After Transmigrating into a Book, I Had a Flash Marriage with the Beautiful Crazy Villain - Chapter 25.2

The distance between them grew smaller and smaller until, just as she was about to press against those rosy lips, a pained whimper made Song Qingyi freeze.

She had gripped Chu Ling’s wrist too tightly.

Song Qingyi looked down at Chu Ling’s furrowed brows, lost in drunkenness, and abruptly snapped back to her senses, quickly loosening her hold.

“It hurts!”

Watching those crimson lips murmur indistinct words, a slow, pleased smile curled at Song Qingyi’s mouth.

She stroked that lovely lower lip and coaxed in a honeyed tone, “Be good, Lingling. Tell me, where does it hurt, hm?”

Hearing the question, Chu Ling’s alcohol-addled mind grew even more muddled. She seemed to try to think, but her thoughts were too hazy, and she could only repeat, “Uncomfortable.”

Her head was spinning and her hands wouldn’t move. Was this a dream? Chu Ling shook her head weakly, distressed.

Song Qingyi’s eyes gleamed, her voice laced with excitement. “Then what do you want me to do? Should I help you, Lingling?”

“Help me.”

After a brief silence, Chu Ling’s faint voice drifted through the room.

She didn’t want to feel like this anymore. Had a doctor come to save her?

Song Qingyi smiled. “Since that’s the case, I don’t mind helping you.”

The “treatment” wasn’t quite what Chu Ling had expected. In her daze, she felt an odd reaction in her body, making her even more uncomfortable. What was especially maddening was that it seemed like a certain hand kept fanning the flames, pushing her further into confusion.

“Mmm… No! I don’t want it anymore.”

But the “doctor” didn’t listen. Chu Ling bit her lip unconsciously, trying to escape.

Until, at last, the world fell quiet.

“So good.”

Song Qingyi sighed, her gaze inadvertently landing on the wrist she had been gripping.

Perhaps she had held on too tightly, a faint red mark now marred that pale skin, stirring unbidden thoughts, especially in this atmosphere.

Song Qingyi had already felt some satisfaction, but at the sight of that mark, her eyes darkened once more.

She lightly brushed the reddened skin, and Chu Ling whimpered softly in response. Song Qingyi soothed her with tender affection.

Chu Ling gradually settled, but as Song Qingyi took in her flushed face, desire coiled tighter within her.

Could she go even further? Chu Ling was drunk, she wouldn’t remember anything. As long as,

No marks were left.

Haven’t you always wanted this?

Song Qingyi, Chu Ling was the one who left you first. After all this time, isn’t it only fair to collect a little interest? Are you really willing to let her go just like this?

If she were to let her off like this, would it be okay if she forgot about her again in the future?

Song Qingyi felt as though there were two voices in her mind, locked in a relentless tug-of-war, one agreeing with her thoughts, the other urging her to stop before it was too late.

Just as the scales in her heart began to tip toward desire, a sudden thought flashed through her mind.

Aren’t you afraid Chu Ling will hate you?

This hypothetical jolted Song Qingyi back to her senses. If she really did what she was contemplating would Chu Ling, despise her?

Song Qingyi fell silent, staring fixedly at Chu Ling as an internal battle raged within her.

In the end, reason prevailed. She was utterly terrified of Chu Ling’s hatred, unable to bear the thought of seeing disgust in her eyes. But, wasn’t this a punishment?

If she couldn’t go any further, then she’d just have to restrain herself a little. Shrouded in dim light, Song Qingyi leaned in close to Chu Ling once more.

Her fingertip brushed against Chu Ling’s forehead, tracing lightly, hovering just out of reach.

Chu Ling seemed to find it ticklish, her brows furrowing slightly.

So Song Qingyi’s fingers slowly drifted downward over her eyebrows, her eyes, her nose mapping every inch with meticulous care.

To Chu Ling, it felt like an ant was crawling across her face, making her uncomfortable.

