I Just Want to Spoil and Run Away with the Abused Female Lead [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 32.1

Shi Xingrao’s face was flushed red, her cheeks glowing like juicy peaches so tempting that Lin Yi couldn’t help but idly wonder what it would feel like to take a bite.

“Aren’t you going to take me home? You already said I was home, but if my sister returns and I’m not there, I’ll be totally exposed.” Half of Shi Xingrao’s face was still buried in her scarf, her voice muffled and sulky. “I don’t know why you had to say you were the one bringing me home. I’m starting to think you did it on purpose just to mess with me.”

No, Lin Yi was definitely doing it on purpose. She wanted to see her flustered, wanted to watch her squirm with anxiety, afraid of being found out.

This little princess, so used to ordering others around, had no idea she’d already been discovered.

Lin Yi sighed. “Consider it paying off a debt. Let’s go, I’ll take you home.”

After dropping Shi Xingrao off and watching her enter the house, Lin Yi leisurely sent her a message: “By the way, Lin Shuangran noticed the anklet on your ankle before she left. You’d better figure out how to explain that.”

At the Lin family estate, Aunt Chen hurried over as soon as she saw Lin Shuangran. “Second Miss, what brings you back? Will you be staying for dinner today?”

“I’m here to look for something.” Lin Shuangran paused, then asked, “By the way, has my sister been back recently?”

Aunt Chen thought for a moment. “No, the eldest miss hasn’t been here lately.”

The image of the red bean anklet against pale skin flashed before Lin Shuangran’s eyes, and even Aunt Chen’s words seemed to confirm that it had indeed been Shi Xingrao earlier. Her hand trembled slightly as she clutched the key to the drawer, her slender fingers unsteady.

Lin Shuangran wasn’t sure if she really wanted to open that drawer.

As soon as Lin Shuangran stepped through the door, a dazed little puppy crashed into her. The puppy gazed at her with pleading eyes, whining pitifully, “Sister, why did you go out today? I thought you’d be waiting for me at home.”

Shi Xingrao’s body temperature was still high, feverishly warm. Lin Shuangran reached out to touch the girl’s forehead. “Why aren’t you resting properly? What are you doing waiting here?”

Shi Xingrao pouted. The puppy was already clingy by nature, but a sick puppy became even more disoriented and needy, as if she’d drunk some cheap liquor. “I was waiting for you, sister.”

Lin Shuangran’s gaze fell on the girl’s bare feet pale and flawless, like unblemished white jade, yet tinged with a faint pink from the cool floor. They looked utterly captivating.

The silver bell on the anklet jingled, unsettling her heart.

The little puppy continued to whimper, “Sister, can you give me a kiss? I’m sick, and I want my sister to kiss me.”

But for once, Lin Shuangran didn’t indulge her. “You never listen.”

Shi Xingrao froze at her words, suspicion dawning. Had Lin Yi tricked her again? Didn’t she say Lin Shuangran wouldn’t suspect her because of the anklet?

Maybe she should just confess everything.

She really didn’t want Lin Shuangran to misunderstand her.

“Sister, please don’t be mad. I know I was wrong.”

Lin Shuangran gently pinched Shi Xingrao’s earlobe, as if unable to stay angry with her for long. “You know you were wrong? You’re already sick, yet you run around barefoot. So disobedient. Now, go upstairs and get some rest.”

Shi Xingrao: “?”

It hadn’t occurred to her that Lin Shuangran’s anger was over her not wearing shoes.

The little puppy looked up with a flushed face, utterly endearing. Shi Xingrao couldn’t resist nuzzling deeper into Lin Shuangran’s embrace.

“Sister, why are you so good to me? You’d never abandon me, right?”

Holding the person in her arms, Lin Shuangran silently responded in her heart: Of course I’d never abandon you. No matter what you do, I’ll never let you go.

It could never be Shi Xingrao’s fault. Even if something went wrong, it would be Lin Yi’s fault, not Shi Xingrao’s.

She saw right through Lin Yi’s intentions.

Shi Xingrao: “Sister, shall we go to sleep?”

Resting her forehead against Shi Xingrao’s, Lin Shuangran replied in a soft, mesmerizing voice, “Okay.”

