Forced to Act out a Strange Script with a Rival - Chapter 107

“Li Ting, are we… lovers?”

Xiaoxiao’s reaction was truly delectable.

For once, Li Ting’s thoughts were in perfect sync with her “other self.” A dangerous idea even began to take root in her mind: perhaps it wouldn’t be such a bad thing if Xiaoxiao stayed in this amnesiac state forever.

Pushing down those chaotic, dark thoughts, Li Ting took a deep breath of the damp air—scented with body wash—forcing herself to pull back from the primal urge to practically devour Si Xiaoxiao whole.

Meanwhile, the Si Xiaoxiao before her seemed utterly oblivious to the precariousness of her situation.

When Li Ting looked up, she saw that Xiaoxiao had changed into a cute, plush rabbit onesie. It was a hooded design featuring long, floppy ears and a round, snowy-white cotton tail on the back. The soft material made her look even more petite and harmless; her face was still flushed from earlier, and her eyes sparkled with pure, bright expectation.

She even had the audacity to issue another invitation.

“Sister, let’s sleep together!”

Li Ting felt her throat go so dry she could hardly find her voice. She could only look away, her resolve to refuse crumbling: “You go first. I’ll… be there in a moment.”

With that, Si Xiaoxiao hopped away, seemingly very excited.

Xiaoxiao had picked out the pajamas for her. Li Ting hadn’t thought much of it when she put them on, but she soon realized they were anything but ordinary. They had looked plain enough held in her hands, but in reality, it was… a piece of provocative lingerie.

As she moved, the friction of the fabric alerted Li Ting to something amiss.

The material was incredibly thin and exceptionally form-fitting. The silky fabric clung tightly to her curves, and in key areas—like the chest and waist—it featured even thinner lace or cut-out designs that allowed a cool breeze to graze her skin. This was no conservative loungewear; it was a masterfully designed piece intended to subtly reveal one’s charms.

So, she wears a cute bunny outfit herself while making me wear this… what a bold little brat, Li Ting thought.

“Sister, aren’t you coming out yet? I’ve already warmed up the bed for you!” that girl shouted cheekily from the bedroom.

Fine. Since that’s what she wants.

Li Ting forced herself to stay calm and hurried toward the bedroom, fearing that if she lingered, certain people might lose their nerve despite their bold schemes.

When Li Ting entered, Xiaoxiao had indeed “warmed the bed” as promised. The dim, amber light coated the room like a sweet glaze, blurring the more scandalous details of the nightgown while adding a layer of hazy temptation.

Since things had come to this, she would just have to face it head-on.

Li Ting lifted a corner of the quilt and lay down. The mattress dipped under her weight, and the distance between them vanished instantly. The space under the covers was already infused with Si Xiaoxiao’s body heat and that faint, sweet scent unique to her—mixed with the shared aroma of their body wash.

Li Ting tried to lie flat to avoid touching Xiaoxiao, but her body was inevitably stiff.

However, Si Xiaoxiao was clearly not satisfied with this “safe distance.”

Almost as soon as Li Ting settled, a warm, fuzzy body rolled over. Like a small animal seeking a heat source, Si Xiaoxiao naturally reached out, wrapped her arms around Li Ting’s waist, and buried her head in the crook of Li Ting’s neck, nuzzling contentedly.

“Sister, it’s so warm,” she murmured playfully. Her breath brushed against the sensitive skin of Li Ting’s neck, sending a fine shiver of itchiness through her.

Li Ting froze. That paper-thin nightgown felt practically non-existent now. She could feel the heat of Xiaoxiao’s arms and the soft touch of her body with startling clarity. Through two thin layers of fabric, she could feel Xiaoxiao’s steady, warm heartbeat—a sharp contrast to her own, which had long since lost its rhythm.

“Xiaoxiao…” she tried to speak, hoping to get Xiaoxiao to loosen her grip, or at least… let her breathe.

“Hmm?” Xiaoxiao looked up. In the shadows, her eyes looked exceptionally bright and dewy. “Sister, what’s wrong? Are you uncomfortable?”

As she spoke, her hand unconsciously patted Li Ting’s back gently as if to soothe her, but that movement on Li Ting’s sensitized nerves was like throwing oil onto a fire. Even worse, Xiaoxiao’s legs shifted restlessly, her knee accidentally brushing against the inside of Li Ting’s thigh.

Does she really not understand what she’s doing?

Li Ting took a sharp breath, her body tightening like a drawn bow.

“Don’t move…” her voice was suppressed, sounding noticeably husky.

Xiaoxiao seemed startled by the reaction. She stopped all movement immediately, looking at her with a sense of dazed confusion. “Sister?”

Li Ting closed her eyes and took another deep breath, trying to shove down the surging desire. She told herself that Xiaoxiao was innocent right now—that these actions were likely just a subconscious desire for closeness.

She couldn’t… she couldn’t scare her. She couldn’t let her lust show yet.

However, the other voice inside her sneered.

