After I Transmigrated into the Novel, I made the Heroine Fall for Me - Chapter 64

After getting drunk, Gu Yinghou leaned weakly against Fang Qingying, her long eyelashes casting a shadow over her eyelids. Her crimson lips, full and glossy like freshly ripened cherries, seemed to invite a taste.

The two nestled together, creating a picturesque scene.

Unfortunately, someone remained an expert at ruining the mood.

888: What did you mean by “another way” earlier?

For some reason, it suddenly felt a vague unease, as if something had slipped out of control.

Fang Qingying spoke with righteous confidence, “Haven’t you watched TV dramas? Just pour it down her throat!”

Why bother with mouth-to-mouth?

Was she supposed to feed Gu Shengxiao sip by sip? Ugh, wouldn’t that be exhausting?

888: I suggest you be kinder?

A stunning, fair-skinned, long-legged beauty is drunk in your arms, and this is the treatment she gets? Typical you.

Fang Qingying asked in confusion: What do you mean by mouth-to-mouth? Is my mouth so small? And she can’t swallow? Are you trying to work me to death?

The long-haired woman frowned, as if recalling something, and couldn’t help but shudder. Her delicate jade-like hands held the white porcelain bowl, making them appear even fairer than the porcelain itself.

Witnessing Fang Qingying’s next move, it felt the urge to intervene.

If they couldn’t enjoy a scene full of ambiguity, they certainly didn’t want to watch the horrifying image of the drunk actress having her cheeks pinched to force-feed the sobering soup.

Frankly, at first glance, it looked more like torture.

888: Isn’t there a compromise?

Don’t push your luck too far, or you’ll be crying when your wife wakes up.

Hearing this, Fang Qingying’s eyes cooled slightly. She pondered for a moment and nodded, “Another way? I could just wake her up, right?”

This way, she wouldn’t have to pinch Gu Shengxiao’s cheeks to force her to drink the soup, nor would she have to use 888’s laborious method, a perfect solution!

With this thought, Fang Qingying quickly set the white porcelain bowl on the bedside table and prepared to wake Gu Shengxiao.

888: If I had a physical form, I’d definitely want to slap you senseless.

Unable to bear it any longer, 888 fled once again.

With Fang Qingying’s attitude, she didn’t deserve a wife!

Of course, the sobering soup was ultimately fed to Gu Shengxiao using 888’s method.

Mainly because, just as Fang Qingying was about to wake Gu Shengxiao, 888 flooded her mind with a slew of consequences for “messing up.”

After careful consideration, Fang Qingying decided that a little extra effort was far better than being exploited by Gu Shengxiao.

888: Hmph.

Fang Qingying lightly tapped Gu Shengxiao’s cheek with her slender fingers, pouting with indignation. “It’s all your fault. I didn’t even finish my painting today.”

And here she was, lying so domineeringly on her bed, using her pillow, and hugging another one to boot.

But remembering that Gu Shengxiao had taken the drinks for her, Fang Qingying felt a warmth spread through her body, softening her heart.

She tucked Gu Shengxiao in properly, then got up and carried the white porcelain bowl to the kitchen.

While Gu Shengxiao could sleep peacefully, poor Fang Qingying still had to clean up the mess at home.

Standing at the sink, Fang Qingying focused on washing the dishes, occasionally yawning.

Her dark eyes soon misted over, her lashes damp with moisture, making it hard to see the bowl in her hands clearly.

Just then, a pair of warm hands wrapped around her waist from behind. Immediately after, a familiar softness pressed against her back.

Fang Qingying lowered her voice and asked, “Are you awake?”

The person behind her didn’t respond, but instead rested their head on her shoulder, nuzzling her cheek lazily like a cat.

“Be good and go to sleep.” Fang Qingying paused her movements, her tone softening to an almost ethereal degree, light as a cloud in the sky.

As her words fell, Gu Shengxiao behind her, in a drowsy voice, nuzzled her neck and whined, “I want Xiao Ying to stay with me.”

“I’ll come soon, I just need to put a few things away first.” Fang Qingying couldn’t free her hands to comfort her, so she explained her current situation, hoping to persuade the other to go back quietly.

But who could expect a drunk person to be reasonable?

Gu Shengxiao reached out, grabbed the bowl in Fang Qingying’s hand, and tossed it aside.

The white porcelain bowl, now abandoned, hit the floor with a resentful clatter.

Fang Qingying lifted her gaze slightly, staring in shock at the shattered pieces of the white porcelain bowl in the corner, her anger flaring.

She reached out and grabbed Gu Shengxiao’s wrist, her expression dark as she scolded, “Don’t throw a tantrum just because you’re drunk. What’s the point of breaking the bowl? What if you get hurt?”

A drunk person acting so recklessly, if they got even slightly injured, wouldn’t they be the one to suffer?

After saying this, Fang Qingying released her hand and bent down to pick up the broken pieces and throw them in the trash. But in an instant, the world spun, and she was pinned against the kitchen’s glass door.

“Gu Shengxiao, let go and behave.” Fang Qingying’s face flushed red with anger, yet she found herself unable to overpower someone who was drunk.

Where did Gu Shengxiao get such strength? Was it some kind of family heirloom?

“You’re being mean to me.” At these words, Gu Shengxiao trembled slightly, as if deeply wronged. With a hint of tears in her voice, she accused Fang Qingying, “You don’t love me anymore, so you’re being mean to me?”

