After Transmigrating into a Book, I Had a Flash Marriage with the Beautiful Crazy Villain - Chapter 32.3

Each warm exhale made her more acutely aware, impossible to ignore.

Too close.

Song Qingyi was way too close!

The air-conditioned room was comfortably cool, even slightly chilly, perfect for sleeping under the covers.

Yet Chu Ling was so hot she started sweating. If she didn’t put some distance between them, there’d be no hope of sleeping tonight.

Holding her breath, Chu Ling began inching away.

Once she was out of range of Song Qingyi’s warmth, she relaxed slightly and tried to summon sleep again.

Just as she was finally about to fall asleep from exhaustion, the person behind her pressed close again, startling Chu Ling awake. She immediately scooted further away.

Feeling that this time should finally work, Chu Ling once again began to feel drowsy. But then, the warmth from behind reached her once more.

Her eyes flew open, and she was wide awake again.

She almost wondered if Song Qingyi hadn’t been asleep at all and was just toying with her!

But after listening carefully, she noticed Song Qingyi’s breathing was steady, she didn’t seem awake.

Chu Ling endured it and shifted even further away, determined not to get too close to Song Qingyi. As long as she couldn’t feel the warmth of her breath, it would be enough.

And yet…

Every time she was on the verge of falling asleep, the person behind her would press against her again. After several rounds of this, Chu Ling was utterly exhausted, both physically and mentally. She couldn’t take it anymore and she was about to fall off the bed!

Too tired to care about Song Qingyi’s movements, she finally closed her eyes and sank into a deep sleep.

She was far too worn out. The night’s ordeal had drained her completely, and Chu Ling simply couldn’t hold on any longer.

So she never noticed that after she fell into a deep slumber, Song Qingyi slowly propped herself up and gazed at her in the darkness for a long time.

When she lay back down, her arm naturally wrapped around Chu Ling’s waist, pulling them flush against each other.

“You’d rather nearly fall off the bed than get close to me, Lingling, you really…”

Song Qingyi’s voice was so soft it was almost inaudible, and the sleeping Chu Ling remained completely unaware.

But she had a nightmare. In her dream, she was floating on a calm sea under a clear sky, with a gentle breeze that brought a sense of peace.

Yet the tranquility didn’t last. In the next moment, the weather turned violent winds howled, the sea churned, and from the waves emerged a monstrous octopus.

It was enormous and terrifying. Chu Ling desperately tried to escape but couldn’t, its tentacles coiling around her like iron bands. No matter how she struggled, she couldn’t break free. What made it even more despairing was that the tentacles only tightened further, squeezing her relentlessly…

Chu Ling felt suffocated, her brows furrowing in distress.

She could barely breathe…

But the octopus showed no mercy, constricting its prey tighter and tighter, as if intent on crushing her in half.

Lost in overwhelming panic, Chu Ling unconsciously let out faint, pleading whimpers in her sleep.

“No… let me go… please… it hurts…”

Perhaps the octopus enjoyed hearing her beg, because the crushing pressure around her suddenly loosened slightly. Though she was still trapped, she could at least breathe again.

Her brows smoothed, and she fell back into a deep sleep.

Meanwhile, the instigator, Song Qingyi, nestled contentedly against Chu Ling, burying her face in the crook of her neck and inhaling her scent.

It was the same fragrance as her own, yet why did it smell so much sweeter on Chu Ling?

“My Lingling… you can’t escape…”

She murmured softly, nuzzling lightly against Chu Ling’s neck, savoring the faint tremors that ran through her.

Only when Chu Ling’s eyelids fluttered slightly, a sign she might wake did Song Qingyi reluctantly pull away. But she didn’t let go, continuing to hold her as she drifted off to sleep.

When Chu Ling woke the next morning, Song Qingyi was already gone. Relieved, she dragged herself up, dark circles under her eyes.

She hadn’t slept well at all, spending the first half of the night locked in a battle of wits with Song Qingyi, only to be haunted by an octopus monster in the latter half. A whole night of nightmares had left her utterly drained. No wonder she felt like a zombie!

So when she drifted into the living room to greet the two mothers and was met with their puzzled inquiries, Chu Ling simply waved her hand, too exhausted to explain.

“Did Song Qingyi leave already?”

Not seeing Song Qingyi around, Chu Ling asked anyway.

But she figured Song Qingyi must have left early after all, she was always so busy.

Yet the moment the words left her mouth, Song Qingyi’s voice came from behind.

“Looking for me? Something wrong?”

Chu Ling turned around, and sure enough, it was Song Qingyi.

Memories of everything that had happened the night before flashed vividly through her mind, and Chu Ling felt her entire body go numb.

“N-no, nothing. I just thought you’d gone to the office.”

“What’s wrong with you, child? Didn’t you know Qingyi is coming with us for the picnic today? Did you really not hear a single word of our conversation last night?”

At this, Chu Ling felt like the sky was about to collapse.

Last night, she had been so drowsy that she only caught Chu Tong mentioning a picnic, she had no idea Song Qingyi would be joining.

And now, here was the problem.

She remembered Chu Tong saying they were going with Aunt Zhou and the others. Aunt Zhou was Qiu Shuang’s mother, so naturally, Qiu Shuang would be there too.

Not that she had anything against Qiu Shuang.

But just the thought of Qiu Shuang alone was enough to make Chu Ling feel suffocated.

The memory of their recent meal together was still fresh in her mind, and now they were going on a picnic with Song Qingyi in tow.

The sky was truly falling!

Chu Ling’s mind wandered off into the distance, vaguely catching what seemed like a faint smile on Song Qingyi’s face. But by the time she tried to get a clearer look, her expression had returned to its usual calm.

