The Plan to Save the Villainess Supporting Actress [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 20

Rain is truly magical.

Especially on summer days, before the first drop falls, when the clouds churn and surge like an ocean, and the air is thick with humidity and lingering heat.

It effortlessly influences human emotions.

Yet after the downpour, it inexplicably washes away all discomfort.

What follows is the crisp freshness of leaves and grass, the earthy scent rising from the damp soil.

A raindrop falling from the sky to the ground travels far faster than five centimeters per second, carelessly stirring the hidden emotions and sensations growing within a person.

When the air suddenly sweeps away the stifling heat, the warmth radiating from a human body after exertion becomes unmistakably apparent.

Even Zhu Ran, whose skin temperature was perpetually lower than most, seemed to emanate a faint warmth.

Nan Zhi quietly let go of her hand, looking up at the sky in slight bewilderment, forcing a smile to diffuse the inexplicable tension.

“Wow! What luck? I almost got drenched! Guess I really do have some good fortune on my side!”

The moment their palms parted, the coolness brought by the storm replaced the warm glow of the streetlights that had enveloped Nan Zhi’s hand.

Zhu Ran didn’t respond.

Perhaps her words were hard to follow up on.

But Nan Zhi didn’t feel awkward.

This brief silence wasn’t oppressive, nor was it embarrassing, it wasn’t any of those negative things.

Just unnatural?

Even Nan Zhi couldn’t quite define it.

Strangely enough, when she first met Zhu Ran, she hadn’t felt this way.

When had the shift in emotions begun?

The relentless rain gradually claimed the open space in front of the dormitory building. The motion-activated lights flickered on and off, startled awake by the sound of the downpour.

Mist hung like strings of pearls, and the fluorescent lights dazzled and blurred.

Flickering.

Despite the clamor of the rain, the sound of their gradually steadying breaths seemed louder dense and rhythmic, like raindrops blown against skin, clinging to the edges of their ears.

Inhale, exhale, overlapping, tangling, pausing, then resuming.

Nan Zhi couldn’t help but hold her breath lightly.

Then one of the rhythms ceased its lingering, and the other paused briefly for a second too.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve watched the rain like this.”

Zhu Ran suddenly spoke.

Nan Zhi froze for a moment before smiling. “So you like watching the rain?”

All sounds returned to their rightful places, the downpour just a step away, the soft click of the motion-activated lights turning back on, and their breaths reclaiming their own spaces.

Replacing that unnatural tension was a faint, elusive sense of loss that even Nan Zhi didn’t notice.

Fortunately, the emotion vanished as quickly as it came, because Zhu Ran tilted her head and asked a question.

“I thought you knew me well.”

Nan Zhi was stunned. “Huh?”

Those mesmerizing black eyes, more dazzling than the fluorescent lights, remained fixed on Nan Zhi’s gaze.

Zhu Ran’s lips curled slightly. “Didn’t you say you knew me well? You even knew I don’t eat scallions.”

Her long lashes lowered, veiling her eyes as she murmured softly, “But such trivial things, only you would know.”

Perhaps it was the harsh glare of the fluorescent lights, but Zhu Ran’s already pale skin seemed almost translucent.

A few strands of her loosely draped black hair were damp, clinging to her forehead and cheeks, a glistening raindrop caught in them, enhancing her ethereal beauty.

Nan Zhi almost didn’t dare speak, afraid to shatter the fragile aura surrounding her.

As her gaze lingered on Zhu Ran’s eyes, Nan Zhi couldn’t help but freeze for a moment.

Those long, curled lashes, dark as crow feathers, trembled faintly as if betraying emotions their owner couldn’t voice.

Nan Zhi couldn’t quite explain what came over her.

Before she knew it, she had already wrapped her arms around Zhu Ran.

Her hands brushed over Zhu Ran’s shoulders, separated only by the pink class uniform, yet Nan Zhi suddenly recalled that red dress, the glimpse of pale shoulders now seemingly overlapping with the present, cradled within the circle of her arms.

