The Abused Novel Heroine Became a Clingy Sweetheart [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 51

The fragrance, mixed with wisps of wine, surrounded Song Yaoci.

She felt as if she were trapped in an invisible cage; otherwise, why couldn’t she move?

“Your Highness, you, you are drunk,” Song Yaoci tilted her head and whispered, “Let me take you back to your room to rest first.”

You Ting hummed “Mm,” but didn’t move, her arm still wrapped around Song Yaoci’s waist.

She spoke softly, her breath sporadically tickling Song Yaoci’s neck.

“Please?” You Ting called again, “Yaoyao.”

It wasn’t a day for the love entanglement to flare up, yet Song Yaoci felt her body beginning to heat up.

The soft calling in her ear evoked some sensual memories.

A faint blush spread across her cheeks. She met You Ting’s dark, deep eyes, and after a long moment, she made a slight nod.

She thought that she seemed to be always unable to refuse Princess Shunan.

Perhaps, it was because she, too, was intoxicated.

Warmth covered her lips. The rich aroma of wine was trapped between their teeth, slowly and gently twisting and turning.

The familiar scent invaded every inch of her mouth little by little. She was pulled into this deep, undulating sea.

Her head spun slightly from a momentary lack of oxygen. After a while, Song Yaoci pushed You Ting away.

She blushed and said, “Your Highness, go, go back to the room, okay?”

Her voice was soft and thin, and the gaze directed at You Ting shimmered with ripples of water.

The tone was both pleading and shy.

Qingsu and Ying’er could return at any time. The thought of being seen in this state by others made Song Yaoci wish she could bury her head in the ground.

You Ting lowered her eyes to look at her, her red lips curling up: “Alright.”

She was steeped in the smell of strong liquor, which added an aggressive intensity to her presence.

Song Yaoci supported her arm, moving step by step toward the room.

You Ting wasn’t actually so drunk as to lose consciousness.

She just found Song Yaoci particularly obedient, and particularly… appealing, at this moment.

Song Yaoci finally managed to help You Ting to the edge of the bed. As soon as she let go, intending to leave, her sleeve was suddenly tugged.

She was caught completely off guard and tumbled into the person’s embrace.

After falling into the warm and soft embrace, Song Yaoci took a long time to regain her senses.

Perhaps the alcohol had numbed her nerves; Song Yaoci’s reaction was slow.

She tried to get up, but her waist was firmly locked in place.

“Your Highness?” Song Yaoci looked up, her expression puzzled.

Fingers on her back slowly traced over her spine, causing her to let out a soft gasp.

“Yaoyao.” You Ting turned her head, her lips landing on Song Yaoci’s earlobe.

She whispered, “Sleep with me, alright?”

Her voice was lazy, soaked with the depth of drunkenness.

Song Yaoci’s ear tips felt hot, and a burning heat surged to her small face.

She wasn’t a fool; she understood the unspoken meaning.

She should refuse.

But ultimately, she did not.

She merely leaned on You Ting’s shoulder, bit her lip, and asked, “What did the poem Your Highness left last time mean?”

You Ting pinched her chin, forcing her to look up and meet her eyes.

The candle in the room flickered, the light was not clear.

Drunkenness turned her mind into a vast, empty expanse, leaving only the other person’s silhouette.

“The Autumn Wind Lyric you wrote,” You Ting asked, enunciating each word, “what does that mean?”

That profound gaze was like a net, and Song Yaoci’s heart suddenly pounded like a drum.

It felt as if a long time had passed, yet also as if it were only an instant.

Song Yaoci pursed her lips and said softly, “It means, exactly what Your Highness is thinking.”

“Then what about Your Highness?”

She looked up at You Ting, asking with unusual boldness, “What does Your Highness mean?”

You Ting lowered her head, and her kiss landed on Song Yaoci’s lips.

“I thought I had been clear enough.”

She embraced Song Yaoci for an intertwined kiss, letting out a muffled sound in the gap: “Yaoyao.”

“I want you.”

In the beginning, she only wanted to rescue Song Yaoci from He Zhige’s hands.

But by a strange twist of fate, an unusual entanglement developed between them.

She couldn’t pinpoint when it started, only knowing that when she realized it, she was always looking at Song Yaoci more.

Irrespective of the mission, she wished for Song Yaoci to have a better life.

She wanted to see her smile openly, see her small face flushed, and see her call her ‘Your Highness’ with shy eyes.

This had surpassed the original intention.

But there was no turning back.

“So, are you willing to walk this path with me?”

Song Yaoci’s mind was in utter chaos.

Joy, excitement, confusion, panic—all sorts of emotions were mixed together, completely unsettling her previously calm heart.

She clung to You Ting’s shoulder, her gaze meeting the other’s eyes.

Strangely, Song Yaoci suddenly felt calm.

All external sounds were automatically excluded, leaving only her own rapidly beating heart.

Loud as thunder.

She suddenly recalled the various moments spent with You Ting. After a moment, she whispered, “I am willing.”

Her tone still held some shyness, but her eyes were extremely resolute.

Song Yaoci repeated, “I am willing, Your Highness.”

From deliberate distance and refusal to the final involuntary attention to the other’s every move.

She thought, if this were a game of chess, she had probably been utterly defeated long ago.

The path ahead was dim and lightless; she didn’t know what they would encounter, but she wanted to try.

She wanted to try, together with the person beside her.

You Ting held Song Yaoci’s hand, her fingers passing through the gaps, tightly pressing together, intertwining their fingers.

