’t get used to it, she could always switch back to male form for the bathroom, then change back.
Sleepily, Ji Yuennian fumbled along the wall for a while before her hand found a doorknob.
“What are you doing!”
Suddenly, a stern male voice startled her. She turned—there was Jiang Chi in pajamas, awake at some point.
“Going back to bed,” Ji Yuennian mumbled drowsily.
“That door leads to the basement. You took the wrong way.” Jiang Chi didn’t give her a choice, pulling “Ji Qingchan” straight back to the bedroom. But before he closed the door, he gave the door leading to the basement a long, deep look.