After Transmigrating into a Book, I Had a Flash Marriage with the Beautiful Crazy Villain - Chapter 30.1

Song Qingyi’s latest video completely shattered her previous image. While her earlier videos were undeniably beautiful, none had ever been this seductive.

She had carved out a unique niche in the transformation genre her content wasn’t just about changing outfits but heavily emphasized technical skill. Watching her videos was exhilarating; viewers would first marvel at the craftsmanship before even registering her styling.

Under nearly every video, new fans would gush in awe, with countless comments raving about her talent.

As the platform matured, content styles diversified, with many types of creators emerging. Yet, technical mastery had become increasingly rare.

In the platform’s early days, technical brilliance was everywhere, each creator leaving audiences stunned. But trends shifted rapidly, especially in short-form videos, where novelty reigned supreme. So when a creator like Song Qingyi emerged, seamlessly blending technique with transformation, she naturally drew a massive following.

Her videos weren’t just visually stunning, they also wove in storytelling and aesthetic composition, earning her the title of “the ancient Greek goddess of ambiance.”

But today’s video? It shattered that ethereal vibe entirely.

While it maintained her signature technical flair, every look in this transformation oozed temptation. What captivated Chu Ling the most were two contrasting outfits clearly designed as twin personas of demon and angel.

The angel was pure and flawless, yet inexplicably alluring, stirring dark desires to drag such innocence into corruption, to watch it drown in depravity.

The demon, meanwhile, was a soul-stealing enchantress, the very embodiment of desire. Her mere presence awakened primal urges, and with just one glance, she could lure souls into the abyss, sinking them into sin alongside her.

These two looks struck Chu Ling’s preferences with pinpoint precision. Unconsciously, she found herself replaying the video over and over, her body growing increasingly feverish. For a fleeting moment, her thoughts spiraled out of control, racing toward unspeakable fantasies.

Her rationality teetered on the edge, but she managed to snap back just in time, forcing her gaze away as she struggled to cool down.

If she kept watching, sleep would be impossible tonight.

In the brief span of time she’d been entranced, countless comments had already flooded Song Qingyi’s video.

It seemed the long-awaited return of the missing creator with such high-quality content, no less had sent the fandom into a frenzy. Comments poured in by the second, hundreds appearing in the blink of an eye.

This was the first time Chu Ling had witnessed such a spectacle. Any chance of snagging the top comment was long gone.

Yet, for some inexplicable reason, missing that opportunity left her oddly relieved. She didn’t even attempt to leave a comment.

The sheer embarrassment of reacting so viscerally to a video, how could she possibly explain that?

Guilt-ridden, she didn’t dare post any of her usual flirtatious remarks.

Besides, even if she did comment now, it would drown in the tidal wave of responses. Song Qingyi would never notice it anyway, so it didn’t matter.

Chu Ling repeated this mantra in her mind, barely convincing herself to let go of the top-comment fixation.

But unease still gnawed at her.

The night had a way of amplifying emotions, no matter what they were.

Chu Ling felt her body growing uncomfortably warm, the heat stubbornly refusing to dissipate.

Perhaps it had been too long since she’d last relieved herself, and the pent-up emotions had lingered in her mind, leaving her tossing and turning for what felt like ages without any hope of sleep.

Frustrated, she opened her eyes in the darkness, glaring at the ceiling as if to assert dominance over her own body.

Yet her mind was a battlefield of conflicting thoughts. As the seconds ticked by, Chu Ling finally gave in.

After all, she was alone. No one would ever know what she did. So…

With that thought, as if possessed, she slid her hand beneath the covers.

Once she started, everything spiraled out of control including the fantasies flooding her mind.

The image of Song Qingyi materialized vividly before her, wrapping around her like a demon, whispering temptations in her ear.

Chu Ling’s gaze grew increasingly unfocused, her breath hitching. Soon, soft gasps filled the quiet room.

Song Qingyi’s phantom guided her, the demon a symbol of desire itself.

And Chu Ling, she was nothing more than a human easily swayed, lured and led by the demon, surrendering without resistance as she drowned in pleasure.

Her body burned uncontrollably, feverish with need.

Like a human truly under a demon’s thrall, Chu Ling explored recklessly.

By the time it was over, reason slowly returned. Realizing what she’d done, she silently pulled the covers over her head, burying herself beneath them.

Oh no. What had she just done?!

How was she supposed to look Song Qingyi in the eye now?!

Chu Ling silently screamed into the blankets. The lack of air beneath them made her dizzy, and exhaustion crashed over her all at once. Soon, she fell into a deep sleep.

Sweet dreams.

When she woke the next morning, Chu Ling’s eyes flew wide open. Remembering last night’s, activities, she squeezed them shut again and began praying that Song Qingyi had already left the house.

She dragged herself out of bed, sluggishly washed up, and crept toward the living room with heavy steps, glancing around like a thief.

Not spotting Song Qingyi anywhere, she exhaled in relief. Assuming she hadn’t returned yet, Chu Ling immediately dropped her cautious demeanor and strolled into the kitchen to throw together some breakfast.

Just as she was happily bustling about, a voice suddenly came from behind.

“Making breakfast? You’re up early today.”

Chu Ling froze. She spun around, staring in disbelief at the figure leaning against the doorway.

“Why are you home?!”

The words slipped out before she could stop them. Sure enough, Song Qingyi’s brow arched slightly.

“Oh? You sound, very unhappy to see me here.”

She spoke slowly, her gaze fixed on Chu Ling as if trying to decipher the reason.

Chu Ling was drowning in embarrassment, her toes curling against the floor, wishing she could vanish on the spot.

But Song Qingyi wasn’t letting her off the hook. “Cat got your tongue?”

