Chapter 47: Biting Down
“Hotel.”
The two words came from Yan Wei’s mouth like a cool soda, lightly sprinkling on Jiang Mi’s nerves, which were sluggish from the stuffy heat.
Jiang Mi was taken aback and reacted, “It’s easy to get photographed, and you need an ID.”
Not to mention at this time of night.
The air was like layers of glue, stuffy outside the car. It seemed to have suddenly entered summer.
Yan Wei’s tense profile was reflected on the glass. Her fingertips tapped on the edge of the steering wheel. From the start of their journey until now, a nearly seven-hour trip, she was almost at her limit.
“…A shower.”
The weather in Jincheng in June already showed signs of a hot and humid early summer. Even in the car, it was a layer of stickiness now.
Jiang Mi was silent for a moment. The heat wave in the air was rolling. During the day, even the leaves of the roadside trees outside the car window were drooping. The weather in Jincheng today was indeed not cool, but she didn’t quite agree with the idea of going to a hotel.
The main thing was that you needed an ID to go to a hotel—
If she and Yan Wei were photographed together here, and at a hotel, for their current state, it would be adding fuel to the fire.
The car merged into the traffic.
The familiar street scene flew backwards outside the dark window, like a roll of yellowed old film. Jiang Mi’s gaze followed the fleeting streets, and she suddenly remembered something.
“To really solve this—” she chose her words carefully, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing the edge of the leather seat, “I know a place…”
Red light.
The car slowly decelerated.
Yan Wei turned her head to look at Jiang Mi. Jiang Mi’s expression was not very natural. How to put it? She wasn’t sure if Yan Wei would go to this place.
“Do you know the way?”
Jiang Mi said she did. She asked, “You’re not even going to ask what place it is?”
Yan Wei’s gaze lingered on Jiang Mi’s fair, delicate nose. “What’s there to ask? Are you afraid I’ll do something to you?”
Her expression was cold and filled with an uncomfortable hostility, but her lips were slightly curved up. At this time, it formed a very special contrast.
Before the red light turned, Yan Wei withdrew her gaze. “Will you?”
Jiang Mi: “…”
This sounded strange no matter how you heard it.
It was as if she were asking her, but in fact, there was a hint of an indescribable mockery.
Jiang Mi let out a soft laugh, opened her phone, and searched for the place. She used to go there with Jiang Hu and the others during her middle school summer vacation. She didn’t know if it was still open.
Ten minutes later, a storefront with a “Bathhouse” LED sign appeared in their sight.
It was no longer the small sign from many years ago, but it still maintained the tradition of being open 24 hours. Most importantly, you didn’t need an ID here, and there wouldn’t be many people at this time.
She looked at Yan Wei and asked, “Is it okay?”
Probably seeing that Yan Wei’s expression was not very willing, she immediately said, “If you want to take a shower now, this is the only way.”
Silence spread in the narrow car.
Yan Wei’s gaze fell heavily on Jiang Mi, and she didn’t say a word.
Jiang Mi took out two masks from her bag, placed one lightly in the storage compartment next to the driver’s seat, and deftly put the other on her own ear.
After doing this, seeing that Yan Wei was still staring at her motionlessly, Jiang Mi sighed silently in her heart.
She reached out and took back the untouched mask, deftly tore open the sealed bag, and handed it to Yan Wei again.
However, Yan Wei’s gaze was still locked on her, and her body didn’t react at all.
That focused gaze made Jiang Mi extremely uncomfortable. The small space suddenly became suffocating. She could even clearly feel her throat tightening slightly, and the urge to escape was exceptionally urgent.
In a silent contest, Jiang Mi realized that she had given in first.
She pinched the elastic cord at the edge of the mask and gently stretched it, leaning forward slightly.
Yan Wei’s thick black hair was casually tied up at the nape of her neck. A few strands, stirred by the air conditioning, brushed against her ear. Jiang Mi subconsciously raised her hand, her fingertips carefully pushing aside the few strands of hair, her fingertips briefly brushing against the skin at the edge of Yan Wei’s ear.
The moment they touched, Jiang Mi keenly sensed that the aura around Yan Wei had undergone some indescribable change.
It was that familiar, aggressive feeling.
At the same time, with Yan Wei staring at her motionlessly, Yan Wei was like a well-behaved pet waiting for its owner’s comfort or care.
Pet…
Jiang Mi was even surprised by this word.
Even if it was just a momentary delusion in her heart, Jiang Mi still felt a little bit of satisfaction. She wondered if Yan Wei felt the same way when she was like this to her, when she was staring at her motionlessly.
She thought about it carefully again. If so, she didn’t seem to resist.
But the premise of all this was that her relationship with Yan Wei was normal.
The brandy scent around Yan Wei had softened a lot. The two of them got out of the car one after another. Jiang Mi walked in front. There was almost no one at this time. They went up to the second floor, and they could get a number by paying at the front desk.
The receptionist was an aunt in her fifties. She looked up at the two of them, then lowered her head and typed on the keyboard with one finger. “The receptionist is not here. Please wait a moment.”
Jiang Mi thought to herself, Even God is helping. If the receptionist had been a young girl, there was still a possibility of them being recognized.
The aunt asked, “The big bathhouse?”
Jiang Mi said, “Auntie, I remember there used to be small ones.”
The aunt’s gaze was on the screen, her fingers not stopping. “There are now too. Four-person, six-person… they’re bigger, but a bit more expensive. You couples can also have a double room. The environment is good. There are food and drinks.”
Jiang Mi: “…”
She cleared her throat, her eyes discreetly flying to Yan Wei beside her. She lowered her voice, “Then… a double room.” She paused, then added an explanation, “I’m not going in.”
