A Top-Tier Green Tea Actress Enters a Dating Reality Show - Chapter 66.1

“Is that so? Is merely catching the butterfly back enough?”

Qin Yue, on the other side of the door, furrowed her cool brow and asked again, unwilling to accept the previous answer.

It was as if she needed to hear the answer she expected in her heart before she could feel slightly better.

Humans are strange like that.

Just moments ago, when Meng Ziqing wasn’t around, she was crying to the CP system about how Meng Ziqing had schemed against her. But now that Meng Ziqing was here, she felt her own fault was even greater.

“The butterfly was the one who did wrong first, so any form of revenge is justified, right?”

Qin Yue was too focused on the question itself, which led to a lack of control over her voice.

The choked tremor hidden beneath her cool voice passed through the door. It was mournful and was finally noticed by Meng Ziqing outside the door.

“Perhaps not enough.”

Meng Ziqing’s ears twitched, and her previously relaxed expression became a little wary.

Was Qin Yue crying inside?

She responded to Qin Yue’s words while quietly reaching up. “If I were very angry, I might give the butterfly a little punishment.”

“Something like locking her in a cage.”

“Just that?”

Qin Yue asked again, for the umpteenth time. She splashed herself with another handful of water, but still couldn’t control her heavy, congested voice. “What kind of punishment is that?”

To the abandoned, capturing and caging the abandoner.

This kind of punishment seemed far too light to Qin Yue.

Qin Yue looked up at herself in the mirror, her eyes wet, her nose red, her cool-white skin radiating a sense of being vulnerable and easily bullied. She saw herself as a pitiful worm.

A pitiful, affected worm.

“I think being locked in a cage is quite a heavy punishment already.”

Meng Ziqing said innocently. She tilted her head up, her long, slender fingers hesitated for a moment, then firmly grasped the bathroom doorknob.

Qin Yue, with her thoughts mostly focused on herself, didn’t notice.

“That’s not a punishment at all,” Qin Yue shook her head in denial. She turned her head to look at the door that the shadow was leaning on, and stubbornly said, “You should take revenge, only then…” It would be right.

Before the word “right” could slip out of her mouth, Qin Yue’s eyes widened slightly.

She heard the door creak open, and watched as it slowly swung inward. Gradually, the scene of Meng Ziqing sitting on the floor behind the door, propping her chin on her hand and looking at her, came into view. “Only then what?”

“Only then…”

Qin Yue couldn’t speak.

The door hadn’t opened slowly, but in this moment, it seemed to slow down considerably in Qin Yue’s eyes. The door opened, casting out a patch of light.

And Meng Ziqing was bathed in that light.

How strange…

It was clearly Qin Yue who was standing under the spotlight, and outside, where Meng Ziqing was, there was only a tiny bit of light from the bedside lamp, which didn’t even reach her.

Yet, Qin Yue felt that it was Meng Ziqing who was sitting in the light.

Pure white light enveloped her, illuminating the clear contours of her brow bone. Her crimson thin lips habitually curled into a faint smile, softening the aloofness in her eyes.

Meng Ziqing propped her head, her eyelids lifting slightly, meeting Qin Yue’s gaze unexpectedly.

That beam of light in the darkness was on Meng Ziqing.

Meng Ziqing’s gaze was on Qin Yue.

“Wife, why don’t you stop crying?” Meng Ziqing called out, sounding uncertain.

Her tears were already unstoppable because of past memories and Meng Ziqing’s overly gentle answer.

Now, seeing Meng Ziqing in person, Qin Yue’s tears rolled down even more, full of grievance.

That’s how people are. When alone, they can hold back their grievances, but they just can’t see someone close to them or receive comfort.

Once they see a close person, they feel secure, find a sense of belonging, and can’t help but cry.

All they want is to pour out their bitterness and cry to the person close to them.

“You… how did you come in?” Qin Yue’s nose was sore, and she sobbed while wiping her tears.

“If I didn’t come in, I was afraid you’d cry your eyes out,” Meng Ziqing said.

Meng Ziqing squinted her eyes for a moment due to the light. When she clearly saw the scene inside, she said helplessly, “Miss Butterfly, why are you crying like this?”

Although she had anticipated the scene in the bathroom, Meng Ziqing was still startled by the actual sight inside.

In the bathroom, Qin Yue had lost her usual calm and cool demeanor. Her eyes were swollen like red peaches, her nose was red, and her thin lips were bitten crimson. The slip dress hung on her, with pale skin that showed a little pink from the cold. She didn’t know how long she had been out, but she looked so pitiful she was practically a rabbit.

