A Top-Tier Green Tea Actress Enters a Dating Reality Show - Chapter 66.2

“You change faces faster than a Peking Opera performer,” Qin Yue felt a strange tickle from Meng Ziqing’s sudden shift and shook her head helplessly in her heart.

But it had to be said that all of Meng Ziqing’s actions hit Qin Yue’s sweet spot.

Every move was perfectly targeted.

Qin Yue organized her words. Then, her cool feminine voice faintly echoed in the empty room. “I had a very terrifying nightmare just now.”

“Did I bully you in the dream?” Meng Ziqing’s eyes flickered with confusion, and she was unusually a little nervous.

“No…” Qin Yue shook her head. Her eyes held a deep meaning as she looked at her lover, who had yet to recover her memories, and corrected her wording. “It was me receiving my retribution.”

Meng Ziqing frowned: ?

Her feminine voice was slow but carried a hint of sadness. “Just like you dreamt, the butterfly was very bad. She unilaterally captured something else and made it her cocoon. Afterward, according to the plot’s development, I abandoned the cocoon after I healed myself…”

“And then…”

“And then, that wasn’t the end. After the butterfly flew back once, the cocoon had already emerged as a fully hatched butterfly. Its wings were beautiful and glistening with light. The butterfly couldn’t resist the temptation and came before the cocoon-hatched butterfly again, and then she led her…”

“Into one death cycle after another.”

“Finally, the butterfly received retribution. It was revenge from the cocoon-butterfly. On a very important day for them, she planned a very beautiful death scene.”

Qin Yue described the scene to Meng Ziqing.

“There were dazzling, sky-high burning flames, beautiful, pleasant music, and various insects weeping sadly over the death of the cocoon-butterfly.”

“In terms of aesthetics, the death of the cocoon-butterfly was grand and romantic. This was the wedding gift she gave the butterfly,” Qin Yue said.

Meng Ziqing listened in silence. She wiped Qin Yue’s tears, but her focus was on—

“Qin Yue, we got married, you really became my wife, my spouse?”

Calling her ‘wife’ was initially a casual tease. After all, she liked and even loved Qin Yue now, but the future was still a mystery. She expected them to date, but Meng Ziqing hadn’t expected them to actually get married in the end.

The person you love, the person you have gone through three lifetimes with, tells you that you were married before.

It… suddenly made her look forward to what’s next.

Look forward to the rest of their lives.

Marriage, and marrying Qin Yue, how could that not be a happy thing?

“Wife!” Meng Ziqing shouted loudly.

“All you do is interrupt.”

Qin Yue turned her head away, a rare hint of embarrassment in her eyes. Meng Ziqing’s interruption naturally dissolved her original sadness.

Not only did it dissipate, but she was also a little annoyed at Meng Ziqing.

She was so sad, yet Meng Ziqing’s focus was on them getting married.

They got married in the third arc; it wasn’t like they wouldn’t get married in this one. Why be so excited?

“Wife, did we get married in your dream or not?” Meng Ziqing turned her face back and asked seriously.

“Oh, we did, we did,” Qin Yue impatiently pushed Meng Ziqing down. There was nothing on her cool face, but her ears were a little red. “It’s just getting married. What’s there to be so excited about?”

“This time, Meng Ziqing can’t be involved in the wedding. It has to be completely Western-style. I’ll handle everything myself. Absolutely no involvement from Meng Ziqing! Just in case she causes any more trouble.” Qin Yue thought distractedly.

Meng Ziqing’s interruption was helpful after all. At least Qin Yue naturally shifted her focus from Meng Ziqing’s deliberate revenge in the third arc to how they should get married in the future.

“Of course, I’m excited,” Meng Ziqing said as a matter of course, feeling relieved when she noticed Qin Yue’s emotions had calmed down.

She wrapped her arms around Qin Yue’s neck and held her close. Her voice carried an unspoken anticipation and yearning. “After getting married, we’ll become a family, legally.”

“I’ll have the legal right to be responsible for you, and you for me.”

“We’ll live together, adopt a few cat-pigs. My family’s company isn’t far from RY, so we can buy a house slightly closer to one of the companies. That way, we can commute together every day. You can pick me up, or I can pick you up.”

Meng Ziqing, the filial daughter, not only thought of them but also of their parents.

“My dad and your parents are all nice. They can live closer, and we’ll live closer too. If we don’t want to eat out or cook at home, we can go crash at their place for a meal. That way, we can strengthen the relationship between both families.”

“When they’re free, we can encourage them to travel. The older people are, the more they should experience new things and keep their old bodies active.”

“And we’ll plan trips together, slowly seeing and walking through one place after another.”

