After Transmigrating into a Book, I Was Entangled by a Crazy and Beautiful Villain - Chapter 52

Even the most oblivious person would sense that something was amiss upon witnessing this scene. The light in the tent wasn’t bright, but Zhang San still clearly saw the overlapping figures of the two people beside her.

Their bodies were obscured by the quilt. Through the raised outline of the quilt, she could tell that Song Linlin was leaning over and resting her upper body on Chi Qianning. Fortunately, the quilt blocked the view, so Zhang San didn’t see exactly where Song Linlin’s hand was placed, preserving everyone’s dignity and preventing Song Linlin from experiencing complete social death.

Zhang San sat still, clutching her quilt in a daze. Song Linlin, interrupted by Zhang San’s cry, also stared blankly at her. All three people fell into silence, and the atmosphere in the tent suddenly became eerily quiet.

Although Zhang San had grown used to Song Linlin and Chi Qianning hugging and cuddling over the past few days—they were always very affectionate—she had gradually stopped caring, assuming they just had an exceptionally close relationship and it was understandable they would cling to each other whenever they had nothing else to do.

But the scene just now—Zhang San was certain she hadn’t been mistaken—these two were about to kiss, weren’t they?!

Especially with that ambiguous posture…

Zhang San felt her understanding of the world had taken quite a hit.

Her lips parted and closed several times as she tried to make a sound and say something, but in the end, she didn’t know what to utter. This matter was simply beyond Zhang San’s comprehension.

“You…”

“You two…”

Zhang San spoke haltingly. Song Linlin stared back at her, and mutual embarrassment filled the air.

Song Linlin hadn’t expected Zhang San to wake up at this precise moment. When she had turned to look earlier, the girl’s breathing was steady, and she was even drooling in her sleep, clearly in a deep slumber.

Yet, at this crucial moment, Zhang San woke up, right on cue. Song Linlin had no idea how much she had witnessed.

Song Linlin had overlooked the key point. Initially, the commotion she and Chi Qianning made was small, mostly just slightly louder breathing and panting.

When Song Linlin started to press her luck, Zhang San, being a cultivator, was still sensitive to sounds around her. She opened her eyes to see her two companions entangled next to her, their faces so close—a clear sign of a secret affair.

After struggling for a while to find the right words, Zhang San’s expression was odd, as if she was holding back something she couldn’t say. She was only a fifteen-year-old girl, and stumbling upon her two companions doing strange things instead of sleeping in the middle of the night was simply too awkward.

“You… were you kissing just now?” Zhang San finally asked in a whisper after a long pause.

Hearing such a direct question, Song Linlin’s face instantly flushed with heat. Her hand was still placed between herself and Chi Qianning, fingers maintaining a gripping posture. She could feel something protruding pressing against the soft flesh of her palm.

The sensation had been soft before, but this new discovery made Song Linlin turn her head slightly, her eyes directed towards Chi Qianning, who was within arm’s reach. Her gaze was filled with an emotion that was difficult to name, somewhere between embarrassment and something else.

Chi Qianning met Song Linlin’s eyes, her pale face completely red. She felt like a boiled shrimp. Already thin-skinned, she became even more rigid now that Zhang San had discovered them.

A cold hand burrowed under the quilt and pulled Song Linlin’s ‘paw’ down. Slender fingers easily grasped Song Linlin’s wrist. Chi Qianning looked at Song Linlin with a gaze full of reproach.

Song Linlin could only turn her head sheepishly. She climbed off Chi Qianning and sat up straight, slightly tidying her messy clothes.

In response to Zhang San’s question, although the girl wasn’t wrong and Song Linlin was tempted to nod, she stubbornly insisted, “No, you must have seen wrong.”

Zhang San: …

Zhang San looked at Song Linlin with utter disbelief. She had seen it clearly just a moment ago; Song Linlin and Chi Qianning were so close that, from Zhang San’s angle, their lips were practically touching.

Yet, Song Linlin could lie so blatantly with her eyes open. Did she think Zhang San was blind?!

Feeling the aggrieved look from Zhang San, Song Linlin could only pretend not to notice. She certainly couldn’t be eager to admit that she wasn’t sleeping in the middle of the night, but was secretly doing something ‘bad’.

“I just saw it, you clearly…” Zhang San pointed at Song Linlin, cutting off her sentence right there. She was too embarrassed to say the rest.

Song Linlin’s mental fortitude was good. Facing Zhang San’s accusation, her expression remained unchanged. She repeated, “No, you just saw it wrong!”

“You, you…”

Zhang San clearly wanted to say more. Chi Qianning also sat up and was seated right next to Song Linlin. Zhang San looked first at Song Linlin, then turned to Chi Qianning. Even in the dim light, she immediately noticed the suspicious red marks lingering on both of their necks.

Before they went to sleep, their necks were perfectly clean. Now, after only this short amount of time, both of their necks were full of marks. It was difficult not to wonder how those marks appeared.