Curled up under the blankets, Shi Xingrao began to act spoiled, her legs entwining with Lin Shuangran’s slender ones, her hands growing restless as they tried to unbutton Lin Shuangran’s shirt.

Pinned to the corner by Shi Xingrao, Lin Shuangran reached out and caught her hand, her light-colored eyes glistening with moisture. “Raorao.”

“You’re still sick.”

She almost wondered if Shi Xingrao wasn’t ill but had instead drunk counterfeit alcohol.

Shi Xingrao blinked slowly, leaning in to gently kiss Lin Shuangran’s earlobe. “But sister, I’m not going to do anything. I just want to see what color you’re wearing underneath today.”

Shi Xingrao’s fingertips were warm as they lightly traced her collarbone, then drifted downward. Lin Shuangran’s back stiffened.

“Sister, is it white?”

Shi Xingrao blinked again, her dazed eyes filled with an innocent curiosity.

“Sister, Raorao just wants to take a look. Raorao will let you see too, okay?”

Lin Shuangran, who was naturally reserved, couldn’t handle such words from Shi Xingrao. Her porcelain-like face flushed pink, making it hard to tell whether Shi Xingrao was the one with a low fever or if she was the one burning up.

The usually cool and distant beauty, now shy, was especially captivating. Her gentle restraint, even the way she bit her lip uncertainly about whether to indulge her partner, sent hearts racing.

Suddenly, an image flashed in Lin Shuangran’s mind: Lin Yi holding that delicate ankle, red bean silver bells tinkling, stirring chaotic emotions.

As if bewitched, Lin Shuangran nodded, allowing the eager puppy to undo her buttons.

Shi Xingrao’s clothes were also half undone, revealing black lace wrapped around fair, soft skin. Even if Lin Shuangran tried to avert her gaze, she couldn’t escape the sight. Eventually, her eyes lingered on the small mole on Shi Xingrao’s shoulder, losing herself in it.

Noticing Lin Shuangran’s captivated stare, Shi Xingrao couldn’t help but whisper, “Sister, is it not pretty?”

“Pretty.”

It was a beautiful mole, resting on the woman’s shoulder like a drop of ink on a cold, silent snowfield. The snow was starkly white, almost blinding, and that drop of ink was utterly mesmerizing.

Shi Xingrao’s long, curved eyelashes fluttered gently. “I used to think it wasn’t pretty and considered getting it removed.”

But now that Lin Shuangran liked it, she suddenly felt it wasn’t necessary.

“Sister, do you really like it?”

This time, Lin Shuangran didn’t explain. Instead, she leaned in and kissed it, her soft lips pressing gently against the mole. Shi Xingrao froze in surprise, watching as Lin Shuangran, after her brief moment of boldness, quickly grew shy and tried to push her away.

Shi Xingrao was stunned.

How could she be so adorable? How could her sister be this cute?

How could her wife be this utterly charming?

Shi Xingrao didn’t want to miss a single expression on Lin Shuangran’s face. Watching her so adorably flustered, she couldn’t help but murmur softly, “Wife.”

Hearing Shi Xingrao call out “wife,” Lin Shuangran felt as if she had been scorched by a flame. She instinctively reached out to cover Shi Xingrao’s mouth. “Don’t Rao Rao, you’re not allowed to call me that.”

“Not allowed to call you wife?”

“Then, sister-wife can I call you that?”

“Sister, I have a cold. Sister, let me get close to you. I’ll only get better if you’re near me.” The little clingy one was acting spoiled again.

Sister-wife? What kind of address was that? Lin Shuangran bit her lip shyly, feeling both embarrassed and annoyed that Shi Xingrao didn’t seem to know the meaning of shame. Yet, she nodded honestly in agreement.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the wind howled, rustling the branches and leaves. It tore through the overlapping foliage, emitting intermittent, plaintive whimpers that stretched from the bright daylight into the dusk. Suddenly, a winter rain began to fall, gentle yet dampening everything in its path. (This is a description of the scenery, dear moderators the wind is whimpering, not a person.)

Despite Shi Xingrao being the one with a cold, it was Lin Shuangran who ended up exhausted and asleep. Her long, curled lashes were still damp, making her look especially pitiful.

Shi Xingrao gazed at the sleeping Lin Shuangran with bright, shining eyes, like a little puppy crouching beside its owner.

