Alone, Beautifully – Chapter 97
by Little PandaMy Wife (9)
“To motivate me.”
Zheng Zhiyu heard Xu Jiao’s words, and not only did she have no fear, but she also looked around at the arrangement of the room, slowly approached Xu Jiao, and quietly said, with a breath like an orchid:
“So you like this kind of place, huh…”
Seeing the clean and tidy arrangement, she somewhat guessed the reason she was previously rejected in that dormitory. No wonder at that time she had already assumed such a posture, with her voice carrying an extremely seductive tone, yet Xu Jiao remained as calm as still water and even pushed her away at the critical moment, excusing herself to go to the bathroom.
This made Zheng Zhiyu very doubtful of her own charm, even considering whether it was because her ghostly identity carried too much yin energy and was thus disliked.
As a result.
Is it only because the dormitory environment isn’t good?
Xu Jiao didn’t expect that her simple word “tidy up” could again ferment into content of this nature, and she didn’t voice any explanation, merely casually took out a yellow talisman from her pocket—surprisingly, it was the amulet Zhou Qili had previously brought back from the temple for her.
Zheng Zhiyu sensed that annoying aura, her eyes moved slowly, and she stared at the yellow talisman pinched between her fingertips, slowly saying: “Throw it away, Jiaojiao, having me protect you is enough.”
Although she showed no expression while saying this, Xu Jiao strangely understood the talisman’s effect, which seemed to truly have an effect on the person in front of her. So she took the opportunity to ask: “If you press it on your body, what will happen?”
Zheng Zhiyu licked her bright red, blood-like lips.
As if hesitating whether or not to reveal the effect.
Xu Jiao now knows this talisman can be of great use, clearly intending to put it away carefully for safekeeping, but she doesn’t show it on her face. She only slowly moves the talisman towards Zheng Zhiyu’s forehead, her actions not fast. Just as she is about to reach it, the woman’s cold, pale hand grasps her wrist, with a tone filled with deep resentment:
“Alright, I only teased you twice, no need to use such a heavy hand on me…”
“What if my cultivation isn’t enough, and I get burned and disfigured by this thing?”
Xu Jiao’s fingertips shrank back, tightly clenching the talisman in her palm, she raised her eyebrows and silently looked at her.
Because of the power disparity between the two people, even debt collecting requires the other party’s willingness. Zheng Zhiyu, precisely aware of this, now slightly sighs, holding Xu Jiao’s wrist with a grip neither loose nor tight, as her thumb pad rubs across the wrist bone.
After a long time, she compromises, saying: “This talisman is drawn with runes that can temporarily trap fierce ghosts. It can also ward off disasters and dispel evil. Any dirty things approaching you with evil intent will be bounced away by it and temporarily trapped in place, unable to move. You can use this opportunity to escape from dangerous places.”
“Not using this yellow paper also works, as long as you learn the rune on it. Drawing it out can also temporarily trap small ghosts, but you are an ordinary person, and drawing this rune is not easy, so there’s no need to learn it—”
Zheng Zhiyu finds related content from her broken memory. Halfway through speaking, she sees Xu Jiao’s free hand moving in the air, self-taught, learning the talisman’s strokes. In theory, the exorcist profession must be passed down through families or connections. Otherwise, ordinary people seeing such a ghostly drawing wouldn’t understand anything, let alone find the starting stroke of this character.
Unable to find the starting point and not knowing the coherent strokes, naturally, one cannot copy or imitate.
But Xu Jiao, she actually…
Zheng Zhiyu’s eyebrows slightly moved, and her pitch-black eyes revealed a hint of solemnity. Her voice disappeared at some point, and in the air, only a faint, golden-like character slowly took shape.
That light was faintly visible, and with her fluid movement, it finally shakily appeared in the air.
Xu Jiao awakened from imitating the character’s shape, withdrew her hand, and also stared at the floating character in front of her. After a few seconds of silence, she asked, “Is this talisman such an easy thing to learn?”
