The Abused Novel Heroine Became a Clingy Sweetheart [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 25

The stars were scattered across the night sky, and a bright moon hung in the branches.

The air in Beijing still held an unspent chill, but the streets were lively.

The brightly lit lamps illuminated the entire area as if it were daylight, and wherever one looked, intimate couples could be seen nestled together.

There were an extraordinary number of flower sellers.

A little girl with luminous butterfly wings tied to her back skipped up to You Ting.

She looked up, holding a bouquet of roses, and asked expectantly, “It’s Valentine’s Day, pretty big sister, would you like to buy a flower?”

You Ting reached out, chose a bouquet from the girl’s arms, and then transferred the payment to her.

The little girl happily waved to her, “Thank you, pretty big sister, Happy Valentine’s Day!”

In the distance, the neon lights of the tall buildings flickered in a riot of color, and the large screens cycled through sweet, romantic advertisements.

You Ting toyed with the rose she held, thinking distractedly, Valentine’s Day, huh…

This was her and Bai Nianzhao’s first Valentine’s Day after getting married, and logically, they should celebrate properly.

But—

You Ting plucked a petal moodily. Her little rabbit had stood her up.

Before leaving, Bai Nianzhao had held a suitcase in one hand and tugged at You Ting’s sleeve with the other, batting her eyes innocently.

“I’m sorry, sister, I didn’t want to go. But you know, this client is really important to the company.”

Her wife was too ambitious; what could she do? Could she really block her from leaving the house?

You Ting couldn’t do that, so she had merely nodded indifferently at the time: “Okay.”

Bai Nianzhao, however, had become upset, pouting, “Sister, why are you so cold? Are you eager for me to leave?”

You Ting: “?”

“If sister doesn’t miss me, I will miss sister very much.” Bai Nianzhao had said, feigning grievance.

You Ting couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity.

This person—she was leaving, and yet she still had to provoke her.

The ungrateful little thing was probably across the ocean right now, basking in the sun and watching the sea, not thinking of her at all.

You Ting carried the vibrant rose home and casually placed it in a vase.

Finding the day exceptionally boring, she twisted her long hair into a bun at the back of her head, grabbed her pajamas, and prepared to wash up.

Whatever, it’s just Valentine’s Day.

So what if we don’t celebrate.

It’s meaningless anyway.

The soft sound of the shower covered the rustling noise in the room.

When You Ting finished her shower and opened the door, her steps suddenly paused.

A large box had appeared in the previously empty room.

It was shaped like a gift box, with a red body tied with a velvet ribbon, looking ready to be opened.

You Ting raised an eyebrow in surprise, her gaze falling on the sticker on the box.

On the heart-shaped paper, Bai Nianzhao’s handwriting read:

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Sister!”

She seemed to realize something and gave a faint tug at the corner of her mouth.

Fine, not entirely heartless.

You Ting walked over to the gift box, drying her hair with a towel.

She wondered what kind of gift the little rabbit had sent that required such a large box.

She tapped it with her knuckles, judging by the sound that it was probably quite empty inside.

Putting the towel aside, You Ting reached out a hand and pulled the ribbon down.

The bow came undone, and the four sides of the gift box fell open.

You Ting was momentarily stunned.

Not only because Bai Nianzhao, who should have been across the ocean, was now standing in the center of the box, smiling at her.

But also because of what she was wearing.

You Ting swallowed lightly, her long lashes lowered, concealing her dark eyes.

She asked, “How are you here?”

Bai Nianzhao lifted her head, her eyes slightly curved downward.

A blush she couldn’t suppress rose on her face, even staining her fair earlobes red, but her gaze remained fixed on You Ting.

“A Valentine’s Day gift,” her clear voice took on a hint of subtle seduction, “Doesn’t sister like it?”

She was wearing a pink dress, the material as thin as a cicada’s wing, tightly tracing her lovely curves.

A layer of sheer gauze covered her chest, revealing glimpses of her snowy-white skin.

As she spoke, the bunny ears on her head twitched.

Bai Nianzhao moved back, seating herself on the soft mattress.

“Sister…”

Her eyes were pitiful, like a helpless little white rabbit who had wandered into a hunter’s trap.

She tilted her graceful neck, awaiting You Ting’s salvation.

She smiled and asked again, “Does sister like this surprise?”

The little rabbit was usually so well-behaved; You Ting truly hadn’t expected her to be…

…playing so wild this time.

Perhaps the bathroom door hadn’t been closed tightly, as a steamy mist began to permeate the room.

