The Fake Daughter is a Max-Level Green Tea [Transmigrated into a Book] - Chapter 70

Chapter 70: Love

When she emerged from the bathroom, Lin Chumu’s legs felt a bit weak. Since the curtains were all drawn, she wore only a bath towel wrapped loosely around her. Hot water droplets trailed slowly down the curves of her body, dripping onto the plush carpet and leaving the fibers damp and matted.

Lu Chaoqing hummed a cheerful tune while searching for the finger cots she had misplaced after their last use, but the constant pinging of messages was beginning to dampen the mood. The girl’s pale fingers curled slightly before she resignedly picked up her phone.

It was Du Yaqing. She was one of the few people Lu Chaoqing rarely muted during her time off. Du Yaqing was the type to get straight to the point; after a couple of brief inquiries, she sent over a new itinerary. It showed that she had arranged a new variety show appearance for Lu Chaoqing as a guest star.

The recording was scheduled right in the middle of The Voice of Joy. The timing worked out, and it wasn’t overly demanding, but this specific show…

While Lin Chumu went to dry her hair, Lu Chaoqing quickly sent a voice message in a tone of disbelief: “Are you sure about a haunted house? What if my persona crumbles?”

The workaholic Du Yaqing replied almost instantly: “This time, you and Chumu are going together to capitalize on the current hype and promote the new movie. The box office is doing great, and the lead actors have already done their variety rounds. Only you two are left. What’s wrong with a haunted house?”

Lu Chaoqing: “…Nothing.”

She simply felt that her image in Lin Chumu’s heart was that of a frail and pitiful girl. While she did usually give that impression, she actually wasn’t afraid of ghosts at all.

Lu Chaoqing wanted to say more to Du Yaqing, but Lin Chumu had finished drying her hair and was leaning lazily against the wall, waiting for her. The woman’s slender, graceful figure and her dazed, bedroom eyes held an immense allure, making Lu Chaoqing feel intoxicated just by looking at her.

The strength required to sing and dance for hours on stage with steady breath was not to be underestimated. Although Lin Chumu exercised regularly, her strength was still quite different from Lu Chaoqing’s. Under her guidance, the girl had transitioned from initial clumsiness to increasing proficiency.

By the latter half of the night, Lin Chumu’s back and waist were aching slightly. Lu Chaoqing, considerately shifting her weight onto her own arms to avoid crushing her, smiled softly. Her warm breath fanned against Lin Chumu’s ear, sending a tingling sensation through her. “If you found out I’m not as ‘cute’ as you imagined, would you still love me?”

Dizzy with sensation, Lin Chumu raised a slightly damp arm to hook around Lu Chaoqing’s neck, pulling her down until the girl collapsed into her embrace. She didn’t quite understand what Lu Chaoqing meant, yet she could vaguely guess. The doubts and suspicions once buried deep in her heart finally broke through the soil, making even Lin Chumu feel a bit nervous.

A warm kiss landed on her cheek. The “Little Green Tea’s” voice remained soft and sweet, but the faint confusion from before had transformed into resolve due to this embrace. Lin Chumu felt Lu Chaoqing burrow deeper into her arms until they were pressed tightly together, closing every inch of distance between them.

“If you can accept everything about me… I actually want to tell you a few things.”

Lin Chumu’s heart skipped a beat. In the darkness, she met the bright, shimmering eyes of the person in her arms.