DF Chapter 123

Chapter 123: You Turned Me into Another Sheng Jia

Chapter 123 You Turned Me into Another Sheng Jia

Song Ji’an’s house had two rooms in total. Sheng Jia stood in front of the door of the empty one, glanced inside, and then took out her phone to order some daily necessities on a food delivery app.

Song Ji’an was rummaging through the closet for usable bedding. It wasn’t as exaggerated as she had said. After all, Sheng Huaiying always came to check on her every month or so, helping her air out the bedding or wash the sheets and pillowcases. The items she took out now still had the fragrance of fabric softener.

As for the comforter, it retained a familiar, clean, sun-dried scent that both of them knew well. Perhaps only the mattress that had been covered with a mattress protector needed cleaning, as it was indeed covered in a lot of dust.

“Can you get me a feather duster?” Song Ji’an asked, placing the comforter on a low cabinet to the side.

“Where is it?”

“It’s in…” Song Ji’an paused slightly, “I don’t seem to remember.”

She had organized her purchased items very well, and she remembered where everything was. But she hadn’t bought the feather duster; Sheng Huaiying had brought it over three months ago. It seemed to have been around Qingming Festival, when she had specifically come to Song Ji’an’s place to dust and clean. When Song Ji’an returned from working overtime, only a rich and steaming meal on the table exuded fragrance.

As for items like feather dusters, Sheng Huaiying had probably put them away. Song Ji’an really didn’t know exactly where they were.

But Sheng Jia, after hearing this, surprisingly found it in the storage cabinet on the balcony.

“This is her habit,” Sheng Jia said, handing the feather duster to Song Ji’an. “Because feather dusters need to be dusted and mite-removed after use, she puts them in the sun to dry and then puts them in the nearest cabinet.”

Song Ji’an took it and couldn’t help but sigh, “You really understand Sheng Huaiying.”

“If you want, you can understand her like this too,” Sheng Jia said, leaning against the doorframe, looking at her with piercing eyes. “Of course, don’t you understand Song Ningqiu like this as well? Living together for more than a decade, the other person’s habits have long been etched into your memory, right?”

Song Ji’an bent down and meticulously waved the feather duster through every crevice on the bed, without responding to this sentence. She only glanced at the bed surface and then waved to Sheng Jia, “Come help me make the bed.”

“Okay,” Sheng Jia responded.

Sheng Jia’s actions in making the bed were clearly more skilled than Song Ji’an’s, and she even had some tricks. After all, she had worked as an hourly worker in a hotel, and her commission was calculated based on the number of rooms she cleaned. She had to do it quickly and well to earn more money.

Once the bed was made, Song Ji’an didn’t linger too much. After all, she had to go to work the next day. The funeral home had been handling a lot more memorial services recently, and they couldn’t be without people every day.

Of course, this was also caused by Wang Huiqiu specifically requesting to hold the memorial service at their place, making Fenwang Funeral Home famous. Needless to say, Cheng Fangyang felt very happy every time he counted the income.

Sheng Jia’s room was the secondary bedroom, much smaller than the master bedroom, but it had a wardrobe, desk, and bookshelf. The delivery arrived and was placed at the front door. After Sheng Jia washed up, she returned to her room early. She took out the tablet she carried with her from her bag and finished the work that hadn’t been completely processed today.

The desk lamp above her head exuded a warm yellow light, illuminating the desktop and spreading a halo on the tablet. Sheng Jia narrowed her eyes and took off the lenses that corrected her astigmatism.

The builders probably hadn’t considered the soundproofing of the rooms when they built this building. When everything was quiet, the sound of people moving in the living room was particularly clear.

Sheng Jia leaned back in her chair and heard a hissing sound.

This was Song Ji’an opening the refrigerator door.

Followed by slight bumps and clicking sounds.

These were the sounds of beer bottles colliding.

Then there was a creaking sound.

This was the sound of Song Ji’an sitting in the rocking chair in the living room.

A puffing sound, like bubbles boiling.

The sound of a beer bottle cap falling to the ground.

There was a very beautiful moon outside the window. Sheng Jia tapped the table with her fingertip, rested her cheek on her hand, and hummed a little tune that Sheng Huaiying had hummed in front of her a long time ago.

