A Top-Tier Green Tea Actress Enters a Dating Reality Show - Chapter 9

The next day, a gentle breeze billowed the curtains into soft arcs. Sunlight, filtering through the lush green leaves outside the window, dappled the bed in playful, shifting spots of light.

The small lump on the bed stirred.

Meng Ziqing hummed, her arm holding the quilt twitched, and she slowly opened her sleepy eyes as she turned over.

She propped herself up and sat by the edge of the bed. The large room was quietly empty, and the bed opposite, which belonged to Qin Yue, was so neatly made that it didn’t have a single wrinkle, as if no one had slept in it at all.

Meng Ziqing withdrew her gaze and turned her attention to the half-closed window, which vaguely reflected the appearance of the girl who had just woken up.

Her beautiful, delicate face held a hint of lazy abandon. She leaned back, supporting herself with her hands on the bed. Her romantic, black, curly hair was loosely scattered over her pale shoulders. A pair of straight, lovely legs were idly crossed as she stared out the window, lost in thought.

A few more minutes passed.

Meng Ziqing casually scratched her hair and asked, her voice still a little hoarse, “System, was the window like this yesterday? I remember opening it all the way because I felt hot.”

The CP system shook its head. No, it wasn’t. Qin Yue closed it last night.

“Oh. When did she leave?”

Meng Ziqing glanced at the clean, tidy bed opposite, then at her own messy one, and yawned indifferently. “She must be a light sleeper; she didn’t wake me up. I haven’t slept this soundly in ages.”

Meng Ziqing rubbed her eyes and stretched, feeling completely refreshed.

Before transmigrating, Meng Ziqing was also a designer. She was the kind who would wear exquisite makeup and stilettos during the day and still manage to rush out eight proposals for her clients at night.

Meng Ziqing was strong-willed and relentless. She worked hard and earned a lot. In three years, she went from being a penniless graduate to a wealthy woman with a house, a car, and savings.

But before she could spend the money, she died suddenly and transmigrated into a book.

To avoid repeating the same mistake, Meng Ziqing decided to adopt a healthy lifestyle.

Smoking and drinking were fine, but she had to get more sleep.

In summary, the four points were: read more books and newspapers, eat fewer snacks, and sleep more.

As for health-preserving goji berry tea and expert advice… she decided against it.

Those experts died even earlier than her parents, who passed away in a car accident.

Meng Ziqing shook her head in denial while pouring herself a glass of water.

“Qin Yue left an hour and a half ago. She’s on her way back from her morning run now.”

The CP system floated over and answered honestly, not concealing anything from its host.

“Also, Qin Yue didn’t make the bed. Didn’t you pull her onto the bed to sleep with you last night, Host?” It was confused by the host’s question.

“Pfft— Cough! Cough!”

Meng Ziqing choked immediately, coughing while clutching her chest. She raised her incredulous eyes. “What did you say? I pulled her to sleep with me? How is that possible?!”

“It’s true, Host. You pulled her onto the bed to sleep with you when she came out of the shower last night.” The small light orb of the CP system flickered.

It dropped a bombshell: “Look, I even have a video record of last night.”

As it spoke, a video of the scene from last night floated into Meng Ziqing’s mind.

The 4K ultra-clear footage was presented to Meng Ziqing with perfect clarity and excruciating detail.

“Pretty JieJie, let’s sleep together.”

“I want to sleep with you.”

“Pretty JieJie, let’s cuddle. I love the way you smell.”

“I like cuddling with JieJie.”

“JieJie, will you cuddle with me every day?”

In her mind, the girl with the long, curly hair on the bed was snuggling against the cool-eyed woman.

She clung to the woman, cooing and acting spoiled, her voice as sweet as taffy.

Finally, the woman, unable to resist her persistent clinging, had no choice but to hug her back. The two slept side-by-side, nestled together.

The faint moonlight scattered upon them, and they embraced in an intimate sleep, silently forming a quiet and mysterious picture.

The scene was very beautiful. If Meng Ziqing had seen it before, she might have even used it as a computer wallpaper.

But the premise was—Meng Ziqing was not the protagonist herself.

Meng Ziqing covered her face and lowered her head, turning bright red like a tomato.

What in the world was this?

She had transmigrated, but this sleepwalking habit had followed her here, too.

Meng Ziqing spent a lot of time upstairs doing some mental preparation.

Only then did she muster the courage to go downstairs for breakfast.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the other guests were sitting around in the living room, but Qin Yue wasn’t among them.

Looking further ahead, she noticed something like a live broadcast.

Live broadcast?

A piece of the plot quickly flashed through Meng Ziqing’s mind, and she immediately remembered that this was an important warm-up before the show was officially aired.

Unlike other dating reality shows, Ninety Days of Love had a long run-time. To ensure high viewership when the show aired on the satellite channel, it adopted a semi-filmed, semi-live broadcast format.

Outside of their resting time at night, viewers could enter the live stream at any time to watch the guests’ every move.

No one could maintain a perfect, flawless facade for three months.

The production team wanted the guests to be authentic; that was what generated discussion.

Meng Ziqing walked over, greeted the live stream, and sat down, watching the constantly scrolling comments to try and soothe her heart, which was beating faster than usual.

The quality of this show is so high this time. CEO Gu and Movie King Wen Siliang are both here. Total diamond bachelors.

The female guests are also good; their looks are gorgeous.

I feel like Female Guest 2 and Male Guest 1 know each other. Their interactions are more familiar than anyone else’s.

Friends becoming lovers? I love it!

The Female Guest 3 just now was so elegant; she was a stunning sight! And she’s a wedding dress designer, how romantic…

Didn’t they say four men and four women? Why is one missing?

Seeing this comment, Meng Ziqing naturally replied, “Sister Qin went for a morning run; she’ll be back soon.”

Speak of the devil, no sooner had Meng Ziqing spoken than Qin Yue, looking slightly sweaty, pushed the door open and walked in.

“She’s here…”

Gu Yang said, standing up and walking forward with a towel he had prepared, offering it eagerly, “Qin Yue, wipe…”

Before he could finish, Qin Yue walked past him, ignoring him completely, and headed straight to Meng Ziqing on the sofa.

“Did you sleep well?”

Her question was simple, but in front of the live camera, she leaned down and gave Meng Ziqing a kiss on the cheek.

On the very first morning of the show’s live broadcast, she gave the audience a stimulating, free-of-charge sight.

Meng Ziqing, who had been kissed, her eyes slightly wide, pulled Qin Yue close and warned her in a low voice due to the camera, “Qin Yue!”

“Today’s share of cuddles,” Qin Yue stated seriously with her cool, clear face.

“What are you two doing?” Gu Yang asked through clenched teeth, his face dark, his hand gripping the towel shaking incessantly.

“A peck on the cheek…”

Qin Yue answered as if it were the most natural thing in the world. She patted Meng Ziqing’s shoulder. “I promised her I’d cuddle with her every day.”

“Because she likes it.”

Saying this, Qin Yue pecked Meng Ziqing again.

And Meng Ziqing clearly saw the amusement in Qin Yue’s eyes.

She did that on purpose!

Meng Ziqing subconsciously glanced at the live stream, which showed a surging increase in viewers and comments that had nearly turned the screen black.