After Transmigrating into a Book, I Had a Flash Marriage with the Beautiful Crazy Villain - Chapter 48.1

The atmosphere suddenly turned perilous. Chu Ling swallowed hard, inexplicably afraid to blink under Song Qingyi’s piercing gaze.

There was a strange sense that if she blinked, the tension between them would shatter.

Carefully maintaining the fragile standoff, neither spoke for a long moment, the only sound between them the steady rhythm of each other’s breathing.

After what felt like an eternity, Chu Ling finally regained enough clarity to realize that this stalemate couldn’t continue. She decided to break the silence first.

“Song QingyI are you still sober?”

Yet her voice seemed to flip a switch. The moment Song Qingyi heard it, her gaze sharpened, as if she had finally confirmed her prey.

And then,

She leaned in and kissed her.

Chu Ling could only watch as Song Qingyi’s face suddenly loomed closer, her mind blanking until she belatedly registered the press of lips against her own. Her eyes widened slowly in shock.

But in the brief span of her daze, Song Qingyi had already begun her conquest, growing increasingly bold.

Caught off guard, Chu Ling’s lips parted slightly just enough to give the other woman an opening. And from there, things spiraled out of control.

Something slick and soft brushed against her, sending her nerves into chaos.

“Mmph!”

She finally snapped back to reality and tried to push Song Qingyi away. But she was completely trapped, wrapped up in the other woman’s arms, held in place with unyielding strength. There was no escape.

To her dismay, her struggles didn’t bring Song Qingyi to her senses. Instead, they only spurred her on, making her kiss even more fiercely.

It was a ruthless, domineering kiss, an unrelenting plunder that Chu Ling couldn’t evade. Soon, tears welled in her eyes.

She had no idea how long the kiss lasted time lost all meaning. Her thoughts grew hazy, her entire world narrowing down to the sensations in her mouth, amplified beyond reason until they flooded her mind completely.

Tremors wracked her body.

Chu Ling felt as if she’d been thrown into boiling water, or placed over an open flame, burning away her last shreds of reason. All she could do was helplessly endure Song Qingyi’s sudden assault.

There was no dodging, no fleeing only surrender.

But the storm of the kiss was too overwhelming. Chu Ling instinctively tried to retreat, only to realize, with shameful clarity, that she couldn’t. Worse, her body had gone limp, yielding to the pleasure.

And then, just like that, Song Qingyi’s kiss changed.

It gentled, turning coaxing and tender, as if soothing her. The pressure eased, replaced by a slow, deliberate savoring that steadily eroded what little remained of Chu Ling’s rationality.

Her mind was boiling over. She couldn’t think at all, barely even registering when Song Qingyi finally pulled away. In fact, when the other woman withdrew, Chu Ling unconsciously chased after her lips.

Finding nothing, she blinked up at Song Qingyi with dazed, watery eyes.

A low chuckle sounded above her.

“Lingling… it felt good, didn’t it?”

Chu Ling jolted, snapping back to reality. The haze of desire in her eyes faded slightly.

She stared at Song Qingyi, lips parting but no sound came out.

What was she supposed to ask? Why she had kissed her?

Even now, Chu Ling clung to her ostrich mentality, convincing herself that maybe it was just the alcohol clouding Song Qingyi’s judgment.

Or maybe… it was simply because she happened to be the one by her side.

The thoughts in her mind surged violently, but Chu Ling suddenly calmed down, even turning somewhat cold.

She looked at Song Qingyi with a very serious gaze. “Song Qingyi, I am not Ye Zhiyin.”

The name Ye Zhiyin echoed in Song Qingyi’s mind, and her expression gradually twisted with anger. “Ye Zhiyin? You’re bringing up Ye Zhiyin at a time like this?!”

Her reaction was intense, just as expected.

Chu Ling lowered her eyes and averted her gaze. “I’m just telling you that I’m not Ye Zhiyin, so… don’t use me as her substitute.”

There was no movement from above, and Chu Ling unexpectedly felt a strange sense of calm within herself. She had once thought the idea of being a substitute was laughable, but now she realized how ridiculous her past self had been.

Yet the next second, her face was forcibly cupped and turned back. Chu Ling looked up in shock, only to find Song Qingyi’s expression…

Indescribably complex.

She felt slightly bewildered. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Song Qingyi didn’t answer, instead scanning her with a peculiar gaze.

Chu Ling sensed something was off and was about to speak when Song Qingyi above her said, “Not a substitute. Lingling, I know it’s you.”

Song Qingyi exhaled in relief. Though she didn’t understand why Chu Ling would think such a thing, she was immensely grateful that she had no feelings for Ye Zhiyin.

She leaned down, clinging to Chu Ling, burying her face in the crook of her neck, greedily inhaling her scent as she murmured plaintively.

“Lingling, why didn’t you come to fight for the first comment? Am I not attractive enough to you anymore?”

“You’re so bold online, why so restrained in real life?”

“Lingling, look at me… You can only look at me…”

Hot breaths and whispered words poured into Chu Ling’s ears, one after another.

But Chu Ling froze in stunned silence, as if she had suddenly lost the ability to comprehend language.

What did Song Qingyi mean?

What was she saying? What first comment?! Had she seen everything? Did she know Chu Ling had been watching her videos?!

And worse, did she know about the flirtatious comments Chu Ling had left under them?!

And… what did that last sentence mean?!

Each word made sense on its own, but strung together, they became utterly incomprehensible.

