Help! Please Take the Heroine Away [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 18

After finishing a round of the game, Xie Mingyao felt that the body lotion had been applied sufficiently and lifted her foot to step on Ye Qingyu again.

“Stop.”

Ye Qingyu’s dark eyes were as cold and clear as a wintry pool, but when they landed on the towel wrapped around Xie Mingyao’s body now at her waist, a ripple of emotion flickered in her gaze.

She awkwardly averted her eyes, as if scalded, feeling even hotter than when she had been applying the lotion with her hands. In a low voice, she asked, “What’s wrong?”

Xie Mingyao lifted her chin imperiously, her soft voice delivering an unyielding command: “Alright, you can leave now.”

The girl’s expression was one of disdain, as if she were on the verge of saying, “Consort, you may withdraw. Your service is lacking, and We do not wish to see you.”

Ye Qingyu found it amusing and was about to respond when she suddenly saw Xie Mingyao stand up from the bed, remove the only towel covering her body, and begin applying body lotion.

The faint fragrance of roses dispersed in the air. Ye Qingyu watched as the girl’s slender, fair fingers glided over the skin of her arms. In that moment, her breathing grew slightly uneven.

The dim yellow light from the bedside lamp cast shadows in the quiet room, and the atmosphere suddenly turned ambiguous.

Ye Qingyu’s feet seemed nailed to the floor, unmoving. Her eyes darkened slightly, lost in thought, while Xie Mingyao gave her a suspicious glance.

“Why are you still here?”

Having just used her, Xie Mingyao was now urging her to leave such audacity. Yet, for some reason, Ye Qingyu found it perfectly natural. She stepped forward but not toward the door.

When she reached Xie Mingyao, she leaned in, bringing her face so close that their noses nearly touched.

The sudden proximity of that beautiful face startled Xie Mingyao. Her eyes widened, and she instinctively shrank back, stammering, “Wh-what are you doing?!”

Seeing Xie Mingyao’s wary expression, Ye Qingyu felt as though the girl were a kitten about to extend her harmless claws to scratch her soft, mewling, and coquettishly sweet.

The corner of Ye Qingyu’s lips curled slightly as she took a deep breath of the faint rose scent in the air and bent down further…

Xie Mingyao stared at the increasingly close face, her gaze involuntarily dropping to those pale pink lips. Was she about to kiss her?

Had she fallen so deeply, so quickly?

Seeing no way to escape, Xie Mingyao was torn between closing her eyes or kicking her away when Ye Qingyu suddenly stopped.

Then, one second, two seconds, three seconds passed…

She didn’t move at all.

Xie Mingyao was baffled, her clear almond-shaped eyes filled with confusion. But then she saw Ye Qingyu pick up the hair towel that had fallen by the bedside and slowly straighten up.

“Master, I haven’t dried your hair yet,” the girl’s cool, crisp voice sounded in Xie Mingyao’s ear.

Xie Mingyao’s face flushed instantly.

So she had been overthinking it earlier.

But as a prideful young lady who valued face above all, how could she admit to such a misunderstanding? Getting angry over it would only make her look even more ridiculous if discovered.

So she could only sulkily finish applying the lotion and put on the freshly laid-out pajamas.

This time, Xie Mingyao moved to the sofa, sitting down with an indifferent glance at Ye Qingyu, who was holding the towel. Lifting her chin like a haughty little princess, she commanded, “Didn’t you say you’d dry my hair? What are you standing there for?!”

Ye Qingyu walked behind Xie Mingyao and gently dried her still-damp hair with a towel, her movements incredibly tender.

The towels were absorbent, and since it was summer, after using two towels and drying for a while, her hair quickly became dry.

The girl being served wore an expression of utter entitlement, not the slightest bit embarrassed. Once her hair was dry, she waved her hand dismissively, casually telling Ye Qingyu to get lost.

Ye Qingyu paused for a moment, then picked up the damp towels and the clothes that had been changed out of on the bed before stepping outside. Seeing this, Xie Mingyao raised an eyebrow, thinking the female lead was surprisingly compliant.

Downstairs, the servants were still busy. Ye Qingyu asked where the washing machine was and took the clothes to wash them.

While waiting, she didn’t rush to leave. Instead, she leaned against the nearby wall, silently reciting the material she had learned that day as she waited for the clothes to finish washing and drying.

After folding the clean clothes, Ye Qingyu carried them upstairs. When she pushed open the bedroom door, the last small nightlight in the room had already been turned off. Relying on the faint light from the hallway, she could see a small lump curled up in the middle of the bed.

She had fallen asleep.

Ye Qingyu knew she should leave, but as if compelled by some unseen force, she stepped closer to the bed.

Her shoes made no sound against the soft carpet as she approached. By the time she reached the bedside, her eyes had adjusted to the darkness of the room.

Her gaze lightly swept over Xie Mingyao, who was wrapped in the blanket, revealing only half of her pale face and a mess of long hair. The usual cold indifference in Ye Qingyu’s dark eyes gradually softened with a hint of tenderness.

Her sleeping face was serene, completely different from the bold, radiant expression she wore when awake. The blanket was pulled tightly around her, staining her cheeks with a faint, rosy flush that made her already stunning features even more captivating.

