Help! Please Take the Heroine Away [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 17

After walking to the bedside and sitting down, she crooked a finger at Ye Qingyu.

Ye Qingyu had never taken care of anyone before and couldn’t quite grasp the meaning of Xie Mingyao’s gesture. She watched in silence for a while, thinking that Xie Mingyao, lazily reclining against the back of the sofa, resembled a cat basking in the sun.

Except this cat was arrogant, refusing to let anyone touch its fur, lest they get scratched by sharp claws.

Xie Mingyao waited for a long time, but Ye Qingyu still didn’t move. Annoyed, she glared at her and lightly kicked Ye Qingyu’s calf with the tip of her foot, her tone dripping with sarcasm: “Are you an idiot? Don’t you know what I do when I get home?”

Ye Qingyu thought for a moment. That day, the first thing Xie Mingyao had done upon returning home was to change her clothes in her room.

Realizing this, Ye Qingyu bent down and scooped Xie Mingyao up from the sofa. Though slender, the girl was surprisingly strong, carrying Xie Mingyao steadily as she headed upstairs.

Xie Mingyao’s world spun for a moment, and when she realized she was being princess-carried in Ye Qingyu’s arms, she was utterly stunned. She immediately started kicking and scolding, “Are you stupid? Put me down right now! I just wanted you to help me change my shoes!”

But by then, Ye Qingyu had already carried her up the stairs. With Xie Mingyao struggling so much, it was incredibly dangerous. She had no choice but to stop on one of the steps and say softly, “Sorry, I didn’t know. But please stop moving.”

Xie Mingyao hadn’t yet realized how perilous it was to struggle in this position. All she could think about was how Ye Qingyu dared to order her around. Her almond-shaped eyes widened in anger as she snapped, “Who gave you the nerve to command me?”

Ye Qingyu frowned slightly, a hint of helplessness crossing her usually indifferent face. Her voice remained gentle as she said, “I’m not commanding you. It’s just too dangerous to struggle here. Stay still, and I’ll put you down.”

Xie Mingyao wanted to scoff and deliver a disdainful retort, but when she glanced down, she saw they were already at least ten steps up. From this height, it did look terrifying. Thankfully, Ye Qingyu was strong enough to keep her steady, if they fell, the consequences would be unthinkable.

“Put me down,” Xie Mingyao demanded, trying to suppress the fear in her voice. She didn’t want to lose face by letting it show, but her expression betrayed a trace of panic. Nervously, she wrapped her arms around Ye Qingyu’s shoulders, clinging to her like an octopus.

Yet after a long wait, Ye Qingyu still hadn’t set her down. Xie Mingyao grew impatient and urged, “Hurry up and put me down!”

“You let go first,” came the calm voice from above her. Ye Qingyu lowered her gaze, her indifferent eyes fixed on Xie Mingyao’s stubbornly clinging hands.

Realizing this, Xie Mingyao’s face flushed red. Once she was finally set down, she awkwardly straightened her clothes and said haughtily, “You idiot, daring to talk back to your master. But since I’m in a good mood today, I’ll let it slide this once. Now follow me upstairs draw my bath first, then help me wash.”

Truthfully, Xie Mingyao had never been the type to have someone assist her in the bath. At most, she’d have the servants prepare the water beforehand. But to humiliate her love rival, she had to go all out.

Ye Qingyu nodded and headed to Xie Mingyao’s room first.

Xie Mingyao’s room occupied the largest space with the best location, featuring floor-to-ceiling windows that bathed the room in abundant sunlight. The floor was covered with a soft, snow-white carpet, and in the center stood a large bed adorned with beige sheets patterned with several red hearts. Yet, for some reason, Ye Qingyu couldn’t help but recall the red strapless dress Xie Mingyao had worn when they first met at the club that day.

Perhaps red bedsheets would look even better, against them, Xie Mingyao’s snow-white skin would appear even more luminous, her jet-black hair cascading like satin over the fabric. The tear mole beneath the corner of her eye would stand out vividly against the red, alluring and enchanting, like a bewitching spirit.

Ye Qingyu tightened her grip on the door handle, took a deep breath to suppress the wild thoughts swirling in her mind, and walked toward the bathroom.

After filling the bathtub with water, Ye Qingyu turned to leave just as she caught sight of Xie Mingyao undressing by the bed. The girl’s back was slightly arched, her spine subtly defined by the movement, her waist slender and delicate, with two pale dimples at the small of her back. As Xie Mingyao began to slip out of her dress, Ye Qingyu hastily averted her gaze.

For some reason, she suddenly felt an overwhelming heat spreading through her body, a restless fire surging in every corner, bringing a fine sheen of sweat especially on her face, which burned unbearably.

Hearing the noise, Xie Mingyao turned her head and immediately spotted Ye Qingyu standing at the bathroom door, her delicate face flushed a rosy hue like the evening clouds.

The way the other girl looked at her was scorching, carrying an invasive intensity that made Xie Mingyao slightly uneasy. With a puzzled expression, she deliberately feigned confusion and asked her system: [System, what’s wrong with the female lead? Does she have a fever?]

For some inexplicable reason, the system suddenly thought: Not a fever more like heat.

Realizing what it had just imagined, the system shook its head vigorously, banishing such dangerous and indecent thoughts from its mind. It quickly defended the female lead: [She’s just shocked that you’re undressing in front of her.]

Xie Mingyao raised an eyebrow, thinking that this system was quite adept at making excuses for the female lead. She hoped it wouldn’t regret its words when certain events unfolded later.

With that in mind, skepticism in her left eye and belief in her right, Xie Mingyao replied: [You might be right.]

Barefoot, she stepped onto the carpet and walked toward the bathroom. Seeing Ye Qingyu still standing there dumbly, she impatiently urged, “Are you just going to stand there?”

