After Transmigrating into a Book, I Had a Flash Marriage with the Beautiful Crazy Villain - Chapter 37.2

The game resumed, but this time, Chu Ling was distracted.

Her thoughts couldn’t help but wander.

It was obvious how much Song Qingyi adored Ye Zhiyin otherwise, she wouldn’t have agreed so readily to whatever the other woman suggested.

The outcome was predictable. Between Chu Ling’s absentmindedness and the enthusiastic “assistance” from Ye Zhiyin and Qiu Shuang, she ended up losing this round.

Lost in her thoughts, Chu Ling hadn’t paid attention to anything Song Qingyi said until the woman repeated herself.

“Stick it on me, Chu Ling.”

Chu Ling looked up and met Song Qingyi’s steady gaze. She was baffled. “Huh? Me? I stick it on you?”

Song Qingyi nodded. “We’re a team. You lost, so shouldn’t you stick it on me?”

Chu Ling hesitated. Was this for real?

Ye Zhiyin suddenly chimed in. “Qingyi’s right. Look, that’s how we’ve been doing it.”

Qiu Shuang’s eyes gleamed as she nodded eagerly. “Yeah, yeah! All the notes on Fang Manwen’s face were stuck by me. Come on, silly, stop dragging your feet, hurry up!”

Chu Ling thought back and realized that was indeed the case, but still…

Qiu Shuang and Fang Manwen were a genuine couple, while Ye Zhiyin and Qin Xinran were in the ambiguous stage of their relationship. For these two pairs, such actions not only posed no issue but even helped deepen their bond.

But as for her and Song Qingyi…

Chu Ling gulped nervously, an inexplicable tension rising within her.

Song Qingyi’s expression remained unchanged, her gaze steady and unreadable.

This helped calm Chu Ling’s anxious thoughts a little.

It seemed Song Qingyi wasn’t overthinking it either no, wait, the one overthinking now was her.

Chu Ling chided herself for being so weak-willed. How could she get this nervous over something as simple as sticking a note on someone’s face?

But she couldn’t help it. Being this close to Song Qingyi, her beauty was magnified, and the impact was doubly overwhelming!

Chu Ling didn’t dare meet Song Qingyi’s eyes anymore. Lowering her head, she fumbled with the note before holding her breath and quickly sticking it onto Song Qingyi’s cheek.

She had placed it on the cheek, so it didn’t obstruct Song Qingyi in any way.

Qiu Shuang let out a teasing “Oh-ho!” and said, “Lingling, that’s not fair. Look where we stuck ours, and then look where you stuck yours. Is that right?”

Chu Ling averted her eyes. “What’s wrong with it? It’s stuck, isn’t it? Hurry up and deal the next round.”

Ye Zhiyin glanced at Song Qingyi and noticed a faint, almost imperceptible hint of amusement in her expression, as if she were quietly enjoying the moment.

They played several more rounds, and this time, no one was spared everyone’s face was soon covered in notes.

The more they played, the more notes accumulated, until eventually, there was barely any space left to stick them.

Seeing everyone’s faces plastered with notes, Chu Ling couldn’t hold back her laughter.

She had assumed that their differing statuses and positions would make them incompatible, that the heroines and her, a cannon-fodder antagonist would naturally clash.

Yet, against all expectations, here they were, gathered together without a single conflict, happily playing games instead.

Chu Ling couldn’t deny it, she had enjoyed herself immensely. This game had also brought everyone much closer.

Perhaps this was the first real gain from this trip.

The plane’s announcement system chimed, signaling their imminent arrival at their destination. Everyone returned to their seats, waiting for the aircraft to land.

They touched down a little past seven, just in time for dinner.

However, the group decided to head to the hotel first.

Speaking of the hotel, Chu Ling suddenly froze as a belated realization struck her.

So, was she going to share a room with Song Qingyi again?

This didn’t bode well. Among their group, only Ning Hongmian was alone. If she suggested rooming with Hongmian, wouldn’t that seem odd?

But from any angle, shouldn’t Song Qingyi and Hongmian share a room instead? After all, Hongmian was her aunt.

Then what about Song Qingyi…?

Chu Ling stole a glance at her, but the other woman’s expression was unreadable, giving nothing away.

Uncertain, Chu Ling decided to take things one step at a time.

On the way to the hotel, she kept turning the problem over in her mind.

No matter how she looked at it, unless Song Qingyi proposed rooming with Ning Hongmian or Hongmian asked to stay with them, her staying alone would seem strange.

The closer they got to the hotel, the more Chu Ling’s heart raced. She considered using Hongmian’s young age as an excuse to have her stay with them.

With three people sharing a room, she could avoid the awkwardness of being alone with Song Qingyi!

But to her utter surprise, the moment they arrived at the hotel, Ning Hongmian happily ran off toward two girls around her age, apparently people she knew.

Chu Ling’s expression faltered slightly.

Beside her, Ye Zhiyin suddenly realized, “Ning Hongmian has friends coming along too?”

Ning Hongmian heard this and pulled her girlfriends over. “Yes, yes, we planned to hang out together, but the two of them didn’t meet up with us.”

At this point, Chu Ling felt numb.

Ning Hongmian had friends with her, which meant she would definitely be staying with them.

Sure enough, Ning Hongmian said cheerfully, “We’ll be staying together tonight, Auntie. You don’t have to worry about me.”

