The Plan to Save the Villainess Supporting Actress [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 28

There were three outfits for this magazine shoot. The first was the group uniform they were currently wearing.

“A bit stiff.”

The photographer shook his head. It was understandable; except for a few who had already debuted and had some modeling experience, the rest were awkward in their own ways.

“The one on the far left,” the photographer looked down at the names, “Nan Zhi. You and the girl to your right, give each other a hug. Do something more lively.”

The core theme of the group uniform was youth. The prop room for the shoot had been arranged like a giant dessert shop, with cake-shaped props and dolls scattered across the floor. The girls were either sitting or standing, interacting in small groups.

Hearing the instruction, Nan Zhi blinked and turned to look at Zhu Ran.

“Yes, you two. Hug, or maybe you can put a headband on her. Just give me a playful, bickering vibe.”

“Got it!”

Nan Zhi agreed with a grin, then whispered in a tone only the two of them could hear, “Don’t let your face get too red, or they’ll find out.”

She extended her arm, wrapping it around Zhu Ran’s waist and pulling her gently into her embrace. The soft sensation against her chest transmitted warmth through their layers of clothing.

Zhu Ran did more than just blush. She shot Nan Zhi a half-reproachful, half-amused look. With a flick of her eyes, she reached out and pressed her palm against Nan Zhi’s face, playfully pushing her away.

Nan Zhi: ?

QAQ?

My wife pushed me away, what do I do? Waiting online, very urgent.

“Hey, that’s a great feeling! It feels like you’re messing around!” The photographer quickly raised his camera, shutter clicking rapidly. “The one on the left can make a little face; the one on the right, keep that expression, it’s perfect.”

Since her face was being pushed by Zhu Ran, Nan Zhi simply pouted.

Zhu Ran’s hand was pressed against the lower half of her cheek. When Nan Zhi pouted, her lips brushed right against the tip of Zhu Ran’s pinky finger. The warm touch was fleeting, yet impossible to ignore. A slight itch blossomed at Zhu Ran’s fingertip, as if craving for that warmth to return.

Zhu Ran’s gaze darkened slightly. She couldn’t help but shift her pinky finger. When the rounded tip of her finger brushed Nan Zhi’s lip again, Zhu Ran pursed her lips, a glint of a smile dancing in her eyes.

“Very good, great expressions. You can make the body language more exaggerated, or change to a different set of poses.”

On the other side of the group, Yu Yulin and Mu Siqiong simply pressed their faces together in a cute “bestie” pose.

Nan Zhi deliberately tilted her head, her lips softly grazing Zhu Ran’s palm, leaving a lingering kiss. “Shall we change poses too?”

“Hmm?”

In the next second, Nan Zhi hooked her arms around Zhu Ran’s neck, and their foreheads met. To the photographer, it looked like they were challenging each other.

In reality—

Staring at each other at such close range, their breaths entwined once more. Their noses brushed and separated; they clearly wanted to get closer, yet had to keep their distance because of the cameras.

They both involuntarily thought back to the kiss that night.

Being this close, Nan Zhi could clearly see Zhu Ran’s lips, coated in a light dried-rose red reminiscent of the faint flush that had crept to the corners of her eyes amidst the hazy mist that night.

Even though she was the one who initiated the proximity, Nan Zhi was the one forced to concede. She thought grumpily that she wasn’t being “bad” to Zhu Ran; she was clearly just torturing herself.

As if sensing Nan Zhi’s inner turmoil, Zhu Ran curled her lips slightly, a flash of something vivid in her eyes. Her cool hand slipped quietly into Nan Zhi’s palm. She rose onto the heel of her right foot, her knee brushing against the inner side of Nan Zhi’s knee.

“Excellent! There’s a bit of a ‘fighting’ vibe now. Make your eyes a bit fiercer!”

The flashbulbs continued to pop around them. Nan Zhi bit her lower lip hard, a hint of crimson at the corners of her eyes as she shot a mock-angry glare at Zhu Ran.

“Ayy~ nice! Hold that!”

This was excruciating.

Zhu Ran smiled and whispered, “What’s wrong?”

She seemed to have used a peach-flavored mouthwash. A light, fruity fragrance followed her soft exhale, teasing Nan Zhi’s nose again and again. “You seem a little unhappy.”

Who could be happy in this situation!

Nan Zhi wasn’t just unhappy; she was practically in tears. She had brought this on herself.

When is this shoot going to end?!

By the time the three sets of photos were completed, it was 2:30 PM. The production team kindly gave them a short break, allowing them free time as long as they didn’t return too late.

“Where to first?”

“To buy something for Kong Annie.”

“Annie?” Zhu Ran was surprised. “She didn’t tell me.”

Nan Zhi arched an eyebrow and smiled. “She was probably too embarrassed.”

Zhu Ran was completely baffled, but Nan Zhi refused to explain, maintaining an air of mystery.

The two took a taxi to the city center and stopped in front of a large commercial complex. They had both changed out of their uniforms after the shoot to avoid being recognized by fans.

Nan Zhi and Zhu Ran walked openly hand-in-hand, taking the escalator to the second floor, and finally stopped in front of a brand-name lingerie store.

Zhu Ran’s eyes were full of suspicion. “Is Annie really the one who wants to buy something?”

Nan Zhi felt hurt. Did her wife really have such a bad impression of her?! She pulled a slip of paper from her pocket and handed it over. “Really! Look, isn’t this Annie’s handwriting?”

