Reborn! Caught Up by the Critically Obsessed Actress - Chapter 53

The next day.

It was just barely dawn, and a sliver of morning light penetrated the heavy curtains, illuminating the wooden grain of the floorboards.

The floor was not made of composite wood or wood-patterned stickers; rather, it was finely polished, high-quality pear wood.

A faint, light fragrance permeated the room.

Song Qingxing extended her index finger and thumb, gently pinching a corner of the silk quilt, and slowly pulled it back, trying to be as silent as a ninja.

Her porcelain-white toes stretched out, reaching for her shoes on the carpet. Just as Song Qingxing was about to slip on her slippers, she heard a faint stir behind her.

She immediately turned back.

Then she saw a pair of eyes as dark as ink.

“Morning.”

Song Qingxing managed to force a smile. Darn it! She had tried her best to make no noise, yet she still woke the person next to her.

“Why are you up so early? The ball doesn’t start until the afternoon.”

There was no trace of a smile in Xie Jingcheng’s eyes. Clearly, she had already guessed what Song Qingxing was trying to do—the little rabbit wanted to escape.

“I usually wake up this early.”

Song Qingxing put on her signature smile, but unsure of how to get the other person to agree to her idea, she slowly moved closer.

“Xie Jingcheng, I know I was wrong and I’m very sorry. Could you please let me go back to the film set tomorrow? You know how much I care about this filming project!”

Maybe simply acting cute wouldn’t work. Song Qingxing brainstormed internally, finally reaching a conclusion.

Mere flattery wouldn’t be enough; she had to deploy some kind of honey trap or seduction tactic.

Having made up her mind, Song Qingxing edged closer little by little. She reached out and wrapped her arms around Xie Jingcheng’s neck, gently rubbing against her.

She imitated the overly sweet, flattering gestures towards a lover from TV dramas. This is what it’s like to have never been in a relationship—always assuming that novels and dramas capture the entirety of love.

But in reality, it’s not quite so.

The hardest part of love is compromise: you concede to me, and I concede to you.

At this moment, Song Qingxing was putting in the effort precisely to make the other person concede to her.

Feeling her cheek being gently rubbed, it was like a beautiful cat proactively coming over to seek affection. How could anyone not be moved?

Xie Jingcheng’s heart was racing, but she kept a straight face, remaining outwardly unfazed.

She let Song Qingxing cling to her. So, this is what the internet calls “secretly enjoying it while keeping a poker face”? She was finally experiencing it herself.

“Why aren’t you saying anything?”

With her cheek being gently kneaded, Song Qingxing was a bit dissatisfied with Xie Jingcheng’s pretending-to-be-dead attitude and leaned her entire body against her.

She was like a gluttonous cat: if the owner didn’t get up to feed her kibble and wet food, she would pester them endlessly.

“I’m still upset, so any answer I give would only be a disappointment to you.”

Xie Jingcheng was telling the truth; she didn’t want to lie.

Song Qingxing had to learn her lesson, otherwise how could she resolve the surge of resentment and unhappiness she felt yesterday?

“Is it really not possible?”

Her eyelashes fluttered. Song Qingxing, cornered, could only deploy her ultimate weapon: a kiss.

Her kissing technique had improved remarkably over the past few weeks. If her kisses for acting before were stage-managed, then her kisses with Xie Jingcheng now were real and authentic.

Her soft lips landed on the cheek, a touch-and-go.

Leaving only a faint wetness and a ticklish sensation.

“Is it really still a no?”

Song Qingxing asked again, almost entirely sprawled on top of Xie Jingcheng. She knew the other person was always soft-hearted toward her.

Otherwise, why would she have been so gentle before, repeatedly asking for her opinion and never overstepping boundaries?

“No means no.”

Xie Jingcheng’s rejection was firm. Even though the person in front of her looked pathetic, she was usually determined and would always stick to what she said.

Seeing time tick by and Song Qingxing still not getting off her, it seemed she was determined to lie there.

Xie Jingcheng simply closed her eyes and waited silently. She calculated the time in her mind. After about half an hour,

Xie Jingcheng reopened her eyes.

Song Qingxing had already fallen back asleep, curled up on top of her. Xie Jingcheng picked at a strand of her hair with a fingertip, a smile forming in her heart.

Was this Song Qingxing’s resolve?

Didn’t she say she was here to beg her? How did begging turn into falling asleep?

Seeing that it was getting late, and if they didn’t get up to choose a dress soon, they might be rushing for the afternoon ball, Xie Jingcheng lifted her hand and patted Song Qingxing’s perky backside.

“Get up.”

“Little sleepyhead.”

Song Qingxing startled awake from her dream. She looked up and saw Xie Jingcheng. After a moment of confusion, she remembered she was here to beg, yet somehow, she had fallen asleep on top of the other person.

The weight of a person pressing down on one’s chest is not to be underestimated.

Xie Jingcheng hadn’t even let out a moan. She was really enduring it, not worried about Song Qingxing flattening her chest.

“I let you sleep a little longer, but is this your attitude when begging? You begged and then fell asleep.”

Xie Jingcheng also sat up.

To say her chest didn’t feel stuffy would be a lie.

However, she wouldn’t show it. She couldn’t let the kitten find her weakness, or the other party would definitely sleep like this every day.

“It’s because you wouldn’t agree.”

Song Qingxing was a little helpless. All the thousands of unwillingness and tens of thousands of discontentment in her heart could only be swallowed down.

“I’m not disagreeing, I’m very angry.”

“If you do that again, this won’t just be a matter of restricting your freedom for a few days.”

Xie Jingcheng stood up.

Her silhouette was slender, but she wasn’t simply skinny; beneath the thin sleepwear was a graceful figure.

“Qingxing, I’m a germaphobe.”

“You probably didn’t look closely at the conditions I presented to you initially.”

“One of them is that even if I grow tired of you, you can’t start a new relationship until three years later.”

Song Qingxing: …

Well, she hadn’t really looked closely. When she first reincarnated, she was only thinking about clinging to the powerful, and didn’t care about the terms of the agreement.

After all, for a nobody, being able to grasp a lifeline was a chance for rebirth.

“Shen Yu is an old lady; he can’t get it up for me.”

Song Qingxing pulled up her thin spaghetti strap, shaking her head as she walked. Although that group of people yesterday deliberately tried to disgust Xie Jingcheng,

It must be said, they succeeded. Xie Jingcheng was clearly badly disgusted.

“Don’t say things like that.”

Xie Jingcheng frowned, clearly unhappy with Song Qingxing using such vulgar terms.

“Why can’t I say it?”

“Am I a harlot or a slut?”

“Xie Jingcheng, didn’t you ask me to call you that in your ear?”

“Why are you acting innocent once you’re out of bed?”

Being reborn meant she had greater experience and bolder courage. She dared to tease Sister Xie now.