Achieving A Happy Ending With The Tragic Female Lead [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 21

Su Mi’s pupils dilated suddenly. Before the other party could make another move, she turned her face away in a panic. Lying on her side, she held the person with one arm while trying to block the encroaching Wanqi Yue with the other, resulting in a somewhat awkward posture.

However, Wanqi Yue was not about to let her off so easily. Frowning, she pressed closer, breaking through that non-threatening line of defense. She rested her soft cheek against Su Mi’s neck, rubbing gently twice, a faint murmur humming from her nose.

It sounded like satisfaction, yet also like a declaration of victory.

The exhaled breath settled quietly on the skin of Su Mi’s neck, as if covered by an indelible layer of humidity.

Su Mi moved back half an inch, her voice slightly low and stern: “Junior Sister!” There was a hint of warning in her tone.

Hearing Su Mi’s voice, Wanqi Yue’s eyelashes flickered slightly. But like a lost butterfly that had finally found its resting place, she followed the sound and leaned in again, completely unafraid.

“…Senior Sister,” Wanqi Yue murmured as if talking in her sleep, reaching out blindly. “I… I feel uncomfortable.”

Su Mi, who had intended to dodge, stopped her movements upon hearing this. This allowed Wanqi Yue to successfully grab hold of the person she had been longing for.

“Where is it uncomfortable?” Su Mi turned her face, propping up her upper body slightly to look at Wanqi Yue beside her.

Wanqi Yue was still clutching Su Mi’s sash. Without hesitation, she followed the movement, pressing her forehead against Su Mi’s chest, making her bangs a bit messy.

Su Mi looked down at her. The hazy moonlight outlined half of her cold, elegant face. Her long, half-draped hair slid slowly from her shoulder like black silk, tracing the undulating silhouette of her figure.

Wanqi Yue was not sleeping soundly. Her ruddy lips were slightly parted, and her eyeballs moved gently under her closed lids. After a while, she pulled back a little, her brow furrowing again as if she were in pain.

The more uncomfortable she felt, the more she wanted to be near Su Mi. Eventually, perhaps because the pain became too intense, she opened her mouth as if to bite her own lower lip.

Before Su Mi could react, she reached out and cradled the girl’s cheek, placing her finger between Wanqi Yue’s teeth. She felt the sharp sting of the bite.

Sensing something, Wanqi Yue finally fluttered her eyelashes open in her stupor, like a butterfly spreading its wings, revealing those ink-black, bright eyes. Her slender, pale hands still tightly gripped the sash at Su Mi’s waist.

“Senior Sister…” Because she was biting a finger, her voice was muffled and slurred, the elongated tail of her words carrying a sense of unconscious dependence.

“Mm.” Su Mi’s slender fingers helped tuck away the stray hairs falling across the bridge of Wanqi Yue’s nose. The breath puffing against her fingertips carried heat and moisture.

And then there were the lips she accidentally touched soft and warm inevitably bringing back memories of the previous “accident.”

Seeing that Wanqi Yue’s distress wasn’t faked, Su Mi wondered if she should call Qiao Wuyu to take a look.

Was it the wound?

While she was thinking, her fingertip brushed against a warm, wet softness. Without Su Mi even initiating contact, it curled around her finger, drawing it in.

As if startled, Su Mi quickly withdrew her finger from the teeth. But her heart pounded wildly, and the cool, damp sensation remained on her fingertip, refusing to fade.

Yet, Wanqi Yue pursed her lips with a hint of reluctance, a flash of pink darting by. Her open eyes were vacant, as if she had no idea what she had just done, calling out innocently: “Senior Sister?”

She recognized the person, but it was impossible to tell if she was conscious or dazed.

Su Mi’s breathing grew deep and long, as if she were trying to suppress an impulse rushing through her limbs. The tightening of her jawline made the tendons on the back of the hand bracing her body slightly prominent.

She let out a long breath and silently reached out, hovering her hand over the wound on Wanqi Yue’s back before finally letting it land.

Having checked the wounds on her back several times, Su Mi knew their positions by heart, she could find them accurately even in the dark.

The clothes Wanqi Yue wore were thin. Her body heat transferred through the fabric to Su Mi’s fingertips, and she could clearly sense that the slightly uneven scars beneath the cloth felt warmer than the surrounding skin.

Su Mi’s expression darkened slightly. Her fingertips rubbed and checked the wound. Sending her cool spiritual power into the area, she asked in a flattened voice, “Is the wound bothering you?”

“Ugh…” As Su Mi’s spiritual power circulated, Wanqi Yue felt the itching and swelling pain in her back gradually dissipate. Her brow smoothed out, and she closed her eyes again, no longer appearing restless or in pain.

Her red lips remained slightly parted, a completely defenseless sleeping face.

Inside the room, the moon cast flickering shadows. Su Mi’s propped-up body blocked most of the light, making the space within the bed curtains dark and private.

