Love Rival Turned Lover - Chapter 11

The kind of gaze that was there yet not there.

All day long, Gongliang Bingyi felt as if someone was secretly watching them. But every time he turned around, the icy, piercing eyes would vanish without a trace.

Uneasy, Gongliang Bingyi escorted Qian Xun home as usual. Seeing her so unaware and defenseless, he couldn’t help but feel angry. She lived in such a remote place without even a phone, and she had always been so trusting of others.

How could he leave and feel at ease? What if something happened to her?

At that moment, there might not even be anyone nearby to help.

The thought made Gongliang Bingyi frown deeply. He glared at Qian Xun as if she had committed some unpardonable offense.

Qian Xun, busy organizing her notes for the final exams, looked up and met his resentful gaze. Her mouth twitched as she asked, exasperated, “Hey, what’s wrong with you?”

Gongliang Bingyi pulled out his phone from his pocket and motioned for her to take it.

Raising an eyebrow, Qian Xun gave him a half-smile, half-smirk. Had he forgotten everything she, the original Qian Xun, had said to him?

“Qian Xun.”

Placing the phone on the table, Gongliang Bingyi looked at her with a pout. “I want to be able to contact you anytime, anywhere. Just to talk, to chat. You don’t know, I’ve been losing sleep for days.”

His words, half-serious, half-playful, left Qian Xun momentarily stunned. She looked at the boy’s aggrieved expression, then glanced at the neatly organized notes he had prepared for her. She finally nodded in agreement, though she asked cautiously, “You’re just handing me your phone? There’s nothing personal I shouldn’t see?”

After all, phones usually contain little secrets. Was he really giving it to her so freely? Was he not worried she might see something she wasn’t supposed to?

Gongliang Bingyi paused for a few seconds, then let out a soft, amused laugh.

What a truly adorable Qian Xun.

Smiling faintly, he turned his head slightly and shot her a teasing, slightly suggestive glance. “Qian Xun, I really can’t be any more honest. This phone, it’s filled with all the love I have for you.”

This boy was shamelessly brazen.

Qian Xun twitched at the corner of her mouth, but her ears flushed red.

After sending Gongliang Bingyi off, Qian Xun returned to her desk to continue reviewing her exam material. Her eyes inadvertently flicked over to the phone—it looked sleek, high-end. Her gaze lingered, but she didn’t touch it.

Thinking of Gongliang Bingyi’s words, Qian Xun felt that the phone must contain something related to her. It was best not to touch it for now—she didn’t want any unnecessary pressure on her heart.

Knock, knock, knock.

The rhythmic sound pulled her out of her thoughts.

“Who is it?”

Blinking calmly, Qian Xun’s voice was steady.

“It’s me, Ling Qiao’er.”

The cold, unfamiliar voice outside made her heart skip a beat.

Ling Qiao’er? The female supporting antagonist? Here?

Panic struck. She dropped her books and rushed to the door, opening it with a click, her eyes wide with shock. “Y-you, how do you know where I live?” Her voice trembled, tinged with embarrassment.

After all, her first days after transmigrating had been humiliating enough.

It was then that Qian Xun noticed something off about the girl in front of her.

Ling Qiao’er wore a long black dress that almost merged with the darkness outside. If the red-dressed girl from that night had seemed seductive and bewitching, this black-clad girl radiated coldness and restraint. Her gaze fixed expressionlessly on Qian Xun, making Qian Xun’s pupils shrink.

As Qian Xun tried to react and close the door, it was too late. A cold, bone-chilling hand clamped onto her wrist, and she was yanked outside.

“Mm, mmph.”

In the darkness, something icy pressed against her lips. Realizing what it was, Qian Xun struggled frantically.

“L-let go, mmph!”

The thing in her mouth froze her completely. She couldn’t believe it—it was a tongue. They were clearly

Sensing Qian Xun’s distraction, Ling Qiao’er’s dark, obsessive gaze intensified. She pinned Qian Xun to the wall where darkness swallowed everything and ruthlessly moved inside her mouth: She is mine! Every inch of her belongs to me!

Her right hand trailed along Qian Xun’s waist, pushing further in. Consumed by jealousy and madness, Ling Qiao’er desperately wanted to prove one thing: whatever Gongliang Bingyi could give her, she could give too—even without a man, she would make Qian Xun feel that ultimate pleasure!

So, Gongliang Bingyi?

He could just go to hell!