Zheng Zhiyu, somewhat amused by her question, peered at her meaningfully: “What do you think?”
Relying on her previous experiences with horror films or fantasy novels, Xu Jiao judged that her current identity seemed to be shrouded in layers of mystery. However, she did not show obvious amazement and remained as indifferent as usual, even though she vaguely knew in her mind that the golden character in front could trap Zheng Zhiyu.
Afterwards, she slightly moved her wrist and pushed the character towards Zheng Zhiyu’s direction.
The red-clothed woman, momentarily unprepared, was surrounded by the golden character without any defense, instantly like a canary trapped in a cage. Her black eyes widened slightly, and she slowly asked, “What is this?”
Xu Jiao slowly withdrew her wrist that was caught, stepped back, observed the now slightly confused and helpless state of the red-clothed woman, calmly nodded, and commented, “This talisman seems to work well.”
Zheng Zhiyu: “…”
She amusingly looked at Xu Jiao, who was using her as an experiment, and stood obediently in that golden cage, as if punished, for a little while, then said to Xu Jiao: “The test is finished, now that you know you’re talented in this field, can you remove this thing?”
Xu Jiao crossed her arms over her chest, leaning on the bathroom’s doorway watching her, and slowly said, “You seem to have forgotten something.”
Zheng Zhiyu: “?”
Xu Jiao gently reminded her, “I just said I want to settle accounts with you.”
Zheng Zhiyu intended to show her a pleasing smile; on her pale face, her rosy lips tugged, and her pitch-black eyes looked very innocent. But unfortunately, her face now had almost no color, making even her smile appear eerie. After a while, she could only give up and, with a softened voice, called her:
“Jiaojiao~”
Xu Jiao remained unmoved, confirming that Zheng Zhiyu could not come out of the golden flowing light. She then straightened her posture and took two steps in Zheng Zhiyu’s direction, casually glancing inside the room and noticing that the window was tightly closed.
No wonder, after just a few words, she felt an indescribable stuffiness.
Xu Jiao suddenly raised her hand to loosen the bow belt at the back of her waist held by the skirt. Two loose fabrics fell, draping at knee-calf level, accentuating her equally slender leg lines to appear straight.
The light blue fabric highlighted her fair skin, with a playful wide-edge small V-neck design around the collarbone that showed a bit of purity. After loosening the bow, Xu Jiao raised her right hand again, reaching behind to slowly pull down the zipper at the back of the skirt.
The skirt, which was originally somewhat close-fitting, immediately began to slacken from the shoulder area.
Like a peach being peeled, about to reveal the sweet, enticing flesh inside.
Zheng Zhiyu’s eyes were fixed, staring at the fabric slipping off Xu Jiao’s shoulder, and asked, “What… are you doing?”
Xu Jiao recalled how earlier, Zheng Zhiyu took advantage of her inability to make large movements in public, playing with her lips and tongue, and secretly playing with her calf during meal times, and she unhurriedly answered:
“As you see.”
“The room is too hot, I want to take a shower in the bathroom.”
Zheng Zhiyu: “…”
She only now discovered that this person’s indifferent, cold expression lying beneath her, and finally being unwillingly drawn into a vortex of lust, was not the most enticing aspect.
It is this act of actively seducing her that truly is!
Clearly a ghostly fierce specter, Zheng Zhiyu only now realized that she could still feel heat rising within herself upon seeing such a scene; something within her must be broken!
Her voice was somewhat hoarse, like an air conditioner running too long in summer, the surface covered with a thin layer of mist, as she called out, dampness lingering: “Jiaojiao.”
Zheng Zhiyu’s black eyes let no light through, only persistently gazing at Xu Jiao a few steps away, as if she wished to swallow the person in front of her, her voice carrying an undertone of commanding strength:
“Come here.”
Xu Jiao slightly curled her lips, yet was not at all threatened by Zheng Zhiyu’s tone. The light blue fabric fell to the ground as she turned and headed towards the bathroom, her smooth back lines and delicate waist…
Clearly visible from Zheng Zhiyu’s angle.
