Chapter 30: Relationship
Yan Wei’s gaze was too direct, so direct that Jiang Mi didn’t need to scrutinize it to see its meaning. She stood by the coffee table, her fingers inexplicably numb for a moment.
Jiang Mi pursed her lips. “What does Teacher Yan want to trade for this time?”
The air was silent for a moment, their gazes locking for several seconds. It was Jiang Mi who broke eye contact first. She walked to the nearby coffee table and poured a glass of water. “Why don’t we trade for something more interesting this time?”
Yan Wei raised an eyebrow slightly. “Tell me.”
Jiang Mi said, “You ask a question, I ask a question. When one person chooses not to answer, the game ends.”
“Alright.”
Yan Wei barely hesitated, which truly surprised Jiang Mi for a moment.
It was like playing a game with a child. Yan Wei had never thought she would have such a patient moment.
She just found it interesting, watching Jiang Mi’s expression, especially after hearing that the injury on her foot was Mo Yun’s doing. The shock and the unsupressable sadness had strangely soothed her agitation for the entire day.
But she also had a morbid thought. She really wanted Jiang Mi to see the scene for herself. If she saw it with her own eyes, would Jiang Mi still have such a respectful thought for Mo Yun? What would Jiang Mi think of the people in this family? How would she see her?
She saw Jiang Mi walk over with a glass of water, then sit down on the sofa next to her. Jiang Mi took a sip of water, and her dry, flesh-pink lips immediately became glossy, like a vibrant rose after the rain, waiting to be caressed.
Those lips began to speak.
Jiang Mi said, “Um… I was the one who asked just now. It’s your turn to ask me now, right?”
So, Yan Wei asked.
“What are you thinking right now?”
Jiang Mi paused. It was such a simple question. “I’m thinking about what you’ll ask me.”
Yan Wei looked at her silently. This was her waiting for her to continue asking.
Jiang Mi asked, “Teacher Yan, have you ever been in a relationship?”
Yan Wei: “No. Have you?”
Jiang Mi shook her head. Did Yan Wei think she was lying when she told Jiang Qu she had never been in a relationship? But.
“But you don’t look like you haven’t.”
On the contrary, whether it was her kissing technique or other things, she seemed like an expert.
Jiang Mi wasn’t willing to think too deeply about this. Actually, it was very normal. Yan Wei wasn’t a child. What was so unusual about a 27-year-old having been in a relationship?
She subconsciously asked what was on her mind, “Then how did you learn to be so good in the scenes? I remember this is only the second time you’ve filmed a kissing scene, right?”
Yan Wei looked at her for a moment, the corners of her lips twitching. “Two questions. Think carefully about which one you want to ask.”
Jiang Mi: “…”
This teacher is so strict.
“Then I’ll ask the first one. How did you learn?”
“I learned in private.”
“…”
Jiang Mi was incredulous. “Teacher Yan, you’re actually cheating?”
Yan Wei wasn’t displeased by this. She replied slowly, “Your question is over. It’s my turn now.”
Jiang Mi thought it over and could only accept the loss. The other person had answered. It was her question that was poorly phrased, allowing the other person to find a loophole. The next one, she would definitely ask a watertight question next time.
As she was thinking, she suddenly heard that cool voice speak, “Jiang Mi, you can smell my pheromones, can’t you?”
There seemed to be an echo in her ears, entering her ears in a series. Her heart trembled, and she guiltily avoided Yan Wei’s direct gaze.
To be precise, smelling someone else’s pheromones without their knowledge was like secretly doing something perverted behind their back. It was because of this that the longer it went on, the more inconvenient it was to say.
But now that Yan Wei had found out and pointed it out so directly, she didn’t even have a chance to react.
“I…”
“So… you actually know very well what I’m thinking right now.”
Jiang Mi’s face turned red again, but she could now control her expression well in front of Yan Wei. She slowed her breathing and, like Yan Wei, remained silent.
The faint light of the room was filled in the gaze under Yan Wei’s eyelashes, as was that flushed face. As if to release something, her fingers rubbed against the sofa.
“Then do you know that I can also smell yours?”
This time, Jiang Mi was truly stunned.
She blinked. The existence of a “perfect match” was rare in AO relationships, and most of those who met the conditions for a “perfect match” had a one-sided olfactory sense, meaning only one party could smell the other’s pheromones. Generally speaking, only Alphas could smell an Omega’s pheromones.
That was why Jiang Mi had always thought that only she could smell Yan Wei’s pheromones.
In other words, Yan Wei could also sense every fluctuation of her pheromones. Jiang Mi thought of the pheromones entwined in those in-character scenes, the cramped fitting room, the old room…
She brought the water glass to her lips and took two large gulps of warm water. The burning in her heart finally cooled down a little, and she feigned composure.
So, so that means we’re even, right?
“Jiang Mi.”