Song Qingyi’s expression remained indifferent, showing no surprise, it seemed she had known all along.

“Don’t stay up too late. If you can’t get up tomorrow, we won’t wait for you.”

Ning Hongmian’s bright expression dimmed slightly. “I know. We’ll definitely be up on time tomorrow!”

The matter seemed settled, and the room assignments turned out exactly as Chu Ling had anticipated.

There was no need to explain for Qiu Shuang and Fang Manwen, the two would obviously share a room.

Ye Zhiyin smiled and said, “I’ll share with President Qin. Wouldn’t want to break you two up.”

Qin Xinyan’s expression faltered slightly. “You sound reluctant.”

Ye Zhiyin immediately beamed even brighter. “Not at all. Sharing a room with President Qin is an honor.”

Chu Ling, feeling like she had just been force-fed dog food, silently averted her gaze.

Well, she had already slept with Song Qingyi once before.

It was just sleeping, nothing more. And surely the hotel room would have more than one bed, right? They could each sleep in their own bed, no problem at all!

Thinking this way, Chu Ling felt slightly more at ease.

However, the moment she swiped the keycard and the lights in the room turned on, her feet seemed to root to the spot, utterly unwilling to take another step inside.

Seeing her frozen in place, Song Qingyi stepped forward and asked, “Why aren’t you going in?”

Chu Ling’s expression stiffened. She desperately wanted to tell Song Qingyi not to enter, but it was too late, Song Qingyi had already seen inside.

And at that sight, Song Qingyi also froze.

This room… looked somewhat inappropriate.

It was likely a couples’ themed suite. The lighting was suggestive, and in the center stood only one enormous round bed, its sheets strewn with flower petals.

Chu Ling felt nothing but embarrassment rushing straight to the top of her head.

What made her even more uneasy was the bathroom in this hotel!

The bathroom was right there but entirely made of glass!

Though not completely transparent, it was the kind where silhouettes could vaguely be seen.

Chu Ling recognized it at a glance and immediately averted her eyes as if burned.

If she had to spend a night here, she would truly be awake until dawn.

If only she had taken a nap earlier!

Her mind uncontrollably cycled through all sorts of R-rated scenarios, and Chu Ling couldn’t stop it. Her nose tingled, and for a moment, she thought she might actually get a nosebleed.

She touched it, thankfully, there was nothing.

But she felt uneasy everywhere. Embarrassed, she glanced at Song Qingyi and found her equally silent.

Chu Ling immediately grew even more uncomfortable and cautiously suggested, “Maybe the hotel made a mistake. Should we ask for another room?”

Song Qingyi didn’t answer. Puzzled, Chu Ling looked at her and only then heard a slow, slightly heavy “Mm.”

Chu Ling didn’t overthink it and rushed off in a hurry to change rooms.

Only after Chu Ling’s flustered presence had vanished did Song Qingyi finally let out a slow exhale.

This was the first time she had ever agreed with one of Chu Ling’s decisions. She couldn’t even begin to imagine what a challenge it would be for her to share such a room with Chu Ling.

Even in a normal room, she could barely control her thoughts, this room only stoked the fire burning within her.

She didn’t dare imagine what would happen if Chu Ling didn’t leave soon. She might just shut the door, pull her onto that round bed, and do something.

Something outrageous.

Song Qingyi’s gaze lingered on the bed for a long time before finally shifting from the enormous round bed to the floor-to-ceiling windows.

At last, it settled on the bathroom, where the faint outline of its furnishings could be glimpsed from outside.

The design of this hotel was quite good, with the bathroom and toilet separated into two distinct areas.

The bathroom was spacious, and as Song Qingyi stepped further inside, a glimpse of white caught her eye, revealing a large bathtub.

A bathtub…

Song Qingyi’s gaze darkened instantly.

For convenience’s sake, she hadn’t considered installing a bathtub when renovating her own home. But now…

She regretted it. She really should have gotten one.

Uncontrollable fantasies began flooding her mind. This time, the image of Chu Ling in her thoughts was unusually vivid so vivid that she could picture every expression: restrained, pleasured, pained, overwhelmed…

Each one flashed vividly in her mind.

The heat in her chest spread through her entire body, and Song Qingyi abruptly turned around, intending to leave this dangerous place.

But just as she closed the door behind her, she found Chu Ling standing there with a complicated expression.

Song Qingyi froze. “What’s wrong? Couldn’t switch rooms?”

Chu Ling nodded awkwardly. “The front desk said all the rooms were booked in advance, and there aren’t any extras available right now. If we want to change, we’d have to wait until tomorrow.”

Chu Ling found it ridiculous, it wasn’t even National Day yet! How could the hotel be fully booked?

Then again, it wasn’t impossible. This hotel was quite upscale, so those who valued quality would naturally choose it. And with National Day approaching, many people might be traveling early to avoid the crowds, so room shortages weren’t entirely unexpected.

But…

This was just awkward.

So, who the hell booked this room in the first place?!

Standing in the hallway, Chu Ling stared at the door in silent despair.

Song Qingyi fell silent for a moment.

The culprit was probably Ye Zhiyin.

At the time, Ye Zhiyin had said she would handle the room booking, and Song Qingyi hadn’t paid it any mind she’d forgotten about it immediately. Who would’ve guessed that Ye Zhiyin would book something like this,

A love room.

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