After Marrying the Villain with Seven Personalities [Transmigration into a Book]) - Chapter 6

Yi Yanbai was momentarily choked by the two consecutive questions posed to her. As the mist before her eyes dissipated, she saw Shi Ji’s slightly upturned, peach-blossom-like eyes, which held a seductive haze. With a gentle blink, they also revealed a hint of innocence and confusion.

A cigarette remained, half-smoked, a single spark burning in the darkness.

Her heart felt as if it had been scorched by that cigarette. Unconsciously, she lightly covered Shi Ji’s head with the palm of the hand holding the cigarette, touching the soft hair. The ice and snow in her eyes seemed to melt, and she subtly curled her lips into a smile.

It was a rare smile for her—awkward and stiff.

“No, I just came for a drink.”

She immediately withdrew the smile and gave her answer.

Yi Chenqing—that woman—each personality split believed itself to be the core personality and possessed its own elaborate backstory. She was extremely difficult to deal with, a veritable stumbling block in Yi Yanbai’s professional career.

But, she thought, it shouldn’t escalate into anything too serious.

It would be fine for her to have a drink for a while.

“If you’re drinking, why are you wearing a lab coat…” Shi Ji mumbled, then tried hard to straighten up. With a grand flourish, she patted Yi Yanbai’s waist and raised her wine glass, grinning: “Take off the lab coat; let’s go inside and drink. Sis is in a good mood today, so I’m treating you to a few rounds~”

“I didn’t bring a membership card,” Yi Yanbai asked tentatively, trying her best to ignore the warmth of the body leaning against hers.

A drunk person should habitually carry a couple, shouldn’t they? After all, Shi Ji frequently brought girlfriends here.

Sure enough, Shi Ji merely squinted her eyes with a delay, then happily exclaimed, “Coincidentally, I have one!”

Feeling dizzy, she suddenly leaned her forehead against Yi Yanbai’s chest, bent her body, and reached her hand back to try and retrieve the card from her hip pocket.

Her movements were not only comical, but she fumbled for ages without finding the pocket opening.

“Where did it go! Come out!” Shi Ji’s voice held a hint of annoyance, and she pressed the stemmed glass she was holding against Yi Yanbai’s shoulder.

Yi Yanbai naturally took the glass. Shi Ji then used the newly freed hand to wrap around her waist.

She was determined to find that pocket opening today, so the arm around the waist gripped the lab coat to steady herself, while the other hand vigorously groped the denim shorts.

The thin shirt offered no barrier to the searing breath on her chest. Yi Yanbai watched her diligent efforts intently and suddenly smiled.

She recalled the times she used to take a detour past the Shi family home.

Shi Ji was usually drunk around dusk, beneath a sky full of evening glow. Yi Yanbai would help her light her cigarette and sit with her by the door, watching the smoke slowly dissipate.

Sometimes, Shi Ji would suddenly stand up, ruffle her hair, and say to her, “Xiao Bai, you’re so good. Too bad Sis doesn’t have a meaty bone for you today.”

She would then stumble into the house, and Yi Yanbai would watch her go.

Afterward, Aunt Lin would often come out and slip her some fruit.

“Yanbai, thanks to your counsel, our Ji Ji has been much better. Come visit often, and while you’re at it, check this drunkard’s head.”

“Okay.”

Several well-dressed men and women entered Rainbow Drunk, all casting strange glances as they passed the two of them.

Yi Yanbai had no choice but to step forward and mount the steps.

Shi Ji staggered backward slightly due to her movement. Her hand fumbled around twice more, and this time, successfully pulled out a card.

She held the card up and tucked it into Yi Yanbai’s shirt collar, then turned around, pointing excitedly ahead: “Let’s go, drink ’til we drop~”

“I fear nothing today! I’m going to drink with the main character~ to catch some good luck~”

She started walking.

Yi Yanbai paid no mind to her drunken murmurs. She quickly dropped the cigarette butt into the wine glass, grabbed the card, took two steps forward, and reached out to pull the woman, who was about to sway to the ground, into her arms.

“I’ll help you.”

“Thanks.” Shi Ji tilted her head and gave her a silly grin, then naturally wrapped her arm around Yi Yanbai’s waist.

*A model’s waist is indeed slender enough*, she thought sluggishly, pointing toward the door again: “Charge!”

Yi Yanbai supported the highly energized Shi Ji across the red carpet, but instead of entering the main hall, she went straight to the staff at the entrance: “I’d like to book a room.”

She placed the wine glass on the table by the door, took off her lab coat and draped it over her arm, then smoothly supported Shi Ji. The eyes hidden behind her glasses seemed utterly cool and composed, without a ripple of emotion.

“Please also dispose of this drink.”

“Certainly. And what about this lady?” The staff member looked at the flushed Shi Ji, who turned her head in confusion to look at Yi Yanbai.

Yi Yanbai maintained a deadpan expression and spoke without hesitation: “After drinking, you can rest. It’ll also make it easier for me to save you if you get alcohol poisoning.”

Shi Ji frowned. After several seconds, she sluggishly nodded to the staff member: “Mhm, book a room.”

“You treat me to a place to sleep, and I’ll treat you to drinks.” She was leaning almost her entire weight on Yi Yanbai, truly exhausted, resting her head on Yi Yanbai’s shoulder: “Your Sister Ji is a bit poor lately. I’ll treat you to a sleepover once I get paid.”

The staff member clearly recognized Shi Ji and was contorting their face to suppress a laugh, but still dutifully bowed toward Yi Yanbai: “May I please see the membership card?”

Yi Yanbai reached out and displayed the card. The warmth in her arms had completely softened her heart.

This was the card Shi Ji had prepared for her next girlfriend. She would allow herself to hold this card and foolishly dream for just a little while.

Just one last time.