Fortunately, the ant soon retreated. Chu Ling relaxed her furrowed brow, ready to let her consciousness drift away again.

But Song Qingyi had merely shifted her focus this time to the wrist she was gripping.

The red mark there was gradually fading, leaving only a faint blush.

Song Qingyi brought Chu Ling’s wrist to her lips and pressed a soft kiss against the lingering redness. The sensation was tender, carrying Chu Ling’s unique scent, and Song Qingyi couldn’t help but lose herself in it.

She kissed it again then, without warning, bit down gently.

When she pulled back, she saw the wrist quickly flush red, marked with faint teeth impressions that overlapped the fading mark. For some reason, the sight filled her with satisfaction.

It was as though she had branded Chu Ling, and now that she carried her mark, Chu Ling would never escape.

But the bite wasn’t deep, so the impressions soon disappeared. A flicker of panic flashed in Song Qingyi’s eyes, and she deepened the mark once more.

Only when the imprint began to darken with blood, and Chu Ling let out a pained hiss, did Song Qingyi snap back to reality. She licked the mark soothingly.

The sting must have been sharp, because Chu Ling trembled all over.

“It hurts, mm…”

Chu Ling’s whimper made Song Qingyi freeze. Staring at the reddened mark she’d left, she felt a twisted sense of pleasure but also an ache of guilt. So she pressed a tender kiss to Chu Ling’s forehead in apology.

Yet a mere forehead kiss was far from enough to satisfy her. Song Qingyi trailed kisses down to her brows, the tip of her nose and finally, at last, claimed the lips she had longed for.

At first, Song Qingyi held back, intending only to graze them lightly. Normally, she prided herself on her self-control but in front of Chu Ling, that restraint crumbled to dust.

So, just in case, she told herself she’d only steal a brief kiss.

This was just a momentary indulgence after holding back for so long.

But just as she was about to pull away, a soft tongue suddenly brushed against her lips.

The realization sent a shudder through Song Qingyi’s entire body. Her eyes flew open in disbelief, but the hope in them dimmed when she saw Chu Ling’s tightly shut eyes.

For a moment, Song Qingyi thought Chu Ling had woken up.

But of course, how could that be? If Chu Ling had woken up, her first instinct would have been to flee, how could she possibly respond to her?

This thought dominated Song Qingyi’s mind, twisting her expression with pain, and so she kissed those lips with a desperate intensity.

The sensation of their lips pressed tightly together felt indescribably wonderful to Song Qingyi.

And so, she couldn’t help but take more.

In the dimly lit room, faint wet sounds could be heard, thick with intimacy.

After what felt like an eternity, Chu Ling finally let out a muffled whimper, unable to endure any longer. The relentless kissing had left her nearly breathless, her face flushed a deep red.

Just as she was on the verge of waking, Song Qingyi pulled back at the last moment, releasing those pitifully abused lips.

Now swollen and glistening from the fervent kisses, they looked irresistibly kissable.

Song Qingyi’s breathing hitched slightly again.

But she didn’t look away. Only after confirming that Chu Ling wouldn’t wake did she press another soft kiss to her lips.

This time, she restrained herself. Chu Ling didn’t suffocate from lack of air, and her flushed cheeks gradually returned to normal.

Except,

After all that, Chu Ling’s makeup was smudged, and her carefully styled hair was now a disheveled mess across the bed.

Yet, even like this, Chu Ling remained breathtakingly beautiful in Song Qingyi’s eyes utterly intoxicating.

Knowing she couldn’t indulge any further, Song Qingyi slipped her hand into Chu Ling’s, interlacing their fingers before bringing them to her lips for a fleeting kiss.

If she continued, things might spiral out of control.

Her gaze darkened as she stood up, lingering on Chu Ling for a long moment before finally turning to leave.

The interest here had been collected, but there was still another debt waiting for her.

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