“How long have you been out? Why are you so cold?” Meng Ziqing took off her jacket while helping herself up by the door.

“I don’t know…”

Hearing Meng Ziqing ask this, Qin Yue couldn’t hold back anymore.

Tears streamed down her face in front of Meng Ziqing. Her emotions were too unstable, and she no longer had the presence of mind to find an excuse. She could only shake her head and tell her, “I don’t know either.”

“Oh, no, no, no,” Meng Ziqing became anxious seeing Qin Yue’s intensified crying. She quickly ran to Qin Yue’s side to comfort her. “Good girl, good girl, sister, don’t cry, don’t cry.”

The young girl stood on her tiptoes to put her jacket over Qin Yue. She muttered helplessly, “Sister, you’re twenty-seven years old. Crying like a child like this is so embarrassing.”

“Good girl, don’t cry. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

She took Qin Yue’s hand and lightly kissed it, pecking away the salty tears on it bit by bit.

“Wuu—” The more Meng Ziqing did this, the more aggrieved Qin Yue whimpered.

She suddenly hugged Meng Ziqing. Her body trembled, fragile, like a butterfly with gorgeous yet fragile wings.

The butterfly that had flown away, fluttering its dark blue wings, flew back to the cocoon that was originally dusted with glowing wing powder.

Meng Ziqing sighed. With difficulty, under Qin Yue’s force, she raised her arm and placed it on Qin Yue’s back, trying to help her calm down.

Meng Ziqing ultimately regretted it.

If she had known, she shouldn’t have opened the door. Instead, she should have gone to sleep and let Qin Yue process it herself. This way, she wouldn’t have cried so much.

She thought, a little heartbroken.

After a while, Qin Yue’s emotions stabilized slightly.

Meng Ziqing took her hand and led her to sit on the sofa. She let go when Qin Yue showed slight resistance, and went to the mini-fridge to find ice cubes and lozenges. Then, after popping a ‘Golden Throat Lozenge’ into Qin Yue’s mouth, she slowly started to ice-compress Qin Yue’s eyes.

During this process.

It was as if their roles had been reversed.

Qin Yue, who usually played the role of the older sister and took care of Meng Ziqing, was now like a somewhat slow-reacting child, accepting care from Meng Ziqing, the younger sister.

The cool sensation slowly eased the swelling and soreness of her eyes. Qin Yue held the slightly bitter and cool lozenge in her mouth, but couldn’t help but chew and swallow it.

“Hey, hey, hey, ‘Golden Throat Lozenges’ are meant to be sucked, not chewed.”

Meng Ziqing reminded her with narrowed eyes, hearing the crunching sound of chewing.

She unceremoniously pinched Qin Yue’s lean cheek, which was cool and smooth. “Sister, why don’t you follow the doctor’s orders?”

“There’s no doctor here.”

Qin Yue’s mind was clear, but not completely clear.

At least she was much more childish now than usual.

Because she wouldn’t usually say such childish things to Meng Ziqing.

And she wouldn’t sit on the sofa without any proper posture, wanting to wrap her arms around Meng Ziqing’s waist.

These were all actions that Meng Ziqing usually did.

She generally waited for the kitten to take the bait.

“Fine, there’s no doctor here.” Meng Ziqing listened and laughed, nodding helplessly. “It’s good as long as your throat doesn’t hurt.”

“My throat doesn’t hurt,” Qin Yue said. She had been crying silently; her way of crying wasn’t as damaging to the throat as Meng Ziqing’s childlike wailing.

“Hmph, I cared for you for nothing,” Meng Ziqing pouted and moved her waist impatiently, but Qin Yue hugged her even tighter.

The force of Qin Yue’s hug was already strong, making it uncomfortable for Meng Ziqing to sit beside her.

Now, it directly choked Meng Ziqing a little.

Meng Ziqing: …

“Sister, I’ve noticed something about you,” Meng Ziqing said in a muffled voice.

“What is it?”

“You don’t know your own strength.”

Qin Yue: ?

Meng Ziqing stopped talking and simply acted.

She stood up and then straddled Qin Yue’s lap, her hands subconsciously resting on Qin Yue’s shoulders.

Meng Ziqing let out a relaxed sigh. “This is better. You’re not hurting me anymore with your hug.”

Qin Yue’s heart skipped a beat from Meng Ziqing’s movement. Her body suddenly felt heavy, and the large area of clothing contact generated warmth. The chill on her body was driven away by the warmth of the young girl on her.

The comfort made her want to sigh in contentment, and even crave more contact.