She now finally understood Xu Jiao’s method of “settling accounts” with her. Earlier, she took advantage of Xu Jiao’s inability to counterattack and teased vigorously. Now, Xu Jiao inadvertently found the opportunity, and for how complacent Zheng Zhiyu was before, she now felt equally consumed by burning desire.
In the bathroom, the small semi-frosted glass door in front of the showerhead closed. Whoever designed this hotel made only the middle part with semi-transparent material, allowing people to glimpse rough outlines, but the firm muscles of the calves were unmistakably clear, even the splashed water droplets at the feet were clearly visible.
Zheng Zhiyu saw her mischievously not close the main door, feeling both angry and annoyed. But as she just began to step forward a little, the golden cage blocked her once, the light momentarily bursting, like a warning.
Zheng Zhiyu: “…”
She rarely shouted with a gritted-teeth tone: “Jiaojiao!”
Seeing Xu Jiao ignoring her, Zheng Zhiyu could only resort to both soft and hard tactics: “If you let me out now, we can call it even, hmm?”
Xu Jiao was initially not very confident about the effect of the golden light, but hearing Zheng Zhiyu say this, she was relieved, knowing that if the other party had a way out, she would have already done so and wouldn’t be wasting words like this. The fact that she could only argue like this was a sign of having no other options.
Thus, she comfortably enjoyed the hot water bath.
“Jiaojiao…”
“If you don’t let me out now, I’ll hold a grudge later.”
Six or seven minutes later.
Zheng Zhiyu’s voice went from initially firm to later coaxing and deceiving, even saying without dignity: “I know I was wrong, baby.”
Xu Jiao did not pay attention to her from start to finish, leaving the red-clothed woman standing outside like a kindergarten student being punished, listening to the splashing water sounds. She squeezed milky white shower gel into her hand, washing dense foam over her body, and used hot water to rinse away all her fatigue.
Originally, Xu Jiao intentionally ignored Zheng Zhiyu’s words. Later, she didn’t know when the sound outside stopped. As she was almost finished washing, she noticed this and turned her head to look outside.
The glass was covered with steam rising from the hot water, making it impossible to see anything. Xu Jiao then slightly pushed the door open, and immediately, where she expected to see golden light and red clothes, it was actually empty.
Xu Jiao’s movement paused for a moment.
Before she could react to what this meant, a cold sensation suddenly appeared on her wrist. The temperature in the small shower room suddenly dropped a bit, and a cool kiss pressed on her back skin, flushed slightly red by the hot water.
“Looking for me?” Zheng Zhiyu’s vibrant red clothes filled the entire shower room, her black hair cascading like a waterfall. She hugged Xu Jiao from behind, her voice slightly teasing.
Xu Jiao stood still in place, as if Zheng Zhiyu knew her doubts, she somewhat smugly said: “Think that kind of thing can trap me for a lifetime, hmm?”
Xu Jiao remained silent, her eyes lowered, looking at the color covering her hand, she said softly: “Go out, I haven’t finished washing.”
Zheng Zhiyu let out a gentle laugh.
“Haven’t finished washing?”
She saw Xu Jiao tilt her head, as if wanting to use the same trick to trap her, and then she held her hands, leaning forward to bite the nearby earlobe within sight.
In a low voice filled with an inexplicable emotion: “Just right, I’m here to help you.”
Hot water splashed on the glass and white tiles.
Inside the semi-transparent glass door, two slender white ankles were splashed by water, restlessly shifting to the side, but quickly pulled back by another force, toward the fiery red fabric, accidentally stepping on it.
A light “thud” was heard.
Xu Jiao’s back was pressed against the cold glass door, the force coming closer made her involuntarily raise her head as she vaguely uttered: “Cold… can’t…”
As soon as she finished speaking, she was pulled up, and immediately pushed to the other side of the wall, with hot water from above pouring down on her shoulders and back.
Zheng Zhiyu’s voice carried a hint of doting as she softly said to her: “Is it okay now?”
