Chapter 6: Late at Night

Her demeanor was quite imperious. Meng Yao lowered her long lashes, her gaze sweeping over those crimson lips, her expression shifting ever so slightly.

Zhao Xue waited for a while. Seeing the other girl standing dazed, as if her mind had gone blank, she felt amused, though the corners of her mouth flattened out to look cold and displeased.

“Meng Yao, can’t you hear me? I want you to kiss me.”

It was a willful and rude demand, but the person before her was too beautiful. When she said such things, they felt more like a reward than an insult.

Meng Yao’s clenched fists loosened. It was just a kiss, after all. She moved closer to Zhao Xue, lowered her head, and with a clear target, captured Zhao Xue’s lips.

Soft lips met. Meng Yao mimicked Zhao Xue’s earlier actions, awkwardly holding the lips and grinding against them.

She couldn’t describe the feeling. Looking at the closed, long lashes of the person in front of her, a sudden dark impulse sprouted in her heart.

Could I make her cry from kissing? Meng Yao’s movements changed abruptly. She no longer stayed on the surface but pried open the lips and drove straight in. Their tongues met once more—still that sweet taste. Meng Yao slowly closed her eyes.

Perhaps out of a sense of retaliation, Meng Yao kissed very hard, shifting from the initial clumsy slowness to an urgent, fierce rhythm.

As if unable to withstand the assault, Zhao Xue wrapped her arms around Meng Yao’s neck, her body pressing closer in an intimate posture.

Meng Yao only felt two mounds of soft flesh pressing against her chest. Her body went inexplicably numb, and she leaned back against the tree behind her.

Her tongue seemed to lose its own will, swirling and tangling incessantly.

Something she had always found disgusting in the past now felt impossible to stop. She continuously drank in the other person’s breath.

The situation had completely reversed. It was Zhao Xue who had made the demand, but it was Meng Yao who wouldn’t stop kissing.

Zhao Xue was starting to find it hard to endure. Despite existing for so many years, this was her first time kissing; she didn’t know if it was because she hadn’t inhabited a living body for so long, but she felt her entire body going soft.

High schoolers had endless energy and stamina, and their minds were at their peak—they learned everything fast, including kissing.

With her tongue constantly entangled by Meng Yao, Zhao Xue tried to push back, but every time they touched, she was caught and held firmly again.

If Zhao Xue had called Meng Yao a “dog” earlier out of mischief, she truly felt like one now—a dog that had caught a meaty bone and refused to let go, licking and devouring it.

Zhao Xue ran out of strength. Her cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, and she let out soft, whimpering sounds, leaning her full weight on Meng Yao. With Meng Yao leaning against the tree, their bodies were tightly pressed together.

Meng Yao kissed too ruthlessly, catching her tongue and refusing to release it until Zhao Xue was thoroughly kissed through.

She couldn’t help but reach out to push Meng Yao, but Meng Yao seemed to feel nothing; her mouth never stopped.

Zhao Xue frowned and used more force. Meng Yao finally seemed to notice and pulled back.

There was a faint flush on her cool, white face, and her lips were red and swollen. Her eyes were dark and heavy. If not for her heavy breathing, her cold brows and eyes wouldn’t suggest she was the same person who had just been clinging to someone’s mouth.

In contrast, the corners of Zhao Xue’s eyes and her cheeks were entirely flushed. Her skin was thin and delicate; unlike Meng Yao’s cold white skin, hers was a clear, transparent white. With her red lips, red face, and watery eyes, she was already naturally vivid—now, having been kissed thoroughly, her every blink carried a soul-snatching charm.

Meng Yao quickly steadied her breathing, the flush on her face slowly receding. Her expression was faint, making it impossible to see into her heart.

Only when her gaze swept across those lips, swollen from her own kissing, did a very shallow ripple appear.

Zhao Xue’s small, subtle labial tubercle—the “lip pearl”—had swollen a whole size from her attention.

“Is this level enough?” Meng Yao spoke, her motives unclear.

Zhao Xue glared at her with feigned anger. However, her watery eyes had no momentum at all; instead, they looked like an invitation.

“Who told you to kiss like that? My tongue hurts so much.” Zhao Xue herself wouldn’t say such things, but right now she was an eighteen-year-old rich girl—arrogant and unreasonable. She was the one who asked for the kiss, but once it hurt, she complained about the other person.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, Zhao Xue smiled inscrutably: “Weren’t you disgusted? You kissed so hard… is it still disgusting?”

Meng Yao lowered her head and didn’t speak, seemingly returning to her initial state.

Zhao Xue glanced sideways at her. “Silent again. Truly a nerd. Let’s go,” she said in a tone of slight disdain.

Zhao Xue walked in front, and Meng Yao followed behind carrying both backpacks. It wasn’t until they saw the driver’s car that Meng Yao spoke, her voice somewhat raspy.

“Can I go to the hospital?”

Zhao Xue’s face had returned to its fair state, leaving only her slightly swollen lips to indicate what they had done.

Zhao Xue yawned and said carelessly, “Go ahead.”

