After Transmigrating into a Book, I Had a Flash Marriage with the Beautiful Crazy Villain - Chapter 30.2

And her skin was so smooth, practically poreless, it probably felt amazing to touch.

Her nose was high and delicate, perfectly balanced on her face, making her features even more refined.

Her lips looked so soft and glossy too. Was she wearing lip balm? They seemed so plush, almost inviting.

A kiss. To see if they’re really that soft.

Chu Ling startled at her own thoughts, shivering abruptly.

“What’s wrong? Does it hurt?”

Song Qingyi’s concerned voice snapped her back. Chu Ling felt a pang of guilt here Song Qingyi was, kindly treating her injury, while she was busy ogling and letting her imagination run wild. It felt downright disrespectful.

She quickly shook her head. “N-no, it doesn’t hurt!”

Song Qingyi remained composed, as if she hadn’t noticed Chu Ling’s lingering gaze. “Mm. Tell me if it does, I’ll be gentler.”

Chu Ling nodded, too flustered to speak.

I really need to get a grip. How can I be daydreaming like this in broad daylight?

It had all started after watching that video last night. Everything had felt off since then. The main issue was that she’d just used the other woman as a fantasy to relieve her urges, and now here she was, right in front of her, so close.

Chu Ling felt like she was facing an immense challenge.

Most importantly, her gaze and thoughts were beyond her control. Like now, though her eyes were no longer fixed on the other’s face, they were irresistibly drawn to those fair, slender hands.

Song Qingyi’s movements were gentle, almost cautious, as if afraid of hurting her, and so slow that Chu Ling could imprint every minute detail of those hands into her memory.

Song Qingyi’s nails were neatly trimmed, not overly long, but she must have had a manicure her nail beds were a soft pink, a shade that didn’t quite match her usual demeanor yet was oddly captivating.

Chu Ling couldn’t help but recall the scenes from her fantasies last night, how Song Qingyi had guided her with those very hands, fingertips tracing paths that sent shivers through her, igniting a fire that grew until it consumed her entirely.

Gulp!

The sound of her swallowing was jarringly loud in the quiet room, so much so that when Song Qingyi turned to look at her in surprise, Chu Ling felt as though she had already mentally checked out for a while.

She froze, unsure how to explain herself.

Explain what?

That she had pleasured herself last night while thinking of her?

Or that her hands were so tantalizing they sparked indecent thoughts?

Oh, screw it!

If she actually said any of that, she might as well bash her head against a wall and be done with it.

Frantic, Chu Ling finally blurted out an excuse, “Song Qingyi, are you hungry? Haha, I was just so hungry I started imagining all kinds of delicious food, hahaha.”

The moment the words left her mouth, she squeezed her eyes shut in despair, not daring to look at Song Qingyi’s expression.

No matter how she spun it, the excuse sounded utterly ridiculous. Who would believe that?

“Mhm, the medicine’s applied. Try not to get it wet for now. The burn isn’t serious, it should stop hurting soon. I’ll go make something to eat.”

With that, Song Qingyi stood and headed to the kitchen, a faint smile hidden at the corners of her lips.

Chu Ling’s eyes flew open in disbelief as she stared at the other’s retreating figure.

She bought it!!!

Song Qingyi, oh my god! Bless you and your kind soul!

Never before had Chu Ling felt Song Qingyi was so wonderful.

Well, no there had been moments.

The truth was, Song Qingyi was nothing like the villainous character from the novel. Had she transmigrated into some fanfiction instead?

Otherwise, why did Song Qingyi seem so different from her original portrayal? Or maybe the triggers that would drive her mad hadn’t surfaced yet?

Chu Ling’s thoughts spiraled chaotically, but at least the flood of indecent imagery in her mind had receded somewhat.

By the time breakfast was ready, she had calmed down enough to not immediately envision something risqué the moment she saw Song Qingyi.

If she hadn’t regained her composure soon, she might’ve lost it completely.

All it took was one video to lure her into such a state. Whether she admitted it or not, Song Qingyi’s effect on her was just too potent.

Chu Ling absentmindedly finished her meal, barely tasting anything as her mind wandered.

After breakfast, Song Qingyi gave her a few reminders before heading out.

Chu Ling flopped onto the couch, sprawling lazily for a while before sluggishly pulling herself up to finally get some work done.

Her left hand had been splashed, but it hardly hurt anymore. It was time to focus she still had commissions to finish, and any further delay would mean missing deadlines.

No one truly enjoyed work, not even when it was once a passion. The moment a hobby became a job, the joy faded.

Though, to be fair, drawing had never really been a hobby for her in the first place.

Finally, after completing a commission for Advent and confirming with the client that there were no issues, Chu Ling could finally relax.

The other commissions she had taken on still had some time left, so there was no need to rush to finish them today.