Her palms pressed against those lethally alluring shoulder blades.

Her chin rested lightly in the curve of Zhu Ran’s neck, the very line that had captivated her from the start, while the phantom scent of oud and roses clung persistently to her senses.

And then there was the softness against her chest.

Rising and falling with each breath, a subtle friction, impossible to ignore.

“It’ll pass, don’t think about it!”

The words of comfort caught abruptly in her throat, neither advancing nor retreating.

Zhu Ran’s arms slid lightly around Nan Zhi’s waist, tightening, pulling her closer until their bodies pressed flush together.

Stray strands of hair brushed against Nan Zhi’s ear, and a lingering droplet of water teetering on the edge before now grazed the tip of her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

Those delicate shoulder blades quivered faintly, as if a butterfly were about to emerge from its cocoon.

“Thank you for being here.”

A vibration in the chest, then another.

Was it the pounding of a heart, or the sound of Zhu Ran’s voice? The two intertwined, overwhelming Nan Zhi’s nerves, her rationality.

The rain softened.

The motion-activated light flickered off.

Darkness crept in from all sides.

Every inch of skin where their bodies touched began to burn.

The girl’s impossibly soft form contrasted starkly with the stubborn firmness of her shoulder blades, a contradiction unique to Zhu Ran.

Nan Zhi couldn’t suppress the thought:

This darkness had come at just the right moment.

Otherwise, how could she face this trembling that she didn’t know who had started, or who had first pushed away the warmth or who.

Had first pressed their lips together, damp and tender.

A springtime warmth, misplaced in this summer night’s rain.

This time, their breaths mingled beyond mere entanglement.

Scorching air burst forth like an eruption of sensation lips parting and meeting, tongues tangling, then separating, only to reunite with a numbing intensity.

Heat climbed rapidly. Nan Zhi’s lips parted slightly, and with an unnameable emotion, she caught Zhu Ran’s lower lip between her teeth, only to release it the moment their tongues met again.

The rain grew louder once more. The fluorescent light flicked back on with a sharp click.

Electricity seemed to pour from the light, searing through her skull like a reckless serpent, racing down every nerve before pooling at the tip of her tongue.

Cool fingers trailed slowly up Nan Zhi’s waist, crackling with static, before one hand cradled the back of her head, holding her in place.

The other slipped beneath the loose hem of her T-shirt, fingertips tracing taut skin, igniting desire with every lingering touch.

Inky black hair cascaded down, brushing against Nan Zhi’s cheek, her neck again and again.

It was unbearable.

Nan Zhi’s eyes fluttered open slightly, her vision blurred as if veiled in steam.

So hot. So desperate.

One last sweep of the tongue, and their lips parted. Cool, rain-fresh air rushed back into her lungs.

Zhu Ran’s upturned eyes were tinged with a faint flush not the shyness of wearing that seductive red dress, but something far more primal.

The slightly swollen lips still glistened with traces of moisture as the motion-sensor light flickered off and on again.

Zhu Ran extended the tip of her tongue, lightly licking the corner of her mouth.

For the first time, that impossibly beautiful yet icy face wore an expression so alluring and dangerous.

Her heart screamed wildly, drowning out all reason.

Nan Zhi thought she must be insane.

Dawn broke.

Nan Zhi sat dazed on the bed, staring blankly at the familiar face before her.

It overlapped and merged with the dream version, flushed with desire except this time, the expression was one of confusion.

Zhu Ran waved a hand in front of Nan Zhi’s eyes. “Wake up, or we’ll be late.”

Nan Zhi froze.

A moment later, realization finally struck. She suddenly covered her face with both hands, collapsing into the blankets with a wail loud enough to shock the entire dorm.

“AAAAAHHH!!!”

F*ck!

What the hell had she just dreamed about?!?!?!

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