Forced to Act out a Strange Script with a Rival - Chapter 123

The moment their four lips met, it felt like a…

Young people are often the most arrogant and the least willing to admit defeat; that stubbornness can twist into a kind of intensity—a near-obsessive drive that they themselves might not even notice.

Li Ting had always assumed that the ways Si Xiaoxiao treated her differently—those instances of unconditional protection and closeness—were ultimately laced with some flickering, romantic intent.

She did not believe that entirely innocent help or care existed in this world.

Especially since they had met under such circumstances: she had clearly intended to kill her, yet Si Xiaoxiao had chosen to let her go, helped her seek revenge, and had even been willing to… swallow poison.

Though she was still naive and blinded by a colossal debt of hatred, Li Ting could not look Si Xiaoxiao’s passion in the eye. Yet, subconsciously, she… didn’t hate it.

In fact, it wasn’t just a lack of hatred; a sense of possessiveness had begun to sprout.

It was only natural.

Perhaps it wasn’t quite “love.”

But even if a puppy that usually circles only around you suddenly clings to someone else, you’re bound to feel displeased—let alone when it’s a person.

Thus, that unconscious possessiveness grew and wound around her heart like creeping vines.

When Si Xiaoxiao, delirious from a mysterious high fever, acted like a wounded cub seeking shelter—approaching recklessly with a burning body and broken whimpers, murmuring a blurred “Sister”—the secret irritation and the frustration of being misidentified inside Li Ting were instantly magnified.

Not “Sister”… that’s wrong…

Calmly, and with a calculated, manufactured coldness, she reached out and pushed away Si Xiaoxiao, who was nearly hanging off her body.

Her expression became stubborn and earnest, even projecting a high-and-mighty frostiness, as if to draw a definitive line. She stared into Si Xiaoxiao’s eyes—misty from the fever and lost in a daze—and repeated each word clearly, as if warning the other girl and reminding herself:

“I am not your sister.” Her voice was like clashing shards of ice, hard and unquestionable. “I am Li Ting. I am the… Li Ting who once tried to kill you.”

Pushed by her, Si Xiaoxiao slumped weakly onto the soft couch behind them, her scattered black hair accentuating the abnormal flush of her cheeks.

The sudden rejection and the loss of balance made her feel incredibly wronged; her already blurred consciousness grew even more chaotic. The high fever burned through her reason like a wildfire; she felt that the person before her was her only life raft, the only source that could alleviate her pain.

She couldn’t understand complex boundaries or identities. Following instinct, she whispered with a sob, calling out stubbornly over and over: “Sister… Sister Aman…”

To her, the person in front of her was Sister Aman—the one she had always liked so much… Sister Aman…

She didn’t understand, so she followed her instinct and leaned in again.

However, this fragile, unconscious reliance sounded to the conflicted Li Ting like a persistent case of “mistaking her for someone else.”

Instead of evoking pity, it acted like oil on a fire, making the nameless rage and desire for control within the seeker burn even hotter.

At her young age, the Holy Daughter already possessed a cold, almost sadistic sense of oppression.

Even though she was technically the younger-looking one at this moment, the madness and possessiveness etched into her soul were fully revealed.

Faced with this delirious “puppy” who “disobediently” insisted on recognizing the wrong master, she felt it was necessary—and her responsibility—to personally “teach” her to recognize reality.

Thus, she leaned down, pressing close to Si Xiaoxiao on the couch. Their distance was negligible; their breaths intertwined. Li Ting’s gaze was substantial, locking onto Si Xiaoxiao’s dazed eyes. Word by word, with an unyielding force, she taught her clearly:

“It’s Li Ting.”

She emphasized, her voice low yet carrying a strange penetration and dominance: “It’s the Li Ting… whom you only want to see happy.”

Her words were like a command, attempting to forcibly overwrite the chaotic memory fragments in Si Xiaoxiao’s mind.

She would not allow this person to call out someone else’s name… especially not that so-called “Sister!”

What is this feeling… this sensation of a heart catching fire… Clearly, she hadn’t been drugged. She should be rational.

She was not a madwoman.

However, Li Ting’s inner turmoil meant nothing to Si Xiaoxiao. Her brain was too scorched by the heat to think; only the primal instinct of suffering and a thirst for coolness remained.

The faint, cold medicinal fragrance emanating from Li Ting had become her only lifeline.

So, regardless of everything, she lunged forward again. Using the last of her strength, she threw her arms around the cool body in front of her.

She buried her burning cheek into the other’s slightly cool neck, letting out a sigh that was both satisfied and pained.

Faced with the puppy throwing herself into her arms, Li Ting failed to push her away this time.

Feeling the scorching heat and the trembling of the body in her arms, Li Ting stiffened for a moment. Then, a more complex emotion replaced her previous coldness.

