The Abused Novel Heroine Became a Clingy Sweetheart [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 7

The You family hadn’t prepared a room for Bai Nianzhao.

You Ting led the person straight upstairs to her own room.

She sized up the dress Bai Nianzhao was wearing; it was beautiful, but clearly not for everyday wear.

You Ting asked, “Did you bring other clothes?”

Bai Nianzhao shook her head, feeling a little awkward. She had been hurriedly pushed into the car by the Bai family.

Perhaps they were afraid she might try to escape; forget clothes, she didn’t even have a chance to grab her phone.

You Ting understood. She walked to the wardrobe, found a set of old clothes that looked slightly small, and handed them to Bai Nianzhao.

“I wore these before, but they’re clean.”

Bai Nianzhao accepted them with a mix of apprehension and gratitude. The soft fabric against her fingertips reminded her of the jacket You Ting had draped over her earlier.

“I washed the jacket clean, but…” her voice held a hint of disappointment, “it’s still at the Bai house.”

After a second’s pause, You Ting realized she was referring to the incident on the day they first met.

“It’s nothing,” You Ting casually comforted her, “It wasn’t anything important.”

Bai Nianzhao lowered her head and quietly said, “Oh.”

So, that jacket didn’t mean much to You Ting.

Yet, for Bai Nianzhao, it was the only thing she could hold onto in that deep darkness.

Bai Nianzhao took the pajamas and went into the bathroom to wash up.

She didn’t dare take too long, afraid that You Ting might become impatient, so she tried to be as quick as possible.

When she came out, You Ting hadn’t changed out of the dress she wore that day.

The woman was leaning back in the sofa chair, her posture languid, long legs casually crossed, letting the hem of her skirt fall naturally.

Hearing the movement, You Ting lifted her eyes and gave her a nonchalant look: “Finished?”

The little pitiful girl had changed out of the gown and was wearing a set of silk pajamas.

They were clothes You Daxiaojie (Young Miss You) had worn a few years ago; they were a bit small for the current You Ting, but they fit Bai Nianzhao just right.

She was still damp, and faint traces of water droplets had seeped into the blue pajamas.

Her hands were clasped anxiously around herself, exposing her long, porcelain-white swan neck.

Her water-filled eyes were bright, like a young deer in the forest, so obedient she hadn’t yet been touched by the dust of the world.

While You Ting looked at Bai Nianzhao, Bai Nianzhao also bravely lifted her head.

Only two dim, yellow lights were on in the room. The woman’s features, framed in the halo of light on the sofa chair, resembled an ancient painting of a court lady or a soul-snatching (enchantress/spirit) from a Liaozhai story, appearing hazy and seductive.

Bai Nianzhao glanced for only a second before immediately lowering her head, not daring to look again.

“Yes,” she answered timidly.

You Ting raised her finger and pointed towards the dressing table: “The hairdryer is in the cabinet below, dry your hair.”

She paused, then seemed to smile: “You don’t need me to help you, do you?”

Bai Nianzhao instantly shook her head frantically like a startled little rabbit: “No, no! I can do it!”

As if desperately trying to prove her earlier words to You Ting, she walked towards the dressing table with her damp hair hanging loose, barefoot, without even putting on shoes.

You Ting frowned: “Wait.”

Bai Nianzhao’s movements stopped abruptly, a trace of bewildered confusion appearing on her delicate face.

Like a child who had done something wrong, she instinctively shifted towards the shadows, seemingly wanting to hide herself.

You Ting got up, found a pair of soft cotton slippers, and set them down by Bai Nianzhao’s feet.

She said, “The floor is cold, put them on before you go.”

It was a very ordinary tone, yet Bai Nianzhao was embarrassingly quick to blush.

Perhaps it was because she only now realized she was barefoot, or perhaps because it was the first time she had spent time with someone in such a relatively close space.

Fortunately, the lighting wasn’t too bright, concealing the flush of shyness on her face.

Bai Nianzhao obediently put on the slippers and softly said, “Thank you, big sister.”

Her voice was gentle and soft, just like her—easy to bully, anyone could tell.

The more You Ting looked, the more she felt that this female protagonist was like a little rabbit; anyone could come over and pet her.

This was much cuter than You Aofeng.

You Ting was suddenly grateful that the person she was meant to save was the female protagonist.

Otherwise, if it were the male protagonist, she feared she wouldn’t be able to resist sending You Aofeng to an early demise on the very first day.

After finding the hairdryer, Bai Nianzhao sat on the chair and carefully started drying her hair.

Her movements showed the awkwardness of being in a new environment; occasionally, she would quietly observe You Ting’s expression in the mirror, as if afraid the sound of the hairdryer might be too loud and displease You Ting.

