A Top-Tier Green Tea Actress Enters a Dating Reality Show - Chapter 41

Today was a bright, sunny day. Although it was still a bit chilly in the morning, the sunshine was already enthusiastic enough to light up the room. However, Meng Ziqing saw the room through a layer of gloom.

A hazy filter covered the world she saw, and even the vivid colors lacked vitality.

The large window by the bed, which had been wide open earlier, was closed by Meng Ziqing before she left, and the whole room was gradually warming up to a comfortable temperature.

Although the room’s setup was no different from other hotels, some details in the corners carried a touch of warmth belonging to the guest.

For example… Meng Ziqing’s bed, which was messy as a dog’s den.

The pure white double duvet was piled in a heap on the bed, and the bedspread was also wrinkled. In the sunlight, it looked messy but unexpectedly gave the room a sense of life.

Generally speaking, Meng Ziqing would make her bed after getting up, washing her face, and putting on makeup. But this morning, she had been frozen by the cold wind and crawled out reluctantly. She was cursing Qin Yue for being petty while washing up, and her mind was occupied with plotting how to settle scores with Qin Yue, so she had completely forgotten trivial things like making the bed.

Now, this bed seemed… possibly… about to become the location of her impending punishment.

Meng Ziqing stared hopelessly at the messy bed. Before even entering the room, she felt a little weak…

The sound of her own “sinful” words from earlier floated through her mind.

“When we get to the room later, Wife, you can do anything to me.”

“Kissing, hugging, or something else, Wife, you can do anything to me.”

“Wife…”

The thought of those words made Meng Ziqing shiver, and she wanted to slap herself. Her back was now slick with cold sweat, filled with regret.

This bed is so big, and so messy. Rolling around on it a couple of times probably wouldn’t make much difference.

“Come in…” Qin Yue urged from the doorway. “Why are you standing at the entrance?”

“Wife, how about I go downstairs and pick out something for you to eat first?” Meng Ziqing made one last struggle, frowning with delicate worry, her face showing genuine concern. “Skipping breakfast in the morning isn’t good for your stomach.”

“No need. My stomach is fine. Missing one meal won’t hurt, and I’m not in the mood to eat right now.”

Qin Yue refused, pulling at the coffee-soaked cuff of her sleeve with a hint of impatience. “Come in. First, help me apply some anti-swelling ointment.”

With her excuse blocked by Qin Yue, Meng Ziqing held the tray, her voice trembling slightly. “Al… right…”

In front of the cameraman and the live stream, even if Meng Ziqing’s legs were shaking, she couldn’t make a run for it. After all, Qin Yue cared about her reputation, and so did she.

Meng Ziqing had a strong personal image to maintain.

So, enduring Qin Yue’s predatory gaze and the anticipated, understanding looks from the cameraman and live stream crew, she lowered her head and walked into the room with solemn, heavy steps, a look of tragedy on her face.

“Bang—”

The sound of the door closing made Meng Ziqing instinctively flinch.

Meng Ziqing swallowed, took a deep breath, and turned around like a person heading to their execution, weakly meeting Qin Yue’s eyes.

“Jiejie” she called out faintly, holding the tray close to her chest, attempting to use it to keep some distance between herself and Qin Yue. “Can’t we talk this out nicely…”

“Jiejie?” Qin Yue rolled the two words on her tongue for a moment, approaching Meng Ziqing as she spoke, a hint of amusement in her voice. “Weren’t you calling me ‘Wife’ just now?”

Qin Yue was tall to begin with, her sleek, chin-length bob sharp and stylish. The black and red jacket of Meng Ziqing was draped over her pure white shirt, making her cool and collected eyes appear even more severe. Stepping closer to Meng Ziqing in this manner, she was incredibly intimidating.

“Just now was just now.” Meng Ziqing laughed awkwardly, her smile a little forced. “JiejieI was talking back to Wen Siliang just now to scare him and to create some broadcast effect, that’s all…”

“Scare him? Broadcast effect?”

Qin Yue closed the distance by two more steps, directly backing her against the sofa.

Meng Ziqing instinctively leaned back and sat down. The tray in her hands rattled due to her trembling and the sudden drop, but the food inside didn’t fall out, though it gave her a fright.

“Hiss—” She gasped.

Meng Ziqing nodded weakly: “Yeah…”

“You love to go back on your word, Wife?” Qin Yue raised one leg and rested it between Meng Ziqing’s knees, leaning down slightly. Her slender hand moved to Meng Ziqing’s cheek and waist.

The wet, slightly cold sensation of the residual dark brown coffee dripped slowly down Meng Ziqing’s cheek, winding its way down to the hollow of her collarbone. The chill made Meng Ziqing’s heart tremble.

“Just now, you were asking me if everything you said was true, and if I was your Wife,” Qin Yue said slowly, her hand gliding leisurely from Meng Ziqing’s cheek to her neck. The back of her hand touched the fabric of the collar, leaving tiny dark spots. “How did it become ‘just acting’ now?”

“Wife, you even said I could do anything to you when we got to the room.” Qin Yue leaned closer, looking at the girl’s face flushed white and pink. “Was that acting too?”

As she spoke, the hand resting on Meng Ziqing’s waist pressed down with some force.

Meng Ziqing’s eyelashes fluttered, her eyes glistening. The hand and arm holding the tray were starting to ache from fatigue. “Jie (Sis)…”

“Hmm?”

Qin Yue drew out the sound. Her eyes were a deep blue-black under her long lashes. Her hand had gently grasped Meng Ziqing’s collar, as if another “Jie (Sis)” from her would mean the shirt was forfeit.

