After Kissing the World-Weary Female Supporting Character [Transmigration] - Chapter 52

Wait, is this situation normal? What is going on? Why did things turn out like this? Didn’t we just confess, right at the peak of our passion? Why would Ji Ji suddenly get her period?

Song Xingzi was wrapped in a blanket, her index finger unconsciously pressed against her lower lip, the other hand clutching the blanket, completely bewildered by the sudden turn of events.

I didn’t see Ji Ji feeling uncomfortable yesterday—no, today, either! Ji Ji usually gets very low-spirited when she has her period. She would lie in bed, eyes closed, completely motionless. But we spent the entire day touring the Left Bank and even took a boat trip. Ji Ji didn’t show the slightest sign of discomfort!

Song Xingzi’s eyes widened. She stared blankly in the direction Ji Ruyue had left for a while, then nodded as if she suddenly understood.

Ji Ji, she wouldn’t be lying to me, would she? Calculating the days, it should still be five or six days away.

Song Xingzi sat up. The blanket slipped from her body, exposing her bare skin to the air. She shivered, then covered herself back up.

But why? Why would Ji Ji lie to me and say she was on her period? There’s no reason! She seemed to really enjoy it when she kissed me, didn’t she?

Song Xingzi curled up on the sofa again, tucking her legs in. She bent her fingers, reflecting on where she might have gone wrong, causing her new girlfriend to lie to her just to avoid the great emotional harmonious movement.

My relationship progression was clearly flawless, every step was incredibly sweet, and my relationship with Ji Ji was intimate. I’m certain that Ji Ji, like me, doesn’t have anyone more important in her heart than the other person.

But why does she still seem unresponsive to me? No, it’s not that she’s unresponsive, but why did she lie to me at a time like this? Is it because I’m not sexy enough?

Thinking this, Song Xingzi released her grip on the blanket, lowered her head, and gazed at her body: her full, rounded breasts were encased in a white lace bra, and her slender, delicate waist could be easily encircled with one hand. Though her beautiful legs weren’t exceptionally long, their lines were clearly defined, white, and flawless.

That can’t be right. This is the female lead’s physique. Compared to Ji Ji’s tall and lean figure, I should be quite sexy, shouldn’t I? How could Ji Ji not like it?

Song Xingzi hesitated. A guess slowly rose in her heart, but she didn’t dare confirm it. Because of this, she began to sulk. She picked up the red gauze dress that had fallen to the floor with a stiff face, quickly put it on, and returned to the bedroom, holding the skirt hem. Even after lying down in bed, she was still dwelling on the matter.

Meanwhile, Ji Ruyue, the cause of her distress, was also lying in bed, plunged into the same confusion.

Ji Ruyue pressed her soft, cool red lips, the heat on her face burning. She couldn’t help but savor the memory of the gentle yet passionate kiss, but the rising sense of shame made her uncomfortable.

So, she turned over, shrinking her entire body into the down comforter. The small, dark space brought her some calm.

How did things escalate to this? I, how did I suddenly agree to Song Xingzi? This shouldn’t be the development. This does not align with my plan. I was clearly planning to use her to achieve the goal of escaping the fate of the second female lead. How did I end up getting involved myself?

But, Song Xingzi is so wonderful. Isn’t falling in love with her a natural progression? Why am I feeling anxious?

Ji Ruyue reached out and pressed her pounding heart. Song Xingzi’s words echoed in her ears, and the drumming in her heart started again, making her heart race and her thoughts run wild.

Amidst the booming drums, a different kind of pain emerged alongside the joy of being seen and loved. Ji Ruyue closed her eyes, and the image of Song Xingzi’s pretty face quickly vanished, replaced by the nightmares she had countless times: the world was silent, entirely dark, with only a swiftly descending streak of red, silent, radiating despair and deathly stillness.

So real, so vivid, impossible to ignore.

Ji Ruyue gripped her collar, finding it difficult to breathe.

Falling in love with my destined enemy? Falling in love with her, would I become another Li Yebai? What difference is there between that and being Ji Ruyue?

“Ah—”

Ji Ruyue silently screamed. Extreme love and hate filled her mind. The object of love was her star. The object of hate was only the unpredictable and treacherous fate.

She clearly knew Song Xingzi was innocent. Even if she jumped out of this world and interacted with her under a new identity, she would definitely fall in love with Song Xingzi: her star was so warm and dazzling. How could anyone resist?

But the seemingly endless cycle of reincarnation had long worn away her sense of self and security. In her heart, that barren land never illuminated by love, even if delicate flowers grew, they would quickly wither when she realized her heart was still just a wasteland.

No, I can’t think like that. My star, she has nothing to do with any of this. I must love her. I promised her.

Ji Ruyue covered her mouth, bent her legs, and curled her entire body into a ball in the narrow darkness. She murmured to herself, “Song Xingzi, my star, I yearned to be seen by you. Being eternally ignored is no different from death, but the moment I was seen by you, I felt like I was going to die too. I don’t know what to do? Maybe I’m fundamentally unsuited to loving, undeserving of love. I’m not your moon. I deserve to be a vicious second female lead in a novel…”

Ji Ruyue fell silent as she spoke. At this moment, she even wanted to hate herself: Why didn’t I meet her in my first rebirth? Why am I so gloomy, so repulsive? I am not your moon. I am not…

Maybe if she knew I was just an endlessly reincarnating monster, she would cry hysterically and push me away? Or, if I couldn’t hide it, and she knew I was only being nice to her to use her, what would she do? Would she argue with me like that day, push me away, walk out the door, and never look back?