“This way, we’ll support each other until we grow old, until the world has changed completely, until we’re at the age where we can brag to our grandchildren under a tree in the courtyard about how amazing Grandma used to be.”

“That sounds wonderful,” she said.

The more Meng Ziqing spoke, the brighter her eyes became. Her fair cheeks were slightly flushed with excitement. Her soft, romantic, dark curly hair was draped over her shoulders. The late moonlight was hazy, flowing like a thin veil, covering her whole body with tiny scattered lights, making her look like a semi-ripe peach, still a little green, but already possessing an alluring fragrance.

Qin Yue remained silent for a long time.

When Meng Ziqing lowered her head to respond, she found that Qin Yue was staring at her, completely lost in thought.

Perhaps Meng Ziqing’s vision was too beautiful.

Or perhaps Meng Ziqing, with her hopeful look for the future, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes sparkling like a little peach, was too adorable. It might also be a combination of both reasons.

In any case, Qin Yue’s heart was thumping fiercely.

Her throat was also terribly parched.

Because she was with the person she loved, building a future with the person she loved.

This moment was so beautiful that it gave her an impulse.

She had an urge to pluck this chattering peach off her body and take a couple of bites to quench her thirst.

Meng Ziqing’s thoughts were so beautiful, so good that Qin Yue desired them.

“Wife—?”

Meng Ziqing waved her hand in front of Qin Yue’s eyes, teasing her. “Although I know your wife is especially beautiful, if you keep staring at me with those eyes, wife, I’ll get shy.”

She pretended to be shy and covered half her face with her hand.

Meng Ziqing had just started to cover her face when Qin Yue grabbed her hand.

Perhaps fingers that are long are easier to get cold. Her slightly cool fingertips were held in Meng Ziqing’s palm, gently stroking, bringing a subtle, itching sensation.

It was tingling and a little mesmerizing.

“It’s precisely because my wife is so beautiful that I can’t help but look more,” Qin Yue replied faintly, lifting her eyelids. She made no attempt to hide the burning, thick desire in her eyes. Her hand moved further, grabbing Meng Ziqing’s arm, and she kissed her fingertips.

“Don’t you think that’s true, wife?”

Her fingertips sank into a patch of moist warmth. Meng Ziqing was seared by the heat in Qin Yue’s eyes and instantly understood what Qin Yue wanted.

She swallowed cautiously and responded hesitantly, “Seems… perhaps… maybe?”

Meng Ziqing subconsciously glanced at the clock with her peripheral vision.

It was pitch black. Even if her eyes were adjusted to the darkness, she couldn’t see distant objects very clearly.

Meng Ziqing could only vaguely make out a little with the faint moonlight.

Her scalp went numb.

The hour hand seemed to point to three, or maybe four?

But regardless of whether it was three or four, now was not a good time.

“Sister, we have filming tomorrow,” Meng Ziqing refused tactfully, her voice trembling slightly.

She knew what Qin Yue was like.

Meng Ziqing was not heavily sensual, but Qin Yue had a slight tendency toward it.

Their usual kissing and cuddling didn’t count. The actual times were only a few, and after those few times, there wasn’t a single one where Meng Ziqing didn’t want to intensify her workouts.

The difference between twenty years of training and a few months of training was like the difference between heaven and earth.

Qin Yue had good stamina, so good that it drove Meng Ziqing crazy.

And Qin Yue wasn’t just good at stamina; unlike others who got weaker, she got more energetic towards the end.

“We still have a few hours until dawn. Let’s rest for a while more during this time,” Meng Ziqing rubbed against Qin Yue’s hand, acting spoiled, like a kitten trying to confuse its enemy and escape.

“Oh, is that so?” Qin Yue heard Meng Ziqing’s words, but the movement of her hand didn’t stop.

She explored Meng Ziqing’s body bit by bit, slowly, and with keen interest.

Meng Ziqing bit her lip hard, enduring without making a sound.

Qin Yue felt Meng Ziqing’s dangerously slender waist. She listened to the gradually heavier and more rapid breathing in her ear and said unhurriedly, “Really?”

“Wife, are you sure you want to rest?”

The scorching breath made Meng Ziqing instinctively shiver. The indifferent voice sounded beside her ear, seemingly without emotional fluctuation, but it was surprisingly more stimulating.

Meng Ziqing trembled and took a deep breath, nodding with firm resolve. “Yes, rest. Let me down—Ah!”

Before she could finish her sentence, Qin Yue’s hand “accidentally” touched a sensitive spot again.

“My apologies, wife. I meant to put you down just now, but I didn’t pay attention to the location,” Qin Yue apologized insincerely.