Hearing this, the woman raised her eyelids again and looked back and forth between the two of them. She said slowly, “You’ve already paid. It’s a pity to just stand there and not go in.”
Jiang Mi: “…”
Yan Wei stood at the side, her phoenix eyes slightly raised. The lips under her black mask moved without much emotion. This moment of Jiang Mi being speechless and awkward actually brought her a brief moment of pleasure.
Jiang Mi knew that Yan Wei was staring at her. She raised her eyelids, her voice even a little louder. “Fine, then a double room.”
She took the number plate.
The aunt asked again, “Do you want disposable towels and toiletries?”
Jiang Mi nodded.
Without another word, the aunt directly took out two sets from under the counter and neatly placed them on the counter.
Jiang Mi squeezed the toiletry bag in her hand and was about to turn and leave, but the aunt’s voice came from behind her again, “Wait, I’m sorry, I forgot. I still need to collect a deposit.”
Since when did bathhouses start collecting deposits?
The aunt’s fingers continued to dance on the keyboard, her tone normal. “There are safety supplies in the locker. If you use them, the system will deduct the fee when you check out.”
Jiang Mi’s heart suddenly stopped. She almost instantly understood the meaning.
She subconsciously suppressed the breath that was stuck in her throat and said, “We don’t need them. We…”
As she spoke, she remembered why she had to explain and immediately stopped.
At this point, she was a little afraid to look at Yan Wei’s face.
To show her absolute innocence, Jiang Mi deliberately asked, “Auntie, is this place a proper bathhouse now?”
“Of course, why wouldn’t it be?”
Only then did Jiang Mi straighten her back. She said to Yan Wei, “Let’s go.”
See, it’s proper.
Yan Wei didn’t make a sound the whole time. Her gaze followed Jiang Mi’s figure, silently wrapping around her hurried figure.
She was a little resentful that Jiang Mi had made it so clear, and also regretted that Jiang Mi was as innocent as if she were pheromone-incompetent.
Jiang Mi walked in front, occasionally turning her head to see if Yan Wei was following. Then she sighed in her heart. Times were really changing. Now, not only were there double rooms in bathhouses, but there were even safety supplies.
When they reached the front of the bathhouse.
They walked to the entrance area of the bathhouse.
The outer room was a public changing area. On one side of the wall stood a transparent acrylic display rack, neatly arranged with variously packaged adult products, which were a bit glaring under the bright overhead light.
Jiang Mi’s gaze was as if burned and she quickly looked away.
Isn’t this more awkward than being in a hotel?
She looked at Yan Wei, her voice carrying a hint of forced composure. “You go in. I’ll wait for you here.”
Yan Wei met her gaze, her emotions unreadable as she replied, “Mmm.”
Before the end of her voice had fallen, Yan Wei’s fair fingertips had already landed on the buttons of her collar.
Jiang Mi’s breath hitched. Almost as a conditioned reflex, she turned around, her back ramrod straight. She saw the Alpha’s reddened earlobes, but didn’t say anything, just continued her movements.
After unbuttoning, she threw the shirt into the laundry basket. Her gaze then moved down from Jiang Mi’s motionless back, past her straight spine, the slender waist under her long dress, and her firm and elastic buttocks…
Sometimes, Yan Wei also felt that she was very strange. In the past, she had never been interested in these Alphas, but facing Jiang Mi, she would always easily want to do something.
Want to get close, want to touch, want to kiss.
Want to have sex.
Continuously.
The laundry basket was right next to Jiang Mi.
With the faint rustling of fabric, she could even feel the A-line long dress, carrying a fragrant breeze, brushing past her.
And so she thought of the moment when Yan Wei had stepped over her in the car.
Jiang Mi’s throat felt dry. She subconsciously glanced at it, and then her eyes narrowed slightly. It was white.
She discreetly turned her body to the side again.
Then she heard Yan Wei let out a cold humph.
“Jiang Mi.”
Yan Wei suddenly called her.
Jiang Mi asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Just calling you.”
“…Oh.”
She heard the sound of the glass sliding door opening, but she didn’t hear it close. But there were light footsteps moving away, and then the sound of water.
Pitter-patter, like a downpour, was pouring over that body.
Jiang Mi stood at the door and raised her hand to touch her neck. The throbbing at the back of her neck was passionate, for the desire that had been stirred up by Yan Wei.
She knew that Yan Wei was doing it on purpose.
The brandy in the air was unscrupulously demanding her breath, almost binding her in that wine fragrance.
Her alcohol tolerance had always been poor, not to mention that the person was Yan Wei.
Jiang Mi pulled her consciousness away from the sound of water, from that trembling flesh, from all the memories of Yan Wei. But at this moment, that person hugged her from behind just like that.
Soaking wet, dripping.
Full of moisture, and heat.
And so soft.
“Alright, Jiang Mi.”
Yan Wei’s cool voice was tinged with a hint of hoarseness. Her fingertips were playing with the fabric of Jiang Mi’s long dress, her nails, through the fabric, scratching the skin underneath.
She said, “You win.”
Jiang Mi grabbed Yan Wei’s hand, startled by the heat. “What?”
Yan Wei was by Jiang Mi’s ear, her breath hot.
Jiang Mi’s eyelashes fluttered violently. She didn’t even notice her hand being brought behind her by Yan Wei, until the moisture dyed it, and her heart tightened slightly.
She heard that faint sigh, lazy, and for some reason, she also heard a hint of danger.
Yan Wei was behind her ear.
“I—like you.”
The moment her words fell, the back of Jiang Mi’s neck suddenly hurt—Yan Wei had bitten her glands.