She had so much she wanted to say to her sleeping owner but couldn’t bear to disturb her. In the end, she could only let out a few soft whimpers, taking advantage of her owner’s slumber to express her affection.

“Sister, sister…”

Lin Shuangran really did resemble a Ragdoll cat, Shi Xingrao couldn’t help but think fragrant, soft, and fair-skinned, so fair everywhere. Hehe, her sweet, soft wife.

After holding back for a long time, Shi Xingrao finally gave in and snapped a photo of Lin Shuangran sleeping, posting it on her social media feed.

With a smug tone, Shi Xingrao captioned it: “Hmm, how did you all know my wife is a sweet, soft, and stunning beauty?” 【Image】

In the end, Shi Xingrao felt a bit unsatisfied. This world just wasn’t good enough. If she were in her original world, she would have made sure everyone knew she had a sweet, soft wife.

She’d have it trending on social media for three days and three nights, so everyone would know she had a wife.

The scene from earlier today, when she had pressed the person into her embrace, seemed to linger before her eyes a soft, huddled figure lying across her lap. Lin Yi raised her hand, noticing the bruises on her wrist, left there by Shi Xingrao’s grip.

With a temper like Shi Xingrao’s, who would even like her? A wild little fox. Sometimes, Lin Yi couldn’t understand why Shi Xingrao, who was usually so unwilling to endure grievances, could maintain such a composed facade in front of Lin Shuangran.

Did Shi Xingrao retract her claws and cautiously approach someone she liked?

At this thought, Lin Yi’s good mood dissipated almost entirely.

But then again, Lin Yi couldn’t help but wonder how long Shi Xingrao could keep up the act. Sooner or later, she would grow tired of pretending.

A relationship couldn’t last on pretense alone.

She didn’t believe Shi Xingrao and Lin Shuangran were a good match.

All she needed to do was wait until Shi Xingrao grew weary of the act. She was confident that she and Shi Xingrao were a far better match, a pairing made in heaven, the kind who could understand each other with just a glance.

She wondered if the little fox had slipped up, if Lin Shuangran had noticed anything. Still, watching the little fox get flustered was rather amusing at times.

Lin Yi unlocked her phone, intending to message Shi Xingrao, but before she could, she saw the post Shi Xingrao had shared on her social media feed.

The faint trace of a smile in Lin Yi’s narrow eyes vanished completely.

It seems the little fox is quite skilled at bewitching people.

Lin Shuangran had just taken a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet, a gentle smile on her face. “Didn’t you say you’d bring your girlfriend today so we could all hang out together? Why didn’t she come?”

Lin Yi’s gaze fell on the faint red marks on Shi Xingrao’s neck, her eyes darkening slightly as she replied indifferently, “She’s probably busy keeping someone else company lately. No time for me.”

Shi Xingrao, who was helping the aunt bring dishes to the table: “…”

Shi Xingrao couldn’t help but whisper to the cat ears that had just returned from break, “Duoduo, is she actually insane?”

Before returning, the cat ears had reviewed the memory playback and knew exactly what dramatic scene had unfolded among the three of them.

Now, the cat ears almost wished it hadn’t taken that day off it would’ve been quite the show to watch.

Lin Yi handed a corkscrew to Lin Shuangran. “Use this.”

Holding the corkscrew, Lin Yi extended her hand right under Lin Shuangran’s gaze, revealing the overlapping blue and purple marks on her skin. The smile on Lin Shuangran’s lips faded slightly.

“Sis, when did you get hurt?”

A faint smile tugged at Lin Yi’s lips, as if she had finally scored a point. “My partner got a bit too nervous yesterday and gripped a little too hard.”

Lin Shuangran’s eyelashes fluttered, and she lifted her gaze somewhat vulnerably toward Shi Xingrao. Though she said nothing, she resembled a fragile white moonlight, giving off an impression of being on the verge of shattering.

Shi Xingrao’s heart ached fiercely. Lin Yi was truly infuriating, she couldn’t understand why Lin Yi insisted on saying such things to Lin Shuangran. Clearly, nothing had happened between them, yet Lin Yi kept adding these bizarre descriptions.

Was there no limit to how much she could annoy her? Did she have to stir up trouble? This woman just loved to watch the world burn.