For the first time, they were leaning on each other so intimately, not under the influence of the love entanglement.

Soft black hair overlapped, scattered on the pillow, intermingled.

Light garments were unfastened and casually tossed aside.

Jade-like skin emitted a subtle glow in the dim light. Song Yaoci shyly covered herself with her hands.

You Ting chuckled, comforting her: “Yaoyao is beautiful, there’s no need to cover up.”

The double syllable name, which had never been used before, carried a tingling itch that made Song Yaoci’s body tremble slightly.

Warm lips traced down the curve of her neck, lingering near her collarbone.

The pristine skin was stained with faint red marks, like tiny plum blossoms blooming in the snow.

You Ting said, “I remember first seeing Yaoyao under the red plum blossoms.”

Her breath on the smooth shoulder as she spoke made Song Yaoci instinctively tighten her fingers.

Heated fingers caressed downward, kneading gently then heavily.

The small boat entered a peach-blossom strewn paradise. The water on the lake rippled, forming circles of waves.

Suddenly, the wind was fierce, a heavy rain.

It beat the riverside peach blossoms to pieces, scattering them over the turbulent water surface.

The clouds in the sky were reflected on the lake, then shattered by the raindrops.

The hull of the boat sank into the cool lake water, rising and falling unsteadily.

Outside the room, Ying’er’s call suddenly sounded: “Miss? Miss?”

Song Yaoci’s waist instantly tensed. She bit her lower lip tightly, preventing herself from making any unusual sound.

Yet You Ting did not let her go, tightening her embrace.

She deliberately chuckled near Song Yaoci’s ear: “Yaoyao, why don’t you answer?”

Song Yaoci collapsed weakly in her arms, her eyes filled with mist, gazing at You Ting reproachfully.

She reached out a finger and pulled on You Ting’s finger.

“No more, enough, enough…” she pleaded softly.

“It’s not enough yet, Yaoyao.”

Slightly damp fingers traversed the smooth curves, leaving cryptic trails.

Her kisses were unrestrained and heavy.

The clear wine aroma mixed with an unknown scent, pervading the air, forming an illusory dreamscape.

“Here, here, and there,” You Ting’s voice was hoarse, “Every inch of Yaoyao must be covered with my scent.”

“Only then will it be enough.”

Outside the room, Ying’er, receiving no response from Song Yaoci, wondered aloud: “Has Miss perhaps gone to sleep?”

Qingsu said: “Didn’t your Miss also drink wine? She’s probably resting with my Princess.”

On the day of the court banquet, the Princess and Miss Song had slept in the same room.

So Qingsu didn’t think too much of it.

She waved her hand dismissively, “Never mind, never mind. Find me a room to rest for the night too.”

Ying’er’s head was also a bit dizzy, and she replied, “Alright, Sister Qingsu, follow me.”

The sound of their footsteps gradually faded, and the courtyard outside the house returned to silence.

The wind seeped through the window cracks, scattering the unrestrained, delicate moans.

After a very long time, the activity slowly ceased.

The two people on the bed slept in each other’s arms, their dark hair intertwined, like a pair of the most ordinary lovers in the world.

…

…

When Song Yaoci woke up, she frowned slightly in discomfort, the lingering effects of the drunkenness causing a slight headache.

Rubbing her forehead, she instinctively looked to the side.

There was no one else on the bed besides her.

Those intimate whispers, spoken with an open heart, seemed like a mere illusion of the night.

The morning light was bright, and the dream vanished with it.

Song Yaoci lowered her eyes in disappointment, pressing her lips together.

Just as she was about to get up, her peripheral vision caught sight of something by the pillow.

Song Yaoci reached out and picked it up.

It was a bracelet.

It was very simply made: red string threaded through a red bean, forming a circle.

Song Yaoci was stunned, then suddenly remembered the two lines of poetry You Ting had once written on that paper—

Exquisite dice reveal the red bean, do you know the bone-deep lovesickness?

Her cheeks flushed, but the corners of her lips slowly curled up.

Song Yaoci put the bracelet on her right wrist.

The red string and the snowy white skin complemented each other perfectly, looking truly beautiful.

She opened the door and walked out. Ying’er saw her and came over: “Miss, you’re awake.”

Ying’er said: “The County Princess of Dingxi and Princess Shunan left early this morning.”

Song Yaoci nodded, glancing at the bright sunlight overhead.

She was in a good mood and instructed, “Go get my books.”

After the Metropolitan Examination, there was still the Palace Examination.

That was the real test.

Ying’er responded, went into the room, and found the book Song Yaoci frequently read.

She took it and handed it to Song Yaoci, then suddenly exclaimed in surprise, “Oh?”

Song Yaoci asked: “What is it?”

Ying’er wondered: “Did Miss get bitten by a mosquito?”

She pointed at the exposed half of Song Yaoci’s neck, “Why is it all red here?”

Song Yaoci only paused for a moment before quickly realizing.

Her fingers tightened, and she said with a composed expression: “Perhaps with the recent hot weather, the insects have increased.”

Ying’er nodded, “I’ll go put out a few more insect-repelling sachets later. These insects are truly annoying.”

Song Yaoci thought of something, a slight lift to the corners of her lips, and repeated, “Yes, these insects… are truly annoying.”

The Metropolitan Examination concluded, bringing joy to some and sorrow to others.

Another cleansing rain fell, and the air was filled with a faint scent of fresh grass.

The long-awaited Palace Examination was about to arrive.

Song Yaoci adjusted her attire, preparing to enter this final, smokeless battle.

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