Forced to Act out a Strange Script with a Rival - Chapter 110

Immediately following that, a sensation as dense and fine as spring rain, yet…

Li Ting’s face turned deathly pale in an instant. It felt as if every drop of blood in her body had surged back to her heart at that moment, only to be completely drained away the next, leaving behind a cold and hollow husk. She felt the ground beneath her feet swaying; her body became uncontrollably unsteady, like a reed in a violent storm about to be uprooted, fragile and defenseless.

Did I mess up again…

Has Xiaoxiao… regained her memories already?

In truth, Li Ting had a premonition about the restoration of Xiaoxiao’s memory as early as last night. However, she hadn’t dared to confirm it; she could only play the fool despite her understanding, hoping that the fall of the gavel of judgment might be delayed just a little longer.

She thought they still had time.

“I’m sorry, I…” She struggled to rein in her emotions. Her voice was as dry as sandpaper rubbing against her throat, carrying a distinct tremor. She lifted her head, attempting to meet that icy gaze, wanting to explain, wanting to redeem herself, even if the hope was infinitesimal.

However, Si Xiaoxiao gave her no chance to organize her words. She immediately wore an expression of profound contempt. Her eyes looked as if they were staring at something filthy and repulsive, and the curve of her lips was steeped in irony.

“Li Ting, you really are a pervert…” she spoke. Her voice wasn’t loud, yet every word was crystal clear, like ice picks slamming into Li Ting’s already riddled heart. “Was it fun playing me? You could actually lay a hand on a minor who had no cognitive or judgmental capacity, who knew nothing of the outside world?”

It was starting again—the quarreling between them… yet again… a repetition of the past.

“I…” Li Ting clenched her fists so tightly that her knuckles turned a ghostly white. A surge of defense was choked in her throat, yet she found herself powerless to argue. Deep in her heart, she knew she was not entirely innocent.

Starting from that instance of drunken self-indulgence, she had long been unable to deceive herself. Even back then, she had harbored desires for Xiaoxiao—desires that had continuously expanded and fermented under the incessant coaxing of her second personality… and she indeed had harbored extreme thoughts.

So, she was indeed disgusting.

Except… there was one accusation she had to deny.

That was not the sum of her heart, nor was it the original intent behind her actions.

“I never thought of playing you.” Li Ting’s voice carried a sort of fractured determination. She knew she had to say something, or else… they would once again walk into that same old dead end.

She couldn’t let that happen. Absolutely not.

Hurt me, Xiaoxiao. No matter what you say to me, I will accept it all, because…

It should have been like this long ago—giving my heart entirely to the Princess.

She would simply wait for her judgment.

“Xiaoxiao, I only want to be with you. It has nothing to do with the system, and it’s not just about a kiss… You are special. In my heart, you are extremely important.” She made her final explanation, using her true heart, without a single lie.

As Si Xiaoxiao listened to her defense, a glimmer of something flashed rapidly in her eyes, like the last remaining spark in the ashes. But that light was instantly eclipsed by a more turbulent, more obvious rage.

She knew how to make Li Ting’s heart hurt the most; she knew exactly which words could slice through all her defenses like a precision blade.

“Is that so? I certainly don’t feel that way.” Si Xiaoxiao sneered. There was no warmth in that laugh, only biting ridicule. “You are so hypocritical.”

She pressed a step forward, the distance between them so close they could almost feel each other’s heavy, ragged breathing.

“While you were enjoying ‘my’ dependence and closeness, you were calculating those filthy thoughts in your heart, yet you didn’t even dare to acknowledge a clear relationship. Li Ting, this isn’t called ‘liking’ someone—this is called possessiveness, a control fetish. You’re just afraid of losing a possession that belongs entirely to you!”

Her words were like a barrage of gunfire, each one harsher and more piercing than the last.

Only by wounding each other until they were completely broken could the truest reactions be forced out—only then could they see the core, the most essential need hidden beneath layers of fog and hurt.

“I… I didn’t…” Li Ting denied it in agony. She was shaking all over from the sting of Xiaoxiao’s words, her face turning even paler.

She craved Xiaoxiao’s proximity, yet when Xiaoxiao actually drew near, she wanted to push her away out of fear. This contradiction was something even she loathed, yet she could not escape it.

In the final analysis…

“In the final analysis, you just don’t like me.” But Xiaoxiao did not wait for her to sort out her thoughts. She delivered a sharp, categorical verdict in a cold and hopeless tone. Seeing Li Ting’s appearance—struggling in pain yet never daring to take that final step—her heart felt as if it had been submerged in a frozen sea, the chill bone-deep.

Don’t like her?

I… don’t like her?

This conclusion felt like a rusted saw, dragging back and forth across Li Ting’s heart, bringing a dull, humiliating pain.

No, that wasn’t it!

A powerful torrent, almost enough to burst through her chest, suddenly overwhelmed all reason and fear.