The bathtub was already filled with water. Xie Mingyao sank into it comfortably while Ye Qingyu stood silently beside her, not daring to glance into the tub.

After soaking for a while, Xie Mingyao stretched out a hand toward Ye Qingyu, but the other girl refused to look at her, remaining unresponsive for a long moment. Xie Mingyao flicked water at her and scoffed, “All you know how to do is stand there like an idiot. No sense of awareness at all.”

Ye Qingyu lowered her lashes, her voice slightly hoarse. “What do you need?”

Seeing her wooden demeanor, Xie Mingyao grew even more irritated. Waving her hand dismissively, she glared and snapped, “Get out! Just get out! I’m sick of dealing with a blockhead like you.”

Without another word, Ye Qingyu fled the bathroom as if chased by a ghost.

Watching the entire scene, the system couldn’t help but sigh: [Look how you’ve scared our female lead.]

Xie Mingyao curled her lips into a meaningful smile. [Indeed, she was scared.]

After years of acting in the entertainment industry, she had long since figured out exactly what was going on with Ye Qingyu. A naive female lead like this, trapped in the mud controlling her would be child’s play.

However, she had no intention of sharing these thoughts with the system.

After stepping out of the bathroom, Ye Qingyu should have left, but she found herself lingering inexplicably by the door.

The girl in the bathtub stepped out, turned on the shower, and soon the bathroom was filled with steam, becoming hazy and indistinct. Standing outside the frosted glass door, Ye Qingyu could vaguely make out a slender figure moving behind it, though the details were unclear.

The room was quiet, save for the soft patter of water against the glass door. In Ye Qingyu’s mind, the image of Xie Mingyao by the bedside earlier resurfaced.

But before she could dwell on it for long, the sound of running water in the bathroom abruptly stopped. Interrupted, Ye Qingyu snapped out of her thoughts and froze slightly, realizing what she had just been imagining.

They were both girls, so why…

Before she could untangle her chaotic thoughts, the person inside the bathroom emerged, wrapped in a towel.

Her damp, long hair was bundled up in a towel atop her head, though a few strands had escaped, water trickling down them and pooling slightly in the hollow of her collarbone.

Her delicate, beautiful face was streaked with water, giving her an air of purity, while the tear mole that stirred restless desires added a touch of alluring decadence, making it impossible to look away.

Seeing Ye Qingyu staring at her dazedly again, Xie Mingyao was already used to it. Without even glancing at her, she sauntered past Ye Qingyu, sat down on the bed, and crooked a finger at her.

“Come here.”

It sounded like she was summoning a dog utterly devoid of respect but Ye Qingyu didn’t seem to notice, almost eagerly stepping forward.

She stopped only when she was barely a step away from Xie Mingyao, still moving closer until her shadow nearly enveloped the other girl. Xie Mingyao, momentarily flustered, lifted her damp foot and pressed it against Ye Qingyu’s chest.

“What are you doing? Stop.”

Only then did Ye Qingyu snap out of her daze. Halting, she realized she had backed Xie Mingyao into leaning so far back that she had to brace herself with her hands on the bed, or else their faces would have touched.

Her gaze dropped to the foot pressed against her.

The pampered young miss was flawless even down to her feet, pale and smooth, with faint blue veins trailing upward. Fresh from the shower, her skin bore a soft pink hue, her toes like delicate pink flower buds.

And because of how high she had lifted her leg, the hem of the towel had ridden up slightly, revealing just a bit more from Ye Qingyu’s vantage point.

Her eyes darkened. Taking a step back, she let Xie Mingyao’s foot drop abruptly. Xie Mingyao shot her an annoyed glare.

“Idiot, who told you to move back? Whatever, forget it. Go get the body lotion in the clear bottle from the bathroom and help me apply it.”

She usually did it herself, but now she had every intention of ordering around this rival who dared covet her fiancé.

Ye Qingyu hurriedly turned and went back into the bathroom.

The steam had mostly dissipated, but the floor was still wet, the air thick with lingering moisture and most notably, the faint scent of roses.

She took a deep breath before walking to the shelf to search for the lotion Xie Mingyao had mentioned.

No wonder she always carried that subtle rose fragrance even her shower gel, body lotion, and essential oils were the same scent.

Just as she was about to leave with the lotion, Xie Mingyao’s words suddenly echoed in her mind.

Wipe her down.

Her hands had to be thoroughly clean. Thinking this, she took two steps back, turned on the faucet, and let the warm water flow over her palms. Lowering her gaze, she spotted the bottle of rose-scented body wash. As if guided by some unseen force, she moved her hand and pressed down on the pump…

By the time she stepped out, Xie Mingyao was already leaning against the headboard, lazily adjusting her crossed legs before turning slightly to the side, waiting for Ye Qingyu to apply the body lotion while she focused intently on her game.

Engrossed in the game, Xie Mingyao didn’t notice at all that Ye Qingyu had used her body wash, leaving a faint trace of rose fragrance on her hands.

Under the warm glow of the small bedside lamp, Xie Mingyao’s skin, pale as mutton-fat jade, took on a soft radiance. Ye Qingyu’s gaze darkened as she openly traced her lotion-coated fingers over the girl’s skin smooth and delicate, a sensation that lingered addictively.

The moment Ye Qingyu’s fingertips made contact, Xie Mingyao stiffened slightly. But soon, under Ye Qingyu’s gentle movements, she gradually relaxed, surrendering to her care.

Ye Qingyu’s tall, slender figure was half-hidden in the shadows. Bathed in the warm yellow light, her eyes fixated on the places she had touched, her gaze growing darker, her movements drifting steadily higher.

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