I Don't Want To Fall In Love With The Heroine [Quick Wear] - Chapter 41

It was too loud outside for Bai Qian to catch what Fu Siwan had said.

The girl was clearly in an abnormal state, looking like a startled bird whose emotions refused to settle. Bai Qian felt a sharp pang of sympathy at her own mental description. She reflexively tightened her grip on the hand holding hers, pulling the girl close to her side as she shielded her through the crowd toward the parking area.

Fu Siwan didn’t struggle. With a docility she had never shown before, she huddled against her.

Behind them, the thunderous booms of the fireworks continued. Now that they were further away, the sound had lost its terrifying edge and become a distant, rhythmic rumble. Bai Qian led the girl into the backseat and pulled the door shut.

Fu Siwan seemed catatonic from the shock. From the moment Bai Qian had pulled her away from the shore, her expression had been frozen, a static mask.

The temperature in the car was low. Bai Qian leaned over to twist the key and blast the heater before sitting back down beside the girl. Seeing her dazed stare, Bai Qian’s heart ached again. She reached out and covered the girl’s cool ears with her palms, her thumbs beginning a slow, gentle massage around the outer shell.

Bai Qian didn’t know the “correct” way to comfort someone in shock; she simply hoped the warmth of her hands would chase away the lingering fear in the girl’s body.

Fu Siwan’s vacant eyes finally flickered. On the surface, they looked as calm and unruffled as usual. But Bai Qian felt an odd sensation—as if a previously stagnant pool of water had transformed into a dormant volcano. It looked dead on the outside, but if it were to erupt, everything suppressed beneath would burst forth without restraint.

Startled by her own intuition, Bai Qian decided to speak to break the eerie, heavy silence.

“Were you really that scared?” she asked softly, pulling her hands away.

Fu Siwan, who had been sitting passively, suddenly moved. She grabbed Bai Qian by the shoulders and pressed her—entirely caught off guard—against the car door.

It happened so fast that Bai Qian couldn’t react. The consequence of not pushing her away immediately was that the girl, having completely abandoned her internal struggle, leaned in and captured her lips.

Fu Siwan kissed her with a frantic, desperate speed. She was following her heart, bravely leaving a faint, stinging brand upon the person she desired.

This wasn’t their first “kiss.” The “morning kiss” from before had been a dazed, fleeting thing, hardly a kiss at all. But this time, Fu Siwan was giving away her true first kiss.

Bai Qian was paralyzed by the shock of it. By rights, since they weren’t in a relationship, the girl should have stopped there. But she wouldn’t. Her half-lidded eyes were swimming with an irrepressible stubbornness and a deep, drowning infatuation. She wished for a magic called “Time Stop.” Since there was none, she would be her own magician.

The sound of the car door being unlatched snapped Bai Qian back to reality. Before she could shove the girl away, the two parents standing outside had already, very tactfully, shut the door again.

Even through the car’s soundproofing, Bai Anjun’s muffled, ecstatic voice reached them clearly:

“WIFE!!! I TOLD YOU!!! MY JUDGMENT OF CHARACTER IS NEVER WRONG!!!”

Bai Qian finally managed to push the girl back. Her cheeks were stained a deep peach—though whether from shame or anger, it was hard to tell.

The previous kiss on the corner of her mouth had been as light as a dragonfly skimming water; since they’d never brought it up, she hadn’t taken it seriously. This was different. She was certain Fu Siwan was awake… wait. The girl had just been traumatized on the beach and hadn’t recovered her senses. Was this just an after-effect of the shock?

Bai Qian tried to feign composure, rubbing her thumb across her lips. “Were you… that scared?”

Fu Siwan stared intensely at the slender finger trying to wipe away the trace of the kiss. Her eyes narrowed. “Are you disgusted by me, Sister?”

The word “Sister” sent a shiver down Bai Qian’s spine.

Humans are truly gluttons for punishment. She had spent weeks wanting Fu Siwan to call her that, but now that her wish was granted, that low, lingering, deep-voiced “Sister” made her feel incredibly uneasy.

She spent three seconds debating between “letting the girl go back to calling her Auntie” and “enduring the discomfort of ‘Sister’.” Just as she made her choice, she was startled by the girl silently leaning in again.

Thanks to that kiss, Bai Qian didn’t dare let her get this close. She was about to put on a stern face and tell her to sit back in her seat when her chin was caught in a firm grip.

Fu Siwan’s gaze, sharp as a hawk’s, slowly scanned Bai Qian’s lips. Bai Qian panicked. Just being looked at like that made her lips feel as if they were catching fire.

She had a premonition that things were about to spiral out of her control. Before she could be sure, the girl leaned in again, confirming that it wasn’t just a hunch.

