Chapter 70: Growing Affection 2

Jiang Chi grew increasingly embarrassed and at a loss. He reached out to close the video, but after receiving a fierce glare from the drunken girl, he dared not move.

In the end, the flushed, drunken girl watched Jiang Chi remain unfazed by her provocations and temptations, merely turning his head away with the calm demeanor of a gentleman, as steady as Mount Tai. She felt both disappointed and resentful.

“Look at you, such a coward. If it were me, I’d just jump on and make them kneel on the bed, calling me daddy.” Ji Qingchan grumbled as she put on her t-shirt, pouting disdainfully.

“I’m starting to wonder if you’ve ever had any… you know, ‘repairs’ done down there, or if everything’s normal.”

The drunken girl glanced with utter contempt at a certain place on his body, then suddenly noticed the blush on the boy’s face and arched an eyebrow teasingly.

“You’re not secretly using me as spell-casting material, are you?”

Jiang Chi said nothing, just turned his flushed face aside.

At this, Ji Qingchan, who had been joking, seemed to understand something. A subtle hint of flirtation crossed her expression.

“You really are using me as spell material? Legs or chest? No, it should be hands—you stared at my hands for so long last time, you must be a hand fetishist, just like that junior manager of mine.”

“Hehe~ Jiang Chi, feeling good? Isn’t there a kind of desecrated beauty to it? Hahaha, need me to recommend a masturbator? The NetEase Spring Breeze Elf is not bad, though the rotation speed is a bit fast, and the lubrication isn’t enough—it can cause bleeding…”

“Wanna try a remote session? I’ll put my mouth in front of the phone camera, and you show your little Jiang to the camera. Hehehe~ I’m such a genius for coming up with this idea…”

The drunken girl teased with a laugh.

Jiang Chi wanted to cut her off harshly, but the civilized qualities he had developed over the years left him unable to find the right moment to speak. In the end, he could only respond with silence.

“Hahaha, oh my god! I’m so excited, I’m actually excited!”

“That’s not right!”

“But I’m really excited!”

Meanwhile, Ji Qingchan covered her burning face with both hands, rolling wildly on the bed, looking almost like a writhing maggot gone mad.

She didn’t even understand what was happening to her now, but there was an intense rush of pleasure and stimulation, as if some kind of self-destructive program deep within her soul had been violently triggered at this moment. Her body began to uncontrollably act out nearly insane gestures.

Teasing Jiang Chi, joking with Jiang Chi, seducing Jiang Chi.

It was like staining a once pure white paper with her own unique marks. Each temptation toward Jiang Chi, breaking all boundaries, was like a poisonous fruit—once tasted, impossible to stop.

“Jiang Chi, hurry up, come at me right here.”

“Achoo, achoo~”

After a cup of oolong tea cooled her stomach, Phoenix Qingchuan, who had been sneezing nonstop, shook her head and immediately felt a refreshing ease in her nose.

“In such hot weather, little Feng Feng, you actually caught a cold.” Chen Mengrou rubbed her good friend’s shoulders gently and teased with a smile, “Are you missing your Honghong? Wanting some ‘public grain’?”

“Probably so. Our piano queen was so dominant at the wedding, but the next day she was stuffed like a custard bun and cried to me for comfort.”

Recalling Phoenix Qingchuan’s embarrassing moments, Chen Mengrou couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

“You’re poking my sore spot again!” Phoenix Qingchuan blushed and coquettishly retorted.

Thinking back to those times… better not think about it.

It was just super embarrassing, a black history she wished she could toss into the trash without a second thought.

“Honestly, I still prefer the red hair you dyed back then.” Chen Mengrou placed a hand on Phoenix Qingchuan’s shoulder, playing with her long hair while sighing.

“Dyeing isn’t good for kids. I read that in the pregnancy handbook.” Phoenix Qingchuan curled her lips. “Later, the fortune teller said because I dyed my hair red, I have too much fire in my fate. So both my kids are boys, and I couldn’t fulfill my wish for a son and a daughter.”

The two best friends chatted.

From their own children to starting families in the future, from parenting tips to hopes for future daughters-in-law, from married life raising kids to carefree days at school.

Time hadn’t buried all memories; instead, as it passed and settled, it made them all the more rich and interesting.

“I really miss high school.” Chen Mengrou rested her chin gently on her best friend’s shoulder and sighed softly.

“I still remember in senior year when some thugs outside school extorted a few hundred yuan from me. When you heard it, without hesitation, you grabbed your steel pipe, one each, and knocked them all down.”

“And you laughed the whole time like you were crazy. I was stunned watching you. If the police hadn’t shown up, I honestly thought you might have killed someone.”

Phoenix Qingchuan rubbed her nose sheepishly, her gaze drifting, “How long ago was that? Why bring it up again?”

“Also, I’m not crazy. I just like to laugh when I beat people.” She added emphatically.

The next day, Wednesday.

“Ahhhhh!!!”

“What on earth did I do last night!!”

Waking up, Ji Qingchan—or rather, Ji Yuenián—recalled all the “absurd things” he had done last night and immediately howled like a ghost, clutching his head and crying.

Last night… last night…

Boohoohoo~~~

Ji Yuenián buried his flushed little face in the pillow, wanting to pretend to be an ostrich. How could he face anyone now? How could he face anyone?

He probably already dropped from positive feelings to negative with Jiang Chi.

He thought he was a pure and cute junior schoolgirl, but deep inside was an unabashed pervert who even took the initiative to give benefits and anxiously wanted to watch the other guy put on the glue.

Drinking ruined everything!

The ancients spoke truly!!

After a long while buried in his pillow, Ji Yuenián the ostrich finally decided to face reality properly, at least turning over and washing up first.

By the way, when did he transform? He remembered going to bed as a male, didn’t he?

Ji Yuenián was thoroughly puzzled.

“Why is my hair so long?” He rubbed his face with a wet towel randomly, then looked confusedly into the mirror at the boy with the artistic, shoulder-length hair.

In just one night, his hair had grown from ear-length to shoulder-length.

He pulled out the scissors he’d recently bought from the drawer and was about to cut the long hair when he suddenly stopped.

“Just be yourself.”

The caring and comforting words of the blue-eyed boy still seemed to echo in his ears. His fingertips instinctively stroked the smooth long hair, and a trace of hesitation and struggle appeared in his eyes.

Cut, or not cut?

“Myself? Hmph!”

Ji Yuenián took a deep breath and looked at the boy in the mirror, pounding his chest fiercely. “I am Ji Yuenián! I’m the school bully! School bullies can’t keep long hair! I do whatever I want!”

“That little Jiang Chi has only been to school a few years and dares to lecture and PUA me!”

“I, Ji Yuenián, act in my life with no need to explain to others.”

Black hair fragments fell to the floor, and his head felt much lighter. Yet, for some reason, his heart seemed heavier than before.