Intimate Trial Chapter 14

The car interior was sealed, with only the low rumble of the engine and the faint sound of the air conditioning fan. The halos of the streetlights passed through the dark tinted windows, casting flickering shadows on the two women.

The heat inside Shen Silin’s body was like a wildfire spreading across the plains, burning away all her reason. The cold leather seat and the coolness of the air conditioning not only failed to alleviate the sensation but acted like sparks splashing into an oil pan, making her writhe in increasing discomfort. Unconsciously, she rubbed against the only source of warmth beside her—Ye Chang. Her forehead pressed against Ye Chang’s shoulder and neck, her breathing hot and rapid.

Ye Chang’s crisp gardenia scent, in Shen Silin’s senses currently scorched by drugs and alcohol, became the only life-saving driftwood she could grasp, carrying an alluring coolness. She pressed closer, her arms clinging haphazardly, searching for contact that could relieve the fire inside her.

“Shen Silin!” Ye Chang grabbed her restless wrist, her voice suppressing anger and a trace of barely perceptible tension. “Stop it!”

The icy touch on her palm elicited a comfortable sigh from Shen Silin. Far from stopping, she intensified her actions, burying her entire burning face into Ye Chang’s neck hollow. Like a small beast desperate for water, she greedily drew in the coolness, her lips unconsciously brushing against the delicate skin of Ye Chang’s neck.

Ye Chang’s body stiffened almost imperceptibly. That hot, soft touch carried an electric tingle that tightened her scalp. She forcefully pulled Shen Silin away slightly, pressing her hands onto her shoulders, trying to make her sit steady.

Shen Silin, forcibly pulled away, let out a dissatisfied whimper. Her hazy eyes struggled to focus, meeting Ye Chang’s face, which was inches away. In the dim light, Ye Chang’s tightly pressed lips, in her blurred vision dominated by the drug, transformed into an extremely attractive, soft target waiting to be plucked.

Her mind was a chaotic mess, leaving only the most primitive, scorching impulse.

She wanted to kiss her.

This thought clearly and aggressively occupied everything.

Shen Silin forgot her identity, her situation, and everything else. Following instinct, driven by that force, she slowly leaned closer again, her gaze locked firmly on Ye Chang’s lips, her eyes hazy yet focused, filled with reckless desire.

Their breaths mingled in the confined space, and the temperature climbed.

Just as her lips were about to touch that cool, soft surface—a cool hand firmly and steadily covered her mouth, isolating all possibility of contact.

“Mmm…” Shen Silin struggled in protest, her hot, moist breath spraying entirely onto Ye Chang’s palm.

“Shen Silin,” Ye Chang’s voice was low and hoarse, carrying an undeniable calmness as she tried to penetrate the drug-induced fog. “Stop it. Try to be clear-headed.”

“Ye Chang…” Shen Silin mumbled her name, her voice muffled by the hand over her mouth, filled with deep grievance and confusion. Her eyes, glistening with moisture, looked into Ye Chang’s. “I want to kiss you… Don’t you like me? Why won’t you let me kiss you?”

Ye Chang looked at Shen Silin’s eyes, soaked in desire and confusion, which reflected her own taut silhouette. For a moment, the dam of reason seemed to be teetering under the impact of a surging tide.

But the next moment, a deeper chill settled over her.

“Don’t like you?” Ye Chang repeated the phrase, but her voice was as cold as an icy spring. “The only reason you have this thought right now is the effect of the drug. When you wake up, you will regret asking that question.”

Shen Silin seemed stung by the cold tone and became even more aggrieved. She struggled harder and mumbled a rebuttal, “No… it’s not the drug… I’ve always…”

The rest of her words were blocked by Ye Chang’s hand, which suddenly tightened. Ye Chang’s gaze became sharp and vigilant, even carrying a hint of severity.

“Shen Silin,” she said, every word clear and distinct. “Shut up. Stay quiet, we are almost there.”

Shen Silin was intimidated by the severity in her tone. Coupled with her physical discomfort and the effects of the drug, she finally stopped struggling and babbling. She simply leaned weakly against Ye Chang’s shoulder, taking small, gasping breaths, her eyes still hazy as she stared at the face that was so close yet unattainable.

Ye Chang looked away, no longer meeting her gaze, but the hand supporting her remained steady. With her other hand, she took out her phone and urged the doctor again.

Silence returned to the car, broken only by suppressed breathing and the rapidly retreating light outside the window. That brief, chaotic confrontation, like a stone thrown into a deep pool, quickly allowed the surface to regain its calm. However, the ripples it stirred had quietly spread to the unfathomable depths below.

Some things, once unexpectedly touched, can never fully return to their original state.