Moreover, she suddenly remembered that she had apparently passed the preliminary round of that photography competition.

Last night, she had been so consumed by Song Qingyi’s video that she had even forgotten about making it through the initial selection for the photography contest.

Now that she finally recalled it, Chu Ling opened the website to check the theme for the second round.

Upon looking, she realized quite a few people had advanced past the preliminary round, only about a quarter of the initial applicants had been eliminated. Given the numbers, there would likely be two more rounds after this.

Chu Ling felt that, based on her abilities, she might not make it to the final round. But, she would just do her best and see how far she could go.

Thinking this, she opened the notification and found that the theme this time was actually the Mid-Autumn Festival.

It dawned on her then, the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching. Checking the date, she saw it was only about ten days away.

No wonder the theme was set as Mid-Autumn.

But then she ran into a dilemma. Though the Mid-Autumn Festival was a wonderful holiday, she couldn’t immediately come up with any ideas for the theme.

After all, the first thing that came to mind when thinking about Mid-Autumn was “reunion.” But in her past life, “reunion” had just been a word to her.

Or rather, it had meant endless overtime.

Such was the miserable life of a corporate drone devoting all their limited time to the company, enabling the boss to drive luxury cars and live in mansions, while they remained as poor as ever, possibly even saddled with occupational illnesses.

Forget reunion, getting a day off was already a blessing.

Thinking about these frustrating experiences, Chu Ling let out a deep sigh.

It was only after transmigrating into this world that she had truly let go. But she was also fortunate to have the support of her two mothers, who hadn’t forced her to go out and work.

At this thought, Chu Ling realized shouldn’t she go home for Mid-Autumn Festival?

She had been away for so long. Aside from the time when Mother Chu Tong visited her when she was sick, she hadn’t returned home since.

That was a bit heartless.

With this in mind, Chu Ling decided to go home for Mid-Autumn.

Just as she was thinking this, her phone rang. Picking it up, she saw it was a call from Mother Qiao Wan.

She tapped to answer. “Hello, Mom? What’s up?”

Qiao Wan’s gentle voice came through the receiver, reminding her that Mid-Autumn was coming up and asking her to come home for dinner.

Warmth spread through Chu Ling’s heart. “Okay, got it. I’ll be back in a few days.”

Qiao Wan hummed in acknowledgment, then added, “Oh, Lingling, since you’re coming back, why don’t you ask your roommate too? Bring her along for dinner. We owe her for taking care of you last time. Your mom and I would like to thank her properly.”

Chu Ling forced a dry laugh, her first instinct being to refuse. “No need, I’ll treat her to a meal myself. Besides, Mid-Autumn is for family reunions, and she’ll probably want to go home.”

But as she said this, she paused.

Because Song Qingyi might not actually have a home to return to for a reunion.

She knew all too well how Song Qingyi’s aunts treated her. Even if she went back, it would likely only bring her discomfort.

A happy Mid-Autumn Festival? Going home would just mean inviting misery. But spending it alone.

That would be far too lonely.

A puzzled voice came through the receiver, “Lingling?”

Chu Ling snapped back to attention and replied after a moment’s thought, “Then I’ll ask her, but she might not necessarily go, you know.”

Qiao Wan chuckled softly without pressing further, simply telling her to ask first.

Chu Ling agreed and exchanged a few more pleasantries before hanging up the phone.

Sigh!

The thought of inviting Song Qingyi home for the holiday made Chu Ling inexplicably tongue-tied, never mind the nature of their relationship.

She just found it unbearably awkward. What was she supposed to do?

Unable to figure out how to bring it up, Chu Ling kept putting it off. By the time she had submitted her photos for the photography competition, there was only one day left until the Mid-Autumn Festival. Finally, she mustered up the courage.

Mostly, she reasoned that since tomorrow was the festival, if she asked now and Song Qingyi already had other plans, she could smoothly say she’d just go home alone.

This was the best idea she could come up with after much deliberation. Given how busy Song Qingyi usually was, she probably had to work overtime even during the holiday surely, she wouldn’t be free enough to go home with her.

With that mindset, Chu Ling procrastinated until after dinner before hesitantly broaching the subject.

“Song Qingyi, um there’s something I wanted to ask you about. So, tomorrow’s the Mid-Autumn Festival, right? And my mom said she wanted to thank you for taking care of me last time, so she was wondering if you’d like to come home with me for dinner.”

After stumbling through her words, Chu Ling quickly added, “Of course, if you’re busy, it’s totally fine! I can just let them know!”

Song Qingyi slowly raised an eyebrow, then agreed without hesitation.

“Sure, what time tomorrow?”

Chu Ling was stunned. “You’re not busy?”

Song Qingyi replied leisurely, “I am, but not that busy. Tomorrow’s my day off.”

Chu Ling: “…”

Miscalculation.

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