Chapter 33 : Pillow Princess (3)

The day after Christmas, the friends were on a video call, chatting and planning their next drinking session.

Jiang Yanlin was still calm when she came on, but she dropped a very uncalming announcement.

She was going to quit drinking.

“It’s not a good thing. The sooner you quit, the better.”

After saying that, she continued to work on the video call.

Saike never mentioned their conversation that night, only sending her those few bottles of wine.

Jiang Yanlin treasured these wines in her cabinet. She knew she might never open them again.

But without alcohol, without those boring pranks, Jiang Yanlin didn’t know what other better ways to vent she had.

So she buried herself in work, working day and night, one thing after another, not giving herself a break.

Her body and brain were used to dissolving emotions in this way.

Even though she understood that this was not a real dissolution.

Instead, it was letting them sink to the bottom of a deep pool, bit by bit, cunningly waiting for the next boiling point.

Jiang Yanlin locked the wine cabinet, not planning to give them another chance.

Chen Yuran liked to call Jiang Yanlin late at night, telling her all her broken feelings. She knew that Jiang Yanlin would definitely give her the best advice and comfort.

That’s why she liked to call Jiang Yanlin “Teacher Jiang,” like a life mentor who gave her direction.

After a long time, Chen Yuran couldn’t help but be curious,
“Teacher Jiang, how do you know what I’m thinking so well? Are you a master of human observation?”

Jiang Yanlin sighed pretentiously. “You found out. Yes, I’m actually a psychologist, specializing in treating troubled girls like you.”

“I’m not a girl.”

Chen Yuran retorted unhappily, but her thoughts were very jumpy, and she immediately asked,
“Who do you talk to when you’re unhappy?”

Is there anyone more amazing than Jiang Yanlin who can help her and comfort her?

The answer is no.

Because Jiang Yanlin doesn’t need to be cured.

Even the best psychologist can’t break through her defenses in a conversation. Instead, they will be caught by her flaws and have the tables turned on them.

Paying money to chat with the other party, Jiang Yanlin had done this once when she was twenty and would never be so foolish again.

Chen Yuran didn’t understand “a long illness makes a good doctor” and only longed to become someone like Jiang Yanlin one day.

But Jiang Yanlin felt that she was fine just the way she was.

A friend always complained to Jiang Yanlin about his sister, “She’s lazy, has no sense of responsibility, and has no skills. She’s so different from you.”

But Jiang Yanlin smiled and asked back,
“Doesn’t that just mean that she’s very happy?”

Being lazy means someone is hardworking for her, having no sense of responsibility means someone will clean up her messes, and having no skills probably means you elders are spoiling her, so she has no anxiety about the future.

Her friend was silent for a long time at that time and finally sighed,
“You’re right. I actually just hope she can be carefree for the rest of her life.”

But Jiang Yanlin didn’t like to be carefree.

Staying in the comfort zone for too long, a person’s inertia will erode the brain, and they will crave comfort.

But she also understood that she was always very extreme in being hard on herself.

Those angers that had never been resolved, those hatreds and resentments that had nowhere to go, those grievances and longings that had no recipient, were all heavily loaded in her heart. Every cross-section was a black flame.

Should she vent, how to vent? The girl who had learned to shut up and not defend herself since middle school had already forgotten the format and wording of a complaint.

“They insulted me, bullied me.”
—Why did they only bully you out of everyone in the school?

“They deceived me, let me down.”
—Isn’t it because you’re too stupid to believe such people?

“They pursued me, then abandoned me.”
—Reflect on your own problems. It takes two to tango.

“They slandered me, hurt me.”
—A man of fame is a target of envy. Who can you blame for being too flamboyant?

Using a formula is the easiest way to answer a question.

Jiang Yanlin had learned too hard and too thoroughly.

The only thing she hadn’t learned was to bow her head and show weakness to anyone, to kneel and beg for mercy.

Don’t argue. That’s the self-incriminating trap that those who hate you are waiting for you to fall into.

Don’t be wronged. That’s the most incomprehensible frustration.

Don’t back down. That’s the one acre of land you’ve fought for with all your might.

Don’t admit defeat. In this world, the only thing that should not be betrayed by you is your past self.

Don’t cry.

You won’t be able to see clearly whose face is a condescending sneer.

Jiang Yanlin strictly followed the rules she set for herself until they became instincts.

But she could still see that deep within her shell, there was a raging fire burning.

Wanting to burn everything, wanting to burn out every self.

In that case, wouldn’t she not be tired anymore?

“Jiang Yanlin, why are you always silent?”

The person lying on her side looked at her, her fingers wrapping her long hair around and around.

Jiang Yanlin looked up. It took two seconds for her to realize where she was and who the person in front of her was.

Péi Wanyi let go of the ends of her hair and scraped the tip of her nose.

“Is it because I didn’t let you do it, and you’re not happy?”

Jiang Yanlin sneered. “I’m not that horny.”

Péi Wanyi’s lips curved into a smile, with a hint of teasing, and she said softly,
“Is that so? But the way you were looking at me just now, it was as if you wanted me to be fucked to death in this bed today.”

