Chapter 203: Kissed Him 3

To be honest, Ji Yuennian herself wasn’t a stranger to kissing Jiang Chi. For instance, during the last practical activity, in a fit of anger, she had forcefully kissed Jiang Chi.

If Su Tian hadn’t walked in by mistake, Ji Yuennian even suspected she might have pushed Jiang Chi down in a rage, wearing “Ji Qingchan’s” face.

But that was then, and this is now. Not to mention she was now under her family’s watchful eyes, and besides…

…Her clear gaze landed on the man’s mature and strikingly handsome face.

Ugh~~

Ji Yuennian felt she simply couldn’t bring herself to do it, but to fool her parents, she had no choice.

It was like going to a gay bar out of curiosity, only to end up forcibly bending her orientation.

Ji Hong’s gaze was growing sharper. Ji Yuennian knew she didn’t have much time left. A moment’s hesitation could be passed off as being stunned, but too long, and there’d be no way to explain the twists and turns in her heart.

She couldn’t care about feeling sick anymore. Taking a deep breath, she reached out to cup the man’s chiseled face, closed her eyes, and pressed her lips to his!

The rich fragrance of hyacinths spread from the man’s cool, thin lips, carrying a hint of coldness and chill.

The kiss wasn’t intense, lasting only a few seconds—just for show in front of her parents.

Yet Ji Yuennian could still clearly feel a certain shameless man sneak his tongue in for a taste.

She didn’t bother to glare at him. Forcing down the nausea in her heart, Ji Yuennian looked at the camera and said, “Bao Bao needs to take medicine. After that, there’s a walk. Hanging up now,” then hurriedly ended the video.

In another part of the city, after witnessing their son (or younger brother) tenderly holding a supermodel queen’s face for a passionate kiss, then “shyly” and “hurriedly” hanging up the video call—

Ji Haotong and Huang Qingchuan’s eyes unconsciously fell on the “culprit” sitting in the center seat.

Even with all the thick-skinned experience Ji Hong had accumulated over the years, being stared at like this by his eldest son and wife still made his old face flush. He coughed lightly.

“Looks like I was overthinking it.”

In fact, Ji Hong’s suspicions were not only accurate, but right on target. Because, the moment the video call ended, that long-legged queen couldn’t hold back the churning in her stomach anymore and immediately threw up.

She vomited until she was dizzy, the place a mess, so much so that even Jiang Chi, just having taken off his wig, was surprised.

Was he really that disgusting to her?

It wasn’t until she rinsed her mouth with half a cup of warm water and drank another half that the pale color on Ji Yuennian’s face improved. Yet her body was weak, slumped on the dining chair, on the verge of sliding off the table.

Jiang Chi stepped forward, wanting to help, but the queen promptly kicked him away.

“Screw you! How dare you stick your tongue in!” Ji Yuennian glared at him fiercely, her face flushed with anger as she waved her fists—completely different from her earlier weak appearance.

Or rather, that weak, resistant look from before was only psychological.

“Sorry.” The shameless man, well aware he was in the wrong and hadn’t been able to control himself, apologized.

“What’s the use of apologizing? My first… uh, my innocence— I’ve never put my tongue in any other woman’s mouth, but now I got another man’s tongue shoved in mine.”

Ji Yuennian cursed under her breath.

“I’m so pissed! Dad’s really something, always going against me, even naming you for me to kiss. Ugh~ Kissing a man really hurts my masculine pride. This will never happen again!!”

Masculine pride?

Jiang Chi’s gaze swept over the queen’s face, flushed with anger, lingered on her chest heaving with every curse, and traced the perfect curves outlined by her long legs crossed in that queenly posture…

Honestly, he couldn’t figure out what Ji Yuennian was still insisting on.

If Ji Yuennian had the image of an ascetic, disciplined before and after gender-swap, Jiang Chi would have nothing to say.

But after the swap, Ji Yuennian was full of desire, living a wild life every night, even volunteering herself to be the Water Dragon King, one of the top three, all sampled by himself.

Sure, Jiang Chi had played a small part in it, but only a small part.

Ultimately, Ji Yuennian couldn’t properly manage her “female ** desires” after the swap, becoming a one-a-day artisan.

Clearly, she was already half-lost in those “female ** desires,” yet she still stubbornly shouted about being a “real man” and so on.

Jiang Chi looked at the person in front of him—so full of contradictions, yet so perfectly, beautifully conflicted.

He suddenly remembered a recent discussion he’d seen on a forum about “TS girls”: after a gender swap, is it self-identity suppressing hormones, or do hormones gradually change self-identity?

“What are you staring at, you old pervert!”

“All you do is stare every day. I must have had the worst luck for eight lifetimes to run into you!”

“It’s not like you don’t get to play on normal days, but you still had to stick your tongue in!!”

A sharp pain shot up his calf, snapping him out of his thoughts. Ji Yuennian shoved her teacup at him, slender finger pointing at the kitchen: “Pour me some milk. No ice. Thanks.”

Jiang Chi took the cup, but his eyes were still fixed on the long-legged queen sitting in the chair.

Just moments ago, she’d been yelling at him. Now, she was acting all proud as she made her request.

He turned and walked toward the kitchen, the corners of his mouth curving up in a silent smile.

This version of Ji Yuennian was truly adorable.

If only there could be two of her, that’d be even cuter.

A certain obsessive man secretly thought.

*****

What does a kiss feel like?

The old Ji Yuennian didn’t know. She’d never dated, never found a girlfriend to her taste. The new Ji Yuennian didn’t know either, because the one she’d kissed was, damn it, a man—a solid, muscular man!

But speaking of kissing, Ji Yuennian did have some experience. Like when she played the role of little girlfriend “Ji Qingchan” and kissed Jiang Chi. Or the time she kissed his cheek as a reward after he satisfied her in bed. Or the time in the bathroom, after being turned into the Water Dragon King, when she pecked his lips contentedly after spraying water.

But all those were just light pecks, no tongue involved. This time, though, her mouth had been invaded—even if it was just a little.

“Ji-ge, Ji-ge, what are you thinking about?”

A familiar male voice sounded in her ear, snapping Ji Yuennian back to her senses. Only then did she realize she was sitting, dazed, on the public bench at the sports field. The person beside her was Su Tian, who had just played basketball with her and was drenched in sweat.

“Nothing.” Ji Yuennian took a swig of mineral water, replying casually as her eyes drifted ahead.

“Ji-ge, you’ve seemed distracted lately. Even your basketball’s lost its passion.” Su Tian, also holding a bottle of water, was dressed in a loose #9 basketball T-shirt and white sneakers, looking fresh and clean.

“What’s up?” Ji Yuennian glanced at him indifferently. No one knew their little brother better than the big brother. Having watched over Su Tian for years, how could she not know when there was something behind his words?

“Uh… a little something.”

“Go on.”

Glancing around to make sure no one was near, Su Tian lowered his voice: “The brothers all say you’ve been hanging around the school hunk a lot lately.”

“Have I?” Ji Yuennian subconsciously touched her chin, quickly recalling all her recent interactions with Jiang Chi. After a moment, she had to admit, yes, they had indeed gotten pretty close lately.

“My family does business with his. It’s normal to hang out.”

“By the way, Old Su, how’s the sports department going with just you? Those troublemakers…”

“Ji-senpai.” Suddenly, a crisp voice rang out behind her. Ji Yuennian turned and saw a girl in a blue uniform with a ponytail running toward them.