Zhu Ran actually took it to check.

“Hello, ladies. How can I help you today?” a shop assistant asked warmly. “We have some new arrivals. Would you like to take a look?”

Before Zhu Ran could answer, Nan Zhi had already excitedly followed the assistant.

The assistant led them to the back row of shelves and pointed toward the fitting rooms. “The fitting rooms are here. If you see a style you like, just let me know.”

Nan Zhi picked out two sports-style bras according to Kong Annie’s request and had the assistant pack them up.

“And this one, for myself.”

The assistant and Zhu Ran followed Nan Zhi’s finger. She was pointing at a black lace bra. This style was clearly designed for sexiness; just looking at it made one’s face heat up.

The assistant smiled. “You have great taste. This is from our newest batch and is very popular. We also have a matching silk nightgown. Would you like to try it on?”

Nan Zhi nodded without hesitation.

“Certainly. However, for the nightgown, I might need to check the warehouse. Would you like to try the bra for size first? I’ll bring the nightgown to you once I find it.”

“You can just give it to my friend. She’ll bring it in for me,” Nan Zhi said, deliberately drawing out the last few words as she pointed at Zhu Ran.

Before Zhu Ran could protest, the assistant nodded. “Of course.”

“Hey.” Under the brim of her cap, Zhu Ran’s cheeks were flushed like a translucent pink peach. “Who said I’d bring it in for you?”

Without the restriction of microphones, Nan Zhi’s boldness knew no bounds. She leaned into Zhu Ran’s ear, her breath warm. “My girlfriend, of course.”

As the fitting room door clicked shut and Nan Zhi disappeared from view, Zhu Ran finally exhaled. Her heart was full of nerves and joy; her blood was racing, sending signals to every part of her body.

So, this is what a date feels like.

Zhu Ran looked at the door, pressing her hands to her burning cheeks. She had never dared to fantasize about someone loving her, let alone dating. Even just holding Nan Zhi’s hand in a crowd made her feel both clumsy and secretly thrilled.

She remembered once handling a suitor for Shen Jiaying and catching a glimpse of a love letter that began with:

Normal body temperature is 37°C. When you encounter love, the body releases a chemical that causes the temperature to rise to 37.2°C. ①

At the time, Zhu Ran had found it ridiculous. But now, the heat she felt in her palms told her that her temperature was far beyond 37.2.

“Miss, I’ve found the matching nightgown.”

The assistant’s voice pulled her back to reality. Zhu Ran didn’t dare look up; she hurriedly took the garment and walked to the door.

Knock—

At the first tap, the lock clicked open, and the door cracked slightly. Zhu Ran’s face turned scarlet. She knew it. Yet, her body ignored all sense of shame. Following her most primal instinct, she quietly pushed the door open.

The fitting rooms in this brand’s store followed a specific style. Behind the door was a heavy velvet curtain to prevent any accidental exposure. A warm-colored light was installed inside the stall, making the crimson velvet look even more atmospheric. The mix of soft orange and vivid red was slightly dizzying.

Zhu Ran stood between the door and the curtain, holding the thin, smooth silk nightgown.

“Here.”

She didn’t go in; she just reached her hand around the side of the curtain. There was no sound from behind it, as if no one was there.

Zhu Ran hesitated, calling out softly, “Nan Zhi?”

No response.

Knowing full well that Nan Zhi had just opened the door for her, a sense of nervousness still rose within her, and she stepped right into the trap.

The moment she lifted the curtain and was pulled inside, the thought flashed through Zhu Ran’s mind: This person really is an ‘enemy leader.’ She’s quite wicked.

Before she could retreat, Nan Zhi grabbed Zhu Ran’s waist, pinning her against the wall of the stall, and whispered, “Shh.”

Outside the stall, the rhythmic clack-clack of the assistant’s high heels was clearly audible. She seemed to be in a hurry, her footsteps disrupting the soft music playing from the speakers and the breathing of the two people inside the stall.

The soundproofing here was poor.

Therefore.

Nan Zhi leaned in and pressed her lips to Zhu Ran’s, leaving a gentle kiss. Zhu Ran’s wrists were held against the wall; she felt a slight chill at her back, but her front was enveloped by the warmth of another person. It was like being between ice and fire.

The scent of peach lingered between their lips, swirling and echoing. It was truly summer the fruit was succulent. With a light flick of the tongue, the peach juice flowed between their teeth, sickeningly sweet.

“Miss, is the size alright?”

Outside the door, the assistant’s gentle voice rang out.

The “enemy” was forced to leave that soft warmth. Zhu Ran breathed heavily, breaking free from Nan Zhi’s grip.

“Still trying it on just a—moment!”

The tone of the last word wavered, escaping almost as a tremble. Fortunately, the music in the shop switched to rock at that moment, drowning out her strange inflection.

“Certainly, Miss. Take your time. Just call if you need anything else.”

Nan Zhi tilted her head back, unable to even utter a reply. As the sound of the high heels faded, she let out a whimpering, low gasp.

An exquisite itch began at her earlobe just like the assistant’s “take your time”, it lingered down her neck, igniting everything in its path. Nan Zhi half-closed her eyes, seeing only the swaying, fragmented lights.

Finally, teeth and tongue came to rest on the tip of her collarbone, turning the itch into a different kind of punishment.

Zhu Ran nibbled gently.

The 37.2°C she had once scoffed at now that she had experimented for herself, she knew it didn’t end there.

“You look very good in this.”

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