After Marrying the Villain with Seven Personalities [Transmigration into a Book]) - Chapter 61

102… 104…

The skin of her cheeks felt icy, a stark contrast to the warmth of her own body.

Xu Linqiu could not resist. She tilted her head slightly, pressing her soft lips against the woman’s cheek. It felt like chilled jelly—cool, smooth, and seemingly infused with a faint sweetness.

With her long lashes lowered, Linqiu extended the tip of her tongue, tracing a mesmerized path across the skin until she finally reached those soft lips.

The moment they touched, Yi Chenqing’s heart trembled violently. Instinctively, Chenqing tilted her head to meet the kiss, taking Linqiu’s lips into her own and sucking gently. A smile played on Linqiu’s lips; she shifted her angle, skillfully prying open the other’s teeth to let their tongues entwine.

Linqiu inhaled deeply, her senses filled with the intoxicating scent of magnolia. It felt as though she were touching a delicate blossom that curled shyly under her touch, only to bloom slowly beneath her kisses, petals brushing against her fingers in the evening dew.

The flower was tender, beautiful, and utterly captivating.

In the darkness, every sense was magnified. The woman’s soft, kitten-like moans were muffled against Linqiu’s lips. Linqiu braced herself with one hand, careful not to let Chenqing lean against her wounded arm.

That intoxicating warmth nearly snapped the last thread of Linqiu’s self-control. She kissed her passionately, but through the haze of desire, she suddenly heard a faint electronic beep-beep—a flickering micro-light on a wristband.

115… 118… 120…

“Qingqing…”

Yi Chenqing’s breath was scorching. When Linqiu pulled away from the kiss, the woman’s lips remained parted, letting out a tiny, uncontrollable sound—a voice so soft it felt like a feather brushing against Linqiu’s heart. Under the bright moonlight, her flushed cheeks glowed with a mysterious radiance.

However, the heart-rate monitor was buzzing a warning. Linqiu had to nuzzle her cheek gently against Chenqing’s to soothe her. “Be good… I’ll stop moving. Your heart rate is too high.”

“It’s uncomfortable…” Yi Chenqing exhaled a breath of hot air. Dazed, she sought out Linqiu’s lips again. Finding none, she began kissing Linqiu’s cheeks haphazardly, murmuring in confusion, “I want to… so much…”

“Linqiu…”

As the kisses continued to fall softly against her skin along with those whispered pleas, Linqiu buried her face in the pillow, enduring the sensation. God knew how much willpower it took to stop. But she knew Chenqing was even more uncomfortable than she was. Linqiu gritted her teeth, blaming her own impulsive curiosity.

“Don’t hit your forehead…” After a long while, Yi Chenqing forced herself to stop. She breathed shallowly and rested her forehead against Linqiu’s face, signaling for her to turn and sleep.

“How can you still be thinking about my injury at a time like this?” Strands of warmth seeped into Linqiu’s heart at the gesture. She smiled, resting her face in the crook of Chenqing’s neck. Soft wisps of hair brushed against her with every breath—warm and fragrant.

Yi Chenqing’s eyes crinkled into a rare, gentle curve. She slowly wrapped her arms around Linqiu’s waist and whispered, “As long as you don’t leave me, being like this makes me feel so happy. It feels like… we’ll never be apart.”

Hearing these words, Linqiu suspected another personality had emerged. She laughed softly and kissed the side of Chenqing’s neck. “Alright. I’ll stay just like this… and never leave you.”

The “cork on the wine bottle” was only halfway in; she pushed it all the way home, then snuggled back into the crook of her neck. Breathing in her scent, Linqiu whispered peacefully, “Goodnight.”

The warmth of her breath tickled Chenqing’s neck like a feather, sending ripples through her limbs as if she were being washed in warm water. Yi Chenqing shuddered, her face burning. She quickly squeezed her eyes shut, trying to hypnotize herself into sleep.

“Goodnight…”

In truth, she shouldn’t have said those things; it had been an impulsive outburst of emotion. But now, it had left her feeling even more restless—suspended in a state of agitation she couldn’t ignore.

Gradually, the heart-rate monitor fell silent. Wrapped in that familiar fragrance, she grew accustomed to the feeling, even finding a shameful sense of comfort in it. She adjusted her sleeping position slightly, carefully resting Linqiu’s injured hand on the pillow and checking the gauze by the moonlight.

Slowly, the night deepened, and sleep finally took hold.