Jiang Yanlin knew she had lost a bit of control just now. The fact that Péi Wanyi had waited until now to say it was already a sign of a good temper.

Her thoughts hovered on her lips. In the end, Jiang Yanlin still swallowed the explanation.

As always, she remained silent.

But the person in front of her suddenly said,
“If it’s you, then it’s okay.”

Jiang Yanlin was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding the sentence.

She looked up at Péi Wanyi, asking with her eyes.

Péi Wanyi’s black hair was still half-wet, messily falling on her face, shoulders, and bedsheets.

At first glance, she had a flamboyant and arrogant face, with no emotion in her eyes. But now, because she was staring silently in the moonlight, it gave people the illusion of warmth.

She took Jiang Yanlin’s hand and slowly, gently, placed it on her neck.

For a moment, Jiang Yanlin couldn’t come back to her senses.

Péi Wanyi’s smile was only in her eyes. She curled her lips, and her voice was as if it were bewitching,
“What you want to do to me, you can do now.”

The touch of her palm was the tender skin, the smooth line of her neck was beautiful, and the carotid artery was clearly beating, one after another, accelerating with her heartbeat.

Jiang Yanlin didn’t know how many times she had sighed in her heart.
—This is really a beautiful body.

So perfect, yet not empty.

That arrogance, indifference, and condescension were the most exquisite patterns on the fine white jade, making it extremely remote to pick, as if just a glance was an honor.

But now, she was in her palm, as if she could be taken at any time, showing a fatal vulnerability.

“Péi Wanyi.”

Jiang Yanlin’s black eyes looked at her, her tone light and airy.

“You’re really good at seducing me.”

Péi Wanyi’s smile spread bit by bit, the corners of her eyes upturned, her lips opening and closing.

“I thought you would never admit it.”

Jiang Yanlin’s fingers tightened slightly. The pulse of the carotid artery in her palm was clearer than ever before.

The pale neck, the dark long hair, the bright red lips, like a nightmare in the night, enveloping her heart.

Jiang Yanlin asked her gently,
“Can you open your legs yourself?”

The person whose vulnerability was being held just let out a laugh.

“If it’s you, then it’s okay.”

Jiang Yanlin was indeed a few points pleased by her.

“Good girl. I should reward you.”

She said, the force in her fingers deepening, watching every change in the expression of the person under her without blinking.

At the critical point, the long torment took away the oxygen. The lips in front of her opened slightly, and her beautiful eyes reflected her own face. Her pupils dilated in an instant, and the flushed face and corners of her eyes made the raging flame even higher.

Jiang Yanlin deepened her force and leaned down to kiss her.

At the critical moment, she charged in and conquered the territory, swallowing all the reactions and breaths.

Péi Wanyi’s eyes were open. She reached out and wrapped her arms around her waist.

Suffocation took away a part, and brought more.

Dizziness, lack of oxygen, soreness, swelling, a gradually losing control of the pulse, and her gentle yet poisonous lips and fluids.

At this moment, Péi Wanyi thought with satisfaction.

No wonder they were so compatible.
—Jiang Yanlin, I finally got you.

In this long-planned confrontation, Péi Wanyi had always known what her bargaining chip was.

Jiang Yanlin’s eyes on her were so unclean, and how was she any different?

So she was nonchalant, so she was irresistible, so the sparks ignited.

Péi Wanyi had already sat down at this one-on-one gambling table.

Her desire to win, her desire to conquer, all her secret longings, would not allow Jiang Yanlin to leave the table early.

Don’t even think about it.

How many points of a muddled affection is this?

Péi Wanyi no longer cared. She had not even thought about the answer.

She only knew that she would always get what she wanted.

No matter by what means, through what channels.

A patient capitalist only cares about achieving the goal.

So those winding pasts, those insignificant losers, really shouldn’t have made her have any extra emotions.

Péi Wanyi could not control her greedy nature.

Fortunately, she still had a clear mind, constantly reminding her.
—Humans have needs, and needs are weaknesses.

What is Jiang Yanlin’s weakness?

Perhaps the current Péi Wanyi did not have the key.

But she had time, and she had no bottom line.

A hiss, and the person in pain tilted her head up and looked over.

Jiang Yanlin pulled back her fingers without any guilt and took a look.

“I forgot to cut them these two days.”

Péi Wanyi couldn’t help but reply,
“It’s obvious your skills are not very good anymore.”

Jiang Yanlin felt she was asking for a scolding for free, so she smiled, pinched her chin, and forced her to look at herself.

“Indeed not as skilled as Miss Péi.”

She said with a slight smile.

“But it’s okay. You’re so free, you can definitely let me practice a bit.”

Péi Wanyi still wanted to salvage her future treatment, but she was caught by her weak spot.

“Be good, open your mouth.”

Those two fingers entered her mouth, with a very light taste.

Péi Wanyi opened her mouth, rolled her tongue around her fingertips, and looked at her dark eyes.

This also pleased her very well.

So very quickly, a kiss landed on Péi Wanyi’s forehead.

“Very good. I like you.”