Reborn! Caught Up by the Critically Obsessed Actress - Chapter 108

Returning to bed, Xie Jingcheng fell asleep shortly after. Perhaps because she had been carrying so much on her mind these past few days, her brain had become exhausted and weary.

However, she had always been a light sleeper. The habit of being startled awake by the slightest rustle or movement was something she had developed since childhood, and it hadn’t changed much even now.

For this reason, the Xie household was kept absolutely quiet at night. Sometimes, when the servants had no choice but to perform certain chores, they did their best to walk on tiptoe and avoid making any noise.

But at this very moment, Xie Jingcheng felt something holding her waist. The other person was trembling constantly, like a stray cat in the dead of winter that had finally found a cardboard box, huddling inside and shivering for warmth.

And she was that so-called cardboard box.

Opening her eyes, she saw Song Qingxing, just as expected.

“Why are you trembling? Are you feeling unwell? Do we need to go to the hospital?”

Xie Jingcheng’s voice still carried the grogginess of sleep and a hint of hoarseness, but her inquiry was patient and considerate.

“Did I wake you up?”

Song Qingxing felt a bit embarrassed. Even in the darkness of the night, Xie Jingcheng could feel the other woman’s hot breath and hear her shy voice.

“You’re shaking like this; it would be a miracle if I didn’t wake up.”

After her eyes adjusted to the darkness for a moment, she could vaguely discern the contours of the face in her arms. Xie Jingcheng reached out and pinched Song Qingxing’s nose.

“It’s nothing, really… It’s just that every time I close my eyes, I see that axe-wielding man chasing me.”

Xie Jingcheng: “…”

“You still can’t get the movie out of your head?”

It seemed they couldn’t watch horror movies before bed anymore. She had to remember this for the future; otherwise, if the little rabbit got frightened every time, how could she possibly coax her through it all?

“How could I possibly forget it? I watched it so seriously, and that movie actually had a very realistic sense of immersion…”

Song Qingxing’s voice grew smaller and smaller, her embarrassment deepening.

She was an adult, after all.

Talking and acting in such a cowardly and childish manner made her feel somewhat unable to hold her head up in front of a strong woman like Xie Jingcheng. But a person isn’t composed solely of strength and independence; there are always opposites.

Song Qingxing was like this most of the time now, though she hadn’t been before. Perhaps her mindset had changed after her career had faded.

Although she was living a second life and was currently at her peak, it was well-known that the higher you climb, the harder you fall. There was no telling when she might take another tumble.

Therefore, she had to build a solid foundation while she was still at the top. If she were to fall off a cliff, there would at least be a rope to catch her, preventing her from being smashed to pieces.

“Then, do you want to do something else to forget this fear?”

Xie Jingcheng leaned in closer. She reached out to find the remote on the side and turned on the bedroom’s nightlight. The dim, yellow glow wasn’t enough to dazzle the eyes, but it was enough to see Xie Jingcheng’s fair skin, her high nose bridge, and her soft, pink lips.

Without makeup, she lost the overbearing pressure she usually exerted, appearing more pure and handsome.

“What ‘something else’…”

The little rabbit’s brain didn’t catch on immediately, but in the next moment, she understood exactly what it was.

Xie Jingcheng flipped over, looking down at her from above. Her palm rested on Song Qingxing’s shoulder, and that heat was like a flame igniting willow catkins, sparking a lingering fire.

Song Qingxing’s ears turned red in unison, resembling the vivid crimson of a ripe peach.

“What do you think?”

“The thing we didn’t get to finish before the movie started.”

Since Song Qingxing couldn’t sleep anyway, Xie Jingcheng pursed her lips, the depths of her eyes sparkling with the joy of a successful scheme. It was better to let her have her way than to suffer.

Though it was a bit late, there was definitely still time. After all, perpetual motion machines only existed in novels.

“Alright then.”

Rather than having her mind filled with terrifying images, she might as well let Xie Jingcheng have her way.

As Song Qingxing thought this to herself, she closed her eyes, causing Xie Jingcheng to let out an involuntary laugh.

“Why have you already started enjoying it?”

Song Qingxing opened her eyes again, remembering a promise she had once made to Xie Jingcheng but hadn’t quite fulfilled. She reached out to clutch the quilt, her face flushed with bashfulness.

“But I have a lot of scenes tomorrow. If my hands are too tired to lift, it will affect the filming, won’t it?”

That was indeed a valid reason.

Xie Jingcheng nodded, not arguing.

“Fine.”

“Then close your eyes…”

A hot breath brushed past her ear, followed by a warm corner of a lip grazing her cheek.

Xie Jingcheng’s movements were very gentle. The sound of their shared breathing echoed in Song Qingxing’s ears. When she opened her eyes, she could see Xie Jingcheng’s face right in front of her.

Even the fine downy hairs on her face were clearly visible.

They had clearly done these many times before, so why was she still so nervous?

It was because she was with the person who made her heart flutter.

There are two types of people in this world… no, there are many types. Some people only experience a temporary sense of novelty; their feelings eventually hit the “seven-year itch.” Once they know someone too well, the freshness disappears, and things become boring.

But some people are not like that.

Their passion is like a subterranean fire that burns for thousands of years, never ceasing.

Fingertips brushed from her shoulder to her collarbone, and then to her waist.

Every touch caused her skin to quiver.

Fingers gripping her ankle, Xie Jingcheng felt an immense joy in this moment. Previously, she thought her only passion was acting, but now the thoughts in her heart were different.

Perhaps she had found something she loved even more.

In the past, to play the role of a psychiatric patient well, she had specifically stayed in a mental hospital. She could understand those who had broken down due to family tragedies.

Taking herself as an example, if a family member she had grown up with suddenly passed away or met with an accident, and she was even indirectly related to it, she feared she would never escape that guilt for a lifetime.

However, there was one type she understood least of all.

Those who had only been in love for a short month or two, or even shorter—just a week or three days.

And yet, there were still those who could not withstand the blow of losing such a love, developing severe psychological issues.

Xie Jingcheng didn’t understand it at first.

But if it exists, there is a reason for it. She understood now.

It wasn’t that she was incapable of such a devoted love; it was just that she hadn’t met the right person yet. Now that she had, she was just an ordinary person, unable to escape this inescapable web, this arrow of Cupid.

“Qingxing?”

Xie Jingcheng leaned down, her lips almost biting the edge of the other’s ear.

“Mmh…”

Song Qingxing opened her eyes dizzily, a few tears shimmering in them—not out of distress, but out of pleasure.

“Do you love me?”

Xie Jingcheng was clearly trying to get her to confess while she was in a daze. It was a bit of a clever trick, a small tactic that Song Qingxing could see through instantly.

And yet…

Song Qingxing let down her sharp thorns. She proactively tilted her head up and pressed close to the other’s ear.

“Xie Jingcheng, I love you.”

The voice was very soft, something that couldn’t be heard without careful listening. But their distance was exactly at its closest, so every word was crystal clear.

“You said it yourself.”

“I recorded it.”

Song Qingxing: !

“That’s not very nice, is it?”

“Don’t worry, I’m the only one in the world who can listen to it. Qingxing, you won’t mind, right?”

“It’s my tiny little hobby.”