When Xu Linqiu first woke up, her senses slowly returned. Having slept in the same position all night, her neck was stiff and sore. The tips of her fingers still felt warm and damp. She wondered if Chenqing’s whole body had gone numb.

She pressed her cheek against the other woman’s, only to see her slowly open her eyes.

Outside, the sky was still dim. The woman smiled sleepily, her waist swaying slightly. “Imperial Preceptor… shall we continue?”

Linqiu was stunned. They had stopped just in time last night, yet here she was again. Was she destined to live like a nun?

“Is your body numb? Are you sore?” Linqiu tried to change the subject.

Yi Chenhuang (the Emperor persona) looked slightly displeased. “You already owed Us once from before. Now that We have emerged again, that makes twice. Are you changing the subject because you no longer love Us?”

“I’ll be careful of your injury, or I can do it myself. We only wish to be intimate with you; what is the crime in that?”

As she spoke, her eyes actually grew misty, and she looked at Linqiu imploringly.

Linqiu sighed and coaxed her, “Alright, alright. Everything as you wish.”

Besides, Linqiu thought, maybe I can ‘act’ Chenqing back into the driver’s seat.

It was a slightly embarrassing thought, but it had practical merit.

“Then…” Yi Chenhuang suddenly caught sight of the gauze on Linqiu’s forehead. She fell silent for two seconds before suddenly changing her mind. “Actually, forget it. If the Imperial Preceptor’s condition worsens, there will be no ‘happiness’ left for the future.” Her thick lashes lowered in a look of profound disappointment.

“Why are you acting so ‘tea-ish’ (manipulative)?” Linqiu laughed, nuzzling her cheek. Her expression softened as she coaxed, “I’ll be careful. We’ll go slowly, okay?”

“Mm… I’ll be careful too.” The woman nodded. In the next second, her disappointment vanished. She grabbed the collar of Linqiu’s hospital gown, her eyes full of anticipation.

Linqiu’s attention was drawn to the wristband. The heart rate was climbing again.

106… 107…

After a few seconds, she looked back at her. Chenqing’s face was flushed pink; she tilted her head, her gaze becoming increasingly seductive. She bit her lip and tugged at Linqiu’s collar, her voice soft and sweet. “Imperial Preceptor…”

Linqiu sighed with a helpless smile. She looked down at those ruby-red lips, lowered her head, and began to suckle gently. Unlike the previous night, she felt no burden now; all her stress evaporated instantly.

Low moans—sounds that felt like a light scratching at her heart—mingled with the sudden beep-beep of the electronic monitor. It sounded like a countdown, making their hearts race even faster.

Yi Chenqing felt a sticky sensation on her skin.

She didn’t know how long she had slept. When the warm morning light hit her face, her senses returned. Along with them came the lingering, provocative sensations that set her heart racing like a firework display.

She bit her lip, her eyes misting over. She reached out to touch Linqiu’s dark hair and called out, “Linqiu… the heart rate… I can’t…”

Her voice was soft and husky with a low pitch. Hearing it, Linqiu froze. She immediately looked up, instinctively biting the edge of her own pajamas, looking like she had been caught red-handed.

She stammered, “I just thought… if you were asleep, your heart rate wouldn’t go up, so…”

To her surprise, Yi Chenqing’s eyes were full of warmth. She brushed Linqiu’s stray hairs aside, adjusted the gauze on her forehead, and asked, “It doesn’t hurt, does it?”

“It doesn’t hurt.”

“That’s good.” Chenqing shifted her weight to move away. She bit her lip, ignoring the momentary weakness in her legs. Using her knees for leverage, she settled Linqiu back onto the bed and carefully positioned her injured hand.

“I’m going to shower.”

“Okay,” Linqiu replied. She watched as Chenqing—face still flushed but expression composed—straightened her pajamas, grabbed her clothes, and hurried into the bathroom.

Recalling the “123” heart rate on the monitor just now, Linqiu’s lips curled into a smile. She closed her eyes, her mind racing.

Can a heart rate of 123 bring her back? But is it bad for her to be that excited long-term?

It took a while under the cool water for the heat to finally dissipate.

Yi Chenqing lowered her head. The water drenched her lashes and flowed over her porcelain-white skin. Her fingertips lightly traced the “plum blossom” marks scattered across her chest. A smile slowly spread across her lips.

She loved it.

Once she was recovered, she vowed she wouldn’t let Linqiu suffer like that again—so desperate that she had to resort to such things while she was “asleep.”