Outside, only the creaking sound remained, one after another. The rocking chair on the carpet, different joints squeezing, bearing the weight of its owner.

There was another crisp clinking sound, the sound of the beer bottle cap touching the wooden floor.

Song Ji’an was dynamic, her every move easily capturing people’s attention. Sheng Jia got up from her chair and walked out of the room.

The living room was dim, with only a warm light leaking from her room.

Song Ji’an was hidden in a deep blue, the moonlight from outside the window shining on her, as if plating her with a divine light.

Sheng Jia’s gaze fell on her drooping fingertips, the pale fingertips casually resting on the dark green glass bottle, her long, straight hands.

Very beautiful and good-looking.

She stood at the door without moving, and Song Ji’an slowly turned her head to look at her.

“Sheng Jia, you stayed, didn’t you want to do it with me?”

She said softly, “I admit, I can’t sleep right now, and I’m willing to do it with you.”

“You saw through me and still let me stay?” Sheng Jia asked, finding it a bit funny.

“Because I’m also greedy for that feeling,” Song Ji’an answered bluntly. “People’s desires are like flames, a slight breeze can spread them everywhere, and it’s hard to restrain them.”

“Some time ago, I was still learning how to restrain this desire, but these past few days, I suddenly discovered something else.”

Sheng Jia looked at her and asked in a low voice, “What?”

“Perhaps it’s not just me, but you are like this too.” Song Ji’an picked up the beer bottle from the ground and toasted her remotely. “The Sheng Jia who is more ruthless and heartless than me, seems to have even more intense desires, the way you look at me, as if you want to tear me apart at any moment.”

“Really?” Sheng Jia slowly walked to her side. “Is that how I look at you?”

She raised her hand to touch Song Ji’an’s cheek, the alcohol burning her face slightly. Song Ji’an looked up at her, her dark eyes twinkling.

Sheng Jia suddenly knew what kind of look she had when she looked at Song Ji’an.

It was probably the same as Song Ji’an, like a wolf, wanting to tear the prey apart and devour it.

She lowered her head and pressed her forehead against Song Ji’an’s, “I understand.”

Song Ji’an felt her breath and raised her head to touch her lips. Even if they were fully armed, their lips were always soft. She didn’t have any other movements, as if she just wanted to be quietly intimate like this.

Sheng Jia let her do as she pleased, only raising her hand to hold her face and pinch her cheeks.

“Have you touched enough?” she asked. “Song Ji’an, let’s go to the bathroom.”

“Isn’t it good here?”

She was drinking grape-flavored fruit beer, without a rough taste, only a sweet, greasy taste, as if deliberately seducing someone.

Sheng Jia glanced at the beer bottle in her palm, suddenly lowered her head and kissed her again. This time it wasn’t a simple touch, but a nibbling with a bit of force. She bit down on Song Ji’an’s lower lip, bringing a dense, fine itch. Song Ji’an hooked her hand around the back of her head and opened her mouth, kissing her more forcefully.

Sheng Jia smiled.

In the house with no lights, only the two of them, it seemed that they dared to release their true nature.

Quietly sticking together was never suitable for their kisses.

Only intense, forceful, unrestrained kisses like two animals, using every means to demand, were what would truly appear between them at this moment.

The small rocking chair was particularly sturdy, and apart from rocking and creaking non-stop, it steadily bore the weight of the two.

Song Ji’an breathed softly in Sheng Jia’s ear, her fingers like a swimming snake, slowly and deliberately wandering under Sheng Jia’s body wrapped in a shirt.

Sheng Jia shuddered, holding her lips, she squeezed between her legs, her fingertips hooked out silver threads, and the sound of fine water was heard.

“Song Ji’an, how much did you drink?” she asked.

“A little bit,” Song Ji’an answered in a hoarse voice.

“Enough to get you drunk?”

Song Ji’an laughed, making a sound of air, “You guess.”

Through the moonlight, Sheng Jia saw her eyes soaked with water. She kissed her and said softly, “Then I’ll assume you’re drunk.”

