NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 94 - Ointment
The moment the glass cover closed, the movie screen seemed to draw closer, almost like a VR effect—though not quite as immersive.
Jiang Zi brought the cola over, holding out the straw to Tang Yuan’s lips.
Tang Yuan instinctively took a couple of sips. The icy coolness instantly cleared her head.
“You drink some too.”
Jiang Zi obediently took two sips before setting it back down. “Do you want anything to eat?”
“Not really, still full.”
Noticing Tang Yuan’s stiff posture and the noticeable distance between them, Jiang Zi scooted a little closer and adjusted the cushion for comfort. “Wifey, you can lie down and watch.”
Tang Yuan shot her a wary glance, unmoved. “No need.”
Jiang Zi had no choice but to reassure her. “Dear, I know theaters aren’t exactly clean. I won’t do anything.”
Tang Yuan scrutinized her for a moment before choosing to believe her. She lay back with ease—it really was a much better viewing angle.
The movie was a modern romance, telling the story of a couple who journeyed from high school sweethearts to walking down the aisle. They went through countless hardships but ultimately reached their happy ending.
Cliché as it was, the soothing voice acting and soundtrack made it a perfect sleep aid—unlike action films with all their loud special effects.
By the nth time the leads were making out, Tang Yuan had already drifted off.
She didn’t even notice when the movie ended.
Jiang Zi lay beside her, carefully poking her cheek with a finger. The soft, bouncy texture was addictive.
Her gaze landed on the faint marks on Tang Yuan’s neck. Under the dim lighting, the remnants of last night’s kisses had darkened to deep red patches, standing out starkly.
Her fingers lightly traced over the marks, a touch of guilt surfacing.
Next time, she shouldn’t go so hard. They turned this red—it must’ve hurt. And they hadn’t even faded all day.
Tang Yuan stirred slightly, shifting away from her touch as though tickled.
Jiang Zi’s eyes wandered aimlessly before settling on her lips. So soft, so plump—like a rosebud about to bloom. Maybe if she pressed them apart just a little, she could bring the bloom forward…
Her fingers curled, and she quickly withdrew her hand, afraid she might do something impulsive while her wifey was asleep.
The end credits played, and once the song finished, the screen went completely dark. Only the soft glow of the bedside mini lamp remained.
Jiang Zi decided it was time to wake her up. “Little Tang Yuan?”
“Tang Yuan.”
At the second call, Tang Yuan gave a sleepy hum, her eyes half-open and unfocused.
Still lost in a haze, it took her a moment to recall where she was.
Jiang Zi patted her shoulder. “Time to go home.”
Oh, right. She was on a date with Jiang Zi. At the theater. And from the looks of it, the movie was over.
Tang Yuan stretched lazily and slowly sat up, grumbling, “That plot was so boring it put me to sleep.”
She checked her phone—11:30 PM.
“Let’s go, let’s go. Time to head back.”
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Back at Ding Xing Hai.
After that nap, Tang Yuan was still wide awake despite the late hour.
Fresh out of the shower, she sprawled onto the bed, scrolling through her phone.
She hadn’t checked the fan forums in a while, yet the engagement hadn’t dropped at all. In fact, it had actually gone up.
There were even new videos uploaded. Seriously, life was just full of surveillance cameras.
Tang Yuan lay on her carrot-shaped pillow, thoroughly enjoying the comment section.
Just then, a warm hand wrapped around her ankle.
She instinctively tried to pull her foot back but couldn’t.
Tang Yuan buried her face in the pillow in protest. “Sister, not today!”
Jiang Zi feigned innocence. “Not today what?”
Tang Yuan refused to answer, remaining limp in silent rebellion.
Jiang Zi finally let go of her ankle, falling still for a while.
Sensing the lack of movement, Tang Yuan peeked up cautiously.
She scanned the room, but Jiang Zi was nowhere in sight.
Just as she was about to call out, Jiang Zi walked in from outside the bedroom.
“Be good. Sit up a little—I need to put on some ointment for you.”
Tang Yuan hesitated but complied, shifting to the edge of the bed. “Where?”
Jiang Zi twisted open the cap of the ointment and replied casually, “Not down there.”
Tang Yuan: …
She stiffened, snapping back, “Obviously! I know that!”
Jiang Zi couldn’t help but chuckle at how adorably flustered she was.
She squeezed some ointment onto her fingers and gently applied it to the marks on Tang Yuan’s neck. The cool touch sent a shiver through her skin.
“No teasing, just treating the hickeys,” Jiang Zi said, her voice laced with genuine remorse.
Then, in a rare moment of sincerity, she apologized, “I’m sorry, wifey. I’ll be more careful next time.”
Once she finished with her neck, Jiang Zi hooked a finger around Tang Yuan’s collar, pulling it slightly to reveal her collarbone—where more faded traces remained.
The cool balm and Jiang Zi’s delicate touch lingered a little too long.
Tang Yuan instinctively leaned back, but Jiang Zi pressed her shoulders, keeping her in place.
When Tang Yuan looked up, she met Jiang Zi’s serious, unwavering gaze.
Jiang Zi curled her lips into a barely restrained smile, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
“Wifey, shouldn’t we apply some on your inner thighs too?”
Tang Yuan inhaled sharply. Then again.
Resigned, she turned her head away, too tired to even argue.
Sitting at the edge of the bed, she propped herself up with her hands, legs reluctantly parted.
Jiang Zi’s cool fingertips glided over her skin, ensuring every mark was covered.
For a full five minutes, Tang Yuan debated whether to say something. But before she could, Jiang Zi had already recapped the ointment and casually tossed it onto the bedside table.
Just as Tang Yuan was about to crawl back under the covers, a familiar pressure held her knee down.
One glance down, and she knew—Jiang Zi was at it again.
Her pale skin bore fresh red marks once more.
This time, she didn’t wake until nearly noon.
…
When she finally checked her phone, she saw five messages from Dong Ling.
The first one had been sent at nine, followed by another every half hour.
Dong Ling: Time and place.
Dong Ling: Weren’t you the one who asked me out? Where are you?
Dong Ling: Let’s go to Dong Jiu Café.
Dong Ling: Are you still asleep?
Dong Ling: Are you messing with me? Did you pass out or what?
Squinting against the light, Tang Yuan groggily typed back: Let’s change the place. Somewhere we can have lunch.
Dong Ling immediately snapped: Who’s inviting who here?!
Yet, despite his grumbling, there was no follow-up complaint.
After cursing her out at his phone for a while, he still ended up picking a restaurant and sending her the address.
Meanwhile, Tang Yuan, still half-asleep, fumbled her way to the bathroom.
Jiang Zi walked into the bedroom just as Tang Yuan finished washing up and was picking out an outfit.
Jiang Zi strolled up to her and greeted cheerfully, “Morning, wifey.”
Tang Yuan ignored her.
Jiang Zi took the clothes from her hands and held them up against her. “This looks great on you.”
Tang Yuan studied herself in the mirror.
Good thing she had gotten plenty of sleep—she didn’t look too bad. The ointment had worked too. The marks had faded significantly, almost unnoticeable.
Snatching the clothes from Jiang Zi’s hands, Tang Yuan disappeared into the bathroom to change.