The Abused Novel Heroine Became a Clingy Sweetheart [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 41

The already dim night was sealed off by the tightly shut door.

Visibility became indistinct and blurry, only the thin, scattered moonlight seeping through the window lattices could outline the person in front of her.

The chaotic state of her mind slowed down her thoughts. By the time Song Yaoci realized what was happening, she had already been placed onto the bed.

The person’s fingers were icy cold, likely because they had just been in water.

Wetness from their hair dripped onto Song Yaoci’s cheek.

It was like a spring rain, alleviating a slight bit of the dryness brought by a great drought.

The overwhelming heat was like a wildfire spreading across the plains, and the blaze was getting worse.

Song Yaoci was parched.

This was a strange sensation she had never experienced before. Subconsciously, she reached out, seeking something to cling to.

Her slender white fingers grabbed the lapel of the person in front of her. The fabric felt slightly cool to the touch, and still damp.

Song Yaoci was sensitive to cold. Normally, she would have let go immediately.

But at this moment, her body felt as if it had been thrown into a furnace, desperately needing a bit of coolness to soothe the waves of heat and agitation.

Her slightly unclear mind heard a woman’s low voice near her ear: “Don’t touch.”

Song Yaoci’s eyes trembled slightly, her gaze unfocused.

As if trying to understand the woman’s words, she blinked blankly.

She looked pitiful in this state.

You Ting’s voice softened a fraction, “Wait for me to change out of my wet clothes. Your health is poor, you mustn’t catch a chill.”

The moonlight was sparse and clear. Everything visible seemed to be shrouded in a layer of hazy mist.

Her body was weakly melting into a puddle, and Song Yaoci could only bite her lip and lie there.

For a moment, she felt like a fish on a cutting board, unable to do anything.

And even less able to know what fate awaited her next.

Rustling sounds were infinitely amplified in the subtle night.

Adding a few layers of indescribable ambiguity.

You Ting changed out of her soaking wet dress, and her fingers then landed on Song Yaoci’s waist sash.

The drug-induced heat made her throat burn, and her voice became hoarse: “Miss Song, is this alright?”

With things having progressed this far, it seemed there was no other choice left for Song Yaoci.

A faint sound escaped her lips: ” …Mmh.”

As the sound faded, her mind, which had nearly lost all reason, seemed to regain a sliver of clarity.

A noticeable blush rose on her porcelain-white face, as if layers of rouge had been applied.

Only two candles were lit in the room, their wicks flickering, causing the light and shadows before her eyes to sway.

The sash around her waist was loosened, and Song Yaoci could feel her dress instantly slacken and fall open.

Her fingers beneath the sleeves clenched tightly together in a reflex, her eyes reddening with a sense of helplessness.

You Ting paused briefly in her movements. She suddenly removed the hair tie from the top of her head.

Her thick, raven-black hair loosely cascaded over her shoulders.

You Ting said, “If you feel too ashamed, you can close your eyes.”

A red sheer veil covered Song Yaoci’s eyes, and she obediently closed them.

As her vision sank into complete darkness, her other senses became amplified.

She heard the voice of Princess Shun’an, clear, yet seemingly mixed with a trace of pity.

“Just pretend you are experiencing a nightmare,” You Ting said, “Leave it all to me.”

Song Yaoci slowly tried to relax her body as much as possible, but her fingers still involuntarily clutched at her dress.

She could feel the night’s coldness deepening.

Even amid the difficult effects of the drug, the fact that her pristine skin, which had never been exposed, was now visible to another person, still made Song Yaoci turn her head away in shame.

Her shoulder couldn’t help but shrink back slightly, and suddenly, her hand was grasped.

You Ting whispered, “Don’t be afraid.”

She squeezed slightly, her fingers interlacing through the base of Song Yaoci’s fingers.

Song Yaoci’s entire body was radiating heat from the drug, and she greedily drew as much coolness as possible from You Ting’s body.

They were clearly two people who were not very familiar with each other, yet at this moment, they had to intimately cling to each other.

Their scorching breaths mingled, and icy lips met Song Yaoci’s mouth.

She couldn’t remember who initiated it first, only remembering the wildfire continuously burning in her heart, relentlessly blazing across the entire open field without any order, desperately seeking an outlet.

Her lips seemed to be stained even redder.

Unnoticeable gasps leaked out through the gaps.

Song Yaoci’s light-colored eyes brought to mind the green hills after a new rain.

Her outstretched hand landed on You Ting’s neck.

Her fingers tightened, like a dodder plant firmly attached to its host at the corner of a wall.

In an instant, the drug’s effect seemed to be magnified several times, and her remaining reason was precariously close to collapsing.

She tumbled into a bottomless abyss.

A sense of insecurity, as if all her limbs were suspended in mid-air, filled her entire body.

So, she could only desperately grasp the person in front of her, hoping they could lead her back to solid ground.

Song Yaoci was not clear-headed, and You Ting was not faring well either.

The poison was potent, forcing a hint of scarlet to appear at the corners of her eyes.

The red silk tie loosened and scattered during the friction, and the night breeze lifted the hem of the fallen gauze skirt.

A layer of glistening white snow fell from the peak of Kunlun Mountain, continuously extending, covering the vast sky and earth.

You Ting’s lips traced the long, delicate curve of the other’s neck.

Song Yaoci’s shoulder trembled slightly, her exquisite collarbone forming a gentle curve in the dim candlelight.

You Ting’s slightly cool fingertips landed on Song Yaoci’s cheek, causing her to shiver gently.

The air seemed to thicken, and she felt that every breath was becoming difficult.

The hair at her temples was unconsciously soaked with sweat.

