A Delicate Beauty Holding a Villain’s Script - Chapter 32.2

The tips of the vines poked around randomly. He didn’t know where they poked, but it stimulated him so much that his whole body trembled, and tears fell with a splat. The vine hit by the tears suddenly froze, becoming frantic, and quickly retreated.

Wake up, this is a dream, it’s not real… That terrifyingly familiar sensation scared Li Rangnian into a shudder, and he instantly woke from the dream.

As soon as he opened his eyes, a dark shadow was projected in front of him, blocking the light and obscuring the face.

“Ah… Mmph!” Before he could scream, his lips were covered by a large hand, and his flailing limbs were violently suppressed by the other person, pinned to the bed.

It wasn’t a dream; someone was actually kissing him!

Li Rangnian’s hair was a mess, spread out behind him like a captured little fish. He widened his eyes, trying to see clearly. The next second, his eyes were blindfolded with a silk ribbon, and he lost his visual senses.

The other person’s breath sprayed on his face, and soon, a storm-like kiss fell chaotic, like a wild beast biting its prey.

Li Rangnian was forced to tilt his head back to receive it. He only felt his mouth go numb and painful; his tongue was almost losing sensation.

“Wooo!” He tried to speak, but he was always blocked by the other person. Either it was a finger, or the other’s cold lips.

He struggled too fiercely, so the person leaned into his ear and threatened: “Be good. As long as you don’t move, I’ll be gentler. Otherwise, I’ll film a video.”

“…” Li Rangnian finally stopped moving, allowing the person to kiss him while his brain raced. The voice was low and magnetic, it wasn’t Han Xiangbai’s voice, and it wasn’t Yu An… Who could it be?

A large hand tore away the clothes that had been put on him, acting recklessly. The other person sneered, “Look at this, who played with you again? Truly fickle. Today, I’ll give you a proper punishment.”

Words spoken with righteous indignation, as if he had forgotten that he was also one of the ill-intentioned ones.

The released lips were a mess of red, a vivid and dripping crimson. The face with blindfolded eyes was fair, adding a touch of enchantment to his pure and beautiful appearance.

The “painter” worked diligently, filling the white canvas stroke by stroke. The beauty under his brush was sprawled out; his hair was soaked with sweat, vivid and sensual, tempting the painter to add more red oil paint.

Li Rangnian sobbed, not daring to be loud, holding back his cries. His eyes were swimming with tears, and his nose was red from crying. Tears slid to his pointed chin; he looked as pitiful as a little rabbit.

“Bas… bastard! Do you dare let go… I… I won’t let you off!”

“Fine, I’m waiting for you.” Perhaps pitying him, the person didn’t go to the final step, but he “ate the little cake” all over.

Fingers threaded through the long hair, his fingertips becoming stained with a light body fragrance. As his pads slid across the skin, it was smooth and wonderful. The man fantasized while dressing him, his tone carrying satisfaction: “Be good. You don’t want your husband to know, do you?”

Li Rangnian was too tired to deal with him. He closed his eyes to steady his breathing and only responded after a long while: “Get out.”

“Hmph.” The other person sneered, expressing dissatisfaction with his coldness, yet he stood up quite obediently.

It was at this moment that Li Rangnian raised his aching arm and snatched off the silk ribbon. He didn’t see anyone at the door. He looked up, crashing straight into the other person’s playful eyes.

The person actually hadn’t left! The beauty had never imagined he would dare stay here. The next second, he recognized him, and his face instantly paled in shock.

The man stood by the bed with his arms crossed, looking over sideways, a curve hooking his lips. “Hmm? Seeing that I haven’t left, are you surprised?”

Li Rangnian pointed at him, his arm trembling in disbelief: “You… you… How can it be you?!”

Because the scene involved content unsuitable for minors, 051 had been locked in the “small dark room” and couldn’t come out. Li Rangnian had thought through all those men, but he never expected it would be the Protagonist Top (Gong)!

How could it be him? Li Rangnian was confused. He hadn’t even started seducing him, nor had he provoked him. Why was he still getting involved with him?

But that was fine; it saved him the time for the mission. With his thoughts racing, the beauty’s face still maintained that shocked expression. “Song Hansheng, how can it be you…”

“Why can’t it be me?” Song Hansheng raised an eyebrow. His unruly eyebrows showed a hint of arrogance, and his thin lips were slightly curved in a half-smile that looked intimidating. His words were even more blunt: “Who were you hoping for? Han Xiangbai? Jiang Cunshu? Or Gu Yin?”

