Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha of a Cold Movie Queen - Chapter 106

Being bumped into was something Gu Qing hadn’t expected, but choosing to catch herself with her hands instead of falling—now that had been entirely her own decision.

A small scrape in exchange for a perfectly legitimate reason to ask for help? Worth it.

Gu Qing’s tone was calm, speaking of bathing as casually as if she were talking about washing her face. Qi Siyu’s mood, however, was anything but calm.

Ahhhhhhh! Lately, Qi Siyu’s inner monologue felt like a groundhog screaming into the void. Is Gu Qing serious?

She asked herself. Then answered herself. Yes. Yes, she is.

She froze for a good thirty seconds before she finally shuffled to the door. What do I do, what do I do? I can’t possibly refuse Gu Qing’s request!

Gu Qing seemed completely oblivious to her turmoil and followed her inside.

The soft click of the door closing sealed them into a confined space.

We’re both women, Qi Siyu told herself, helping each other bathe is no big deal. She kept mentally repeating it like a self-hypnosis chant. By the time she walked from the door to the middle of the room, her racing heartbeat had just begun to steady.

“Ahem,” Qi Siyu cleared her throat awkwardly. “Do you… want to wash up now?”

“Mm. Thank you.” Gu Qing’s voice was light, her index and middle finger already fumbling at the buttons of her shirt.

“Let me,” Qi Siyu said, unable to watch those slender fingers struggle.

“Thanks.” Without a trace of shyness, Gu Qing stepped right up to her.

Qi Siyu lowered her gaze and reached for the buttons—but her fingers trembled so badly that her entire arm shook.

One minute later, she hadn’t managed to undo a single one. On the verge of tears, she muttered an excuse, “These buttons are impossible. I should just bring a small knife tomorrow and widen the buttonholes.”

“Mhm. The shirt’s not great,” Gu Qing agreed with utter seriousness, which only deepened Qi Siyu’s embarrassment.

“Almost there,” Qi Siyu tried to pep-talk herself.

She attacked with both hands at once—

“Uh…” She stared in horror at the button between her fingers. She’d pulled it clean off.

“This shirt really is no good,” Gu Qing chuckled softly. “Might as well just rip all the buttons off.”

From her angle, she could see Qi Siyu’s bright, burning-red ears—so cute, so tempting.

If it was the past, Gu Qing would’ve immediately pulled her in, taken her earlobe into her mouth, and watched her shiver from head to toe.

Now… it seemed she still could. And it would be even more fun.

Qi Siyu, still reeling from Gu Qing’s words, thought, Wha—how can you destroy all the buttons just because one broke?! That’s not okay!

She lifted her head, ready to argue—

The next second, Gu Qing leaned in, tiptoed, and caught her earlobe between her teeth.

And bit. Qi Siyu could feel the firmness of teeth distinctly.

Before she could react, Gu Qing gave a quick, playful pop of a kiss.

“Sorry, lost my balance,” Gu Qing said mildly.

Qi Siyu’s head felt like a kettle of boiling water—her thoughts bubbled and steamed, her face as hot as heated iron.

It didn’t hurt; it was a tingling, electric shiver, like a jolt underwater—first warm, her skin pulled gently by soft lips and tongue, then suddenly released.

Then came the cool dampness, which only made her crave that earlier warmth again.

Her soul felt like it had been sucked into the clouds, her brain completely overloaded.

It took her ages to croak out, “I-it’s fine.”

“That’s good. Let’s continue.” Gu Qing acted as though nothing had happened—making Qi Siyu feel all the more self-conscious.

She forced herself to calm down. If Gu Qing said it was an accident, then she’d believe it.

…But who “accidentally” kisses like that? Even if the initial bump was unintentional, the last playful pop was absolutely on purpose.

Qi Siyu snuck a glance at her, only to find Gu Qing’s beautiful eyes curved with a faint smile that seemed to say, Yes, I did it on purpose. What are you going to do about it?

The answer, of course, was—nothing. Gritting her teeth, Qi Siyu carefully undid the rest of the buttons.

Three minutes later, she had freed the last one from its “cage.”

Only now did she realize—she herself had walked right into the cage.

Swallowing, she gingerly slipped off Gu Qing’s shirt.

Beneath it was a fitted camisole, the back bare except for a single strap low on the waist, perfectly framing her delicate shoulder blades.

Circling to the back, Qi Siyu took in the view—pale skin, faint marks… marks she belatedly realized she herself had left.