Qin Yue regularly exercised and had considerable explosive strength; she really was capable of ripping Meng Ziqing’s thin clothing.

“Wife—” Meng Ziqing conceded the title. Her arms were already deadly sore from holding the tray still and began to shake. She softened her voice, raising her eyes in a tearful plea of weakness. “Can you let me put the tray down first?”

“My arms are so sore.” She whined with a hint of a choked sob, half genuinely distressed, half playfully acting.

Her delicate features were crumpled up, a flicker of regret in her eyes. She huddled on the sofa, shrinking into a small ball. Her oversized clothes today made her look even smaller, appearing incredibly pitiful and innocent.

Totally screwed. The thing she instinctively grabbed to shield herself had now become the source of her suffering.

Qin Yue’s clear, cold eyes gently lowered, looking at Meng Ziqing’s trembling arms. She stared for a moment, then let out a low laugh. “Wife, are you already giving up?”

Meng Ziqing’s eyes widened: “?!”

What kind of dirty road are you trying to drive on?!

“Jiejie, my arms are really sore.” Meng Ziqing pleaded with her. “Can I put the tray down, please?”

Meng Ziqing’s voice was naturally clear and elegant, but now, her coaxing carried a honey-like sweetness, hooking into a person’s heart.

Qin Yue, however, acted as if she hadn’t heard. She didn’t correct the title again, but said gently, “Be good, hold it properly. Wife, you lack exercise. You’ll be fine after a little practice.”

Fine after a little practice? This is clearly corporal punishment! Meng Ziqing cried inwardly, stamping her foot in frustration.

She let out a soft groan. “Jiejie (Sister), don’t you like me anymore?”

“Don’t you like me anymore, so you want to see me suffer?” Meng Ziqing fought back tears.

“I like you. Of course, I like you.” Qin Yue’s voice was calm, but her slender fingers toyed with Meng Ziqing’s skin, tracing a path from her neck upwards until they settled on her lips.

“But who told my Wife that her mouth is too sweet?”

“Silver-tongued.”

Qin Yue’s finger slowly kneaded her lower lip, watching the already rosy lips become even more vibrant, like a flower blooming to the point of being overripe, so full it was about to overflow with sweet nectar.

The cold, coffee-bitter fingertip gently nudged past the snowy-white teeth, the finger slightly curved, pressing down on the soft, wet surface of the other’s tongue, teasingly playing with it.

“Ngh…” Meng Ziqing instinctively arched her back, the slight movement of compliance making her eyes turn red at the corners.

The hand placed on Meng Ziqing’s waist slipped under the hem of her shirt, moving up concealed by the fabric, finally reaching her well-formed curves, feeling her heartbeat quicken with her movements.

“Black-hearted and cruel.”

“Wife is a bad girl, so she needs a little punishment.” Qin Yue leaned in slightly, her blue eyes deep, filled with a noble, coldness that was now replaced by desire.

“Hiss—” Meng Ziqing gasped. Her waist was weak and her arms were sore; her whole body felt numb and slightly shaky, unable to exert much strength.

She looked at Qin Yue with tear-filled eyes, and actually bit down on Qin Yue’s finger, her voice muffled and tinged with annoyance. “Jiejie you only want to see me suffer, why make such an excuse.”

A slight sting made Qin Yue’s fingertip instinctively retract a little, but Meng Ziqing bit down harder, as if afraid she might escape.

Meng Ziqing didn’t have canines, but she had slight bunny teeth. Biting Qin Yue’s finger, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were watery, making her look exactly like a cornered rabbit.

“You can put the tray down, you know.” Qin Yue chuckled softly, her slightly husky, sensual female voice echoing in Meng Ziqing’s ear. Her cool eyes now held a touch of malice. “Just like that.”

She said slowly, “If you put it down, the tray will crash with a clatter. What do you think the cameraman and the live stream outside the door will think when they hear the noise?”

“Will they come over and knock on the door?”

“And then they’ll open the door and see my Wife in a complete mess.” Qin Yue’s tightly pursed lips curled up into a slight arc. “Wife, you care about your image. Don’t you want to save face?”

Earlier, Meng Ziqing had used her reputation against her. Now, the tables had turned.

It must be said that Qin Yue was in a very good mood right now.

However, Qin Yue also felt a pang of sympathy seeing Meng Ziqing’s distress. She thought about letting her put the tray down in another minute.

Qin Yue counted the time and offered comfort, “Wife, just hold it for a little longer and…”

“CLATTER!”

Before Qin Yue could finish, the sound of the tray falling and the porcelain plates inside colliding echoed right in front of her.

The next second, the sweet tea and tsampa fell out. Liquid splattered onto Meng Ziqing and Qin Yue’s clothes, finally dripping onto the floor from the leather sofa, while the food rolled off their clothes.

Just as Qin Yue had predicted, Meng Ziqing, who was on the bottom, was a total mess, but Qin Yue wasn’t much better.

The noise inside the room was indeed heard by the two “doorkeepers” outside, followed by knocking and questions from the doorway.

“You!” Qin Yue’s eyes widened. For a moment, she didn’t know what to say.

“It spilled…” Meng Ziqing shrugged. She moved her aching arms, then gently placed her hand on her own chest, gripping Qin Yue’s hand through the fabric with the maximum strength she could muster right now.

A smile appeared in her still-moist eyes. She tilted her chin towards the door, looking inexplicably mischievous. “Wife, let them in.”

“If we’re going to be embarrassed, let’s be embarrassed together.”

Since there was no response, the knocking outside the door grew louder, seeming poised to open the door and enter.

“Miss Qin, Miss Meng, what’s going on in there!”