A smile crossed Qin Yue’s eyes. She nodded. “Mm, I apologize. I’ll be more careful next time.”

As she said this, her hand rested on Meng Ziqing’s slender waist, and, being insincere, she pulled her closer.

“Hmm? You tricked me.”

Meng Ziqing could easily see the smile in Qin Yue’s eyes due to their posture. She leaned in, their noses touching, her voice carrying an inexplicable laugh. “You deliberately tricked me into sitting on your lap.”

“Wife, you’ve become naughty,” she said.

She tapped her nose against Qin Yue’s nose, the intimacy self-evident.

“When you’re with a little fox, how can you not learn a few tricks?” Qin Yue relaxed and shrugged in response.

Their lips and teeth were too close now. Talking and even breathing could subtly touch the other.

But both of them tacitly avoided taking the next step, choosing instead to enjoy the warmth of the moment.

Meng Ziqing feigned disgust. “Yuck—Wife, are you complimenting me?”

Qin Yue: “Foxes are smart and beautiful, so of course, I’m complimenting you.”

“I don’t believe it,” Meng Ziqing laughed. She rested her head on Qin Yue’s shoulder.

After a while, Meng Ziqing’s voice was faint, yet it sounded a little cool in the dimly lit room.

“Just now, what did you dream about, Miss Butterfly?”

As Meng Ziqing asked, she clearly felt Qin Yue’s body stiffen for a moment.

At this time, changing the subject would be the best decision to avoid awkwardness.

But Meng Ziqing didn’t.

She had already avoided it once on the plane to Tibet, when Qin Yue mentioned dreaming of dying three times.

This time, she didn’t want to avoid it again.

She knew that Qin Yue, like her, must have had a flashback dream tonight, and what she dreamed of was the same as last time—not something good.

Comforting Qin Yue was what she should do, but the questions Qin Yue asked tonight about ‘revenge’ or ‘what to do’ were too sharp.

She had to know what her former self had done to scare Qin Yue into crying like this.

It wouldn’t be that she forced Qin Yue to die with her, would it?

Meng Ziqing thought wildly while looking for medicine and ice-compressing Qin Yue’s eyes. But after much thought, it was better to just ask Qin Yue directly.

“Did I do something bad to you in the dream?”

Seeing Qin Yue purse her lips and remain silent, Meng Ziqing asked in a slightly wronged and muffled tone.

“Wife, I was really scared seeing you cry like that just now,” Meng Ziqing lowered her eyes. “It’s the first time I’ve seen you so broken, and I know it’s because of your dream, because of something the me in the dream did.”

“I’m worried,” she told Qin Yue.

What she said was true, because Qin Yue could feel that as she spoke, the little one’s heart was beating noticeably faster.

They were intimately close, and she could feel the change in the other person’s heartbeat.

Qin Yue was silent for a moment. Her tightly pursed lips finally opened hesitantly. “I don’t want to tell you.”

“Hmm? Why?” Meng Ziqing perked up, her little cheeks puffed out.

“I just told you what I dreamt. As a courtesy, you should tell me too,” she frowned.

The little girl on her frowned tightly. Her slender hands clenched the fabric on her shoulder, trying to put a little pressure on her, showing a strangely cute demeanor.

“But you also said you told me yourself.”

Qin Yue’s tense heart relaxed a little because of Meng Ziqing’s cute appearance. She chuckled. “You voluntarily told me; it has nothing to do with me.”

“It’s precisely because I voluntarily and actively told you that I didn’t force you to tell me actively,” Meng Ziqing subconsciously retorted.

“I asked actively.”

This person… would find a reason even if there was none.

Only her mouth was good at arguing.

“Then according to you, it’s because you actively told me, so me not actively telling you isn’t a fault.”

Qin Yue laughed in rebuttal, and the gloom in her heart dissipated. “So you came to actively ask me, and when you actively ask me, I should obediently tell you, is that it?”

“Yes…”

Meng Ziqing nodded. She poked Qin Yue’s soft cleavage, forcing a mischievous smile with her bunny teeth. “As a courtesy, wife, you must know the rules.”

“Information exchange, that’s the rule, got it?”

“Pfft—” Qin Yue couldn’t hold back her smile completely. She held Meng Ziqing’s hand and reluctantly gave in. “Fine, fine, I understand the rules.”

“Good, wife…”

Hearing Qin Yue say this, Meng Ziqing put away her domineering attitude. She sat up like a puppy, her pure black and bright eyes full of expectation, reflecting Qin Yue’s figure wholeheartedly.