“Hmm?”
“Do you want to continue the game?”
Jiang Mi’s gaze lifted from the water glass. “Anything is fine.” She paused. “Let’s continue.”
Yan Wei hadn’t said to stop. What was there for her to be afraid of?
She asked, “Whose turn is it?”
The few sentences just now had completely confused her. She sorted it out. It should be her turn. Only this matter remained in her mind. “You hated me so much before, and you knew our compatibility was high. Why did you still let me stay?”
Yan Wei said, “I don’t know.”
She was silent for a moment, only feeling her mouth was dry and she needed some water. So she looked from Jiang Mi’s eyes to the wine cabinet. “One reason is that you’re suitable for this role. Jiang Mi, pour me another glass of wine.”
Hearing this, Jiang Mi muttered, “Didn’t you say you wouldn’t drink much? You still have a wound.”
“Then I’ll get it myself?” Yan Wei said as she reached for the slippers on the floor.
Jiang Mi: “…”
She was silent for a moment, then stood up, picked up the empty wine glass on the coffee table, and walked to the wine cabinet for the second time, her head lowered. “And the other reason?”
She poured a little more into the glass, less than last time.
Yan Wei stared at the wine-red color, which contrasted sharply with the color of Jiang Mi’s fingers.
She didn’t answer immediately, waiting for Jiang Mi to walk up to her with the wine glass. A fair hand handed it over. She took the wine glass and looked at the liquid in the glass, remembering the first time’s wetness.
That stimulating and unfamiliar physical reaction.
That fast and intense mental climax.
It had appeared in the room where Jiang Mi had auditioned.
At that time, she had looked at the bright smile on the resume and heard Jiang Qu ask her, “Are you going to the party tonight?” She had shaken her head seriously. But under her long dress, it was so chaotic.
Yan Wei didn’t feel ashamed. On the contrary, she took this experience as a new kind of vitality.
She had a thought that she hadn’t had in a long time—living, it seemed, also had other meanings.
How interesting.
“And the other reason?”
Yan Wei repeated this sentence in her mind.
Then her fingertips lightly brushed against Jiang Mi’s fingers, hooking them. She tilted her head up, her eyes having turned red at some point. She opened her lips and said softly, “Jiang Mi, will you do it with me?”
**
The moment the wine glass tilted, Jiang Mi quickly grabbed it, and at the same time, she held the finger that had hooked her tightly in her palm.
The wine still spilled on their hands, like a forked stream flowing onto the backs of their two snow-white hands, and then, drop by drop, dripped onto the tiles.
This scene was inexplicably ambiguous.
Jiang Mi took a deep breath. Her voice was not so steady. The pheromones in the air had become so chaotic and sticky. Her teeth were itching, and her glands were swelling. She once thought she was having auditory hallucinations.
Just like when Yan Wei’s fingers had held her ankle and touched the small sun tattoo as if caressing it, for a moment, she had also thought she was having a visual hallucination.
So she asked a question.
“Teacher Yan, is your alcohol tolerance okay?”
Yan Wei let out a soft laugh. There was actually no emotion in it, not even warmth. Her eyes were dark, as if they wanted to completely swallow a person. “Jiang Mi, I’m not drunk.”
She was breathing quickly, her chest heaving. The heat was almost enough to steam dry her half-wet dress.
“Jiang Mi.”
“Mmm…”
Jiang Mi looked at Yan Wei. Her watery eyes were clear yet filled with an incongruous desire. Those eyes were too beautiful, so beautiful that Yan Wei suddenly felt that they should not look at anyone else.
Someone like Jiang Mi would sooner or later be seen by more people. Many people would like Jiang Mi and bow down to her powerful Alpha pheromones. When Jiang Mi truly entered the inner circle of this industry, some people would use all their means to get into her bed, or to get her into someone else’s bed—this was too normal.
Strangely, just this random thought made her feel extremely annoyed.
Yan Wei’s patience suddenly ran out. She said to Jiang Mi, “Bend over.”
Jiang Mi blinked. She hadn’t thought of being so passive, but as if possessed, she bent over. Yan Wei drank all the red wine in her hand, put the glass on the coffee table, and hooked her hands around the back of her neck. She followed the force and leaned down.
She smelled the strong taste of red wine. Her tongue, her mouth, were quickly filled with the taste of alcohol.
In that instant, Jiang Mi even forgot how things had started.
When Jiang Mi came to her senses a little, it was when she felt the heat enveloping her fingers, the soft swelling that her palm touched but could not completely cover, and even more so, when she heard the woman’s delicate moan.
The black dress was still wet, pooling at Jiang Mi’s hot wrist. She had no experience, so she was very careful.
“Jiang Mi, not like that.”
Yan Wei was really unsteady. Her breath was caught in her throat. Her chin was resting on Jiang Mi’s shoulder, and her bitten lower lip was letting out intermittent gasps.
