After Transmigrating into a Book, I Had a Flash Marriage with the Beautiful Crazy Villain - Chapter 42.2

Song Qingyi paused, then nodded slowly. “Okay.”

She’s so thoughtful.

That was Song Qingyi’s thought.

But Chu Ling was actually feeling a little guilty. On one hand, she genuinely didn’t want the wound to accidentally get wet, so wrapping it was a precaution.

On the other hand, it bought her some time.

She admitted she was being an ostrich, but who wouldn’t bury their head in the sand when faced with something awkward?

Chu Ling embraced her ostrich tendencies shamelessly.

Still, no matter how much she delayed, the task couldn’t be avoided. And the hotel staff were very efficient, the cling wrap was delivered to her in no time.

Clutching the plastic wrap, Chu Ling barely felt like she’d stalled at all before she had to return to the room.

With heavy steps, she went back and carefully wrapped Song Qingyi’s wrist, making sure not a single drop of water could seep through.

And then…

Song Qingyi started undressing.

She did so with complete nonchalance, while Chu Ling stood frozen in place, nearly blurting out, Why are you taking your clothes off?!

Though she managed to swallow the words, she bit her tongue in the process, the sharp pain bringing tears to her eyes.

Song Qingyi turned around after putting away her clothes and saw Chu Ling with glistening tears in her eyes. She paused, “You… what’s wrong?”

Chu Ling forced a dry laugh, her gaze flickering, “Haha, I’m fine! Come on, let’s finish washing up quickly so you don’t catch a cold.”

Although the weather here was relatively cool, it wasn’t cold enough to make someone sick.

Song Qingyi knew she was feeling awkward, and her mood instantly lifted.

“In that case, it’s a bit troublesome,” she said, her attitude completely natural, which made Chu Ling’s heart race with unease.

Compared to Song Qingyi’s composure, Chu Ling’s awkwardness was glaringly obvious.

This shouldn’t be the case. Had Song Qingyi actually been to a public bathhouse before? Otherwise, how could she be so at ease?

Chu Ling didn’t dare let her eyes wander, looking everywhere except at the person in front of her.

She turned on the showerhead, her expression so serious it was as if she were conducting an extremely important experiment.

“Alright, you wash yourself first. If there’s anything you can’t manage, just call me. Don’t worry, I absolutely won’t look too much!” Chu Ling assured her, standing sideways, her eyes indeed not lingering on Song Qingyi.

Upon closer inspection, her gaze was unfocused, completely unsure where to look.

Song Qingyi glanced at her several times, but Chu Ling remained in that state, prompting a slight frown.

She couldn’t help but wonder had she lost her appeal? Otherwise, why could Chu Ling resist looking at her?

Yet every time she glanced at Chu Ling, the girl stood firm as a soldier, true to her word not looking even a second longer.

Song Qingyi kept a straight face, suppressing the urge to turn Chu Ling’s head toward her.

Finally, she spoke slowly, “Chu Ling, my hands aren’t very convenient. Could you help me scrub my back?”

Chu Ling’s pupils trembled.

Song Qingyi must have been to a bathhouse before! Otherwise, how could she so casually ask for help scrubbing her back!

But if it was just scrubbing her back… maybe it wasn’t entirely impossible.

This thought flashed through Chu Ling’s mind, and after a moment’s hesitation, she agreed, “Alright.”

She grabbed the bath sponge, lathered it with shower gel, and only after confirming Song Qingyi had turned around did she cautiously let her eyes drift over. Then, holding the sponge, she hesitantly placed it on Song Qingyi’s back.

The skin before her was smooth and fair, Song Qingyi’s back exquisitely beautiful, with faintly visible shoulder blades slender but not bony inviting the urge to kiss them.

Her hair was tied up, revealing a long, graceful neck, completely defenseless as she turned her back to Chu Ling.

Though Chu Ling held the sponge, she couldn’t avoid touching Song Qingyi’s skin.

Once the shower gel was applied, the skin became even smoother. Even the briefest contact sent waves of pleasure through her fingertips.

Chu Ling’s heart raced, her gaze growing increasingly dazed.

Outwardly, she appeared diligently scrubbing Song Qingyi’s back, but inwardly, her mind was wandering.

At such close proximity, she couldn’t be blamed her thoughts spiraled uncontrollably. Even if she restrained her eyes, her imagination ran wild.

And now Song Qingyi had asked her to scrub her back.

Thus, Chu Ling faced the most severe test since transmigrating into this world, her mind a battlefield of conflicting thoughts, the struggle intense.

In the steamy bathroom, neither spoke, and Chu Ling felt the torment grow unbearable, sensing that continuing like this would be disastrous.

Unable to endure any longer, she hastily scrubbed a few more times before rushing out of the bathroom.

“My back is done, you can handle the rest yourself!”

By the time she finished speaking, she had already hurried out to the washroom.

Song Qingyi turned her head, only catching a glimpse of her retreating figure.

She turned on the showerhead, and the sound of rushing water filled the space, washing away the foam on her body and masking the slow, deep exhales.

She wasn’t sure whether she was tormenting Chu Ling or herself.

For the first time, Song Qingyi felt she had made a mistake.

She had underestimated Chu Ling’s effect on her. She had thought she could hold back, that teasing her a little would be harmless.

But the other girl had been absent-minded while scrubbing her back, her gaze lingering intensely on Song Qingyi’s skin so blatantly that it was impossible to ignore.

