“Ahhhhh!!”
“Jiang Chi is just too good at this, I can’t bear to let him go.”
“It feels so good, how can it feel so good~~”
After another round of little games in the bathroom, Ji Yueni, her face flushed, rolled about on the bed, burying her head in the pillow. She had already lost track of how many pairs of panties she’d changed in the past half month.
Anyway, all the used ones got a small wash every day, a big wash every three days. If she really didn’t want to wash them, she’d just toss them out and buy new ones.
But no matter what, Ji Yueni was quite satisfied with her current days—playing in the daytime, sleeping at night, and enjoying herself in the bathroom from time to time. The only one suffering was Jiang Chi. With the prize right in front of him, he could only play but not ‘eat’.
On the sofa, the girl lounged comfortably with her head in the man’s lap, gripping her tablet tightly as she played Fruit Ninja with great interest. The man beside her was still engrossed in that book, completely absorbed in his reading.
After playing Fruit Ninja for a while, Ji Yueni gradually grew bored. Her lively eyes turned to the man, and she stretched out her slender finger, gently poking his handsome face, accentuated by its distinct features.
“Is that book really that interesting? You’re not even paying attention to me. Why don’t you put it down and play King of Fighters with me?” There was a hint of coquettish complaint in her voice.
After a pause, she pouted her lips a little and mumbled softly as if in protest, “Weren’t we supposed to have some alone time? Yet you keep reading your book. My precious youth is being wasted by you.”
For Jiang Chi, this wasn’t the first time ‘Ji Qingchan’ had complained like this. She always seemed to crave more of his company during her limited time in this world.
Perhaps… this was the helplessness and sorrow of having a dual personality. A day clearly had twenty-four hours, but for the secondary personality, it seemed to be only twelve, maybe even less.
A hint of darkness flashed across the young man’s eyes.
He wasn’t a patient with dissociative identity disorder, but according to what he’d read, in some cases, the main personality exercised tremendous control over the secondary personality, making it almost impossible to overturn that control or switch roles.
In his heart, it was Ji Yueni who forced Ji Qingchan to get close to him, who made Ji Qingchan deceive his feelings. Ji Qingchan would always be a perfect, pure girl.
All the responsibility, all the mistakes, all the wrongdoings—they all belonged to Ji Yueni!
He slowly reached out and gently rubbed the girl’s soft hair, his voice filled with affection as he said, “In a few days, when I finish reading this book, I’ll give you a present.”
“What present?” The moment she heard ‘present,’ Ji Yueni stopped complaining. Her big, lively eyes sparkled with curiosity.
“It’s a secret for now.”
“Riddler, get out of Gotham City!”
Jiang Chi just smiled without answering, letting ‘Ji Qingchan’ do as she pleased in his arms. After a while, the girl grew tired and simply rested her head on the man’s lap and drifted off to sleep.
The rich scent of yulan magnolias mixed with the strong male hormones lingered at the tip of her nose—it was so reassuring, so relaxing, so intoxicating that even Ji Yueni herself didn’t realize she’d unconsciously grown fond of that scent.
Jiang Chi gently pulled over the thin blanket and carefully covered the girl’s belly, then turned another page of his book. Densely packed words filled his azure eyes, and the tiny spark within him grew stronger and stronger, as if it was going to illuminate his whole world.
The sun rose in the east and set in the west, day giving way to night.
Ji Yueni thought that these two months of womanhood would pass in this sweet and peaceful way, but on this particular day, around noon, Jiang Chi suddenly insisted on cooking himself. Ji Yueni couldn’t refuse and had no choice but to help out on the side.
“Our Scholar Jiang isn’t reading today?” Ji Yueni teased while skillfully slicing potatoes into fine shreds.
“I finished reading. I don’t need to anymore.” Jiang Chi paused his chopping, then turned his head to look at the girl with the cute apron tied around her waist.
‘Ji Qingchan’ had been really into cosplay lately—at least three outfits a day, mixing all kinds of styles: fishnet stockings + mini skirt + T-shirt, Valentino heels + cheongsam, orange fantasy + mini skirt + absolute territory, and more.
Jiang Chi had feasted his eyes (and hands) during this time, but every time he could only play and not ‘eat,’ leaving Little Jiang craving every day.
Today’s outfit for ‘Ji Qingchan’ was a light pink cotton floral short-sleeve, paired with light purple long pants. Her long hair was tied up in a ponytail, showing off her smooth forehead and slender neck. Her delicate, palm-sized face wore a gentle smile.
At this moment, she held a small knife in her left hand and a potato in her right. She moved quickly, soon finishing a plate of shredded potatoes and beaming as she handed them to him.
Jiang Chi suddenly felt something stirring inside, as if something was about to break free.
These past days, he’d been too subdued.
He wanted the future so badly that he’d been neglecting the present, neglecting the girl right in front of him.
“If only time could stop at this moment,” he murmured softly.
As for personality treatment, he really wasn’t confident. In plain terms, it was about merging the main and secondary personalities into one, with the main personality in control.
But he didn’t want that. He didn’t want his Qingchan to be tainted by Ji Yueni. He wanted the pure ‘Ji Qingchan,’ that unique, one-of-a-kind ‘Ji Qingchan,’ not a fusion of two personalities.
“Ji Qingchan.” Jiang Chi suddenly called to the girl carrying the meatball soup out. He took a deep breath. “Having you is the luck of my life.”
“For the rest of my life, I’ll protect you. I swear.”
Leaving the kitchen, the corners of the girl’s mouth curved up in silence.
What’s up with Jiang Chi this time? Oh well, he does have a sweet tongue, knows how to say touching words, and even has half my style.
At the table, Jiang Chi personally served ‘Ji Qingchan’ a bowl of steaming hot meatball soup, watching as she drank it.
After confirming that ‘Ji Qingchan’ had drunk the meatball soup, Jiang Chi smiled tenderly and used his chopsticks to add a piece of fragrant pork chop to her bowl.
“Qingchan, do you know Ji Yueni?” he asked, sounding casual.
“Sure, Senior Ji.” The girl answered, her words muffled by the pork chop in her mouth.
“He’s famous for his righteousness and generosity—no one at school doesn’t know him.”
Her eyes darted mischievously, a hint of playful malice flashing in them. “Actually, I think Senior Ji is just a bit more outstanding than Senior Jiang.”
“Oh?” Jiang Chi raised an eyebrow in mock puzzlement. “In what way is he better than me?”
“Connections, social skills, physical fitness…” The girl was happily boasting and teasing, but when her eyes met the boy’s—those deep, star-filled eyes—she seemed to be under a spell, and stopped speaking at once.
Jiang Chi just smiled and shook his head lightly, his slender fingers tapping rhythmically on the table, making a crisp sound.
Then, he looked at the girl again, his gaze as if it could pierce right through her, as if searching for a hidden soul deep within.
“Qingchan, go get a cola from the fridge for me.”
“Okay~”
Though she was muttering in her heart about a ‘lazy dog,’ the girl’s body was obedient, and she cheerfully went to the kitchen to fetch a cola for her big boyfriend Jiang.
“Ji Yueni!”
Suddenly, a man’s voice called out from behind.
“Mm.” Ji Yueni turned her head instinctively.