Song Ji’an wanted to ask something, but at this moment she was indulging in the ocean of lust, she recklessly touched every part of Sheng Jia, and also felt every stimulation Sheng Jia brought her. She was already a little speechless, and didn’t want to speak.

Until she heard Sheng Jia’s voice in her ear, so low that it seemed like a whisper, telling her something that could only be said in the chaos of this moment.

“Why am I so obsessed with changing you?”

Sheng Jia passed her other hand through her fingers, interlocking her fingers with hers. Only when two young bodies were close together could they feel how intense each other’s heartbeats were.

She lay on her ear and said softly, “Because five years ago, you also changed me so irresistibly. Turned me into another Sheng Jia.”

“Song Ji’an, no one knows how dazzling the light you emitted when you broke into my world.”

“Dazzling.”

Song Ji’an was drunk.

Song Ji’an couldn’t hear.

She was immersed in the vortex of pleasure, only raising her hand to hook Sheng Jia’s little finger.

Like a small boat being rolled up by a huge wave, grabbing an anchor that could stabilize her.

Sheng Jia continued to kiss her, they closed their eyes, seemingly falling into a certain madness, salty liquid flowed into the corners of their lips, exuding a faint bitterness, not knowing whose tears.

–

When Song Ji’an woke up again the next day, the window was already filled with morning light. She subconsciously wanted to touch her phone to check the time, but remembered that since her alarm hadn’t gone off, it probably wasn’t time to go to work yet.

The carpet under her was bought with cashmere texture, even if the indoor air conditioner was on, she was still covered in sticky sweat.

She turned her head to look to the side, there was no one there.

Sheng Jia was gone, as if last night was just a dream.

She got up from the ground, brushed her messy hair, and leaned against the steel bars of the rocking chair. The cold chair made her jolt.

The memories of last night came in fragments. She pinched her brow, the strong physical sensations seemed to have not faded, and recalling it slightly, her heartbeat would accelerate sharply.

After a while, she got up to get her phone from the room. It was only 7:30 in the morning, and there were no messages from anyone in her phone.

The Song Ji’an in the mirror had a rosy complexion, completely opposite to her particularly sleepy mental state at the moment. She turned to walk to the room belonging to Sheng Jia next door, and just as her hand touched the doorknob, a series of beeps came from the front door, followed by the sound of the door opening.

Before she had even turned her head, she already smelled the aroma of breakfast, followed by Sheng Jia’s voice—

“You’re awake? Then come and eat breakfast.”

Song Ji’an was slightly stunned, “How do you know my house’s door code?”

Sheng Jia walked to the dining table carrying buns and fried dough sticks, and answered, “When you invited me up yesterday, you didn’t avoid me when you opened the door. Your and my date of birth, easy to remember.”

“I didn’t ask you to peek,” Song Ji’an pursed her lips, feeling a little amused for some reason.

“I was looking at it in a legitimate way,” Sheng Jia said, taking out the things from the packaging bag one by one. “I bought pork, durian, and salted egg yolk buns, as well as fried dough sticks, sesame balls, and soy milk. Which one do you want to eat?”

Song Ji’an didn’t speak, she leaned against the doorframe, carefully looking at Sheng Jia’s profile.

It was difficult to explain her feelings at the moment. She saw the sunlight outside the window shining on Sheng Jia’s face, and even the fine hairs were clearly visible under the golden light. Sheng Jia at this moment was the most grounded person, she could always normally put everything behind her, only looking at the present, just like only looking at whether this rich breakfast could fill their two stomachs.

Calm, plain, this feeling was irresistible.

Song Ji’an had been able to be quiet and noisy from childhood to adulthood, able to enjoy loneliness and also able to enjoy gatherings, but these four adjectives were difficult to describe what it was like now.

Perhaps it was because she had just woken up in the morning and her mind wasn’t so clear. At this time, a hot-headed decision might be allowed.

Song Ji’an blinked and suddenly said softly, “I heard it.”

The words Sheng Jia whispered in her ear, those words she was unwilling to admit, she heard them.

That was Sheng Jia’s sincere confession hidden in the night.

Sheng Jia’s movements slightly paused, she hooked her lips and said softly, “I know.”

When Song Ji’an intertwined her fingers with hers, she knew Song Ji’an’s answer.