From the pattern alone, she could tell how unrestrained she’d been that night.

Ahhhhh! And I don’t even remember any of it! What a loss!

Stop! Stop thinking like that! She pinched her thigh to keep her mind out of the gutter.

“Cough… about this camisole—” she began, but Gu Qing had already lifted her arms. “From the bottom up, please.”

“O-okay.” Not daring to dawdle for fear of tiring her, Qi Siyu quickly pulled the black camisole over her head.

Now, the only thing left on her upper body was a bra.

Qi Siyu powered through, staying behind Gu Qing until all her clothes were off.

She wrapped Gu Qing’s injured hand in plastic wrap, and together they moved to the bathroom. The space there was even smaller, the air warmer, the distance between them dangerously close—close enough that their breaths seemed to mingle.

Keeping her head down, Qi Siyu tested the water temperature.

She had no idea how flushed she was—how enticing she looked from head to toe.

“Thank you.” The sound of rushing water seemed to drape Gu Qing’s voice in a soft, honeyed allure.

“N-no need to thank me. It’s my duty.” Even staring at the floor, Qi Siyu couldn’t help noticing Gu Qing’s toes—neatly rounded nails, soft pink, cutely wiggling as if dancing.

When it came time to lather and wash, Qi Siyu could no longer avoid contact.

Even through the bath towel and a layer of bubbles, she could feel the softness beneath her palms.

She wanted to make it quick, but by the time they emerged, half an hour had passed.

“Sit for a bit—I’ll grab your pajamas from your room. Hanging in the closet, right?”

Only now did Qi Siyu realize Gu Qing had come empty-handed.

“Mm, the short-sleeved long nightdress. Thanks,” Gu Qing replied.

Qi Siyu didn’t dare look at her—even though she’d just been the one to wrap that towel around her, the image of those long, fair legs wouldn’t leave her head.

Room key in hand, she hurried out—only to run straight into Shi Ying, who was holding skewers and beer.

“Where are you off to? Give me your key, I’ll wait in your room,” Shi Ying said, reaching for the card.

Qi Siyu instinctively dodged. “No. I have a guest. Go drink by yourself.”

Shi Ying blinked. A guest? At this hour?

But Qi Siyu ignored her and walked away quickly.

Not right. Definitely not right. Shi Ying rubbed her chin thoughtfully, Gu Qing’s face flashing instantly in her mind.

If Qi Siyu was acting weird, it had to be because of her.

Grinning, Shi Ying decided to find out for herself. She slipped to the corner near Qi Siyu’s room and waited for her return.

Meanwhile, Qi Siyu reached Gu Qing’s door, heart pounding for no good reason. She’d even been to Gu Qing’s home before—why was she nervous now?

A soft beep and the door unlocked.

Inside was dark; she slid the card in and the lights came on.

Moving like a thief, she headed straight for the wardrobe. Only two nightgowns hung inside—one modest short-sleeved long dress, and one… very much not modest: a strappy slip with an open back and a hem that barely covered anything.

She averted her eyes, grabbed the long dress, and was about to leave—when she remembered Shi Ying. Carrying a single garment in her hands would look suspicious.

A bag. She needed an opaque bag. Her eyes landed on a white paper bag by the nightstand. Light, and seemingly empty. Perfect.

She stuffed the dress inside and left, locking the door behind her—

Only to realize, a few steps later, that she’d left the room card plugged into the slot.

Too late now. She’d just tell Gu Qing later and have her get a spare from the front desk.

Comforting herself with that thought, she returned to her own door—

Only for Shi Ying to charge past her like a bull, skewers and beer in hand, cackling. “Let me see what you’re hiding—”

Her words froze when she locked eyes with Gu Qing, sitting in a chair in nothing but a towel, reading a script.

The calm in those eyes was icy enough to shatter Shi Ying’s gossip-fueled enthusiasm into frosty shards. “Ahem, just… bringing some snacks. Eat if you get hungry.”

She set the bag down and backed out.

Now it was just Qi Siyu and Gu Qing staring at each other.

Rubbing her forehead, Qi Siyu muttered, “She… isn’t always right in the head.”

“It’s fine,” Gu Qing said evenly.

Qi Siyu shut the door, ignored the skewers, and handed her the paper bag. “Got it—the short-sleeved nightdress.”

Gu Qing paused at the sight of the bag, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “Thanks.”

She tipped the bag upside down onto the bed.

Out spilled the nightdress… and a few small toys.

Qi Siyu’s face instantly turned crimson.