Not only did she not push her away, she instead tilted her head slightly, bringing her soft lips to Si Xiaoxiao’s earlobe, which was so red it looked ready to bleed.

It really is time for a lesson.

Her breath was warm and moist, like the softest feather brushing against the extremely sensitive contour of the ear and the side of the neck.

A fire began to burn across both of them.

She lowered her voice, her tone carrying a seductive magic, whispering into Si Xiaoxiao’s ear like a demon’s chant:

“Call my name…”

Her lips inadvertently and very lightly grazed the tip of Si Xiaoxiao’s ear, sending a fine, shuddering sensation through her: “Remember my name… Who am I?”

She guided her, her voice coaxing, yet hidden within it was a powerful demand.

“I am Li Ting… the only one… who can bring you happiness… You must remember me…”

She continued to spark the flame, leaning in with deliberate intent.

Those scorching lips and the hot breath spraying against the side of her neck, mixed with Si Xiaoxiao’s own high fever, threatened to utterly incinerate what little remained of her reason.

“Li… Li Ting?” Si Xiaoxiao curled up, her discomfort intensifying. The emptiness and dry heat deep within her body were agonizing; she could only rely on her lingering consciousness to painfully and brokenly repeat the name that had been forcibly instilled in her.

At this moment, Li Ting did not blame her for her slowness or her lack of familiarity.

Instead, she affirmed her with a near-abnormal tenderness, even though deep within that tone, there still lurked an unquestionable obsession and possessiveness:

“Good girl…” Her voice was extremely soft, like a lover’s murmur. Her fingertips even unconsciously brushed through the strands of hair scattered across Si Xiaoxiao’s cheek. “It’s me… that’s right… it’s me…”

No, she is mine…

A cold, familiar voice exploded without warning deep within her mind.

Li Ting’s entire body jerked into a stiff halt; the arms holding Si Xiaoxiao tightened instantly.

She is…

No! That’s not right…

That voice… who is it?!

A violent, needle-like headache struck suddenly. Li Ting felt as if her consciousness was being forcibly torn apart by a powerful force! She furrowed her brows in agony as her vision began to black out in waves.

Who is it?! Who are you?!

She screamed silently in her heart.

The voice rang out again, carrying a deeper, irrefutable sense of ownership:

She is my most precious lover. Only I can…

Lover?!

These two words were like a thunderclap, booming through her chaotic mind! They brought with them a flood of fragmented images and unbearable pain!

They… are lovers?

Her head hurt… as if it were splitting open…

Under the weight of this violent mental shock, Li Ting’s consciousness became like a candle in the wind, flickering before finally being swallowed entirely by darkness.

She lost consciousness, and She finally woke up.

Visibly, the body that had previously carried a somewhat thin, youthful air began to undergo a subtle transformation.

The lines of her body seemed to become more supple and elegant; the contour of her shoulders quietly broadened. That face, once cold and childish, seemed to be instantly polished by time, gaining the charm and depth of a mature woman.

The adolescent stubbornness between her brows was replaced by a more restrained, yet far more complex emotion. There was concern, heartache, the wild joy of recovering something lost, and… a deeply suppressed, burning passion that was nearly bursting from its cage.

With a force that suggested she wanted to rub the other girl into her very blood and bone, she tightly embraced the delirious Si Xiaoxiao, who was still squirming in discomfort from the fever.

As for Si Xiaoxiao, under the impact of this dual aura and her extreme physical distress, the string known as “reason” finally snapped completely.

She could endure no longer. Following the most primitive and instinctive longing in the depths of her heart, and carrying a courage born of desperation, she pressed her lips against those scorching, soft red lips she had long coveted.

The moment their four lips met, it was like a spark suddenly splashing into a vast, pre-heated sea of oil.

Suppressed emotions, chaotic consciousness, physical desire… in this instant, they were completely ignited by this green yet brave kiss, erupting into flames and light that swept everything away.

The very air seemed to freeze, leaving only their mingling, hot breaths and an ambiguous atmosphere that was on the verge of spiraling out of control.

Li Ting—or rather, the woman inhabiting her—finally got her wish, tasting the most delicious treasure. Her fingertips, her tongue, and even her body responded with overwhelming fervor.

Everything fell into place.

They had once been so close. In their most ignorant years, they had encountered the most stunning person of their lives. But precisely because they met too early, they did not know how to cherish one another, leading them to drift further and further apart until they eventually… became enemies.

Fortunately, there was still a chance for redemption.

However, what needed “redeeming” even more was Si Xiaoxiao’s terrible technique.

As everyone knows, playing an instrument is a technical skill.

Even at a time like this, a person as proud as Si Xiaoxiao would never bow her head.

Support