Reborn! Caught Up by the Critically Obsessed Actress - Chapter 90

From beginning to end, Song Qingxing was draped over Xie Jingcheng’s back. She was completely drunk and groggy, but when she heard a commotion by her ear, she originally intended to open her eyes. However, all she managed to see was the lush green foliage outside the corridor.

Then, she was lifted into a princess carry.

“What happened?”

Song Qingxing’s brain was like a swamp of mud, completely unable to distinguish what had just occurred.

“Nothing much. You spilled some wine on yourself. I’m taking you to bathe.”

If possible, Xie Jingcheng wanted to conceal the matter. She knew she had been too cruel to An Wenqing, but for everything in life, you must break before you can rebuild.

Feelings are not something that can be forced.

“Why did I hear you talking to someone?”

Song Qingxing’s muddy brain suddenly grasped a thought. Immediately, she reached out, cupping Xie Jingcheng’s face with both hands.

With a slight squeeze, Xie Jingcheng’s lips slightly pouted.

In this moment, she looked like a comical pufferfish.

“It was an auntie outside the door, asking if we wanted her to take the trash out.”

Worthy of being a movie queen, although the words were a casual fabrication, she spoke them as if they were true.

“I refused.”

Song Qingxing recalled the face she had briefly seen—it seemed tear-streaked. Would any auntie be that beautiful?

But before she had time to ponder further, she was carried into the bathroom. Xie Jingcheng filled the tub with hot water, and her slender fingers stirred the water, ensuring the temperature was right.

Only then did she look down at Song Qingxing.

“Take your clothes off yourself, or should I do it?”

Just as Song Qingxing was about to speak, she suddenly felt her body lose control, and with a “plop,” she tumbled directly into the water. Her black, long hair spread out, and her thin shirt clung to her, fully displaying her graceful and well-proportioned figure.

She looked just like a dark green mermaid.

Well…

It seemed she had asked an unnecessary question.

Xie Jingcheng sighed, rolled up her sleeves, and directly pulled the person out of the bathtub. Water droplets slid down Song Qingxing’s high nose bridge.

Song Qingxing spat out a mouthful of water and gasped for air.

“You help me…”

How could she have any strength right now?

Xie Jingcheng’s fingers trembled, but at the same time, she told herself that it was just taking off clothes and bathing—she wasn’t some villain taking advantage of her drunken lover.

After giving herself a mental pep talk, Xie Jingcheng’s speed in undressing her increased. After placing the wet, dirty clothes into the hamper on the side.

Song Qingxing almost slipped into the bathtub again. If no one were watching, this would surely turn into a bathtub suicide case.

Xie Jingcheng sighed.

Thinking that she also had a scent of alcohol and sweat on her from this trip back, and she had just rolled around on the carpet twice.

Why not just bathe together?

So, she stood up as well, her fingers touching the buttons, and began undoing her own shirt. Xie Jingcheng moved much faster. Fortunately, the bathtub was very large; even with two people, it wouldn’t be crowded.

“Xie Jingcheng, why did you come in?”

Song Qingxing’s face flushed even more, perhaps due to the bath. Her head was still dizzy, and she propped herself up on the edge of the tub, leaning closer and closer.

“Bathing together is faster. We have a flight tomorrow.”

Although the flight was in the afternoon, and there was absolutely no need to rush, at this moment, it became someone’s excuse for lying.

“Oh…”

Song Qingxing nodded in agreement, then slowly leaned toward the edge of the tub. But because her body lacked strength, she began to slide down the white porcelain tub like a snail or a fish with slippery scales.

Her high nose tip was submerged by the water, and a few bubbles emerged.

Xie Jingcheng stretched out her long leg, hooking the other party’s arm with her toes, preventing her from sinking completely to the bottom of the tub. It seemed she was right to stay in the bathtub; otherwise, her little rabbit would most likely drown.

It wasn’t right to have her lie at the other end of the tub like this.

Xie Jingcheng sighed.

She simply let the person rest in her arms, with her back against the softness. Song Qingxing was so comfortable she almost groaned. The next moment, her long hair was soaked by the showerhead near the tub, and steam rose.

Xie Jingcheng patiently washed her hair.

She never realized she had this kind of patience before, but now she understood—patience is reserved for those you care about.

Because she had never met anyone she cared about this much before, she never possessed this patience.

Although they bathed together, Xie Jingcheng had no intention of taking advantage of her. After the bath… and after drying her hair, they went straight to bed to sleep.

Around midnight, a text message arrived on her phone. Xie Jingcheng was a very light sleeper, and the “ding-dong” immediately woke her up.

She reached out and retrieved her phone, unlocking it with her fingerprint. What came into sight was a message from Jiang Yiliu.

Evidently, the other party hadn’t expected Xie Jingcheng to sleep so early and was still genuinely expressing gratitude.

$$I apologize for the trouble this time, Miss Xie. If we had truly let Miss An cut you with the knife, or even herself, it wouldn’t have been good.

Xie Jingcheng originally didn’t want to respond, but considering the time was still early, not replying seemed a bit impolite.

$$It’s no trouble. But I hope you keep a close eye on her. Use some forceful methods if necessary. If Uncle An blames you, just say I instructed you.

Xie Jingcheng intended to back Jiang Yiliu up this time.

The other side was silent for a long time. Xie Jingcheng thought she would refuse her suggestion, as before, and continue to let An Wenqing run rampant.

However, Jiang Yiliu agreed.

She only sent a simple “Mm.”

Xie Jingcheng turned off her phone and drifted back to sleep, but she didn’t fall asleep immediately. Because Xie Jingcheng was a light sleeper, even with her eyes closed, she was only barely pretending to sleep.

Should she count sheep?

Xie Jingcheng always felt this method was useless, but she might as well try. A few plump little lambs appeared in her mind.

Just as Xie Jingcheng was about to start counting, her waist was tightly embraced the next moment.

Song Qingxing completely snuggled against her, clinging to her.

“Xie Jingcheng…”

Song Qingxing’s voice was soft and sweet.

It was truly difficult to resist.

The plump little lambs in her mind instantly transformed into figures of Song Qingxing with graceful curves.

Xie Jingcheng mentally slapped herself in a dream.

Stop it!

You must not think like that anymore.

But she still reached out and hugged Song Qingxing. Her little rabbit had rolled into her arms on her own; it would be a shame not to take advantage of it.

Xie Jingcheng couldn’t help but think to herself.

Song Qingxing slept very soundly. In her dream, she seemed to be lying on something soft, like a cloud.

When she opened her eyes, she instantly realized what that “thing” was, and Song Qingxing was overcome with annoyance.

She was a grown woman, and she never had the habit of hugging things when she slept before. She didn’t know when she had developed it.

Since the flight was scheduled for the afternoon, they weren’t rushing to catch it. Song Qingxing had drunk wine yesterday, and the effects of the hangover made her temples throb even now.

So, Song Qingxing covered herself with the blanket again.

She lay back down, looking at Xie Jingcheng beside her. Memories of yesterday began to flood her mind, but they were very blurry and fragmented.