Jiang Mi held Yan Wei with one hand and stopped to ask.
She was too hot. Actually, Yan Wei was also hot, even hotter than her, like lava rolling at the mouth of a volcano, about to erupt at any moment.
She turned her head slightly, her cheek rubbing against Yan Wei’s sweat-drenched one. The wetness was not unpleasant. In fact, it was a little fascinating to Jiang Mi.
She heard Yan Wei instruct her.
Forcefully.
Jiang Mi, forcefully.
*Me.
Jiang Mi closed her eyes. It seemed that everything was her fantasy. Yan Wei was in a mess in her hands, her falling black hair wrapped around her wrist.
She would never forget this day—Yan Wei was not cold at all. Yan Wei’s body, Yan Wei’s lips, everything about Yan Wei was so scorching hot.
Their first time was on the sofa.
So out of control, fast, and intense.
Yan Wei was lying on the coffee table. In the dim light, her perfect body was rising and falling slightly with her breath. She looked at Jiang Mi, who was bending over and facing her. Jiang Mi was also looking at her.
After everything stopped, only the sound of breathing remained in the space.
Who broke the silence again?
No one remembered.
From the sofa, to the bathroom.
Tirelessly.
Even the rain outside couldn’t take it and started to fall again.
Hitting the glass, again and again.
**
It was the middle of the night.
After being exhausted, she got up from the bed with the last bit of consciousness. Yan Wei’s hands didn’t even have the strength to support herself. It was Jiang Mi who supported her from behind her waist.
Yan Wei’s lower back was slightly numb. She turned to look at Jiang Mi and found that her face was showing shyness. Apart from not being marked, they had done everything they should have. Jiang Mi’s reaction now was as if the intense passion just now had never happened, as if the person who had boldly asked her if she was comfortable was not the person in front of her.
Yan Wei was extremely tired. A faint smile appeared in her eyes. She didn’t say anything and got up to go to the bathroom.
When she came back, she saw Jiang Mi sitting on the sofa in a bathrobe. The mess on the floor had been cleaned up, and her gaze fell on the sofa. There were no traces left on it.
“Disinfect it and re-bandage it.” Jiang Mi said, looking at her ankle.
Actually, the first time she went to the bathroom, Jiang Mi had remembered the injury on Yan Wei’s ankle. But at that point, Yan Wei was holding onto her neck, and she didn’t even have a chance to breathe. When Yan Wei’s legs were on her waist, grabbing her hand and welcoming her, her mind was like a grand fireworks display.
Hearing this, Yan Wei, wearing a bathrobe, sat down on the sofa, lifted her foot, and the bathrobe slid from the back of her leg, revealing her slender, snow-white leg to Jiang Mi’s eyes.
Jiang Mi pursed her lips and vaguely saw a little red mark on the inner side.
She still felt like she was in a dream.
The povidone-iodine was applied to the wound. Jiang Mi looked up and asked, “Does it hurt?”
Yan Wei leaned back on the sofa, her voice lazy. “It doesn’t hurt.”
She was extremely tired, and her body was unprecedentedly relaxed. She was so happy she was about to die. She even thought it would be nice to die now.
Yan Wei relaxed her body and didn’t want to think about anything. Her mind also sank into the sofa bit by bit… Just as she was about to fall asleep, she suddenly heard a woman’s gentle voice.
“Teacher Yan.”
Yan Wei opened her eyes.
Seeing Yan Wei so tired, Jiang Mi originally didn’t want to ask so clearly now, but after hesitating, she still spoke, “What is our relationship now?”
Yan Wei looked up, stared for a long time, and slowly sat up straight, moving her foot from Jiang Mi’s hand to the sofa.
She bent her leg and asked in return, “What do you think?”
Jiang Mi said, “I was the one who asked you first this time.”
This time, she wanted to take some initiative. She pursed her red, slightly swollen lips and asked, “Do you… like me?”
The first thing that answered her was silence.
Yan Wei thought, she didn’t seem to like Jiang Mi asking this question.
But in fact, she was thinking about this question. If you asked her if she liked Jiang Mi’s scent, Jiang Mi’s body, Jiang Mi’s inexperienced yet quite clever techniques… then she did.
A Jiang Mi as naive as this, with just a little bit of guidance, would become very interesting.
Just like Jiang Mi’s kiss.
“Or do you just want to… do this with me? Was it just an impulse just now?” Jiang Mi still chose the most direct way. She had said that she had never won at hide-and-seek.
It was just that she didn’t want to say the latter part. She felt that they shouldn’t be like this, not just an impulse.
Jiang Mi said, “I want to know.”
Yan Wei finally spoke, “Jiang Mi.”
She looked at Jiang Mi and slowly asked, “Do you accept a relationship without feelings?”
Jiang Mi was taken aback. “What?”
***