Fu Siwan didn’t know how to kiss. Li Lanzhao had never taught her. Her mother had always said, “Men know how to do these things. The more ignorant you appear, the more their egos are satisfied.”

But Bai Qian wasn’t like those disgusting men. Siwan didn’t want to be passive; with Bai Qian, she wanted to be the one in control.

So, she took the lead. She started by slowly tracing the woman’s lips with her tongue, before tentatively probing the inviting seam.

Bai Qian refused to give in, trying to escape the restraint. But the girl, having seized the initiative for the first time, possessed an overwhelming strength. She held Bai Qian firmly in her arms, her half-closed eyes lifting to meet the woman’s indignant gaze at point-blank range.

She threw a direct fastball: “Sister, I’ve fallen for you.”

Bai Qian’s pupils shrank. Her tightly pressed lips parted slightly in a moment of mental shock. The girl’s tongue didn’t miss the chance, driving straight into the opening.

The final line of defense crumbled. The woman, who had hoped to rally and repel the “invader,” ended up flushed, her eyes misty and her breath catching in a series of soft, helpless sounds under the girl’s aggressive kiss.

For the first time, Fu Siwan realized that perhaps she wasn’t a “hopeless” student after all. She caught the sweet moisture sliding from the corner of Bai Qian’s mouth. The “little rabbit” who used to look at her with indifference or disdain now had eyes that were red and tight with heat and a terrifyingly deep affection.

She mimicked Bai Qian’s earlier action, gently rubbing the woman’s ear. But while Bai Qian had rubbed the outer ear with maternal concern, the girl massaged the earlobe with pure, unadulterated intimacy.

“You’re too good to me, Sister. I’ve become greedy. I don’t just want your ‘elderly’ concern and affection anymore.”

“What I want now is for you to be close to me and love me as a woman. So, Sister… either throw me away right now, or be prepared for me to truly possess you.” Fu Siwan stared at her, her gaze honest and unwavering. “I’ll give you ten minutes. if you won’t answer, I’ll make the choice for you.”

Bai Qian finally caught her breath. Hearing this, she snapped in disbelief, “Ten minutes? When I let you choose, I never gave you a time limit!”

Fu Siwan’s lips curled. “If I didn’t, you’d find excuses to procrastinate for the rest of your life.”

“…” Bai Qian had to admit, the kid was a good judge of character.

“Twenty seconds have passed, Sister.”

“Fu Siwan! I didn’t bring you home for you to have these kinds of thoughts about me!”

The girl chuckled. “You’re a good person, Sister. Since you saved me once, why not be a good person to the end and save me for a lifetime?”

“That’s moral kidnapping!”

“One minute has passed, Sister.”

Bai Qian put on her best stern “guardian” face. “Give it up. I won’t give you that chance.”

The girl wasn’t intimidated by the cold face. Instead, she reached out and played with Bai Qian’s hand, which was hanging by her side. “So, are you going to throw me away then?”

“Well… no.”

The girl interlaced their fingers. “I only gave two options. You aren’t allowed to add new ones, Sister. I won’t permit it.”

Bai Qian yanked her hand back. “I don’t care what you permit! Fu Siwan, I don’t know why you suddenly have these ideas, but get rid of them. Between us, there will only ever be a relationship of elder and junior. Understood? This ends tonight. I’ll act as if nothing happened, and tomorrow we go back to the way we were. Am I clear?”

She finally managed to summon some “elderly” authority. Knowing that beneath that cold exterior lay a heart of mush, Fu Siwan waited a moment before smiling.

“If that’s what Sister wants, then I must obey. But, since you’ve broken my heart, you have to give me a gift to soothe my wounded soul, right?”

Given the “kissing without permission” stunt from minutes ago, Bai Qian instinctively covered her mouth.

Fu Siwan’s eyes crinkled at the defensive movement. As she planned, she leaned her lips in. Bai Qian’s eyes were full of resistance, her muffled mouth about to spit out a scolding, but the girl just laughed and pressed a light kiss to the space between Bai Qian’s eyebrows.

“You’re so cute, Sister.”

As she spoke, her long, pale fingers hooked into the woman’s hair. She slid the black hair-tie—the one used for Bai Qian’s ponytail—off and onto her own slender wrist, treating it like a precious treasure.

“I really like this gift.”

Bai Qian knew the gesture was incredibly intimate, but as an adult, she couldn’t bring herself to bicker with a high schooler over a cheap hair-tie. Her face went through several shades of frustration before she found her footing again.

“Don’t call me Sister anymore,” she commanded. “Go back to ‘Auntie,’ like before.”

Fu Siwan played innocent. “You’re so young and beautiful, Sister. How could I possibly call you ‘Auntie’?”

Ha! Bai Qian thought. I don’t know who was calling me an ‘old woman’ just a few days ago! The double standards are appalling!

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