Xu Jiao, who was initially facing away, later turned around voluntarily, raised her hand to cover Zheng Zhiyu’s eyes, her throat moved as if choking, or perhaps her emotions were too intense.
Zheng Zhiyu heard her voice, and the corners of her lips slightly lifted. Even though her vision was blocked, her hands did not stop moving, and with a touch of doting, she said: “Let go, be good, this way I can’t see you.”
Xu Jiao let out a long sigh, her eyes lowering, as the warm water flowing from her forehead fell on her eyes, turning her pitch-black eyelashes into something resembling crow feathers.
She saw the belt on the red clothes, one hand covering Zheng Zhiyu’s eyes, the other reaching to untie it. When she held the long red cloth strip, she imitated the earlier teasing posture of this person, slightly panting, and leaned close to the other’s ear to ask:
“Want me?”
Zheng Zhiyu heard this, her emotions became a bit more excited. However, in reality, the temperature in the bathroom kept dropping. Fortunately, everything was as she had thought earlier. The things she fed Xu Jiao twice had an effect, helping the girl resist the yin energy from her own body.
She said softly: “Of course.”
Xu Jiao then fell silent, expressionlessly taking the cloth strip in her hand and covering Zheng Zhiyu’s eyes with it. Zheng Zhiyu had just a moment of light, only to be blocked again by the red belt, her hand movements stopped for a moment.
She reached out again to touch Xu Jiao’s hand, thinking the other person wanted to trap her again. However, those soft, warm fingertips did not move but instead pressed her hands down. Her voice, neither high nor low, carried a commanding presence:
“Don’t move.”
Zheng Zhiyu raised her eyebrows slightly and tilted her head, as if trying to see Xu Jiao’s expression through the silk cloth. However, this fabric was taken from her own body, and as long as it wasn’t removed, she couldn’t see anything.
Until Xu Jiao’s actions landed on her body, the layered red fabric became loose, and Zheng Zhiyu asked somewhat surprisedly: “Is this…?”
Was Xu Jiao actually taking the initiative to attack her?
Zheng Zhiyu was momentarily taken aback by Xu Jiao’s determination and stance, not knowing how to assess the other’s attempt to be the aggressor with such a fragile frame. She hesitated for just a few seconds, and Xu Jiao actually managed to undo her clothes.
But Xu Jiao’s advantage did not last long—
After Zheng Zhiyu reacted, her laughter spread lightly in the bathroom, and she did not remove the cloth from her eyes. She simply relied on her strength to press Xu Jiao back again, continuing her previous actions.
With one less layer of clothing obstructing her, Xu Jiao naturally found it more convenient to invade. Moreover, her body was still that of a student who didn’t exercise much, and what she thought were strong actions actually exerted no more force than a cat.
Her wrists, bent above her head, moved as she tried to undo her confinement. However, Zheng Zhiyu no longer gave her a chance and used the other end of the long belt, already soaked by water, to tie her wrists up.
Inside the humid bathroom, the sound of water was still relentlessly washing.
Mist seeped out from the half-open glass door, lingering everywhere in the room, making the tightly closed window glass half blurred, then condensing into water droplets that clung to the glass and slowly descended.
Heavy breathing and panting sounds leaked out from inside.
No one knew how much time had passed.
A voice carrying a hint of a crying tone, as if unable to bear it, sounded: “So swollen… cold…”
That voice did not prolong, slightly short, as if unwilling to show weakness yet forced with no choice, reluctantly leaked from the lips, but sounded more like acting spoiled.
A melodious, lingering voice sounded, its content covered beneath the pattering water sound, making it difficult to hear clearly, but the emotion revealed within carried a smile.
“Where is it cold?”
“If quicker, it wouldn’t be cold, right?”
The person covered by the red clothes shook her head, her shoulders uncontrollably starting to tremble, the hands pressed above her head also curled together, as if even her fingertips couldn’t endure this stimulation, then shyly shrank back.