“Will you love me forever?” Ji Ruyue, with zero security, reached out in the darkness, propping up the down comforter. “Love me forever, no conditions…”

Song Xingzi didn’t know the shadow behind her moon was so vast. Although she was internally distressed, thinking Ji Ruyue might not genuinely like her and was merely unable to refuse her, Song Xingzi was still worried about Ji Ruyue’s highly improbable, truly menstruating body. After tossing and turning in bed for a while, she still lit the lamp and went to the kitchen to brew ginger tea for Ji Ruyue.

Song Xingzi couldn’t understand the dense French text on the kitchen appliances. She took the inner pot of the rice cooker, washed and sliced the ingredients, poured them in, and used her spiritual energy to heat it directly.

Because her culinary talent was maxed out, fire and wood spells were the most proficient for Song Xingzi. She controlled the heat, simmering it slowly. A remarkably precious bowl of spiritual energy ginger soup was ready.

“Sigh, Ji Ji, I’ve never done this for anyone else. Even for Fox Sister’s chicken soup, I only used rush grass to start the fire,” Song Xingzi poured the ginger soup into a bowl, took a porcelain spoon, walked through the hall, and headed towards the guest room. “Hey, why is that grandfather clock not moving? Is it broken?”

Song Xingzi glanced strangely at the stationary Western wall clock but didn’t think much of it. She knocked on the door. “Ji Ji? Are you asleep? I made you a bowl of brown sugar ginger tea. Will you wake up to drink it?”

“Song Xingzi?”

“Yes, it’s me!”

Strange. Why does Ji Ji’s voice sound muffled? Could it be that she’s really on her period and is so uncomfortable she cried?

Song Xingzi frowned, worriedly pushing the door open. “I’m coming in!”

Drip-tock, drip-tock.

The Western wall clock seemed to come back to life, emitting the faint sound of the hands moving.

Hmm? So it wasn’t broken. Then I don’t need to tell the assistant tomorrow.

Song Xingzi closed the door and saw her moon, with a messy head of hair, staring at her with dead, suspicious eyes. Her eyes weren’t red, but her face was slightly flushed. She wondered what had caused it.

“Is Ji Ji already asleep? Didn’t you say you couldn’t sleep without me?” Song Xingzi teased, slowly walking over to Ji Ruyue and holding the silver bowl containing the dark-red ginger soup to Ji Ruyue’s lips. “I added plenty of sugar. It’s not spicy.”

Ji Ruyue didn’t speak. She took the bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

So she really was on her period! She finished the ginger soup she usually hates in one go. Ji Ji didn’t lie to me! Was I too insecure to even suspect Ji Ji like that?

Song Xingzi was both happy and ashamed. She took the bowl, placed it on the bedside table, and poured Ji Ruyue a glass of clear water. “Here, rinse your mouth, so you don’t feel uncomfortable.”

Ji Ruyue remained silent and obediently drank the water.

“Go to sleep after drinking. I’ll go wash the bowl. Goodnight, Ji Ji.”

Song Xingzi gathered the bowl, about to leave, when Ji Ruyue, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke up at the door. “Song Xingzi.”

“Yes? What’s wrong?” Song Xingzi stood by the door and turned back to look at her, speaking gently, like coaxing a child. “Does Ji Ji need to sleep with her star?”

Ji Ruyue was silent for a moment, then pulled up the covers and lay down. “Goodnight.”

My star, what am I to do with you? Can I truly be this close to you? Can I love you? Do I have the capacity? Will I end up hurting you?

“Goodnight! The star is going to hide in the clouds to sleep now!”

Song Xingzi smiled and waved goodbye to Ji Ruyue, then turned off the light switch.

Ji Ruyue waited until the person had walked far away before sitting up again, pulling open the curtains, and rubbing the star ring on her ring finger, expressionlessly gazing up at the foreign sky.

The moon in Paris is surrounded by clusters of stars. How noisy.

The last day of the Paris (public expense) Trip (honeymoon) was Sunday. A masquerade ball was scheduled in the hotel lobby. A waiter came to knock on the door, inviting Song Xingzi and Ji Ruyue to attend. Although Song Xingzi had read about this scenario many times in novels, she had never participated in one herself, so she was naturally incredibly curious. Furthermore, after the confession, Ji Ruyue had been inexplicably a little cold toward her for the past two days, seeming to avoid her.

Song Xingzi decided to use this opportunity to improve their relationship. After all, a ball is a high-frequency event for a relationship to heat up in romance novels! So, she persistently pestered Ji Ruyue to go with her.

Ji Ruyue naturally agreed to Song Xingzi. Anyway, for her, being anywhere was the same, and what would happen if her star was plucked by someone else while she wasn’t there?

The evil dragon deemed herself unworthy of her treasure, but she would absolutely not surrender it to another.