Chapter 46: The Caged Bird Infected with a Vicious Disease (1)

Bai Qian had entered this world just half an hour ago. Nearly twenty minutes of that had been spent driving here, her attention fixed on the road conditions, leaving no spare moment to ponder how to thwart the impending encounter between the female protagonist and the male lead.

With the female protagonist on the verge of showing up at the bar to find someone, Bai Qian had no choice but to resort to the honey trap.

She wasn’t even sure it would work—if seduction failed, she’d have to scramble for another plan.

To her delight, the outcome exceeded expectations. The female protagonist, dead set on a one-night stand with someone attractive tonight, had fallen right into her scheme.

Bai Qian led her to a nearby hotel. As she pulled out her ID at the front desk, the quiet Jian Wanqing standing beside her glanced at the name.

Bai Qian knew she wouldn’t fully relax until the female protagonist had safely weathered this night. The surest way was to keep a close eye on her, preventing any return to the bar where accidents—or the male lead—might still intervene.

But what Bai Qian thought didn’t mean Jian Wanqing shared the sentiment.

The moment the room door clicked shut, Jian Wanqing impatiently shoved her against the wall.

No time for greetings—those scorching, feverish lips were already closing in.

Bai Qian’s mind was elsewhere, so she didn’t dodge in time. By the moment realization hit, her own lips were already claimed.

Tasting flesh only fueled the ravenous wolf’s hunger; hands clamped around the woman’s slender waist, brooking no escape.

Jian Wanqing’s sharp wits weren’t confined to her flawless academic record, never once placing second. They shone here too, in the art of kissing a woman properly.

That fleeting introductory kiss from earlier? It didn’t count in Jian Wanqing’s book.

What she craved was total possession of this stunning woman whose single glance had set her heart ablaze.

She traced the woman’s warm lips with her tongue, savoring the sweet, intoxicating saliva that mingled with hers. As her tongue delved deeper, the delicate strands not yet swallowed slid ambiguously down the corner of her mouth.

After enduring nearly three minutes of this fervent kiss, Bai Qian seized an opening and shoved the other woman away.

Jian Wanqing’s eyes burned with a scorching lust that prickled the scalp, while Bai Qian’s gaze remained clear and composed, untouched by surrender.

Oblivious to the starving wolf she’d provoked, Bai Qian met that dissatisfied stare with calm composure, lifting a hand to wipe the damp corner of her mouth.

The gesture was utterly casual, but to Jian Wanqing—already ensnared, her senses in disarray—it appeared laced with seduction.

“What’s wrong?”

Jian Wanqing had once begged in terror, locked away by her own father, but even then, her voice hadn’t dropped to this husky rasp.

Bai Qian’s usually steady mind reeled from the kiss, tangled in knots she couldn’t unravel, leaving her without a plausible excuse for her sudden shift. With the situation so pressing, she blurted out a blunt refusal: “Sorry, I don’t want to continue.”

The woman blinked, doubting her ears. “What?”

Composed now, Bai Qian repeated herself: “I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want to go on.”

In such circumstances, even a saint would lose their cool.

Jian Wanqing was no exception. She laughed in sheer exasperation, tempted to ice her out with a cold glare. But her eyes snagged on those exquisitely beautiful features, and anger twisted back into desire. Suppressing her temper, she said, “Miss Bai Qian, you were the one who kissed me first outside the bar. You lured me here, and now you’re saying it’s off? Does that even sound rational to you?”

A note of grievance crept in. “I don’t even know you. If you’re just playing with me, at least give me a reason.”

“Or is it…” Jian Wanqing supplied one for her, “that my kissing skills fell short, leaving you unsatisfied?”

Bai Qian couldn’t get a word in edgewise as Jian Wanqing barreled on: “That’s not my fault—it’s my first time kissing someone else. Skills can be honed. If you don’t like it, then don’t move. You kiss me instead, any way you want. I can take it, you—”

The woman’s nonstop mouth was abruptly sealed by a firm palm, unfinished words muffled completely.

“No reason. I just don’t want to anymore. Is that explanation enough?”

Her tone turned icy, those bar-side eyes once brimming with tender allure and sultry promise now distant, inspiring only chill apprehension.

One-night stands were always about mutual consent.

If one party suddenly changed her mind, the other might be frustrated, but she couldn’t really force the issue.

Moreover, the woman’s refusal had been so obvious that any normal person would know better than to keep pressing.

But clearly, the lust-crazed fool wasn’t normal.

She hadn’t paid the slightest attention to what the woman had said. Instead, her focus was entirely on the hand pressed against her mouth.

The hand matched its owner—exquisite and beautiful, as if carved from the finest jade.

“Your hand is so beautiful,” Jian Wanqing praised without reservation.

Bai Qian had waited for what felt like ages, only to hear that.

Once she registered what the other woman had actually said, the cold mask on her face nearly cracked.

She steadied her breathing, ready to shut down the conversation for good. But before she could get a word out, her hand was seized.

Jian Wanqing didn’t immediately toy with that alluring hand. She had something more pressing in mind.

She looked up, the heat in her eyes unmasked. “Let’s not waste any more time. Do you want to be on top, or should I?”

Bai Qian: ?

“Miss Jian, wasn’t I clear enough earlier?”

Jian Wanqing blinked in genuine confusion. “What did you say just now?”

She nodded to herself. “Right, you haven’t told me yet. Is it because my kissing technique is that bad that you’re backing out? Or did you already say? Sorry, I got completely lost staring at your hand. It’s so beautiful. Miss Bai, you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. You’re really stunning.”

Such blunt, sincere flattery caught even Bai Qian off guard, leaving her momentarily speechless.

But she quickly realized she’d been led astray again. Just as she hardened her expression, the woman’s lips claimed hers once more.

Jian Wanqing pecked her lips lightly, like a woodpecker tapping at bark, then murmured an invitation. “Miss Bai, let’s not waste time just standing here. I rushed out earlier and haven’t had a chance to shower yet. Want one? We could go together.”