Li Ting instinctively, almost hysterically, resisted this cruel judgment. The mask of calm she had so meticulously maintained shattered completely, finally revealing the suppressed, frenzied, and uncontrollable reality beneath.

She snapped her head up, her eyes rimmed with red, swirling with an emotion so intense it bordered on obsession. “It’s not that I don’t like you. It’s that I like you too much. It is love! It is an uncontrollable desire, an inextinguishable craving!”

Before the words had even finished falling, she moved as if driven by some powerful force, abruptly taking another step forward.

This time, she no longer hesitated, no longer restrained herself. Ignoring Si Xiaoxiao’s instinctive half-step back and the hand she raised to push her away, she used a near-brutal strength to pull her tightly, forcefully, into her arms.

This embrace was unlike any they had shared before.

It no longer wore a mask of gentleness; there was no more cautious testing.

It was scorching and forceful, carrying a desperate, all-or-nothing resolve. It was the kind of strength that refused to be denied—a force that would violently fuse their flesh and blood together even if she were to be stabbed and bloodied by the other’s thorns.

Li Ting’s arms were like iron bands clamped around Si Xiaoxiao’s waist and back. Their bodies were pressed together without a single gap; they could almost feel the rhythm of each other’s hearts drumming wildly within their chests—so intense, so clear.

It felt as if only an embrace like this could allow her to maintain even a shred of sanity.

Li Ting buried her face in the hollow of Si Xiaoxiao’s neck. Her voice was muffled, yet it carried an unprecedented clarity and resolve, as if she were exerting every ounce of her strength. However, her tone held a vulnerability and a sob that contrasted sharply with her forceful actions: “I’ve tried so hard… I’ve tried so, so hard… Why can’t I ever get it right? Why… do you still hate me? Was my acting not good enough…?”

Her layers of disguise finally fell away before the person she loved, and her vision blurred instantly.

Si Xiaoxiao was stunned by this sudden, desperate outburst and the embrace so tight it was almost suffocating.

The strength of her struggle gradually slackened when she felt the scalding wetness against her neck. Li Ting’s tears felt like corrosive lava, dripping onto her bare skin and bringing a searing sting that burned all the way to her heart.

She could clearly feel the trembling of Li Ting’s body and hear her suppressed, broken sobs.

The massive contrast between that domineering embrace and the fragile weeping was like an invisible hand squeezing her heart. It caused her heart, which had been filled with anger and grievance, to involuntarily swell with a dense, aching bitterness and… an indescribable pang of pity.

“Then choose me firmly—tell me firmly…” Si Xiaoxiao’s eyes were red, like a small animal backed into a corner yet unable to truly harden its heart. The pain in her chest made it difficult to breathe, and her voice carried a tremor and an anticipation she hadn’t noticed herself: “Tell me you love me.”

Not a roundabout hint, not an ambiguous probe, but a clear, unmistakable, and resounding declaration.

Otherwise, how could she ever truly understand!

Li Ting lifted her tear-blurred face, gazing closely at Si Xiaoxiao’s reddened eyes and trembling lips. Those cat-like eyes, usually filled with pride or mischief, now clearly reflected her own wretchedness and helplessness.

She couldn’t help but think distractedly that she was supposed to be capable of crying beautifully… so why was she such a mess? It was truly unsightly.

Si Xiaoxiao did not, as she had expected, take advantage of her lapse in strength to break free from the forceful embrace, nor did she use colder words to continue attacking her vulnerability.

On the contrary, the hands that had been pressed against her chest with the force of resistance quietly softened. Then, a slightly cool hand gently cupped her wet cheek, her fingertips brushing away the damp strands of hair clinging to her temple with an imperceptible tenderness.

Immediately following that, kisses as fine as spring rain and as soft as feathers fell upon Li Ting’s face with an almost devout compassion.

These kisses held no erotic provocation; there was only a deep, overflowing sense of heartache and forgiveness.

They spoke silently: I see your mess, I accept your flaws, and I am here.

“I’ve already made you angry…” Li Ting’s voice was hoarse, and cold teardrops fell onto Si Xiaoxiao’s shoulder. She asked with uncertainty, “Is it… is it already too late?”

This time, it was Si Xiaoxiao’s turn to remain silent.

Because she didn’t know.

But… what she was certain of was that today’s quarrel had meaning. Peeling back the layers of their hearts, though bloodied and raw, was meaningful. At the very least, it allowed them to draw closer, didn’t it?

Right then, the sound of a distant bell rang simultaneously in both of their ears.

The sound was long and ethereal, possessing an unearthly quality that pierced through the barriers of reality like a specter.

It was familiar, yet strangely foreign.

Both realized at once: it was the System… the System had returned once again.

And this time, that cold, mechanical voice—tinged with a malicious sense of amusement—broadcast clearly in their minds, bringing with it:

[Upcoming Script: ???]

[Keywords: Threesome (Pseudo) / Conquest / Shura Field (Battlefield of Jealousy)]

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