They couldn’t have been bruises from choking, could they?

Zhang San suddenly recalled seeing red marks on Chi Qianning’s neck when they stayed at the inn in Yunxincheng. Combined with the fact that Song Linlin and Chi Qianning shared the same room…

So, had they been hugging and kissing like this every night since then?

The more Zhang San thought about it, the more likely it seemed. Her gaze towards Song Linlin and Chi Qianning became increasingly strange. She wanted to say something but couldn’t get the words out of her throat.

The three people fell into silence. Just as Zhang San finally opened her mouth, intending to speak, Chi Qianning, without warning, reached out and lightly tapped the back of Zhang San’s neck.

The slap wasn’t heavy; the force and angle were perfectly controlled. With just that gentle tap, Zhang San suddenly couldn’t speak, her eyes closed, and her body slumped softly onto the quilt.

Seeing that Zhang San had finally closed her eyes and wouldn’t be questioning her anymore, Song Linlin quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Song Linlin had strong mental fortitude, facing Zhang San’s questions about her and Chi Qianning still made her recall the awkward moment when Zhang San walked in on her and Chi Qianning entwined.

Zhang San definitely wouldn’t wake up for a while now, and there was no need to worry about waking her up. The girl would probably sleep soundly until morning.

Thinking of the kiss that had been interrupted, and the bold actions, only Song Linlin and Chi Qianning were awake now. Song Linlin couldn’t help but turn her head, her eyes fixed on Chi Qianning.

Those actions at the time were certainly prompted by the ambiguous atmosphere, but even more so, they were likely driven by the deepest thoughts in her heart.

Their eyes met. Song Linlin couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed, but upon closer inspection, a hint of expectation seemed to be hidden in her dark-blue eyes.

Chi Qianning averted her gaze. It was unclear if she had noticed the emotions hidden deep within the other woman’s eyes. She exuded a sense of awkwardness, though the blush on her face had subsided considerably, the heat gradually fading, leaving only a faint pink residue on her earlobes.

With the other person silent, Song Linlin didn’t feel comfortable taking the initiative to speak. She just watched her quietly. In the tent, the atmosphere subtly began to cultivate a sense of tenderness.

Song Linlin placed her palm on the quilt, pressing against the soft bedding. She couldn’t control her thoughts and found herself recalling the feeling of her hand gripping that soft mass.

Song Linlin hadn’t dared to use force then, only lightly holding it. The sensation was thrilling, an experience she couldn’t forget after just one touch. Unlike the one she held herself, she found it hard to describe the difference.

Especially after Zhang San walked in on them almost kissing, perhaps due to the stimulation of nervousness, the initially soft object changed, pressing against her palm so obviously that it was difficult to ignore.

Song Linlin realized her thoughts were drifting into strange territory, filled with unspeakable matters. She deeply felt that she had become a pervert.

In this awkward yet ambiguous atmosphere, fearing she might do something more outrageous, Song Linlin dared not look at Chi Qianning anymore. She abruptly lay down, shrinking into the quilt, only leaving her hair exposed outside.

Buried entirely under the quilt, Song Linlin curled up, her voice muffled as it traveled out from under the blanket.

“I’m going to sleep now!”

Song Linlin’s tone carried a hint of panic. It sounded less like she was sleepy and more like she was trying to escape something.

Chi Qianning, who was sitting, glanced at the bulging quilt but ultimately said nothing. She looked down and straightened her now messy shirt. On the surface, she appeared calm, but her inner turmoil was no less intense than Song Linlin’s.

She had never experienced anything like this before. It was probably only during the time she spent with Song Linlin that they began to have frequent physical contact.

In the beginning, Chi Qianning couldn’t help wanting to cling to Song Linlin due to her physical condition. Now, Song Linlin sought contact whenever she had nothing to do.

Faced with this situation, Chi Qianning felt a jumble of emotions and chose a path of passive acceptance, not refusing. Consequently, Song Linlin had become increasingly bold, to the point where she could now be described as pressing her luck.

Unable to sort through her messy thoughts, Chi Qianning also lay down, flat on her back under the quilt. Song Linlin was facing away from Chi Qianning, clearly afraid to turn around and look at her. However, Chi Qianning’s hearing was excellent, and she could naturally hear the strongly forced steady breathing of the person beside her.

After all this commotion, the night was very deep. The bonfire outside the tent had gradually weakened, and the flames were slowly diminishing. The visibility inside the tent grew darker and darker.

Listening to the rustling sounds nearby, Song Linlin felt the indentation in the quilt she was lying on, knowing that Chi Qianning next to her had also lain down.

She was huddled in the quilt, leaving a small gap between them. She didn’t move recklessly to try and touch the other person again. Chi Qianning also lay quietly, making no other movements.

Neither of them broke this small distance. In the quiet environment, only the burning bonfire and the occasional crackle of sparks could be heard. Zhang San’s steady breathing continued, but otherwise, there was complete silence.