“Damn it, Qin Yue, you’re going too far,” Meng Ziqing couldn’t help but curse with a tearful voice.

She wasn’t crying from being wronged, but purely from stimulation.

“How so? I will never bully you.” Qin Yue touched Meng Ziqing’s lips, couldn’t resist licking them wet, and invited her again, “Wife, the butterfly bullied the cocoon so much, don’t you want to teach her a lesson?”

“A lesson, so I can suffer another lesson in bed?”

Meng Ziqing struggled to answer her while trying to dodge.

“Why would I make you suffer?” Qin Yue was very talented in this regard and was already comfortable. “I’ll suffer…”

“I’ll take whatever you have.”

“The butterfly did wrong. She should suffer more, shouldn’t she?” Qin Yue gently pressed her forehead against Meng Ziqing’s. Her eyes were deep, like an ocean that could drag everything into its depths to drown. She licked Meng Ziqing’s lips. “Wife, do you really not want to?”

Meng Ziqing was close to breaking down. She cried out, “You damn… not on the sofa.”

“But we haven’t tried the sofa yet,” Qin Yue blinked innocently, eager to try. “The places we haven’t tried will be more exciting, right?”

“Go away…” Meng Ziqing whimpered. She cried and demanded, “I want to be on top.”

“You are on top right now.”

“B*llsh*t. Why do you get to top me when you’re the one who made a mistake?” Meng Ziqing didn’t wipe her tears, hiccuping as she said, “I can top you, you can’t top me.”

Qin Yue held back her laughter, desperately holding it in. She nodded. “Okay, you top me.”

“You come and top me. Top me until I cry.”

The next day, due to the rain the previous night, the morning air carried a thick scent of green grass. The trees along the road were vividly green and fresh. The clear blue sky was vast and cloudless, making people feel relaxed and comfortable.

Several off-road vehicles drove on the paved road, heading towards a hotel in the distance.

Upon arrival, Su An’an and the other guests and reality show staff got off the cars. The Tibet trip was ending in one day and one night, so they decided to spend it in Lulang.

Post-production editing would resolve the issue of the different hotels. In the final broadcast of the show, the guests would simply head straight to Lulang after completing their secret mission.

When Su An’an and her group arrived at the hotel lobby, Meng Ziqing and Qin Yue were already waiting for them—they needed to reshoot a minute or two of the check-in scene.

Su An’an’s eyes widened when she saw Meng Ziqing while pulling her luggage. She hesitated, “Meng Ziqing, did you go steal a chicken yesterday?”

Her eyes looked a little dull, and what’s worse, those huge dark circles were only seventy to eighty percent covered by foundation. Given Meng Ziqing’s personality, which placed a high value on looking good, this was definitely the result of her best effort to cover them up.

Su An’an had experienced Meng Ziqing’s makeup skills in college; Meng Ziqing had a lot of acne scars that were covered up completely in just a few minutes.

For dark circles that even Meng Ziqing’s makeup skills couldn’t cover, how bad must the actual situation be?

Meng Ziqing glanced at Su An’an coolly and didn’t answer.

She wasn’t even going to retort?

Su An’an found this novel and her curiosity was piqued. She looked her over, and when she saw Meng Ziqing’s hand, a possibility popped into her mind. So, she sneakily moved closer to Meng Ziqing.

She asked in a low, amused voice, “Oh dear, why does Fairy Meng have a plaster on her hand?”

Meng Ziqing’s body stiffened. She turned her head silently and stared at her expressionlessly.

She stared for twenty seconds, making Su An’an feel a little creeped out.

Just as Su An’an was about to speak and break the atmosphere, Meng Ziqing suddenly sneered at her.

“Pfft—”

After finishing her laugh, Meng Ziqing walked away gracefully without looking back.

Su An’an stood frozen in place for a second, then instantly became furious: ?!

A chill ran up her spine, and Su An’an felt a little uneasy.

What does this Green Tea Meng Ziqing mean?!

Why did she laugh at me?!

Could it be that something is wrong with me today?

Su An’an quickly lowered her head and checked all her clothing, outfit, and accessories to see if anything was amiss.

If nothing was wrong, why would Meng Ziqing laugh at her!

Su An’an had been hostile to Meng Ziqing for so long that any slight abnormality from Meng Ziqing would make her habitually look for a reason.

But as she checked herself, Su An’an realized.

“Damn it, that Green Tea was deliberately messing with me,” Su An’an thought numbly.

Meng Ziqing, who heard the expected voice in her mind, turned back leisurely, happily flexing her sore and aching hand, muttering to herself.

“You want to see me make a fool of myself? You need to check if you’re skilled enough first.”