A Top-Tier Green Tea Actress Enters a Dating Reality Show - Chapter 7

“Eh?”

This inner voice appeared too suddenly.

It was like an arrow shot from a bow, chua-ing right into Meng Ziqing’s heart, startling her eyes with a rare look of astonishment.

She was somewhat stunned, frozen for a moment.

“What… what?”

Meng Ziqing suspected she was hallucinating, her head swimming.

The overwhelming experience of transmigrating and reading minds in one day had caused illusions to surface in her mind.

What did she just hear?

She actually heard Qin Yue say, Want to try kissing her again.

How was that possible?

Meng Ziqing fiercely shook her head inwardly. This was impossible.

Qin Yue was the most supreme, aloof, and unattainable white… in this book.

Want to kiss her again.

Qin Yue’s sapphire-like blue eyes lowered, staring motionlessly at Meng Ziqing’s lips. The inner voice sounded again in Meng Ziqing’s mind, as if confirming itself.

The moonlight?

“We need to resolve the issue that just occurred in the living room.”

Qin Yue thought Meng Ziqing hadn’t heard clearly. She shifted her gaze from Meng Ziqing’s lips and repeated, “You kissed me, so you are obligated to compensate me.”

“Oh…”

Meng Ziqing pursed her lips, reluctantly turning her head slightly. Her mind was utterly bursting—literally exploding.

“You are unwilling?”

The elbow of the hand Qin Yue used to prop herself against the wall revealed beautiful, taut muscles, conveying a sense of strength. Her slightly lowered blue eyes deepened in color, tinged with a hint of melancholy.

It was like a deep, dark ocean capable of sweeping and swallowing all living things.

Her cool voice dropped, carrying a question, “Why?”

Currently, Meng Ziqing was cornered wall-pinned and half-embraced by Qin Yue, close enough for their breaths to mingle.

And now, Qin Yue moved a little closer to her. A cool fragrance, accompanied by warm breath, enveloped Meng Ziqing.

Qin Yue herself was as aloof as the moon, and as the CEO of a high-end company, the imposing aura of a person in power was immediately stifling when slightly revealed.

“I am willing…”

Meng Ziqing shrunk back against the wall behind her again. Realizing there was no retreat, she gently pushed Qin Yue but couldn’t move her.

She said with difficulty, “Sister, please step back a little first.”

“It’s too close…”

It really was too close.

She was a green tea.

But she had also been single mother-born solo for over twenty years.

Facing a situation like this, she…

She truly couldn’t handle it at all.

“Close?”

Qin Yue did not obey and step back. Instead, she leaned down even closer.

She put one hand around Meng Ziqing’s waist and rested her chin on the crook of her neck.

Her tone was innocent, “But just now in the living room, our distance was closer than this.”

“Just now, we were much, much closer than we are now.”

Qin Yue turned her head and repeated, meeting Meng Ziqing’s eyes. With their breathing, their lips were almost touching, close yet separate.

Meng Ziqing’s breath hitched.

The hand placed on her waist, the breath on her neck, the cool fragrance around her nose, and the extremely close, aloof beautiful face…

The beautiful woman’s cool temperament was intertwined with a decadent lust, utterly enchanting.

Meng Ziqing swallowed and shook her head, trying to suppress the desire that surged in her heart.

Qin Yue didn’t dislike her touch.

But she couldn’t push it further right now…

If I kissed her now, would she cry?

She would probably look very beautiful crying.

Qin Yue’s cold voice sounded in her mind. The innocent and detached tone startled Meng Ziqing.

“No!”

Meng Ziqing closed her eyes and turned her head away, pushing Qin Yue with force.

She shoved her shoulders, “Let’s talk properly! Don’t be so close!”

Qin Yue obediently released her and moved away.

Meng Ziqing seized the opportunity and took several steps away from her.

This time, a hint of confusion surfaced beneath Qin Yue’s clear eyes.

“Why are you hiding?” Qin Yue looked down at her.

She pressed on, “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

“Flashing and hiding now doesn’t seem like you at all,” Qin Yue exposed Meng Ziqing’s green tea facade with a sharp remark.

