Chapter 222: Chapter 222 When Being a Bootlicker Becomes a Habit
The water Shen Fang fed into Wen Jiu’s mouth was minimal, and much of it spilled out.
It trickled slowly along both their lips, soaking their clothes.
Wen Jiu let out a soft, broken kitten-like sound, causing Shen Fang’s whole body to stiffen.
It was as if electric currents ran down his spine, a tingling sensation spread from his tailbone throughout his entire body.
The strands of fragrance lingered at his nose, the warmth of her lips incredibly soft, as if the tyrannical factor within Shen Fang had been activated.
If he endured this anymore, he wouldn’t be a man!
He held Wen Jiu’s nape a little more firmly with his large hand, and involuntarily wrapped his other arm around her slender waist.
What started as a gentle kiss turned into a forceful deep invasion.
The person in his arms began to breathe rapidly, Wen Jiu felt like a drowning person, struggling desperately to rise to the surface for air.
But above her was a large hand, pressing her back underwater just as she emerged for a breath of air.
This cycle repeated, making Wen Jiu feel as though her chest was about to explode from suffocation.
Suddenly, a sharp pain pierced her lips, and the taste of blood filled her mouth.
Wen Jiu finally woke from the pain, slowly opening her eyes.
The first thing she saw was a familiar face from her memories, but it seemed more weathered and weary than the vibrant youth she remembered.
The warmth from the lips touching hers softened her heart. She thought it was part of a dream, and her hands instinctively climbed around Shen Fang’s neck.
Closing her eyes again, she actively responded to the kiss.
Shen Fang felt the change in the person in his arms, released Wen Jiu’s lips, and pressed his forehead against hers, breathing unsteadily, "Awake?"
!?
Shen Fang’s deep, teasing voice exploded in Wen Jiu’s ears, instantly clearing her mind as she abruptly opened her eyes, pushing Shen Fang away with a sudden, loud slap.
"Shen Fang, are you insane?"
The whole process was so smooth there wasn’t a pause, catching Shen Fang completely off guard.
Tonight, he had first been slapped by Li Juezhou, and now by Wen Jiu.
What a day!
"Wen Jiu, perhaps you’re the one who’s got issues! Who was it that just bit me a moment ago?"
Shen Fang pushed his tongue against his cheek, after a slight turn of his head, he pinned down Wen Jiu’s hands.
At the same time, he swung up a long leg, pressing Wen Jiu’s legs down, making it impossible for her to move.
"Ah!!!"
Suddenly, a shrill scream echoed throughout the hospital room.
Shen Fang immediately lost his resolve, released Wen Jiu, and holding his ear, cried out in pain, "Wen Jiu, are you some kind of dog?"
"You wish! Ha!"
Wen Jiu’s eyes widened, her eyebrows furrowed tightly, resembling an angry cat, no longer speaking in her usual gentle, elegant manner.
"Fine, you do have a talent for this!" Shen Fang pointed a finger at Wen Jiu, his molars clenching tightly, though he could not muster any harsh words for a while.
"If you don’t leave now, I’m going to call the police and report you for harassment!" Wen Jiu’s tone was fierce.
Shen Fang laughed: "Miss Wen, there is a cop standing right in front of you. I could easily charge you with assaulting a police officer for what you just did."
"Shameless! Just leave already!" Wen Jiu grabbed the pillow on the bed and hurled it at Shen Fang.
Shen Fang raised his hand, easily catching the flying pillow from Wen Jiu.
His expression turned serious instantly, losing his earlier nonchalant demeanor.
He gave a cold snort: "Fine, I understand that Film Empress Wen doesn’t welcome me, not even giving a word upon returning to the country. That’s my mistake, I’ll take my leave now."
Shen Fang stepped forward, placing the pillow back beside the bed, before giving Wen Jiu a blank look and then turning to leave.
Shen Fang’s cold look made Wen Jiu’s heart feel a pang. It wasn’t until the hospital room door closed that regret slowly crept up on her.
That wasn’t what she meant...
Long after Shen Fang left, it finally dawned on Wen Jiu that she was currently in a hospital.
Was it Shen Fang who saved her?
The scene of being drugged and abducted earlier in the night flashed back in her mind,
The hospital room felt empty and dark, with only a dim yellow light making it eerily terrifying.
Wen Jiu felt a shiver, suddenly pulling up the quilt to cover her head, lying back on the bed, wrapping herself up tightly from head to toe.
In the quiet of the deep night, people often become exceptionally emotional.
Wen Jiu laughed self-deprecatingly, pushing Shen Fang away, wasn’t that exactly what she wanted all along?
Now that he’s gone as she wished, why is she starting to miss him?
So petty!
With these thoughts, Wen Jiu still felt wronged, unable to stop herself from shedding tears.
Did Shen Fang just leave like that? Even as an ordinary friend, in such a situation today, wouldn’t he at least stay a bit?
Such a cruel heart!
Wen Jiu lay in the duvet, sobbing quietly. She didn’t know how long she had been crying before she was nearly drifting off to sleep when the hospital room door was suddenly pushed open from outside.
"Who?" Wen Jiu instantly became alert, sitting up.
With the light from the hallway streaming in, she saw the face of the person coming in, it was Shen Fang.
"Film Empress Wen, you’ll need your strength to scold someone, hurry and drink the porridge." Shen Fang walked in carrying a food container.
He set it on the bedside and opened it, revealing a bowl of warm millet and sweet potato porridge.
Wen Jiu’s heart felt warm, almost causing her to burst into tears again: "Where did you get porridge at this late hour?"
Shen Fang glanced at Wen Jiu: "Late? It’s just a bowl of porridge, as long as I’m not on a mission, I can ensure you can eat hot meals anytime, 24 hours a day."
The delicious aroma of the hot porridge filled the air, making Wen Jiu suddenly feel her stomach was empty and in need of some food.
She took the hot porridge from Shen Fang, ate several spoonfuls, then slowly looked up, meeting Shen Fang’s gaze: "I was so harsh just now telling you to leave, aren’t you angry?"
"Angry?" Shen Fang laughed at himself, "Haven’t you pissed me off enough? Can’t help it, being a fool for you is a habit I can’t change."
Wen Jiu paused with the spoon in her hand, lightly pursing her lips before hesitating to say: "Shen Fang, please don’t get close to me again."
She had painstakingly managed to let him go, yet all it took was his approach to reignite her long-dormant heart.
But they... were impossible!
Both she and Shen Fang had things they were deeply committed to, that couldn’t be easily abandoned just for the other.
"Alright, I was just joking with you earlier, don’t take it to heart."
Shen Fang sat down on the sofa opposite the hospital bed, "But we still need your statement for the case today, so after you finish the porridge, take a rest, and I’ll accompany you to the police station."
"Okay." Wen Jiu replied softly and then lowered her head, focusing on the porridge.
Wen Jiu ate the porridge slowly, taking almost half a spoonful at a time.
In between eating, she occasionally looked up to steal glances at Shen Fang.
There were dark circles under his eyes, and stubble had appeared around his lips, making him look so weary as if he hadn’t slept in days.
Wen Jiu’s heart twinged with pain. He must have been out on a mission again these past two days.
The bowl of porridge wasn’t finished yet, and Shen Fang was already curled up on the sofa, with his arms crossed, and his eyes closed.