You Ting walked up to Bai Nianzhao, leaned down, and reached out to lift her chin.

Their eyes were forced to meet. With the light behind her, You Ting’s dark eyes looked especially commanding.

The corner of her lips lifted, and You Ting’s voice was low and deliberate: “Whether I like it or not, you should know best.”

She extended a finger and traced the pink-and-white bunny ears on Bai Nianzhao’s head.

The touch of her fingertip was incredibly soft.

With every stroke, she could clearly feel the person beneath her trembling slightly.

Bai Nianzhao raised her hands to loop them around You Ting’s neck, leaning against her shoulder and explaining breathlessly:

“It has, has a simulation chip inside…”

You Ting understood, raised a graceful eyebrow, and maliciously increased the pressure in her hand slightly.

She was rewarded with a fragmented, faint moan from the little rabbit.

It was like being strangled by a hunter.

Tears welled in Bai Nianzhao’s beautiful eyes, and a faint flush appeared at the corners of her eyes. She tilted her head, pleading with You Ting in a spoiled manner, “Sister, kiss me.”

“You’re the one giving me a surprise,” You Ting smiled. “You should be the one to take the initiative.”

Valentine’s Day was supposed to be a festival of mutual giving.

But at this moment, with her bunny ears being gently and slowly stroked by You Ting, Bai Nianzhao felt completely limp, her thoughts blurring into a jumble.

The woman before her became her sole reliance.

So she lightly licked her lip, tentatively initiating a kiss by pressing against You Ting’s lips, cautiously brushing against them.

Her pale pink tongue outlined the perfect curve of the lips, attempting to stir the emotions of the person before her.

You Ting’s eyes darkened. She pressed the back of Bai Nianzhao’s head, reversing roles and deepening the kiss.

The slightly cool February wind blew in from the window, circling around their brows and hair, and escaping from between their joined lips.

The white mist of their breaths mingled, then was dispersed by the wind, both crisp and searing hot.

The moisture from the kiss stained their lips a rosy red, and Bai Nianzhao’s fragmented, soft moans could be faintly heard.

She was the one who initiated it, but she was also the first to be overwhelmed.

You Ting pressed her down onto the bed, her silky hair spreading out like seaweed.

You Ting lowered her head, her long hair falling over her shoulder, the ends lightly brushing Bai Nianzhao’s skin.

“It tickles,” Bai Nianzhao flinched slightly.

You Ting’s other hand moved downward along her waistline.

As if deliberately tormenting her, it moved excruciatingly slowly.

When it descended along the spine to a certain spot, Bai Nianzhao suddenly shivered, letting out a tender, soft little gasp.

You Ting paused.

Her fingertip encountered a soft, furry texture, small and round—

A tail.

You Ting chuckled, “Did this also have a chip installed?”

Bai Nianzhao bit her lower lip, her eyes glistening with moisture, the corners already strained with a shallow red flush.

Clearly, this spot was far more sensitive than the bunny ears.

The thin fabric couldn’t block the heat of You Ting’s palm; she gently rubbed it through the sheer gauze.

Her lips descended, landing on the hollow of the collarbone.

Like a monarch surveying her territory, she continued downward unhurriedly.

Past the pristine white snow, past the pink blossoms of spring, following a narrow, straight path toward the gurgling clear stream.

The air seemed to thicken, a faint fragrance lingering at the tip of her nose.

With the spine as the bridge, slender fingers pressed the strings, slowly and delicately plucking, drawing out notes that sounded like soft sobs.

Her fingertip brushed the green grass, falling into the warm spring, cleansing her pale, delicate fingers.

Even when leaving, her fingertips seemed to hold a reluctant droplet of water.

The fluffy ball behind her swayed in a bid for favor, and the bunny ears were cradled in the hand of the person before her, the pink inner ear gently scraped by a fingernail.

Bai Nianzhao was in a daze, feeling like a rabbit on the grasslands, having unfortunately fallen into a snare, left to the hunter’s manipulation.

Every touch carried a dangerous thrill that made her scalp prickle. The dizziness from oxygen deprivation made her gasp desperately, like someone drowning.

The feeling was like a sweet, secret poison—she knew it was toxic, yet she succumbed to the addiction.

The rose in the vase by the window swayed gently in the breeze, and a light floral scent diffused through the room.

The long night was far from over, and the obscure whispers and soft moans in the room seemed endless.

In the moment she finally succumbed to sleep in You Ting’s embrace, the utterly exhausted Bai Nianzhao had only one thought—

This damn Valentine’s Day.

So tiring.

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