Chu Ling was stunned by these three sentences, her mind a tangled mess. No matter how she tried, she couldn’t make sense of it.

She squirmed slightly, instinctively wanting to push Song Qingyi away so she could calm down alone.

But her movement was misinterpreted as an attempt to escape, and Song Qingyi only held her tighter.

“Lingling, don’t run.”

Her voice burned with boundless affection.

Chu Ling felt almost scorched by the heat of her words, but before she could even respond, she felt sharp, scattered bites.

Song Qingyi was nibbling at her.

She gasped softly but couldn’t stop it.

It felt like a punishment, driven purely by instinct. But Chu Ling couldn’t take it anymore and tried to break free from Song Qingyi’s relentless kisses.

Yet no matter how she struggled, she couldn’t escape, forced to endure the bites.

Soon, Chu Ling had no room for further thought, overwhelmed once more by the rising tide of heat. She arched her neck like a fish gasping for air.

“Song… Qingyi… stop… it hurts…”

She tried intermittently to bring Song Qingyi back to her senses, but the other woman paid no heed, continuing relentlessly.

Her lips were captured again…

Her mind was in chaos.

“Hmm, okay…”

As soon as the words left her lips, Chu Ling belatedly felt a chill. Dazed, she looked up and realized Song Qingyi had pulled the blanket aside.

But just as her senses returned for a fleeting second, Chu Ling was swallowed by the turbulent emotions in Song Qingyi’s eyes.

Those eyes seemed capable of drowning her at least, once Chu Ling met them, she couldn’t look away.

“Lingling, mine.”

Song Qingyi called out affectionately before pressing down on her again.

Song Qingyi had finally waited for this moment, ready to unwrap the gift she had long anticipated.

Though the wait had been lengthy, she was patient as she unwrapped it, even if her movements betrayed a hint of urgency.

But she couldn’t be blamed, the wrapping paper around the gift was simply too vexing, forcing her to resort to slightly more forceful methods.

The results were delightful. Only a few scraps of paper remained on the gift.

This sent Song Qingyi into a frenzy of excitement. Her expression was utterly alluring, her tone intoxicating, and finally, she peeled away the last of the wrapping to reveal the gift in its entirety.

Without a doubt, she was immensely satisfied with this gift.

To express her satisfaction, Song Qingyi decided to savor it thoroughly.

She was patient, carefully soothing the gift’s emotions, and was rewarded with a surprise just as wonderful as she had imagined.

She had waited so long for this gift; one time was far from enough.

Even when the gift signaled it couldn’t continue, as its owner, Song Qingyi felt it wasn’t enough.

So once, twice, thrice… it went on until nearly dawn before finally stopping.

The gift’s owner, now fully sated, embraced her beloved gift and drifted into a deep sleep.

When Chu Ling opened her eyes the next day, she felt disoriented, as though unsure of what day or even era it was.

She blinked, waiting for her brain to boot up.

Then, all the memories from the previous night flooded her mind at once, the sheer volume of information leaving her momentarily stunned.

Last night.

Chu Ling’s breath hitched. She tried to turn her head sharply but found herself immobilized.

Only then did she realize she was being held tightly, a familiar, elegant arm wrapped around her waist…

But now was not the time to admire it!

Even without looking back, she knew exactly who was restraining her.

The moment she recalled what Song Qingyi had done last night and how easily she had been lured into it, Chu Ling felt a headache coming on.

Let her sort this out.

Last night, Song Qingyi had been drunk. Right, and she had gone to pick her up.

From the looks of it, Song Qingyi had been drinking with Ye Zhiyin…

Wait, no that wasn’t the point. The point was, Song Qingyi seemed to… not like Ye Zhiyin?!

Chu Ling’s mind suddenly replayed the way Song Qingyi had looked at her last night, the whispered words breathed into her ear.

It exploded in her mind like fireworks.

Song Qingyi… Song Qingyi didn’t like Ye Zhiyin?!

Chu Ling swallowed hard, processing this information, before an uncontrollable thought surfaced in her mind.

Song Qingyi, those words she had spoken last night.

It seemed Song Qingyi liked her.

But, why?

Chu Ling’s first reaction wasn’t joy but confusion.

From her perspective, the two of them should have had no prior connection their blind date had been their first meeting, hadn’t it?

They had only met once and spent a short time together. Why would Song Qingyi like her?

The time was too brief. If it was love at first sight…

Chu Ling hesitated. She didn’t think the other woman was the type to fall in love at first sight.

Even though Song Qingyi had said all that, Chu Ling still found it hard to believe.

She was fully aware that love at first sight was something that simply couldn’t happen to her.

She felt she really needed time to think things through especially since Song Qingyi even knew about the flirtatious comments she’d left under videos, knew her online alias. This was practically the most mortifying thing ever!

Wait… was it possible that Song Qingyi had noticed her because of those flirty comments?

Wouldn’t that make it even more mortifying?!

No, no, no. Whatever the reason, she had to leave right now!

Her chaotic thoughts refused to settle, only growing messier the more she tried to untangle them.

Chu Ling took a deep breath and tried to pry the arm wrapped around her waist away.

Song Qingyi was still asleep, this was the perfect chance to slip away!

But… she couldn’t move it.

Chu Ling: “…”

Impossible. No matter how much the other woman worked out, the difference in their strength shouldn’t be this extreme, right? She couldn’t even budge an arm while the other was asleep?

Was she really that weak?

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