[Why play the gentleman? She’s delivered herself right to your lips. This defenseless state… isn’t she just waiting for you to take her?]

[Seize her, possess her, make her yours completely…]

The noisy voice was full of temptation, battering Li Ting’s crumbling sanity.

No, no, no! Absolutely not. I cannot give in to that urge. I can’t let you become “me”… so…

Just then, Xiaoxiao seemed to sense Li Ting’s tension and discomfort. She asked softly, with a hint of grievance and hesitation, “Sister… am I too close? Is it making you uncomfortable? Should I… should I let go?”

She made a move to withdraw her hand.

Almost as a reflex, the moment Xiaoxiao’s hand began to move away, Li Ting’s arm snapped shut, pulling her even more tightly into her embrace.

“No,” Li Ting’s voice was low and raspy, carrying a hidden streak of dominance and possessiveness she hadn’t even noticed. “Stay like this… don’t move.”

Being pulled back into that tight, intimate embrace, Si Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment before her face broke into a look of pure surprise and satisfied joy.

She remained obedient, no longer moving restlessly. Instead, she nestled peacefully in Li Ting’s arms, savoring a hug that, while slightly stiff, was incredibly warm. She listened as the heartbeat against her ear gradually quickened, eventually matching the frantic rhythm of her own.

“Sister, we’re already lovers, aren’t we?” she whispered, as if sharing a precious secret.

Li Ting still didn’t answer. She simply rested her chin gently atop Si Xiaoxiao’s head, breathing in the fresh scent of her hair.

She didn’t realize that sometimes, silence breeds nothing but insecurity and uncertainty.

The initial spark of vitality began to drain from Si Xiaoxiao’s voice. She hugged Li Ting tightly and began to murmur small, random things in a soft, sweet tone.

“Sister, can we have pumpkin porridge tomorrow morning?”

“Mm.”

“And fried eggs. Over-easy.”

“Okay.”

“Sister…”

“Hmm?”

She was trying to use the mundane details of daily life to anchor Li Ting, who felt as though she might pull away at any moment. Every question received a response.

And so, she finally summoned her courage.

“Sister, don’t you want to… to me… or rather…” Her fingers unconsciously brushed the fabric at Li Ting’s waist—the spot where the lace was hollowed out. Her fingertips occasionally grazed the bare skin beneath. “Don’t you want to… do something to me?”

Li Ting’s breath hitched again. Her consciousness seemed hazy and languid as she let out a low hum: “Mm?”

There was no rejection… yet there was no initiative, either.

Si Xiaoxiao felt like crying, though she wasn’t entirely sure why. At the same time, she felt an immense sense of happiness; perhaps she was simply exhausted.

In the distance, a familiar bell tolled.

Ah, it really was familiar. Where had she heard it before? It seemed to be… yes, right at the very beginning.

Suddenly, Si Xiaoxiao’s body began to tremble violently. This wasn’t a slight flutter, but an uncontrollable spasm, as if she had been hit by an electric shock. Her curled-up body jolted tense; her fingers gripped the fabric of Li Ting’s nightgown so hard her knuckles turned white.

Li Ting noticed the unusual movement instantly. Her arms reflexively tightened, pulling the shivering girl deeper into her embrace, trying to offer comfort through her own warmth and strength.

She looked down. By the dim light of the wall lamp, she saw Si Xiaoxiao’s brow furrowed tight. Fine beads of cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and the color drained from her face, leaving behind a mask of sheer agony.

“Xiaoxiao? What’s wrong? Where does it hurt?” Li Ting’s voice trembled with a panic she didn’t even recognize. she asked urgently, one hand patting Xiaoxiao’s back while the other cupped her cheek, her fingertips meeting a cold, damp wetness.

Seized by immense pain, Si Xiaoxiao couldn’t think clearly and could only respond through instinct. She let out broken, sobbing groans, sounding utterly fragile: “My head… my head hurts so much…”

Large tears rolled uncontrollably from the corners of her closed eyes, quickly soaking the fabric of Li Ting’s nightgown at her neck. The tears felt scalding hot.

Seeing her in such pain, Li Ting felt as though an invisible hand were squeezing her heart, making it nearly impossible to breathe.

What is happening? Why is she in so much pain?

Could it be… her memories? Is Xiaoxiao starting to remember… is that why…

A profound sense of helplessness and confusion swept over Li Ting. She felt like someone standing on a shore, watching the person most important to her drown in the middle of a lake, unable to find a single rope to throw to her.

All she could do was stroke Xiaoxiao’s hair and back over and over again, repeating hollow comforts in the steadiest voice she could muster: “I’m here, don’t be afraid… it’s okay, Xiaoxiao, I’m here…”

But she couldn’t stop a sob from leaking into her voice.

Finally, Xiaoxiao grew still. Her eyes were brimming with tears, yet she looked up with a stubborn gaze. She spoke.

“Li Ting, are we… lovers?”

She asked the question once more.

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