“Stop being unreasonable.” Fang Qingying felt a vein throbbing violently in her forehead.

When had she been mean?

If she hadn’t been worried about Gu Shengxiao getting hurt by the broken pieces, would she have lost her composure like that?

“I don’t care, you were mean to me!”

Gu Shengxiao acted like an unreasonable child, clamoring for Fang Qingying’s undivided attention, unwilling to share it with anything else.

“Ah! That hurts!” Fang Qingying gasped, her lips trembling.

Good grief, was she treating her neck like a duck’s neck to gnaw on?

“Be gentler.”

She reached out discontentedly and pushed Gu Shengxiao, who then released her grip. Next to the teeth marks, Gu Shengxiao’s tongue carefully licked the spot, as if trying to soothe Fang Qingying’s pain.

“St…stop.”

The warm sensation seemed to carry an irresistible magic, pulling Fang Qingying into the depths of the ocean.

Her snow-white robe slipped to the floor, her legs lifting slightly, toes curling uncontrollably.

Round fingertips traced beautiful scenes upon the snowy peaks.

“Bastard.”

A voice, half-sobbing, half-moaning, suddenly echoed in the dimly lit kitchen.

Perhaps it was true that day’s thoughts bring night’s dreams.

That night, Fang Qingying slept restlessly.

In her dream, she saw the other version of herself she had encountered in the dressing room that day.

Compared to her, the other seemed timid, but when she looked at Fang Qingying, her eyes held infinite hope.

“Are you Fang Qingying?” The original host?

The moment Fang Qingying saw her, she realized she was wearing the same clothes she had on the day she transmigrated into the book.

A loose tracksuit that covered her hands, keeping her warm and making her look much younger.

With the same face as her own, she was dressed in a delicate pink princess dress, slumped on the ground like a caged canary.

The canary could not escape its cage, and she could not leave that place.

“Save me, please, save me.” Hearing her voice, ‘Fang Qingying’ frantically crawled toward the outside.

But even as her nails clawed until they bled, she remained unable to move from her spot.

Her expression was filled with terror, as if she were being embraced by a demon.

Fang Qingying’s panic lasted only a moment. She adjusted her mindset and asked the original host, “Why are you here?”

She had always thought the original host might have disappeared or reincarnated. But the scene before her, whether a dream or reality, told her that the original host had been captured.

At that moment, countless images flashed through her mind.

They were the scenes she had been longing for.

Gu Shengxiao as a child was indeed a soft, round little dumpling, but she was far too lonely.

Immersed in these images, Fang Qingying became increasingly convinced that the figure climbing over the wall was her own self, not the original host.

The reason was simple: the differences between the two were too great.

“I’m trapped. Only you can save me.”

Just as she wanted to confirm whether that little girl was truly herself, the original host’s voice pulled her back to reality.

“Why should I save you?” Fang Qingying tilted her head, looking at her with confusion.

If she saved the original host, would that mean they would have to share the same body, just like when they were children?

Childhood?

Fang Qingying blinked. A thought had just flashed through her mind, but she couldn’t grasp it.

“If you don’t save me, you will die too. We are one. Without me, there is no you. Do you understand?”

‘Fang Qingying’ sat up straight, her blood-stained fingers tightly clutching her skirt. She mustered the courage to reveal the secret to Fang Qingying.

“So you’re saying, if I want to save myself, I must save you?” Fang Qingying asked.

Wasn’t this just too unbelievable?

Putting everything else aside, the current situation seemed like a trap.

“Yes. If you want to live, you have no choice but to save me.”

“Stay away from Gu Shengxiao. She will kill you, just like she trapped me here with her own hands.”

“I don’t know what she wants, but she can endanger our lives!”

‘Fang Qingying’ trembled as she spoke these words in one breath, her expression filled with an indescribable terror.

“You don’t want to die either, right?”

“I don’t want to die! I don’t want to stay here! Please, take me away from this place!”

The original host’s nearly hysterical expression made Fang Qingying take a step back.

“Calm down. I don’t even know how to save you. Your behavior only makes me suspect you’re trying to deceive me.” Fang Qingying raised her hand, signaling for the other to ‘calm down.’

“It’s simple. Kill Gu Shengxiao.”

As ‘Fang Qingying’ said this, her expression carried a strange sense of relief.

It made Fang Qingying suspect that the other was deceiving her, with the sole purpose of killing Gu Shengxiao.

“Did you know? Gu Shengxiao is the daughter of fate. If we want to survive, we must take her fate from her.”

‘Fang Qingying’ seemed to have taken her words to heart. After taking a deep breath, her expression became calm.

It seemed as though she was guiding something.

Fang Qingying frowned. “So what?”

This was the world of the book. The male and female leads were destined by fate did she even need to say it?

“Do you know the fate of outsiders? Every single one of them ends up with no place to be buried. So, if you want to survive, you must deceive the world’s consciousness.”

She lifted her head and stared intently at Fang Qingying, who stood not far away, her gaze burning with intensity.

“If we want to live, we must kill Gu Shengxiao.”

These words struck Fang Qingying like a shockwave, jolting her awake.

Fang Qingying’s eyes snapped open in the midst of her dream. She slowly sat up and, by the moonlight, made out Gu Shengxiao lying beside her. A single phrase echoed in her mind:

Kill Gu Shengxiao, and we will survive.

In a daze, Fang Qingying raised her hand and pressed her fingertips against the other’s swan-like neck.

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