“What, so many men can’t satisfy you? Li Rangnian, I’ve truly underestimated you.”

Li Rangnian’s face grew whiter and whiter. His lips were trembling, and his chest rose and fell sharply, appearing provoked by the words: “You!”

“Me? What about me? Am I wrong? Li Rangnian, you are truly capable, bewitching Yu An until he loses his way, making him so unwilling to investigate you that he serves you like a slave.”

Song Hansheng suddenly closed in, pinching his chin and forcing him to look up and meet his gaze. His eyes were pure darkness. “Unfortunately, I’m not him. I won’t be bewitched by you.”

From the first meeting, he had set his sights on that beauty who relied on others’ power. He had subordinates investigate all the data. A vain, gold-digging, and hypocritical beautiful vase appeared on the page, someone easily held in the palm of his hand.

Thinking himself clever, the beauty had turned several men dizzy, enjoying everything with a clear conscience. Such unrefined, low-level methods. He was truly stupid to the core.

The long-haired beauty trembled with rage at his words. Tears shimmered in his eyes as if he were about to cry, and his voice carried a nasal tone that sounded very clingy: “Then why did you touch me? Don’t you think I’m dirty? You should stay away from me then!”

The man paused, looking down at the beauty beneath him. Clearly, his chin was red and pained, with tears in his eyes, yet his expression was stubborn, refusing to show weakness. His eyelashes fluttered like butterflies about to fly away.

Truly… it made one want to torment him until he cried out, until he collapsed.

A fire burned in his chest, growing stronger, mixed with anger and an unspeakable jealousy. He said coldly, “What? Other men can touch you, but I can’t? Do you think you’re very valuable? In my eyes, you’re just someone who judges by appearances.”

A tear fell onto the web of Song Hansheng’s hand. His hand shook violently, and his heart felt as if a piece had been carved out, suddenly aching.

The beauty cried, the corners of his eyes were crimson and filled with tears. He cried like a pear blossom in the rain, sobbing as if he had suffered a massive grievance: “I hate you! Bastard, bastard, bastard!”

“What are you crying for? I wasn’t wrong.” The man’s voice was dry and very unnatural. He wanted to withdraw his hand, yet he also wanted to raise a fingertip to wipe away that tear.

“Get away! Don’t touch me!” Li Rangnian was now like a sponge, with one light squeeze, all that came out was tears. He avoided the other’s touch and curled up as he sat up, a posture lacking any sense of security.

Song Hansheng withdrew his hand and licked the corner of his mouth, feeling uncomfortable for the first time. “Fine, I admit I’m quite interested in you. Is that enough?”

Li Rangnian ignored him completely. He buried his head and wept silently. His dejected appearance made the man’s heart ache with a dull pain.

“Tsk, stop crying. I didn’t mean it that way…” The man was at a loss. He walked around the bed a few times, not knowing what to do. Finally, he took out a handkerchief and handed it to him. “Wipe it.”

Smack! The beauty mercilessly slapped his hand away with all his strength. Caught off guard, a red mark soon appeared on the back of his hand. Song Hansheng’s face immediately darkened. “No one has ever dared to hit me. You truly refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit.”

Song Hansheng grabbed the beauty’s collar, forcefully pulling him over and pressing the handkerchief against him. “Wipe all those tears for me.”

“Psychopath! Bastard! Get away!” Li Rangnian waved his hands to push him and kicked with both feet, managing to break free and shrink into the corner of the bed.

“…” Several scratches appeared on the back of Song Hansheng’s hand, and his suit was a mess, making him look quite disheveled.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, his expression was dangerous. “I’ll count to three. Crawl over here.”

“I’m not coming over! Psychopath, who do you think you are!” Li Rangnian braved it and countered him, his little mouth chattering non-stop, using the same few words to curse him.

“Three, two…”

Seeing the other’s face growing darker, Li Rangnian couldn’t help but shrink back, thinking to himself that if things really went south, he would just give in.

“What are you two doing?”

An inquiry came from the doorway. Both turned at the same time to see Yu An standing there. Half of his body was hidden in the darkness. Though his voice was gentle, it sounded eerie, and his eyes were burning as he stared at them.

Li Rangnian subconsciously looked down. Seeing himself fully dressed, he felt relieved. Tears welled up, and he opened his arms, rushing to complain: “Waaa, hubby you’re back! He bullied me!”

Yu An strode over, his expression indifferent. He held him and gave him a kiss. “Wifey, are you okay?”

