A Top-Tier Green Tea Actress Enters a Dating Reality Show - Chapter 43

The girl’s breath was hot, and her soft laughter, scattered near Qin Yue’s ear and neck, felt like an electric shock, causing Qin Yue to shiver with goosebumps.

“Do you want to come together?” Seeing Qin Yue remain silent, Meng Ziqing invited again, her voice so sweet it threatened to drown Qin Yue.

As she spoke, Meng Ziqing moved closer to Qin Yue.

The faint, pleasant fragrance of the girl lingered near Qin Yue’s nose.

Skin touching skin transmitted warmth, and the sensation of subtle friction was amplified… Qin Yue’s breathing hitched, and she felt a dryness in her throat.

But the timing was wrong; they were still arguing. She couldn’t…

Qin Yue nervously turned her head away. “If you want to wash, go wash by yourself. I’m not used to sharing a bath with others…”

“Really?” Meng Ziqing narrowed her eyes. Her hand slid forward along Qin Yue’s inner clothing, gently cupping Qin Yue’s snowy white breast, and her hand became restless.

Her tone was aggrieved, and she began to twist the concept. “Wifey, why can’t we bathe together?”

“Among wives, who doesn’t bathe together?”

Meng Ziqing leaned in, rubbing her nose gently against Qin Yue’s neck, her voice intimate. “Wifey, shouldn’t we be completely honest with each other?”

“Hmm?”

“Meng Ziqing, stop…” Qin Yue’s voice cut off, rising slightly into a soft, bird-like chirp, a subtle pain mixed with a pleasure that made her waist weak.

Meng Ziqing smirked, her eyes playful, and the action of her hand didn’t stop. Her fingertips wantonly kneaded and stroked. “Wifey—”

“Are you really not hot? Do you want to go take a shower?”

Her voice was low, and as she spoke, her lips touched and lightly pecked Qin Yue’s earlobe before drawing away.

Meng Ziqing was practically hanging onto Qin Yue. Her hands were constantly provoking. Qin Yue always pressured others with her imposing demeanor, looking very tough, but in reality, her body was soft.

If Meng Ziqing retreated, Qin Yue would advance. If Meng Ziqing advanced, Qin Yue could only fall apart and retreat repeatedly.

Who made her waist, neck, and ears so sensitive?

Between the two of them, one was a venomous snake cloaked in the skin of a pure, good-natured rabbit, and the other was a rabbit cloaked in the skin of a cold, venomous snake.

And Meng Ziqing knew all of this.

She chuckled, and the movements of her hands became increasingly unrestrained. Her long, pale fingers slowly wandered, like a snake unhurriedly playing with its prey, carrying a hint of the danger of being swallowed, stimulating the brain’s nerves and causing a spontaneous tensing of the body.

“Meng Ziqing…”

Qin Yue called her name expressionlessly.

Qin Yue was tense all over, her heartbeat fast, but her breathing had slowed.

Her eyes gradually deepened. Her long eyelashes cast shadows over her indigo-to-violet eyes, which looked strangely eerie. She lowered her gaze and stared at the smug Meng Ziqing with a blank expression, while her hand quietly supported Meng Ziqing’s waist.

“Do you think—” Qin Yue’s clear, cold voice was a bit hoarse as she lifted her eyelids, scrutinizing her.

“That you can take me down like this?”

As she spoke, the hand supporting Meng Ziqing tightened.

Meng Ziqing gave a slight laugh, her voice softening. “What’s this about taking down? I was taken down by my Jiejie long ago.”

Qin Yue paused. “You liar…”

“You clearly don’t have me in your heart, but you still pretend to like me.” Qin Yue’s eyes flickered, and her heart felt a little sour.

Besides me, who knows how many other good Jiejies she’s been taken down by.

Meng Ziqing was stunned to hear the inner monologue, having not expected Qin Yue to think this way. She recovered and felt a mix of helplessness and amusement. “You’re right, I’m a liar.”

“So—” she drew out the word, looking mysterious.

Qin Yue: “So?”

Meng Ziqing leaned close to Qin Yue’s ear and whispered, “So Qin Yue, I don’t love you.”

She spoke very softly, as childishly as a kindergarten student secretly whispering during nap time behind the teacher’s back. Her tone was very serious, making Qin Yue’s heart tremble.

Qin Yue had called her a liar, so Meng Ziqing said she didn’t love her.

Did this ‘I don’t love you’ mean it was the truth, or was she confessing to her?

Was it the truth… or a confession?

Meng Ziqing straightened up, moving slightly away from Qin Yue. She shrugged nonchalantly, a slight lift to her lips. “Since my wifey isn’t used to it, I’ll go wash first.”

The girl’s sudden departure exposed the touching skin to the air. The resulting chill made Qin Yue snap back to reality. She instinctively grabbed Meng Ziqing’s arm. “Don’t go, tell me…” clearly.

“Jiejie really can’t bear to let me go and wants to come with me after all.”

The last two words hadn’t left Qin Yue’s mouth before she was interrupted by Meng Ziqing. Meng Ziqing flashed a triumphant smile. “You’re a hypocritical Jiejie. Let’s go, let’s go, come and bathe together.”

“Wait…”

Meng Ziqing didn’t give Qin Yue time to speak, pulling her up and virtually shoving her into the bathroom.

The process was very easy; she didn’t even need to use much effort.

Inside the bathroom, a layer of white steam gradually covered the semi-transparent glass door. Amidst the sound of rushing water, the muffled sounds of female laughter and playful teasing were heard.

The blurry figures of the two women occasionally appeared on the fogged glass door, sometimes separating, sometimes overlapping.

