Chapter 25.2

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Then, a phone call came in. The moment Chi Yin saw the name “Jiang Shu” on the screen, she immediately straightened up, her demeanor switching to serious in an instant.

“Yes, I’m fine. […] I’m doing well, in a good mood. […] Your sister-in-law is here. […] She’s not available to take the call right now. […] Mm, hang up now. Focus on your homework and go to bed early.”

Qiao Ziman: “???”

She was shocked—how could Chi Yin still say something so authoritative while drunk? But, after seeing how Chi Yin just acted, there was no way Qiao Ziman believed she was still drunk.

Chi Yin gave her a hazy glance. Qiao Ziman, still suspicious: “???”

Chi Yin lowered her eyes and looked at her phone. “Do you know why I get along so much better with my half-sister than with the rest of my family?”

Qiao Ziman’s attention was successfully drawn. “Why?”

“Because I want her to be like me, to have her own thoughts, to live a life she enjoys, and not be turned into a tool by my mother.”

Qiao Ziman understood. So Chi Yin was forcing herself to act strong, to maintain a positive image in front of her sister?

Chi Yin gently tilted her head. “Alright, no more talking. My head hurts. Let me hug you again.”

Qiao Ziman: “…”

Fine, she was getting used to it.

The noodles were ready. Chi Yin took a small bite, and the rest ended up in Qiao Ziman’s stomach. Great, looks like she was just messing with her. Qiao Ziman was mentally exhausted, her stomach full, and her head aching. Thankfully, after tucking Chi Yin into bed, she fell asleep almost immediately, her head barely hitting the pillow. Finally, Qiao Ziman was free.

Wiping the sweat from her forehead, she sat down beside her and lightly patted Chi Yin’s face, laughing softly, “Aren’t you a clean freak? Didn’t you want to shower? Let’s see if you’re still going to make a fuss!”

In her sleep, Chi Yin frowned and muttered, “I want to shower.”

Qiao Ziman: “…” She really shouldn’t have mentioned it. Sigh.

Chi Yin turned over in her sleep and mumbled, “If you don’t help me, I’ll deal with you tomorrow.”

??? How was she even threatening people in her sleep? Qiao Ziman hesitated.

At that moment, her phone suddenly chimed. Wondering who could possibly be awake at this hour, she glanced at the screen. The name Ji Yun popped up. Ji Yun had sent her a short video. Assuming it was just a quick check-in, Qiao Ziman opened it without thinking.

Then, out of nowhere, the screen was filled with the sight of two naked women entwined in a heated embrace.

Qiao Ziman: “!!!” She closed the video in less than a second.

Grinding her teeth, Qiao Ziman furiously typed away. [Do you even know what you’re doing?]

Ji Yun instantly replied: [Of course I do! Just trying to spice things up for you two! Am I a good friend or what?]

Qiao Ziman had no idea what had gotten into her. [Are you out of your mind?]

Ji Yun: [Didn’t you say at the party that you and President Chi already slept together?]

Qiao Ziman was so mad she actually laughed. Her fingers nearly poked a hole through her phone screen as she typed.

[It was purely a friendly sleepover! And I found out I’m not the type to get drunk and lose control, okay? Did you forget everything I told you? I’m straight, like, super straight.]

Ji Yun: [My bad, (video retracted).]

Wait. If it weren’t for Ji Yun’s reminder, Qiao Ziman would have almost forgotten she was supposed to be straight. She cast a long, thoughtful glance at the frowning Chi Yin lying on the bed, as if making some sort of decision.

She stood up and left the room, only to return shortly with a basin of hot water. Qiao Ziman carefully pinched the zipper of Chi Yin’s dress between her fingertips, trying to move as gently as possible, slowly slipping off her clothes until Chi Yin’s snow-white figure was fully revealed before her eyes.

Qiao Ziman’s gaze lightly swept over Chi Yin’s delicate curves. Her smooth skin, devoid of any excess fat, and even the defined lines of her abs were perfectly visible. Qiao Ziman couldn’t help but silently admire, Wow, what a figure.

She soaked the towel in hot water and gently wiped Chi Yin’s face, slowly moving down along her elegant neck. When she reached that proud spot, every touch caused a pink ripple to bloom on Chi Yin’s porcelain-white skin, making her look all the more tempting.

Qiao Ziman started to feel the lingering effects of the beer she had earlier. A slight dizziness crept in. She forced herself to move further down, but then Chi Yin stirred.

Her once-crossed legs shifted into a strange angle, suddenly revealing an intimate scene that couldn’t be contained.

The intense visual impact made Qiao Ziman’s eyes widen in shock. She stared at the sight, her face gradually turning red. A few minutes later, she hastily grabbed another towel, quickly wiping down the rest of Chi Yin’s body, before picking up the water basin and fleeing straight into the bathroom.

See? I knew this wasn’t appropriate.

Look at how hot she’s getting.

Qiao Ziman took a deep breath. She fanned herself with her hand. She washed her face. In the end, she decided to just take a shower right then and there. Only after the shower did she feel like the exhaustion and that strange heat finally washed away.

After coming out of the bathroom, Qiao Ziman tucked a blanket over Chi Yin and sat beside her, starting to mutter, “You really know how to wear someone out.” She suddenly remembered a popular but cheesy phrase from the internet: “You’re such a little tease.”

Maybe it was the post-shower relaxation, or perhaps it was the unique fragrance emanating from Chi Yin’s body now that there were no clothes to cover it—it seemed stronger, almost overwhelming.

Qiao Ziman’s body gradually began to slide down. Unexpectedly, she drifted off to sleep.

This time, she had another dream. In the dream, she became one of the protagonists from Ji Yun’s video. On a soft hotel bed, bathed in dim light, Qiao Ziman found herself tightly held by a soft body, unable to move. Long hair gently swayed, and though the person in front of her had a face covered in an indistinct fog, the scent coming from her was oddly familiar. Their skin touched, sending shivers through Qiao Ziman’s soul. A familiar voice echoed softly in her ear, tender and full of affection, calling her name: “Qiao Ziman…”

Then, from within the fog, Chi Yin’s face slowly emerged.

“Ah!” Qiao Ziman gasped and suddenly jolted awake.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she found herself staring directly into Chi Yin’s gaze, which carried an unreadable, yet suggestive expression. Qiao Ziman blinked a few times, and once she realized what was happening, she shot up from the bed, pointing at Chi Yin in alarm. “W-what are you trying to do?”

Chi Yin, still lying on her side, lightly tapped her temple with her fingers. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that? Where are my clothes? What did you do to me?”