Love Rival Turned Lover - Chapter 2

“Brother Bingyi.”

Who? Someone this body knows?

The plot hadn’t fully settled into her mind yet, and Qian Xun didn’t dare guess blindly. Her fingertips twitched, and when she spoke again, her voice trembled with a faint, helpless sob.

“P-please, h-help me, it hurts, it hurts so much.”

It really did hurt.

A scorching, unbearable heat, as if she was about to burn alive.

But Qian Xun’s pitiful appearance stirred not the slightest hint of sympathy in Ling Qiao’er. Disgust twisted her expression as she looked around the shabby, outdated room. Rubbing her arms, she grumbled with a frown:
“How can a hotel be this run-down? And this room—so filthy. Ugh. Still, maybe that works in our favor.”

“That bitch deserves to be ruined in a place like this.”

Bitch. Ruined.

Qian Xun’s muddled mind shuffled the two words several times until she finally understood—this pretty girl standing before her was precisely the reason this body couldn’t move. She would not save her.

Realizing this, Qian Xun bit her lip and stopped calling for help.

“What’s wrong? Not begging me anymore?” Ling Qiao’er sneered at her. “You really don’t know your place, do you? You actually dared compete with me for Brother Bingyi?”

Hah. A parentless orphan—did she really think she had the right to compete with the Ling family’s young miss for a man? A wild sparrow dreaming of becoming a phoenix. Ling Qiao’er refused to believe that, after tonight, Brother Bingyi

would still like this soiled, discarded flower.

“Tsk, tsk. How’s the taste of the aphrodisiac?”

Step by step, Ling Qiao’er approached Qian Xun. She bent down, patted Qian Xun’s sweat-dampened cheek, and spoke with faux kindness:
“Right now, you must be dying for it, hm? Don’t worry, I prepared several men for you. They’re waiting right outside. I’ll let them in later—let them satisfy you.”

A chill cut straight through Qian Xun’s burning body.

She had a terrible feeling: if no one came to save her, she really would lose everything tonight.

As if reading her thoughts, Ling Qiao’er leaned close to her ear, her voice dripping with venom:
“Ye Qian Xun, don’t think Brother Bingyi will come save you tonight. Today is the day he always returns to the Gongliang house. At this hour, he’s long asleep.”

“Ye Qian Xun, things you shouldn’t covet—you should never reach for.”

Her voice ended in an icy snap.

But to Qian Xun, trembling from the drug, even Ling Qiao’er’s harsh warning sounded strangely languid. Her body, hypersensitive from the aphrodisiac, shivered uncontrollably when Ling Qiao’er’s warm breath brushed her ear.

It was humiliating.

It was just an aphrodisiac.

Did it really need to make her react even to a woman?

She was beginning to seriously question all those television dramas where they claimed the drug could only be neutralized by the opposite sex.

Still, that involuntary rush of sensation gave Qian Xun an idea—a way out.

Her gaze narrowed, locking onto Ling Qiao’er’s pale, smooth shoulder just inches away. Qian Xun sucked in a deep breath, gathered every scrap of strength she had left, and suddenly hooked her arm around the girl’s neck—dragging her down with her onto the bed.

If she had to lose her body, then between being handed to a group of men and this wicked girl, she would take her chances with the latter.

Bang!

Their foreheads crashed hard together.

“Ah! It hurts! Oww.”

Ling Qiao’er, pampered and delicate, had never suffered anything like this. Tears nearly spilled from her eyes.

Qian Xun, however, was jolted into a bit more clarity by the pain.

Instinctively she used all her strength to press the girl beneath her, seizing the advantage. And to stop her from screaming, Qian Xun lowered her head and sealed Ling Qiao’er’s lips with her own.

“Mmf!”

Ling Qiao’er’s eyes widened in shock. She was so stunned she forgot to struggle. When she finally snapped out of it, she realized the red, strapless, knee-length dress she had painstakingly chosen was completely disheveled—her chest and thighs exposed to the air.

A shrill scream tore from her throat.

“S-stop! Someone help—she’s assaulting me!”

A shrill scream tore through the air—only to be swallowed whole by a soft tongue. Ling Qiao’er struggled desperately to break free from Qian Xun’s grip, but the weight pressing her down clung tightly, like sticky dog-skin plaster. No matter how she twisted, she couldn’t shake her off.

Forcing her eyes open, she glared at the woman on top of her—cheeks flushed, forehead beaded with sweat, body burning up as if on fire, twisting uncontrollably under the grip of heat. Ling Qiao’er’s face went crimson with fury; she practically wished she could kill the woman with her stare alone.

Damn her. How dare she humiliate me like this.

Being used as someone’s “antidote,” especially by another woman, was an outrageous insult.

No—wrong. Being treated as an antidote by anyone would be an outrageous insult.

Ling Qiao’er swore that one day, she would make this woman pay—a harsh, unforgettable lesson that would make her regret everything she’d done today. Unfortunately, in the end, tsk. Life really knows how to slap you in the face.

Mm, so cold. So comfortable.

Finally touching that cool, icy skin, Qian Xun let out a soft, satisfied sigh. She wrapped her arms tightly around the girl beneath her, pressing and rubbing against the cold, jade-like body as if trying to merge with it. When she felt the person under her struggling again, she frowned and bit down—hard.

A small punishment.

She was the disobedient one. If not for her, how would Qian Xun have ended up like this?

Thinking that, Qian Xun bit her again, even harder.

Hss! The pain shot straight through her. Ling Qiao’er’s sensitive tongue throbbed, and tears spilled from her eyes one after another. She stared at Qian Xun in fear and disbelief: wasn’t this girl supposed to be soft, timid, and bun-like?

Since when did she turn into someone who bites?

Ling Qiao’er feared nothing in the world—except pain.

Her nerve sensitivity was five times that of the average person. Raised pampered and fragile since childhood by the entire Ling family, even a small scrape would alarm the household.

Yet tonight, Qian Xun had already hurt her several times over.

She tried timidly to pull back her wounded tongue, only for Qian Xun to bite down again—sharper this time. Ling Qiao’er whimpered, tears welling in her fox-like eyes, rolling down from her reddened lashes one drop at a time.

“Mmph, I—I’m sorry.”

The dampness on her cheek jolted Qian Xun back to herself. Regret flashed through her eyes as she pulled away from Ling Qiao’er’s lips and bent down to kiss away the translucent streaks on her face, one by one.

“I’m sorry. I just, I can’t control myself. Please endure it just a little more. I won’t hurt you.” She nuzzled the girl’s cheek softly, her whisper by Ling Qiao’er’s ear low, breathy, and dangerously seductive.

Her mind hazy with feverish heat, Qian Xun narrowed her eyes at the curtain swaying from the wind and sighed quietly. Looks like this won’t work after all.

Closing her eyes, she reached for the girl’s hand in the dark, guiding it slowly downward.

Qian Xun trembled. The body beneath her trembled as well. Biting her soft peach-colored lip, she leaned to the “bad girl’s” ear once more and pleaded:
“Help me please.”