After a long while, she carefully put the hairdryer back in its original place, then turned to look at You Ting and stammered, calling out, “Big sister.”

You Ting: “Hmm?”

“Where will I sleep tonight?” Bai Nianzhao asked softly, sounding troubled.

You Ting’s room only had one bed, and the sofa wasn’t wide enough to accommodate a person.

If she were to sleep on the floor, she hadn’t found any extra bedding.

You Ting had already finished washing up and changed into a light, silk-strapped nightgown.

She was lying on the bed, tapping away at her phone, and didn’t lift her head when she heard Bai Nianzhao’s question: “Sleep with me.”

A long while passed after the words left her mouth, and You Ting still didn’t hear a response from Bai Nianzhao.

She lifted her eyes in confusion, only to find that the little rabbit’s face had turned red as a tomato.

Her expression was panicky, gripping her cuffs tightly, pulling deep wrinkles into the fabric, standing still and unsure what to do.

You Ting found it amusing and raised an eyebrow: “Why so nervous?”

Bai Nianzhao couldn’t answer.

She couldn’t possibly say that every time she met You Ting’s gaze, it made her feel inexplicably flustered.

Let alone lying in the same bed, this, this…

You Ting asked again, “Are you disgusted with me?”

“No!” Bai Nianzhao shook her head like a rattle, her expression earnest, “Not at all, not one bit.”

“Come up,” You Ting stopped teasing her, merely smiling as she asked, “Aren’t you tired?”

Bai Nianzhao hesitated slightly, and under You Ting’s teasing gaze, she eventually lay down stiffly on the other side of the bed.

Even after her body sank into the soft embrace, her heart was still beating violently like a drum.

The bed was spacious; let alone two people, there was more than enough room for three or four in the middle.

But Bai Nianzhao still covered her heart, attempting to conceal the frantic thumping.

After she got into bed, You Ting pressed the light switch.

Darkness descended, with only a nightlight on the bedside, emitting a faint, weak glow.

As the light dimmed, Bai Nianzhao’s heart seemed to slowly settle down.

She quietly tilted her head to the side.

You Ting was sleeping with her back to her, her sea-weed-like long hair spread out wantonly, like the tide under the night sky.

The light was faint; Bai Nianzhao couldn’t see clearly, only vaguely the slight curve of the other person beneath the blanket.

Despite this, she still turned her head back sharply as if she’d been scalded.

When the sense of sight was weakened, other senses would be magnified several times over.

A subtle fragrance from the quilt and the air unscrupulously invaded every wisp of the surrounding atmosphere.

The territory’s owner boldly marked their domain, generously including an inconspicuous little rabbit within its boundaries.

The little rabbit was apprehensive yet addicted to this feeling of being protected.

Bai Nianzhao slowly closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep unconsciously.

She had expected that she would have trouble falling asleep due to the awkwardness, but quite the opposite—it was the best sleep Bai Nianzhao had had in years.

She had a wonderfully beautiful dream.

In the dream, she and her mother were still living in a small town in Jiangnan, leading a poor but peaceful life.

Jiangnan had many misty rains.

She was feeding carp in the lake by the water, when suddenly she glimpsed a swaying red reflection on the surface of the water.

The streak of red slowly drew closer, forming a shimmering, wavy reflection on the lake’s surface, like a crushed Papaver somniferum (Opium Poppy) flower.

Bai Nianzhao looked up.

It turned out someone was holding an umbrella, gracefully walking towards her from the bridge.

The green bamboo ribs of the umbrella were polished smooth, held by the woman’s long, slender fingers.

Dark flower petals were embroidered on the red qipao (cheongsam). In the misty rain, she half-lifted her eyes from beneath the umbrella and their gazes met.

“Little rabbit.” The woman had approached her without her noticing.

The woman bent down slightly, her originally cool and indifferent eyes curving, radiating a seductive charm.

She stared intently at Bai Nianzhao, her finger lightly pressing against Bai Nianzhao’s lips.

The woman smiled: “You were looking at me again.”

A sudden clap of thunder echoed, and Bai Nianzhao’s heart abruptly pounded heavily.

The dream shattered abruptly, and she woke up in a daze.

Before she could even blush at the dream she’d just had, she felt a sudden dizziness.

What was going on!

“Awake?” You Ting was leaning against the headboard, watching Bai Nianzhao’s confused expression with interest.

And Bai Nianzhao, without knowing when, had crossed the “Chu-Han border” that had originally separated them.

Her head was resting against You Ting’s, and her two hands were practically wrapped around You Ting’s waist.

Bai Nianzhao was completely petrified: …Save me.

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