Her body temperature was climbing, and her skin flushed a very faint pink.

Perhaps because her vision was obscured, Song Yaoci instinctively tried to retreat.

Just as she was about to hit the headboard, she was pulled back by You Ting.

She fell into You Ting’s arms with the momentum, the knuckles behind her pressing against her spine.

As if in resistance, Song Yaoci’s eyelids fluttered nervously.

Yet, she couldn’t help but reach out and tightly hug You Ting’s neck.

The slightly dishevelled hem of her dress brushed against her ankles, creating intermittent, faint ticklish sensations.

The utterly unfamiliar feelings made Song Yaoci both afraid and filled with a subtle sense of anticipation.

This was unlike her usual self.

Perhaps, this wasn’t Song Yaoci at all.

A noble young lady, the Grand Tutor’s granddaughter, how could she be lying in this strange room?

Her teeth bit her red lips, leaving faint marks, and she heard the person speak very softly close to her ear: ” …Miss Song.”

“Relax a little.”

The three words “Miss Song” instantly recalled Song Yaoci’s scattered thoughts.

In the suspended, unreal sensation, she recognized clearly.

At this very moment, she, Song Yaoci, was doing something contrary to propriety.

Her lips only slightly parted before they were covered again by the other person’s.

A dense, sweet fragrance permeated every inch of the surrounding air, like chains covered in night mist. She was locked within them, unable to move.

The red veil covered her eyes, so Song Yaoci couldn’t see clearly, only vaguely distinguishing the other person’s figure.

A neck as slender as her own, reflected in the bright moonlight.

The dimness of her vision created a sense of dreamy unreality.

Song Yaoci was completely drained of strength, feeling as if she were lying in soft clouds, oblivious to time and place.

She cautiously extended a finger, hooking it onto You Ting’s sleeve.

As if only this could give her a sense of security.

A half-gasp escaped from between her teeth, and she immediately bit her lower lip in panic.

Such… such a sound, how could it come from her mouth?

Song Yaoci turned her head to the side.

It must have started raining outside—this season was always rainy.

The rain fell between the eaves, a crisp dripping sound.

The wind probably grew stronger, causing the leaves in the courtyard to rustle.

You Ting pressed against Song Yaoci’s lips, kissing her in random pecks, as the other’s skin was tinged with the pale red of a peach blossom.

She spoke softly, with a tone of reassurance: “Miss Song.”

“This is a normal reaction; you don’t need to feel ashamed.”

Her clear and cool voice inexplicably brought a sense of peace.

Song Yaoci called out with an unsteady breath: “…Your Highness.”

Their titles were unfamiliar, yet they were engaging in the most intimate act.

Leaving a lingering, sweet fragrance in this dark and remote room.

Song Yaoci’s mind felt even dizzier.

The pure, unsullied snow of the capital had, after all, become stained by the mortal world.

A soft, faint, sweet sound reached You Ting’s ear.

A bead of sweat slowly rolled down her jaw. She suddenly, with a hint of mischief, kissed Song Yaoci’s earlobe.

This spot was clearly Song Yaoci’s weak point; her slender eyelashes trembled, and her light-colored eyes welled up with moisture.

She called out to You Ting in a low, pleading voice: “Your Highness…”

The delicate, soft voice made one’s heart itch.

You Ting was buried in the hollow of her shoulder, letting out a muffled low laugh, and deliberately said: “Miss Song must be careful not to let anyone outside hear the commotion.”

Song Yaoci immediately clamped her jaw shut in panic.

But the person who said this clearly had no intention of letting her go, and the pressure of her kisses intensified.

She gripped the person in front of her, as if holding onto her only anchor.

The sound of the wind whistled past her ears. The rain outside the window seemed to have gotten heavier, pattering against the bluestone slab.

Her chaotic thoughts also seemed to sink into the icy rain, drenching her.

This made all her five senses become hazy, and the whole world felt encased in a glass dome.

Outside the window, layers of dark clouds completely obscured the last sliver of moonlight.

She heard the wind outside the window rustling the fallen leaves on the ground.

Indistinctly mingled with the lingering sound of the rain.

She had heard that a sunny day would follow the night rain.

She involuntarily thought that perhaps tomorrow would be a bright, sunny day.

Song Yaoci was already frail; now she leaned weakly against You Ting’s shoulder, closed her eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

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…

When Song Yaoci woke up again, the sky was already faintly bright.

She half-opened her eyes, frowning slightly in discomfort.

Her delayed sense of reason slowly returned, and the events of last night abruptly surged into her mind.

Song Yaoci’s eyes widened, and her face turned pale.

She looked down and saw that she had already been changed back into her dress, with every button meticulously fastened.

The bed and the room had clearly been cleaned, leaving only a faint scent of sandalwood.

If she weren’t certain that it had truly happened, the amorous events of last night would truly seem only like a sensual dream in her private chamber.

Song Yaoci pursed her lips and half-propped herself up in bed.

She lifted the bed curtain to look out and saw a figure sitting by the table.

You Ting was resting her chin on her hand, sleeping with her eyes closed.

The dim light filtered through the window lattice, vaguely outlining her appearance.

Song Yaoci instantly recoiled as if burned, hurriedly pulling back her gaze.

She put on her shoes, stood up quietly, and planned to leave.

Just as she stood up, she saw a sudden flash of red by the bed.

Song Yaoci bent down to pick it up.

It was a red hair tie. Although the texture was clearly soft, she felt it was burning hot to the touch.

The embarrassing scenes from last night played in her mind again, and she considered throwing it away.

But at the last moment, she impulsively tucked it into her sleeve pocket.

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