“Alright, stop standing around. Hurry up and get ready for breakfast. Qingyi was up even earlier than you and is already all set. Look at you still in your pajamas! What kind of state is this?”

Scolded, Chu Ling felt a bit indignant. But when she took a closer look at Song Qingyi, she realized she had changed into a different outfit.

She turned to glance at the balcony sure enough, the clothes Song Qingyi had worn the day before were neatly hung out to dry.

A question mark popped up in Chu Ling’s mind.

When had Song Qingyi even brought extra clothes? And these looked unfamiliar, definitely her own.

Had Song Qingyi somehow predicted they’d be going out today?

Perhaps her gaze was too obvious, because Song Qingyi looked over, her delicate eyebrows lifting slightly. “Is there something on my face? You’ve been staring for a while.”

Curious, Chu Ling asked directly, “When did you change clothes? You weren’t wearing this yesterday.”

At first, she hadn’t thought much of it, but the moment Song Qingyi replied, embarrassment shot from the soles of her feet straight to her cheeks.

Because Song Qingyi said, “You remember so clearly.”

Chu Ling froze. The implied meaning of those words was that she had been paying close attention to her, enough to remember exactly what she had worn.

“Probably because it just happened yesterday…” she replied, somewhat exasperated.

Song Qingyi let out a slow, drawn-out “Oh,” before finally answering her earlier question. “I had someone bring them over. The clothes I wore yesterday were washed this morning and aren’t dry yet.”

Chu Ling echoed the “Oh” and, not wanting to endure any more emotional turmoil, quickly muttered something about changing before retreating to her room.

By the time she dawdled her way through getting ready and emerged, Chu Tong and the others had already finished breakfast.

It was almost ten o’clock, and Chu Tong frowned. “Pack your breakfast in a bag and eat it in the car. You’re too slow, Aunt Zhou and the others have already arrived, and we haven’t even left yet!”

Chu Ling felt a pang of guilt and, knowing she was at fault, quickly grabbed a small bag to pack some food. Under Chu Tong’s urgent calls, she rushed out the door in a fluster.

The two moms took the front seats one driving, the other riding shotgun while she and Song Qingyi sat together in the back.

Looking at the figure already seated in the car, Chu Ling still felt a bit of a headache. Gritting her teeth, she got in anyway.

But the two of them seemed separated by an invisible boundary, with enough space between them for another person to sit comfortably.

Pretending not to notice, Chu Ling opened her bag and started eating.

After finishing her food, her stomach felt warm and cozy, instantly putting her at ease. She tidied up the trash and set it aside, planning to throw it away after getting out of the car. Then she leaned back and began playing on her phone.

However, using a phone in the car quickly made her feel queasy. Before long, Chu Ling started to feel nauseous, so she put her phone down, leaned back in her seat, and closed her eyes to rest.

The moving car swayed slightly, like a natural cradle. Combined with the fatigue from not sleeping well the night before, Chu Ling soon drifted into a hazy state of consciousness.

But sleeping in the car was far from comfortable. Her head swayed with the motion of the vehicle, making it easy to wake up startled. Even in her sleep, Chu Ling’s brows remained furrowed.

At some point, though, she suddenly felt a sense of stability and finally fell into a comfortable slumber.

When she was woken up upon arriving at their destination, Chu Ling groggily opened her eyes and realized her posture was off. She seemed to have slumped onto the backseat, and…

The surface beneath her head was soft, and the distinct scent of Song Qingyi lingered in her nose.

Chu Ling immediately realized, she had been sleeping in Song Qingyi’s lap the entire ride!

Her first thought upon realizing this was,

Did I drool?

She quickly touched the skin around her mouth and, finding nothing amiss, felt a huge weight lift off her chest.

Only then did she turn to Song Qingyi, who had been quietly watching her. Chu Ling scratched her cheek sheepishly.

Before she could say anything, Chu Tong, sitting in the front passenger seat, unbuckled her seatbelt and remarked, “How could you sleep so soundly in the car? You ended up using Qingyi’s lap as a pillow the whole way. We’ll go ahead and take the stuff inside first. You wait for Qingyi, her legs are probably numb by now.”

Chu Ling felt even more embarrassed and whispered an apology, “Song Qingyi, I’m sorry. I don’t know how I ended up on you. If it happens again, just push me away. Also, are your legs okay?”

Song Qingyi’s expression remained indifferent. “Yeah, they’re numb.”

Chu Ling: “…”

Mortified.

“What should we do? Should I massage them for you?”

Song Qingyi’s gaze deepened.

But as soon as the words left her mouth, Chu Ling felt something was off. Just as she was about to backtrack, she heard Song Qingyi say, “Sure.”

Chu Ling looked over to see Song Qingyi already leaning back leisurely against the seat, posture relaxed. “Go ahead.”

Chu Ling froze.

Wait… really? Massage her legs? Why does this feel, a little strange?

Her gaze involuntarily landed on Song Qingyi’s legs.

Today, Song Qingyi was dressed lightly, her skirt ending just above the knees, neatly draped over her thighs as she sat.

Yet, even with the fabric covering them, Chu Ling’s mind involuntarily conjured images.

She had seen them last night though she hadn’t dared to look too closely, the glimpse of fair skin had left an impression. She swallowed unconsciously.

Song Qingyi was still waiting, her eyes seemingly urging her on.

Chu Ling slowly reached out, her hand trembling slightly as she prepared to touch. Just as her fingers made contact, a sudden voice from outside the car startled her.

“Stupid Beibei, Wow!! Are you two playing car play?”

Chu Ling turned her numb face to see Qiu Shuang’s eyes brimming with excitement. The other woman gave her an admiring look, then covered her mouth and said, “Sorry for interrupting, carry on.”

After speaking, she turned to leave but took two steps back and added, “Don’t forget to close the window first~”

A deathly silence fell over the car.

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