Forty minutes later, Meng Ziqing came out wrapped in a bath towel, wiping her hair and walking barefoot. She turned to look at Qin Yue, who was still lingering in the bathtub, feeling helpless. “Wifey, if you soak any longer, your skin will wrinkle. Aren’t you coming out?”

“Get lost…”

Qin Yue said, her voice slightly hoarse. She sank further down, her tall frame forcefully curled up in the single bathtub.

She submerged half her face in the water, the redness around her eyes not quite faded, and she stared gloomily at the chaotic scene before her.

Inside the steamy bathroom, the women’s clothes lay messily piled in the corner. Toiletries and shampoos were scattered about, bearing a slight look of having endured a storm.

And near the bathroom door, the instigator was leisurely wiping her hair while wondering why Qin Yue was still soaking in the water.

Qin Yue ground her teeth. She didn’t need to look down to know she was covered in marks.

Meng Ziqing usually pretended to be gentle and weak, but in reality, she gave no ground.

Both had a core tendency towards dominance. They enjoyed their daily give-and-take, and even in this matter, they competed without yielding.

Qin Yue recalled the recent events in her mind, feeling a wave of frustration.

She was older than Meng Ziqing and had more life experience, yet in this matter, where she should have also been the guide… she was led by the nose by a younger person.

Qin Yue felt she had lost face.

She had originally pulled Meng Ziqing into the room to regain some face. Instead, she lost not only her face but also her inner dignity.

Qin Yue couldn’t tolerate it.

So, when Meng Ziqing was already wearing an oversized t-shirt and using a rag to clean up the mess she had created earlier, she saw Qin Yue emerge, wrapped in a bath towel, looking indifferent.

She stood quietly by the wall, watching Meng Ziqing clean the sofa and floor, before speaking calmly. “Meng Ziqing, clarify what happened just now.”

“It’s meaningless to leave things so ambiguous.” She was determined today to get a clear answer to Meng Ziqing’s ‘I don’t love her’ statement.

Qin Yue stood with her arms crossed, looking at Meng Ziqing. This was the person she loved, but also the person she didn’t understand.

The ambiguous phase was like this—sweet and alluring, yet also a thorn that pierced the heart.

A thorn of not having a formal title, of not officially confirming the relationship.

Qin Yue hadn’t been wronged by Meng Ziqing seeing others during their ambiguous period, but she often felt unhappy because of Meng Ziqing’s constantly flippant attitude.

“Wifey, what exactly don’t you understand?” Meng Ziqing casually tossed the cleaned-up items into the trash can, looking up at Qin Yue with a puzzled expression.

“Just now…” The words in Qin Yue’s throat rolled around her tongue twice, and she finally chose not to ask directly. “After I called you a liar.”

Were you telling the truth, or were you confessing?

“Oh, that.” Meng Ziqing seemed to understand, but she shifted the topic to an earlier time. “Before talking about that, there’s something I don’t understand, too.”

She frowned, looking at Qin Yue’s elbow, where a faint circle of redness from the spilled coffee remained. “I don’t think it was necessary to use a self-damaging method like that just to get rid of that group of photographers and be alone with me.”

“There are a lot of things you think aren’t necessary.” Hearing this, Qin Yue remembered their argument from last night, and a surge of unwarranted anger flared up. Her previously calm and rational tone changed, carrying a hint of frustration. “You think everything is unnecessary.”

“This kind of thing isn’t necessary, and you going off to get kidnapped without telling me is also unnecessary.”

“For you, what is necessary?” she challenged.

Having the old score brought up, Meng Ziqing instinctively frowned and looked away. She was slightly irritated by this. “I told you then that I didn’t have a chance to tell you.”

“Besides, the situation was urgent. I knew the earring had a tracker, and you would come back for me. Nothing would happen to me.”

“It was the same for me just now,” Qin Yue’s heart was enraged by Meng Ziqing’s thick-skinned attitude of not acknowledging her fault. “My situation was also urgent, and I knew the coffee wasn’t that hot, so nothing would happen if I spilled it on myself.”

Meng Ziqing was also annoyed. “Can those two things be compared?”

“How are they different? Didn’t you also get quite angry when I spilled coffee on myself?” Qin Yue went straight for the heart of the matter, her expression steady, the words she uttered with her thin lips piercingly accurate.

“Was your anger at that time just an act, too?”

Meng Ziqing was stunned.

“Just like you said calling me wifey was for the show, was your reaction then also for the show? Rushing over so anxiously was for the show, covering me with your coat was for the show, scolding the children was also for the show—everything was for the show, is that right?”

As Qin Yue spoke, she looked up at the ceiling, a slight glimmer appearing in her eyes. Her voice trembled a little. “Meng Ziqing, what were you thinking when I walked toward them holding the coffee?”

“Were you thinking I was too ruthless? Or that it wasn’t worth doing?” She raised her hand to wipe away the tears that were about to fall, just quietly looking at Meng Ziqing.

She still had that cold and refined appearance, but now she was inexplicably sad.

Ultimately, what Qin Yue cared about was Meng Ziqing’s arbitrary decision to get kidnapped months ago without informing her.

Kidnapping was too dangerous; Meng Ziqing shouldn’t have gone.

She can choose not to love Qin Yue, but why doesn’t she love herself either?

Meng Ziqing’s lips moved twice. She opened her mouth several times, but her mind was in chaos, and she truly didn’t know what to say. In the end, only a dry, simple sentence escaped.

“No…”

It wasn’t.

When Qin Yue carried the coffee toward the bratty children, what Meng Ziqing cared about then wasn’t whether Qin Yue’s action was worth it or necessary, but…

That cup of coffee was hot, and she couldn’t let it be spilled on her.