A Top-Tier Green Tea Actress Enters a Dating Reality Show - Chapter 42

“Go open the door, Honey.”

Meng Ziqing said with a laugh, a gentle smile on her lips, her eyes filled with the certainty that Qin Yue would not go to open the door.

“You actually dare…” Qin Yue muttered in a low, embarrassed tone, her face silently flushing crimson under the persistent knocking outside.

Meng Ziqing responded with a challenging raise of her eyebrow.

They were both in a mess right now—their clothes half-damp, covered in food residue, and the sofa and floor were a wreck.

Qin Yue’s hand was still tucked inside Meng Ziqing’s clothes, their posture was intimate, and under these circumstances, how could they let outsiders in?

“Open the door, Honey,” Meng Ziqing said again, smiling.

The doorknob turned slightly. The cameraman and staff were likely worried since they hadn’t heard a response from Meng Ziqing and Qin Yue.

“Miss Qin, Miss Meng, we’re coming in!”

“Don’t!” Qin Yue glared at Meng Ziqing in annoyance, quickly got off her, and strode to the door, blocking the doorknob.

This little troublemaker.

Qin Yue cursed inwardly. The sticky, wet feeling on her body was horrible, making her feel like a plate of food.

She stood at the door to handle the situation, her voice clear and cool, no different from usual. “We’re fine. Meng Ziqing wasn’t paying attention when she was applying medicine to me and knocked the tray over.”

“No one is hurt, just some food spilled.”

“You guys should go back first. It will take us a while to clean up here.” At this, Qin Yue let out a genuine sigh of regret.

It was easy for anyone to imagine her genuine helplessness and resignation towards Meng Ziqing’s clumsiness, which led to the tray being knocked over, leaving a huge mess that they had to clean up.

Though, the truth was Meng Ziqing hadn’t done it accidentally; she had deliberately tipped the tray.

Outside the door, the cameraman patted his chest: “We’re glad you’re both okay. The director doesn’t wake up early, so the couple’s mission will only come this afternoon. Take your time sorting things out, and we’ll head downstairs now!”

Eh, they’re just leaving?!

No, no, no, don’t leave! Based on my twenty-plus years of experience, there’s definitely something going on in there!

Please don’t go! Us face-fans will be heartbroken not to see Meng Fairy and Cool-Goddess for a whole morning.

The audience in the live-stream wailed in protest, expressing their reluctance to see them go.

With two single women alone in a room, there had to be something going on.

The cameraman and the staff member holding the live-stream phone exchanged glances, but ultimately decided to leave.

No matter what was going on inside, Qin Yue had provided a clear explanation, and they had no reason to stay and eavesdrop.

“Miss Qin, Miss Meng, we’re leaving!” the cameraman called out toward the door.

Qin Yue felt her tension ease slightly. “Okay…”

Patiently listening to the sound of retreating footsteps outside, Qin Yue finally let out a sigh of relief. She locked the door, turned around ready to settle the score with Meng Ziqing, but froze the moment she turned.

The intimidating chill she was about to conjure in her cool eyes was instantly shattered by the sight before her, and her already pinkish cheeks thoroughly turned tomato-red.

In the brief moment Qin Yue had been negotiating with the people outside, Meng Ziqing had casually stripped off her wet clothes.

Her high-top sneakers and track pants had been removed and piled beside her alabaster-white ankles, revealing a pair of long, jade-like white legs. Further up, there was only a minimal piece of black lace fabric covering her and her smooth, sculpted abdominal lines.

Being on a high floor, Meng Ziqing hadn’t drawn the curtains. The sunlight streamed in, illuminating her skin with a luminous glow.

When Qin Yue turned around, Meng Ziqing was pulling her shirt up by the hem, obscuring her delicate, pretty face. Her waist, slightly arched backward with the movement, was exquisitely curved, fair as jade, and perfectly proportioned.

From Qin Yue’s angle, she could even catch a glimpse of Meng Ziqing’s subtle little dimples of Venus, made visible by her pose.

“Why are you stripping?!” Qin Yue’s voice was edged with frantic panic.

Hearing Qin Yue’s sharp reprimand, Meng Ziqing paused, her arm lowering slightly, pulling the fabric down a bit to reveal her delicate face. She looked confused.

“Huh?”