Under that gaze, Song Qingyi’s back gradually tensed, yet Chu Ling seemed completely oblivious, continuing to scrub with feather-light strokes.

It wasn’t scrubbing at all more like a kitten kneading with its soft paws, sending tingling waves through her entire body.

Song Qingyi was immensely grateful they were in the bathroom, where she was already drenched.

A terrible attempt at collecting interest, one that had backfired on her.

Expressionless, Song Qingyi washed herself hastily.

Thankfully, Chu Ling had wrapped her wound in plastic wrap beforehand, preventing it from getting wet.

The sound of running water in the shower continued for what felt like an unusually long time.

Chu Ling had already prepared the toothpaste and everything in the washroom outside, but Song Qingyi still hadn’t emerged from the shower.

She began to worry maybe using only one hand made things too difficult for her.

So Chu Ling paced outside the shower, wanting to call out but inexplicably hesitant.

When the water kept running for far too long, she finally mustered the courage to check if Song Qingyi was alright just as the shower abruptly stopped.

Before she could even relax, the shower door suddenly swung open, and Song Qingyi stepped out, wrapped in a towel and enveloped in steam.

Chu Ling sucked in a sharp breath and instinctively took half a step back.

Song Qingyi’s expression remained unchanged. “It was too stuffy in there.”

She offered an explanation, but Chu Ling’s mind was too scrambled to process it. Her eyes were instantly drawn to the droplets of water still trailing down Song Qingyi’s exposed skin.

The tiny beads rolled down onto the towel, vanishing almost instantly as they were absorbed.

The dry towel now bore patches of dampness.

Chu Ling gulped audibly, then startled at her own reaction, quickly averting her gaze.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to stare! I was just just checking if your hand got wet!”

Her words tumbled out in a rushed, overly defensive explanation.

Song Qingyi simply watched her calmly, appearing entirely unbothered.

But Chu Ling only grew more flustered, heat creeping up from her feet. When she felt her face burning, she abruptly turned away.

“Uh, you should go freshen up. I already got everything ready for you.”

Song Qingyi said nothing, smoothly stepping past her into the washroom to brush her teeth at a leisurely pace.

Chu Ling wanted to remind her shouldn’t she dry off first? but Song Qingyi was already brushing, so she swallowed the words.

Song Qingyi was wrapped in just a towel, still dripping wet.

The realization made Chu Ling’s head spin, her rationality slowly slipping away.

It wasn’t until Song Qingyi finished brushing her teeth and looked at her, saying, “Could you help me wash my face too?”

That Chu Ling realized there was still the matter of washing her face.

So, she hurried over, but standing in front of the sink, she hesitated again, how was she supposed to do this?

Song Qingyi waited quietly, not urging her.

Chu Ling thought it might have been better if she had preferably with instructions on what to do.

After a moment of contemplation, she asked, “Your hand isn’t convenient today, so let’s skip the facial cleanser for now, okay?”

Song Qingyi stared intently at Chu Ling before finally nodding. “Okay.”

Relieved, Chu Ling wet a cleansing towel, wrung it out, and handed it to her.

Watching Song Qingyi slowly wipe her face, Chu Ling belatedly realized something.

If it was just a cleansing towel, one hand would have sufficed.

Yet Song Qingyi had called for her.

Chu Ling quickly snapped out of her thoughts and found an excuse for Song Qingyi maybe she hadn’t thought of it either!

Fortunately, this awkward moment was about to pass, and things should be smoother from here on.

With this relaxation, Chu Ling suddenly felt the tension from earlier, her muscles even aching slightly.

Glancing at Song Qingyi, who was already preparing to remove her towel and get dressed, Chu Ling swiftly averted her gaze and rushed into the bathroom, planning to take a shower to calm herself down.

Staring any longer would be impolite!

Chu Ling patted her cheeks, trying to clear her jumbled thoughts, then proceeded to shower and wash up.

This time, she didn’t deliberately stall, but when she came out, she discovered Song Qingyi was already asleep.

She’s sleeping so early today was she exhausted?

Chu Ling tiptoed quietly, stealing only occasional glances in case Song Qingyi was pretending to sleep.

But there was no movement at all; she seemed genuinely deep in slumber.

Relieved, Chu Ling thought about waking up early the next day and climbed into bed, planning to scroll through her phone before sleeping.

She had meant to ask Qiu Shuang earlier in the day but had forgotten. Now that she remembered, she decided to message her.

However, Qiu Shuang didn’t reply. Understanding, Chu Ling didn’t wait and turned off her phone, slowly drifting off to sleep.

Perhaps because she had already shared a bed with Song Qingyi a few times, Chu Ling felt increasingly at ease. At the very least, she no longer needed to force herself to sleep, drowsiness came naturally.

Yet when she woke up the next morning, Chu Ling realized her sleeping posture was downright terrible.

Not only was she clinging to Song Qingyi with all four limbs, but her head was also buried in the crook of her neck. In contrast, Song Qingyi slept perfectly straight.

Chu Ling was speechless for a moment, then resolved to carefully extricate herself before the other woman woke up.

Focused on disentangling her limbs, she inevitably neglected everything else.

It wasn’t until she felt an unmistakable gaze that Chu Ling realized Song Qingyi had been awake, watching her for who knew how long.

“Seems like I’m very comfortable to hold.”

Chu Ling: “…”

She was indeed comfortable, but…

Do I look like I dare to speak right now?

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