The person in his arms was aggrieved, his eyes were full of tears, his mouth was red, his hair was messy, and there were bright red finger marks on his chin. It was obvious at a glance that he had been bullied.

Yu An thought calmly: It doesn’t matter. I’ll vent this anger for my wifey.

“Wifey, give me a kiss. Don’t cry, hmm? We’ll go back soon. Wait for me outside for a bit, okay?” Yu An’s voice was gentle, but the gaze he turned toward the man was cold—as if dipped in poison, carrying a hint of madness.

Tsk, what a ‘green tea’ (manipulative) guy. Song Hansheng watched the two hug and kiss with interest. He ignored the slight sourness in his heart, merely licking the corner of his mouth, thinking that the “vase” actually tasted quite good.

“Okay! Waaa… Hubby, you’re the best…” Li Rangnian secretly shot a provocative smile at Song Hansheng, as if saying “you’re finished,” before walking out of the room, looking back every three steps.

As soon as the door closed, Yu An’s fist came flying, catching him off guard.

“Tsk, so much force?” Song Hansheng turned his head; the corner of his mouth was bruised but not yet bleeding. He smiled with a nonchalant air, continuing his verbal assault: “No way, Yu An. For the sake of a little lover, you really want to offend me?”

“Shut up!” Hatred burned in Yu An’s eyes, and his punches were sharp. “He isn’t some ‘little lover.’ He is my beloved!”

“Is that so? But I want him too. What should we do?” Song Hansheng allowed himself to be hit once, half of his body twisting to the side from the force. This time, the corner of his mouth bled, and the faint scent of blood spread in his mouth.

Hearing this, Yu An’s anger flared even more, and his strikes became heavier. “He isn’t some goods for you to choose!”

Song Hansheng dodged him, pressing his tongue against the roof of his mouth. The broken skin stung slightly, and he pulled a fierce smile. “The first two punches were me letting you have them; I did touch him first. But I won’t hold back anymore.”

He had studied Sanshou (Chinese kickboxing) and frequently visited the gym. Once they really started fighting, he was naturally on par with Yu An.

Dull thuds echoed in the room, fists hitting flesh, sounding painful even to hear.

The noise was loud enough to be heard clearly outside the room. [Aaaaah, Host, what did you do? Why are the Protagonist Top and the Supporting Lead fighting?!] 051, just released from the dark room, looked shocked and subconsciously looked at its host.

Instead, it saw its host’s eyes filled with tears and his neck covered in hickeys. He looked boneless and pitiful: “I’m sorry, System. It’s all my fault. They’re fighting because of me. If you want to blame someone, blame me…”

Seeing its host looking like he had been badly bullied, the little ball of light couldn’t say anything reproachful. It immediately changed its tone to comfort him: [It’s not your fault, Host! It’s clearly not your problem. It’s all their fault for not being able to resist your charm!]

[And they call themselves protagonists? Ptooey!]

“Pfft!” Li Rangnian was amused by its words. A blush appeared on his face, and his long hair draped lazily across his chest. His brows were full of charm, like a forest spirit fed full of essence, he looked exceptionally seductive. “Thank you, System.”

Even the sound of his voice was alluring, the end-tone rising as if it had a hook, instantly catching the system’s heart.

After a short while, the noise stopped. The door opened, and Yu An, his face unharmed, walked out. Seeing him, he gave a gentle smile: “Wifey, let’s go home.”

“Hubby, you aren’t hurt, are you?” Li Rangnian pounced over. Feeling the stiffness in the other’s body, he immediately felt distressed. He grabbed Yu An’s hem, wanting to pull it open to check. “Is it bruised here? Let me see.”

Yu An was both distressed and moved. He pulled him in for a series of kisses. “No, wifey. I’m fine. Just a small injury. We’ll talk when we get home, hmm?”

The beauty was easy to coax. He immediately stopped his movements and listened obediently, looking up at him dependently. “Okay, hubby. Let’s go back.”

Li Rangnian held onto his strong and powerful arm like a little bird, while Yu An’s large hand tightly held his waist, the posture of a victor.

“…” Song Hansheng slowly walked out of the door. Watching their intimate backs, he grit his teeth.

Damned thing, acting like that. The two had fought to a draw. Except for those first two punches, neither side had taken much damage.

His face was cold, and his hand was still tightly clutching that handkerchief soaked with the beauty’s tears. After a moment of hesitation, he slowly lowered his head, buried his face in it, and took a deep breath.

So fragrant, it was as if the beauty were right before him. Song Hansheng carefully folded the handkerchief, stuffed it into his breast pocket, and pressed it down gently.