Not long after, Xu Jiao bit the shoulder of the person in front of her, with tightly closed eyes, hot tears mixed with the water droplets on her face rolling down, and inside, a vaguely forced yielding sound emerged:
“Slow, slow down a bit…”
Zheng Zhiyu tilted her head, a slightly cool kiss fell on the side of her face, perhaps because the steamy bathroom wrapped the two for too long, she was finally touched with a bit of warmth, the kiss no longer as cold as before.
She softly said a sentence, repeating her previous request.
Xu Jiao shook her head randomly, her bound wrists moved, falling in front: “You first… untie…”
Zheng Zhiyu lightly laughed and refused her, only urging: “Hurry up, otherwise I may regret it.”
Xu Jiao, teased by her, found herself with no options, wanting to say something more, yet her throat was filled with uncontrollable sobbing sounds. She closed her eyes, and after a long moment of helplessness, she leaned towards the other, her trembling waist struggling to straighten, her rosy lips moving towards the red silk over the other’s eyes.
Her trembling jaw opened, biting the edge of the silk cloth, and forcefully pulled it down.
In the rising steam-filled space, mist shrouded the faces of the two women transcendently. The one against the wall had a flushed face, not knowing whether it was from the hot water or something else.
The other, with her eyes covered by the silk cloth, had skin as snow-white as a painting. The red cloth over her eyes fell, dropping to the ground, dyed deeper by the hot water a few shades, yet windingly intertwined with the red cloth on the other person’s wrists.
Looking from afar.
It was just like Yue Lao (god of marriage) used the thickest red string, tying their several lifetimes of marriage fate together forcefully.
No matter what, they could not be separated.
Three hours later—
Xu Jiao sat on the sofa, a snow-white quilt covering her waist and legs. She wore the same skirt from before, but below her collarbone, a faint dark mark was vaguely visible.
As if trying to hide yet revealing more.
She held a cup of freshly poured hot water in her hand, her gaze constantly looking around, as if she felt somewhat guilty, sensing some strange, lingering scent of ambiguity in the air.
After all, the steam from the bathroom seemed not to have completely dissipated.
Zheng Zhiyu leaned forward, supporting herself in front of the chair, watching Xu Jiao wrapped in the quilt, occasionally lifting her chin to plant scattered kisses on her face and neck.
Xu Jiao repeatedly pushed her away, glanced at the time on her phone, and glared at her, as if reminding the red-clothed one not to let absurdities delay proper work.
Zheng Zhiyu didn’t care what might appear in the room later. Having just tasted sweetness, she felt like a hungry traveler who had only just had an appetizer salad, unwilling to stop without enjoying the delicious main course.
She bent down to embrace Xu Jiao’s neck, rubbing her face with the tip of her nose: “Once more, okay?”
“I am here; it will not appear so tactlessly, hmm?”
At this moment, Xu Jiao’s lower abdomen was still somewhat swollen, and her lower back slightly stinging; how could she always mess around like this inhuman fellow? She pressed her lips and once again pushed away the other’s head.
When one of Zheng Zhiyu’s plans didn’t succeed, she switched to another: “You can come too, I don’t mind at all being watched by it, come on?”
The final modal particle was dragged very long, as if this invitation could contain ten thousand words of indescribable content.
Xu Jiao, almost ready to cough up blood from her heart at her words—
She indeed wanted to seriously teach this bastard Zheng Zhiyu a lesson.
The problem at this moment was that her whole body had no strength, at most wanting but powerless.
Thinking of this, Xu Jiao closed her eyes, pressing down those restless emotions. Her face showed a calm, abstinent appearance, exactly an unmoved posture.
Zheng Zhiyu, too familiar with the taste, became increasingly explicit in her invitation, even wanting to use provocation: “Could it be… you were so fierce earlier to provoke me to take you ruthlessly once, actually you do not want to touch me, is that it?”
Xu Jiao: “…”
She had just opened her mouth to say something when the overhead light suddenly went out.
The whole hotel room was in darkness.
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