Chu Ling: “……”

She couldn’t bring herself to meet Song Qingyi’s eyes, her own darting away to avoid contact.

Just seeing her brought back every mortifying detail of last night’s, indiscretions. And now, the very subject of her fantasies was standing right in front of her.

Embarrassing didn’t even begin to cover it.

Chu Ling hung her head, rebutting in a voice as faint as a mosquito’s, “I’m not not talking. That’s not what I meant, don’t overthink it.”

Her behavior was far too obvious, as if she had done something shady behind her back.

Song Qingyi narrowed her eyes slightly and let out a thoughtful “Oh.”

Hearing that loaded “Oh,” Chu Ling felt so awkward her scalp tingled.

She tried to change the subject, “Have you eaten yet?”

Song Qingyi remained silent, and Chu Ling couldn’t stand the oppressive quiet. She glanced up furtively at Song Qingyi, only to find her watching her with an observant expression, which startled her.

No way! Could Song Qingyi have guessed something?

She quickly raised her voice, “Song Qingyi!”

This successfully drew Song Qingyi’s attention, and she looked over.

Chu Ling stammered, hesitating as she spoke, “Have you eaten? Do you want some too?”

Song Qingyi looked at her, then suddenly chuckled softly after a moment. “Sure, I’ll help.”

Why wasn’t she pushing her away this time?

The thought flashed through Chu Ling’s mind.

Even so, she’d rather Song Qingyi scold her for being clumsy and kick her out than endure this agonizingly slow torture.

Chu Ling regretted it. Why had she even asked Song Qingyi? If she was hungry, couldn’t she just make her own food?

But then again, Song Qingyi had always shared whatever she made, so not asking would have been too much.

Mentally weeping, Chu Ling steeled herself and began preparing the ingredients.

She had originally planned to make just enough for herself, and since it was early, she didn’t want anything too greasy just a simple bowl of plain noodles.

But even though her cooking skills weren’t great, she still liked to experiment. Just plain noodles wouldn’t do; she had to add some greens and fry an egg for a balanced meal.

Before Song Qingyi came in, Chu Ling had just taken an egg from the fridge and started boiling water while she washed the vegetables.

But now that Song Qingyi was here and wanted some too, the portions clearly weren’t enough.

So, stiffly, Chu Ling took out more greens and grabbed another egg. Remembering Song Qingyi’s offer to help, she turned and asked hopefully, “Do you want to fry the eggs or wash the veggies?”

Song Qingyi glanced at her, her eyes shimmering with faint amusement before she leisurely replied, “Either is fine. What do you want me to do?”

Chu Ling’s mind blanked for a second. The words inexplicably reminded her of last night’s fantasies, making her body stiffen even more.

After a long pause, she forced herself to snap out of it and said woodenly, “Then, then wash the veggies.”

Song Qingyi obligingly started washing them.

Chu Ling couldn’t understand why Song Qingyi was so mesmerizing right now. Just a slight resemblance to the expression in the video had her immediately projecting, making it hard to distinguish reality from fantasy!

She quickly shook her head, trying to dispel the nonsense in her mind, then stiffly went to grab a spatula to fry the eggs.

But because she was so distracted, after pouring oil into the pan, she waited for it to heat up a little before adding the egg. However, she forgot to lower the heat, and the oil got too hot. When she cracked the egg in, it splattered scalding oil onto her hand.

“Ah!”

She gasped in pain, but before she could react, Song Qingyi swiftly turned off the stove, grabbed her hand, and ran it under cold water.

“How could you be so careless?”

Her tone was inexplicably harsh, leaving Chu Ling feeling dazed and, belatedly, a little wronged.

It wasn’t like she meant to be so careless. It was all Song Qingyi’s fault, always flitting around in her mind. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have spaced out and gotten splashed by hot oil.

Thinking this, Chu Ling pouted, her voice subdued, “I didn’t do it on purpose. You’re so mean!”

Song Qingyi paused and looked up at her. “I’m mean?”

Chu Ling fell silent, unsure where she’d mustered the courage to complain.

She’d blurted it out without thinking was it too late to take it back now?!

Immediately cowed, she stammered, “S-sorry, I was too careless. If you’re hungry, you can eat first. I’m not in a hurry; I can wait and finish later.”

Her wilted demeanor looked pitiful for some reason.

Song Qingyi’s sternness softened at once. She sighed lightly. “No rush. Let’s treat your burn first.”

After rinsing it with cold water, the burn didn’t hurt as much. Chu Ling wanted to say she could handle it herself, but her hand was firmly gripped, impossible to pull free. She glanced at Song Qingyi.

“I can apply the medicine myself. You go ahead with your things, or you’ll be late.”

Song Qingyi didn’t respond. Only after thoroughly rinsing the burn did she pull Chu Ling out of the kitchen, then opened the first-aid kit for burn ointment. “Come here. It might sting a little bear with it.”

Chu Ling wanted to say something, but the searing pain in her hand made her nerves twitch. Song Qingyi seized the moment to focus on applying the medicine.

The words died in her throat, and Chu Ling grumbled inwardly.

Song Qingyi’s ignoring me again. This has happened so many times.

She’d figured it out by now, whenever Song Qingyi didn’t want to hear something, she’d pretend not to and just do as she pleased.

Chu Ling fumed but was powerless against her.

As she watched Song Qingyi meticulously tending to her burn, Chu Ling’s focus, which had been entirely on the throbbing pain, gradually drifted elsewhere.

Song Qingyi’s lashes were long, thick, and naturally curled. From this angle, they looked like tiny fans.

How are they so long? Does she even need to curl them when she does her makeup?

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