Qin Yue instinctively turned her head away. “Don’t take it off!”

Her face was flushed, her heart was racing rapidly, and her eardrums were filled with the sound of her own pulse.

Although they had shared the same room and lived together for a month, they usually only changed into homewear or pajamas when they took a shower.

This level of nudity was the first Qin Yue had ever seen.

It was the first time she had seen Meng Ziqing dressed only in her inner garments.

Qin Yue averted her gaze, but the image of Meng Ziqing’s current appearance kept flashing in her mind. She swallowed hard, then suddenly realized what she was doing and violently shook her head.

“Put your clothes on quickly,” she urged. “What kind of behavior is this, walking around the room half-naked without even closing the curtains?”

“But my clothes are dirty,”

“Sister, don’t you feel uncomfortable wearing these dirty, soaking wet clothes?” Meng Ziqing asked with a smile.

How could she not be uncomfortable? It was agonizing! Qin Yue felt annoyed.

She tugged again at the wet corner and hem of her clothes.

With Meng Ziqing’s act of knocking over the meal tray, all of her clothes were casualties. Even she, with her slight obsession with cleanliness, felt like she was marinated in food essence.

She turned her head back, feeling both embarrassed and helpless. “But you… you can’t just strip like that.”

“How else am I supposed to shower if I don’t take them off?”

Meng Ziqing said it as a matter of course, then casually pulled the shirt completely off. She lowered her head, her dark, romantic curly hair sweeping over her shoulder, and her hands reached behind her back, fumbling with the inner garment, clearly intending to take off more.

“Hey!” Seeing that Meng Ziqing wasn’t listening, Qin Yue called out.

Her face grew redder, and her gaze involuntarily swept over the two pale mounds of skin that were revealed as Meng Ziqing slightly bent over, though her feet remained stubbornly planted.

She had stayed by the door the whole time, whether out of anger at Meng Ziqing or pure self-consciousness.

“If I don’t take these clothes off and wash them soon, I’m afraid they’ll start to ferment,” Meng Ziqing frowned beautifully. “Sister, my clothes are expensive, and I can’t bear to throw a single piece away.”

“You…” Qin Yue rubbed her forehead, returning to her senses, feeling both irritated and amused.

Could she really not afford another piece or two of clothing for Meng Ziqing?

Before Qin Yue could speak, Meng Ziqing started causing a fuss again.

“Ugh… Hiss—” Meng Ziqing fumbled for a long time; a small hook just wouldn’t open. Her arms were already tired, and holding them back like this made it even more uncomfortable.

Meng Ziqing looked up for help from the only other person in the room. She whined playfully, “Honey, come here and help me.”

“I can’t undo the hook on my clothes.” Frustrated, she gave up and just sat down on the edge of the sofa that hadn’t been splashed with sweet tea.

Qin Yue was momentarily stunned.

In the morning light, every inch of the young woman’s lovely body exuded temptation. Her dark, romantic long curly hair draped over her shoulders and curled around her slender waist. Her pure black, bright eyes held innocence, yet the slight upward curve of her lips carried a seductive allure.

Meng Ziqing held out a hand to Qin Yue—her palm long, fair, and white, with distinct bones and faintly pink fingertips. She looked up, like a succubus trying to lure someone into the abyss, her eyes clear but moist.

“Honey, come and help me.”

“Pa…”

By the time Qin Yue reacted, she was already sitting beside Meng Ziqing, leaning over to unhook the small fastener that was troubling her.

Her fingers unintentionally brushed against the young woman’s warm, soft back, and she involuntarily shuddered.

Before she could pull her hand back, Meng Ziqing grabbed it.

Meng Ziqing was skillful; she was self-taught and easily proficient in undressing people.

Though Qin Yue’s shirt was still covering her, Meng Ziqing had quietly unbuttoned it, and the inner garment underneath hadn’t been spared, now barely hanging on.

“Meng Ziqing, stop touching me like this.” Suddenly losing the warmth of the fabric, Qin Yue’s body trembled. She tried to restrain her with a tone of warning.

“Double standards…” Meng Ziqing pouted. “You were touching and pressing me just now, and I didn’t complain.”

“Honey, are you really not uncomfortable wearing these wet and dirty clothes?” Meng Ziqing chuckled, speaking softly next to Qin Yue’s ear.

“Want to go shower together?”