Her sleeping posture was unconsciously curled up, as if she lacked a sense of security. A faint, elusive scent of roses drifted from her, like a flower blooming in the night.

Ye Qingyu’s breathing grew even lighter, like a predator afraid of startling its prey. Her dark eyes greedily yet quietly fixated on what she considered hers.

For some reason, Ye Qingyu suddenly recalled the dream she’d had the night her mother had the accident. That evening had been too chaotic, and the dream had been quickly forgotten in the panic. But now, inexplicably, it resurfaced in her mind.

So why, despite being a girl herself, did she harbor such an unimaginable, filthy desire for Xie Mingyao?

This thought drove her even closer to the sleeping Xie Mingyao.

Her heart pounded rapidly, and a thin layer of sweat formed in her palms. Ye Qingyu had never felt so tense before.

The girl’s soft breath brushed against her cheek, and her long, thick eyelashes trembled slightly. Ye Qingyu froze, instinctively wanting to hide, but then she realized Xie Mingyao was still asleep.

She paused, and sure enough, after waiting a moment, Xie Mingyao remained peacefully asleep though she had kicked the blanket off in her restlessness.

She really was a restless sleeper.

Ye Qingyu bent down and quietly picked up the fallen blanket, carefully draping it back over Xie Mingyao. But just then, Xie Mingyao’s hand suddenly wrapped around her wrist.

Ye Qingyu’s heart suddenly clenched. She nervously looked up, only to see Xie Mingyao still with her eyes closed. The earlier movement seemed like an illusion, yet the grip on her wrist was undeniably real.

She lowered her gaze, pondering what to do, when Xie Mingyao abruptly pulled hard. Caught off guard, Ye Qingyu tumbled toward Xie Mingyao. Just before she could crash onto her, Ye Qingyu managed to brace herself with her hands on the bed.

However, their lips inevitably met.

Soft, warm, carrying that faint scent of roses, it was as if she could taste a hint of sweetness.

The usually composed and calm Ye Qingyu widened her eyes in shock. She knew she should pull away, yet she found herself pinned as if weighed down by an immovable mountain, unable to rise.

Like a starving, greedy beast finally sinking its teeth into its long-coveted prey, Xie Mingyao seemed desperate to devour everything, to merge them into one.

Ye Qingyu’s kiss was inexperienced. When she came to her senses and realized what she had done, horror flashed across her serene face.

Staring in disbelief at Xie Mingyao’s slightly swollen lips reddened from her own fervor, Ye Qingyu’s face paled instantly, her expression filled with panic.

She wanted to get up immediately, to flee this room that had lured her into such recklessness, to calm herself. But her wrist remained firmly held. The sleeping girl seemed displeased by the attempt to escape, tugging her back while her other arm wrapped around Ye Qingyu’s waist.

Xie Mingyao shifted slightly, pressing her entire body against Ye Qingyu’s, nuzzling against her before finally settling back into deep, contented sleep.

Watching the girl’s puppy-like behavior, Ye Qingyu’s expression visibly softened. She thought to herself, if this scene were captured and shown to the proud young miss, Xie Mingyao would probably want to silence her and dispose of the evidence.

Just as this thought crossed her mind, Xie Mingyao kicked the blanket away again. This time, however, because she was pressed so close, the blanket didn’t fall to the floor but ended up tangled in a corner.

Dressed in a nightgown, her restless movements had exposed her slender, pale legs smooth as fine jade. Her delicate collarbones and the graceful curve of her snow-white neck were alluring in every way.

Ye Qingyu reached out with one hand, barely managing to retrieve the blanket and drape it back over her. But with Xie Mingyao still gripping her wrist and holding her waist, it was impossible to pull away. After gazing at her for a long moment, Ye Qingyu finally removed her own clothes, slipped under the covers, and wrapped her arms around Xie Mingyao.

That night, Xie Mingyao slept soundly but her system did not.

When the system saw the female lead actually kiss Xie Mingyao, it nearly screamed. Fortunately, it restrained itself at the last second.

It couldn’t wake the host, what if Xie Mingyao realized the female lead’s feelings and did something irrational? So the system could only watch helplessly as the female lead not only kissed the villainess but also cuddled her to sleep, nearly exploding in frustration.

When Xie Mingyao woke up, her eyes still closed, she fumbled to get out of bed for a trip to the bathroom. But the moment she moved, she felt something warm coiled around her, making movement impossible.

Puzzled, she reached out to investigate, only to freeze when her palm met something soft.

What in the world was going on?

Half-asleep, Xie Mingyao suddenly jolted awake. As she opened her eyes, she instinctively pushed outward, only to hear a muffled groan from above her head.

The voice sounded familiar and oddly pleasant, sending a shiver down her spine and making her ears tingle. But the sound startled her into full alertness, and what met her eyes was the soft surface her palm had just touched.

Xie Mingyao: “…”

She was utterly bewildered.

What was going on?

Her gaze instinctively traveled upward, locking eyes with a girl who was mere inches away. The girl’s usually dark, indifferent eyes now held the hazy confusion of someone just waking up.

Xie Mingyao froze for a moment before abruptly sitting up in bed only to realize she was lying on the same bed as Ye Qingyu.

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