Linqiu napped for another ten minutes until a gentle touch brushed her cheek. She instinctively nuzzled the palm and slowly opened her eyes.

“Do you want to wipe down? Do you feel sticky?”

At the question, Yi Chenqing’s ears turned beet red. Linqiu just laughed and scrambled up.

“Slow down. Wash your face and hands first.”

After washing up, Linqiu waited for her to change the basin of water and wring out a hot towel. Then, she crawled to the edge of the bed and knelt before her.

Linqiu wrapped an arm around Chenqing’s neck, teasing her, “So you knew I’d be sticky, huh?”

“If you like me, you’ll be sticky…” Chenqing murmured. Her lashes were lowered and she struggled to keep her voice steady while focusing intensely on the task at hand.

“Mmhmm. Then I’m very sticky, but just a tiny bit less than you.” Linqiu blew softly into her ear. She watched a layer of pink creep over Chenqing’s face. That cold, elegant profile now held a different kind of charm. Linqiu tucked a lock of hair behind Chenqing’s ear and gently bit her earlobe.

She ground her teeth softly against the skin, her tongue flicking over it. Yi Chenqing shuddered and hurriedly said, “Alright, that’s enough…”

Linqiu released her with a smirk. She turned her head to meet Chenqing’s eyes, her thumb stroking the soft skin of her cheek. “I want to be discharged today.”

“Only if the doctor says it’s okay,” Chenqing replied tenderly.

The doctor and nurse arrived for rounds shortly after.

After checking the bandages, the doctor asked, “Do you want to change the dressing now or after breakfast?”

“Now,” Linqiu replied.

When the gauze was peeled away, Linqiu winced slightly. Yi Chenqing silently took her left hand and held it tight. As the wound was revealed, Chenqing finally saw the damage caused by the glass shards. There was still a layer of unabsorbed ointment on the surface, and some of the deeper cuts were surrounded by tender pink skin.

The doctor disinfected and redressed the wound. “You can go home today if you like. Just come back every three days to change the dressing. Keep it dry and avoid spicy food.”

Once the doctor left, Yi Chenqing leaned over and kissed Linqiu’s forehead. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there with you. If I had been…”

Her words were cut short by a kiss. Linqiu hooked her arms around Chenqing’s neck, her fingers threading through her dark hair. Her eyes were full of affection. “It’s fine. Don’t overthink it. If you’re worried, just stay by my side from now on.”

The lingering kiss that followed left Chenqing breathless.

The moment was interrupted when the door swung open. Shi Ji walked in, pulling Yi Yanbai along. Seeing the intimate scene, Chenqing quickly pulled away, her “Cold CEO” persona completely shattered.

“Seems we came at the wrong time,” Shi Ji laughed.

“You think?” Linqiu joked. “The doctor says I can leave today.”

“Good. Then I don’t have to run here three times a day.” Shi Ji casually “locked” Yi Yanbai onto the sofa. Surprisingly, the latter was unusually well-behaved.

“What’s this?” Linqiu raised an eyebrow.

“I did a bit of taming last night,” Shi Ji said shamelessly, even tugging at her collar to reveal a few marks.

Yi Yanbai was furious. “Shi Ji, you…!”

“Hey, don’t speak, or I don’t mind doing it in public…”

Yi Yanbai shut her mouth instantly. Linqiu gave Shi Ji an “impressive” look.

As Yi Chenqing served the porridge, the room filled with a delicious aroma.

“Hungry?”

“Starving…” Linqiu leaned forward.

Yi Chenqing flashed a brilliant, dazzling smile that made Linqiu’s heart ache with longing. Linqiu forced her eyes back to the porridge. “Stop smiling like that… hurry up and feed me. Kisses won’t fill my stomach.”

A spoonful of warm porridge was immediately brought to her lips.

“Xu Linqiu, I’m telling you, if you keep smiling like that, you’re going to get wrinkles,” Shi Ji remarked.

Linqiu glanced at her. “You’re just sour because you can’t have what I have.”

“Hmph.”

“I’ll go handle the discharge papers,” Yi Chenqing said, finishing her food. Linqiu caught her hand and planted a kiss on her cheek.

After finishing the paperwork, Chenqing suddenly remembered something and searched on her phone:

[What to do if my girlfriend is never satisfied?]

Reply 1: You’re in danger, sister.

Reply 2: Oh boy, watch out or she’ll get you a “green hat” (cheat on you).

Yi Chenqing frowned and cleared her search history.

Impossible.