“Understood, this way please.” After glancing at the card, the staff member gestured and led the two toward the hallway connecting to the rooms.

In the purple-themed master suite, the woman who had been waiting for a long time grew increasingly somber, a self-deprecating smile playing on her lips.

She had happily taken a shower, even indulging in beautiful fantasies, and changed into a new maid outfit and mask.

But ultimately, she had been too wishful.

She stood up, walking toward the door step by step, her pace very slow, hoping to hear the door open before she walked out.

Xu Linqiu had drunk too much. Countless double images prevented her from distinguishing directions. She stood at the door, staring at the number plate for a long time before she could make out ‘6583’.

Shi Ji said she wanted to *open the door and see the mountain* (get straight to the point), so she was going inside now to talk things through directly and ask for contact information…

She placed the card on the door lock. Before she could hear the ‘beep,’ the door was opened.

The moment she saw her, the woman’s eyes curved up. As their eyes met, Xu Linqiu was about to speak when she was pulled into the room.

The door slammed shut with a *bang*.

The woman pressed her against the door. Behind her was a room saturated in deep purple, giving it a dreamlike color.

“We… should get straight to the point… be honest with each other…” Xu Linqiu was very dizzy. She leaned against the door, her hand lightly gripping the woman’s arm.

Other than when she left nine years ago, it felt like a very long time since she had been this drunk. The alcohol made her unable to even discern what she was saying, only wanting to convey the general meaning.

“Can we try it?” she asked, her gaze lowered, looking at the woman.

“Yes.” Red Boss instantly agreed.

Xu Linqiu’s smile brightened, and she saw the woman lift her hand, her slender fingers undoing the mask string and removing the mask.

Her eyes were misty and unclear. Xu Linqiu shook her head, only seeing the woman’s pair of narrow, willow-leaf eyes, a faint brown mole below the outer corner, and vivid red lips, full of unspoken desire.

“Do you know how happy I am?”

“That you would actually want to with me…”

The sudden cessation of her voice carried endless implication. The woman curved a satisfied smile, slowly closing her eyes and inching closer to Xu Linqiu.

Her hand smoothed Xu Linqiu’s soft hair, pulling off the tie and removing the mask. Her eyes deepened to an extreme intensity.

The warm light from above illuminated the light purple walls, making the air around them seem to float with an ambiguous violet hue.

Long eyelashes brushed against her skin, soft lips met, and their breaths mingled.

In that moment, Xu Linqiu felt her brain pause for a few seconds. Her heartbeat surged violently.

Vivid colors flooded into her mind, bringing a sense of pleasure and immense excitement.

The madness long suppressed in her heart—*Yi Chenqing’s* hidden love and bitterness—was fully awakened. A dense, possessive obsession seemed to mix with a cloud of heat, enveloping her heart and igniting from the edges, threatening to consume and drown her.

All her reason gradually vanished. One hand slowly wrapped around the woman’s waist, the other holding her wrist. The slightly staggering Xu Linqiu moved toward the inner room.

Her pale calves bumped into the bedside, the soft mattress instantly dipped, and she guided the woman’s wrist downward.

Xu Linqiu paused, however. Her usual crescent-moon smiling eyes slowly smoothed out, looking like they held rich wine, her dark pupils deep and hazy.

“I’m not very good at this.”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind the pain.”

The woman in her arms had narrow, upturned eyes, full of allure. Her red lips curled slightly, and she kissed Xu Linqiu again.

Her lips carried the scent of clear grapefruit lip gloss, mingling with the wine aroma on Xu Linqiu’s lips, utterly intoxicating.

Xu Linqiu, who painted year-round, mostly used pencils to practice lines.

When she felt depressed, irritable, or lacked inspiration, she liked to draw lines fiercely on white paper, one after another, intersecting, which had given the side of her naturally soft fingers a layer of calluses.

Her life was monotonous, consumed by creation. She was utterly inexperienced in matters like this.

Yet, she loved it.

A faint moan escaped *Yi Chenqing’s* lips, soft and pleasing.

Xu Linqiu allowed the intoxication and the love in her heart to interweave and overwhelm her.

The living room of the light-toned room was a mess, littered with empty wine bottles.

Shi Ji was dizzy and sprawled on the sofa. After downing the last sip of wine, she heavily set the stemmed glass on the glass coffee table and pointed at Yi Yanbai, who was rubbing her head on the adjacent sofa.

“Why didn’t you stop me? You let me drink this much!”

“I think you just wanted me to get alcohol poisoning so you could show off your superb medical skills.”

Like a petulant child, she sighed, rubbing her stomach and lying horizontally on the sofa: “Why does this wine taste so bland? Not half as good as *Rival*.”

Yi Yanbai leaned her head against the sofa, watching her. The alcohol had numbed her mind, making her completely relaxed.

“I don’t have the right to stop you from drinking. I can only keep you company.”

Her entire demeanor exuded a subtle sorrow.

Shi Ji tilted her head to look at her, her eyes hazy. After a moment of silence, she slowly propped herself up.

She sat up, leaning against the back of the sofa, beckoned to Yi Yanbai, and patted the spot next to her.

“Come here for a second.”

Yi Yanbai looked at her, slowly stood up, but only stood in front of her, not sitting down.

Under the shadow cast by Yi Yanbai, Shi Ji looked up at her, her eyes half-closed in irritation.

“Why are you, a main character, wallowing in self-pity there? If you like her, just kiss her!”

“With your powerful charisma, that little white flower will definitely melt in your arms and whimper that she wants to do it again.”

She was so drunk, yet could still use idioms so fluently.

Yi Yanbai pursed her lips and smiled bitterly in her heart. How she wished she could kiss her. But she was afraid—afraid that once she kissed her, she wouldn’t be able to forget, wouldn’t want to give up.