Qin Yue was not an idiot.

She had lived for almost thirty years, dominated the workplace for years, and had an extremely quick reaction time.

Before, in the supermarket, she was momentarily confused by Meng Ziqing’s face, which was too much to her liking. This led to the courtesy kiss and the tacit permission for her to get close.

Which resulted in the accident of being forcefully kissed later.

But when she returned upstairs alone, she had time to think for herself and quickly realized that she had been targeted as prey by Meng Ziqing.

Everything Meng Ziqing did in front of the camera was a disguise.

She was a bad kid who pretended to be obedient to gain benefits.

Sweetly smiling, but with sharp little fangs hidden underneath.

An excellent hunter disguised as innocent prey.

Qin Yue didn’t dislike this kind of ‘kid’, she even felt a little fondness.

She could play along with Meng Ziqing.

However, since Meng Ziqing dared to set her sights on her, she must show some sincerity and ability.

“Whether it seems like me or not, it’s still me.”

Meng Ziqing countered her, “Sister, aren’t you the same?”

“Aloof in front of people, ignoring everyone, but actually a petty and vengeful person behind the scenes?” Meng Ziqing rested her chin on her hand and said languidly.

Qin Yue tidied her wrinkled clothes and said faintly, “Scorpios being vengeful is normal.”

Why did she believe in horoscopes?

The words Meng Ziqing wanted to say next got stuck in her throat. Her fragmented worldview collapsed once again.

“Oh…”

Meng Ziqing was a little amused, almost laughing.

With this interruption from Qin Yue, her anger was instantly diffused, like a punch landing on cotton, silently dissipating.

“It was impulsive of me to kiss you just now, Sister. So, how do you want to handle it now?”

Meng Ziqing walked past Qin Yue and sat on the sofa. With her arms crossed and her long legs elegantly crossed, she smiled as she looked at Qin Yue, her eyes completely free of guilt.

“Pfft—”

Qin Yue covered her lips with her knuckle, and a chuckle escaped.

In Qin Yue’s eyes, this was like a little kitten, baring its claws—tiny pink paws—in a display of fierceness.

Not scary, but rather cute.

So cute.

Hearing Qin Yue’s inner voice, Meng Ziqing’s face darkened, and her clenched fist trembled.

She was being completely looked down upon…

“Turn off the mind-reading,” Meng Ziqing commanded the CP system angrily. Out of sight, out of mind. She didn’t want to listen anymore.

The CP system couldn’t hear the mind-reading content and was utterly confused by its host’s mood, but it obediently turned the mind-reading off.

With the mind-reading gone, a huge weight lifted from Meng Ziqing’s heart.

She cleared her throat, facing Qin Yue, who was sitting across from her, with a serious expression.

“You kissed me, so you are obligated to apologize and compensate me.”

Qin Yue spoke unhurriedly and lightly.

“What do you want?”

Meng Ziqing stared at her cautiously, “Anything against the law or something that’s too difficult, I won’t do.”

“It’s not difficult…”

Qin Yue stood up, “I never make things difficult for people.”

“Is that so?”

“Little one, having ambition is a good thing, but when you want to gain certain things, show some sincerity and ambition.”

Qin Yue lightly tapped her nose, then turned elegantly and went into the bathroom.

Meng Ziqing was briefly stunned by the tap, then immediately realized.

Wasn’t Qin Yue saying that if she wanted to build a good relationship with her, she had to take a serious attitude?

She was despising her playful mindset.

Meng Ziqing lowered her head and laughed, covering her forehead. She was actually found out.

An older sister is an older sister, indeed.

Meng Ziqing didn’t know who she was reminded of. Her smile faded, and her voice was almost a lament.

“Sister… she really is an older sister.”

The sound of trickling water coming from the bathroom brought Meng Ziqing back to her senses.

Meng Ziqing turned her head and looked at the bathroom door.

The door, like transparent glass, reflected water marks and a blurry silhouette, creating a sea-mist-like fantasy. Beneath the sea mist was a mesmerizing siren.

A fake-serious, petty ghost.

She glared at the door, as if glaring at certain people.

What cute sister?

Not cute at all.