Su Mi’s gaze moved inch by inch from the girl’s forehead, finally stopping at those lips. The fingers resting on the girl’s back unconsciously applied a bit more pressure, causing Wanqi Yue to burrow further into her arms.

Finally having calmed the girl, Su Mi heaved a sigh of relief. But as she prepared to get up, she realized her sash was still in the girl’s hand. Whenever she tried to take it away, a look of unease would reappear on Wanqi Yue’s face.

Su Mi had no choice but to give up, leaving the sash in her grip. But staying like this wasn’t a long-term solution.

Her gaze landed on Wanqi Yue’s waist.

During the various frictions earlier, Wanqi Yue’s own sash had become precarious, now loosely wrapped with only a single knot remaining.

Su Mi paused for a moment, then leaned over to touch the sash. However, the moment she let go of the hand guarding her own waist, her unrestrained clothes became loose.

The last knot Wanqi Yue tied seemed difficult to undo. Su Mi frowned and moved closer, her body looming over the girl as she lowered her eyes to carefully untie it.

The drowsy Wanqi Yue felt the person beside her move away, followed by a slight tugging sensation at her waist.

She opened her eyes in a daze to see a blurred figure hovering over her. A few strands of the other’s long hair brushed against her neck. The elegant, clear fragrance told her it was Senior Sister.

But what is Senior Sister doing right now?

Because her sash had been tied incorrectly last time, Wanqi Yue had been particularly careful this time. She was about to ask when she felt the constraint at her waist suddenly loosen. She watched as her pale-colored belt was untied and pulled away.

Seeing this, Wanqi Yue’s eyes widened in shock. Startled, she braced her elbows and scrambled backward toward the headboard, forgetting she was still clutching something in her hand which she dragged along with her.

Before Su Mi could breathe a sigh of relief for finally untying the belt, she felt a massive pull at her waist. Caught off guard, she stumbled and fell forward.

In desperation, she reached out to brace herself against the bed, but her body inevitably collided with a soft frame.

“Hiss..” “Ugh..”

Su Mi felt her mouth hit something. First came a numbing sensation, which seconds later turned into a dull, throbbing pain.

The close-range eye contact made all surrounding noise vanish, leaving only their tangled breaths and chaotic heartbeats, indistinguishable from one another.

Meiqiu, staying in the corner of the bed, wore an expression of horror, screaming silently in its heart.

I told you to get close, but I didn’t tell you to kiss!

Su Mi’s pale eyes flickered as she finally reacted. She pushed back like she’d been electrocuted, but since her sash was still tightly gripped by Wanqi Yue, she was unexpectedly pulled right back.

Wanqi Yue looked as though she had lost all ability to think, staring straight at Su Mi.

Seeing that they were about to collide again, Su Mi turned her head in a panic. Her lips landed on the soft corner of the girl’s mouth, a posture that looked exactly like an intimate kiss.

After several such accidents, even Su Mi was reaching her limit. She forced herself to regain her reason. Just as she was about to pull away again, she felt the tug at her waist once more.

She looked down to see her sash crumpled into a mess, leaving pale marks on Wanqi Yue’s palm from how hard it was being squeezed.

“Let go…” The words were forced out from between her teeth.

Wanqi Yue stared at her blankly, her injured mouth letting out a confused “Ah?”

“…”

Su Mi took a deep breath, suppressing the feverish panic. When she spoke again, her voice was low and husky. “The sash. Let it go.”

Wanqi Yue seemed to finally regain her soul. Her dull eyes became vivid, and she felt her blood flow backward uncontrollably, leaving her limbs stiff.

“O-Okay.”

However, there was a discrepancy between what she said and what she did, she completely ripped the sash off Su Mi.

“…!!!”

Wanqi Yue watched as Senior Sister’s collar instantly loosened. She fought back her panic and looked up.

Fortunately, Su Mi was fast. She quickly gathered her loose clothes. In a single turn, she was already standing by the bedside, clutching Wanqi Yue’s belt in her hand. As she pursed her lips, she tasted the metallic tang of blood and felt the undeniable sting on her lower lip.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but never before had she felt language to be so hollow.

The previous misunderstandings could still be explained, but after this accident, it seemed nothing she said mattered anymore.

Su Mi tightened her grip on the sash and took a deep breath, trying to maintain a steady voice: “I’m going out for a moment.”

She felt restless staying here, and she imagined Wanqi Yue felt the same.

Leaning against the headboard, Wanqi Yue nodded slowly. “…Oh, okay.”

Su Mi hesitated before leaving, pausing for a long time before speaking: “If the wound on your back feels uncomfortable, don’t endure it.”

Wanqi Yue gripped the hem of her skirt tightly with both hands. Her ears were beet red and her voice was soft, she simply nodded and obeyed whatever she heard.

She appeared to have lost all capacity for independent thought.

With a “creak,” the door closed, and the two were separated.

Su Mi leaned against the door and closed her eyes.

The clouds in the night sky dispersed. Under the illumination of the moon, one could see that beneath Su Mi’s long hair, a large area of her neck and chest had already turned deep red.