Meng Yao turned to leave, but Zhao Xue reached out and tugged at the corner of her shirt.

“Get in the car. I’ll have the driver drop you off.”

“Okay,” Meng Yao replied. She didn’t refuse, knowing that refusal was useless.

Her gaze drifted to the corner of the shirt that had just been tugged.

The person before her didn’t seem to care about her secrets being discovered, yet she usually disguised herself. Who was she really? How did she enter “Zhao Xue’s” body, and what was her purpose in teasing her?

A rare sense of curiosity sprouted in Meng Yao’s heart. Even she found it strange; she thought she had long since lost interest in others through her repeated disappointments and suicides.

Time passed quickly. As night fell, Meng Yao returned to Zhao Xue’s small villa under the cover of darkness.

While Meng Yao was showering, Zhao Xue leaned back on the sofa to communicate with the system.

[Did you take the photos?]

System: [Done! They’ve all been transferred to the phone.] Having finished taking them, it went to handle the data transmission, thus missing Zhao Xue’s line about her tongue hurting.

[Host, did you teach the female lead a harsh lesson today? I saw nothing but pixels for a long time.]

Bloody, violent, or suggestive—any prohibited scenes appeared as “pixels” (mosaic) to the system.

In the simple mind of the system, the female lead and the host’s current identity were enemies, and this was an old-school BG (Boy/Girl) world. Even if it thought until its head split, it probably couldn’t guess what the pixels it saw actually represented.

Zhao Xue narrowed her eyes: [You’ll find out eventually.] A vague, non-committal answer.

The system didn’t ask further, assuming it must have guessed correctly.

Zhao Xue took out her phone and opened the album. Sure enough, several photos of the two of them kissing at school had been added.

Naturally, to the system, those photos were also just pixels.

[Well taken,] Zhao Xue praised.

The system felt embarrassed yet proud: [It’s alright, just average. I can do better next time.]

Zhao Xue put away her phone, took a brand-new phone from the cabinet under the coffee table, and went to Meng Yao’s room. She pushed the door open without hesitation and sat down leisurely on Meng Yao’s bed.

Meng Yao came out after her shower, her hair still dripping wet. Her fine bangs had been pushed back and fixed honestly at the top of her head.

Her usually pale, bloodless skin was steamed pink by the hot water. Her forehead was smooth and full, her features sharp and fluid. With long eyes and thin lips, her pupils were deep and devoid of emotion, exuding an incomparable indifference.

The system looked closely, feeling its operating data stall for a second: [This… this…] It couldn’t quite put it into words. Previously, the female lead either had her head down or her eyes hidden by her bangs, so it hadn’t seen her clearly. Now that it could, it was simply ridiculous.

The female lead’s setting in this world was a “grass-like,” resilient, herbivorous white lotus. Even if she was breaking down, she shouldn’t deviate this much from the setting, right? She looked completely like a predator.

In the end, the system said nothing and silently questioned its own existence.

The light in the room was a cool-toned fluorescent white, making the room very bright and clear.

She was still wearing that same set of short sleeves and jeans from yesterday.

Zhao Xue sat on the bed, her lips curving: “Why aren’t you wearing the pajamas I gave you?”

At the very beginning, Zhao Xue had arranged for someone to stuff the closet in this room with pajamas, changes of clothes, and basic daily necessities.

“Not used to it,” was the brief reply.

Zhao Xue beckoned, signaling Meng Yao to come over. She was wearing a short nightgown today, clearly revealing her snow-white, delicate thighs. Sitting on the edge of the bed, her thighs were pressed into an ambiguous curve.

The ends of Meng Yao’s hair were still damp as she walked over slowly.

She scanned Zhao Xue from top to bottom.

Zhao Xue tilted her head up, her hands propped on the edge of the bed. Only then did Meng Yao see clearly the neck that had been hidden by a collar during the day. It was covered in a ring of bruising red marks and scabbed bite marks—all made by her.

Was it that her skin was too tender, or that her own strength was too great? Or perhaps both. Those marks were glaringly obvious, including clear finger imprints.

Meng Yao averted her eyes, her gaze unintentionally lingering on the lips. They were still rosy, but the swelling had subsided; the “lip pearl” had returned to its original state, small and round.

From this angle, her face looked pitifully small.

Late at night, running into the room of someone she had just kissed while dressed like this—it shouldn’t be done even if they were the same s*x, let alone while tilting her head up in a way that looked like she was asking for a kiss.

Is she seducing me?

Meng Yao’s thin lips pursed tightly. She shouldn’t be thinking such things, but she didn’t know if it was that kiss that was affecting her.

“For you.”

Zhao Xue handed the new phone to Meng Yao. “Take it. There’s only one contact in there—me. You’re so poor you don’t even have a smartphone; I can’t even find you if something happens.”

The reason given was very matter-of-fact. Meng Yao took it, looking extremely obedient.

[Aside from her looks, the female lead is really honest and simple. How could she commit suicide?]

[And in the later stages of the small world, the male leads all revolve around her, the villainess goes bankrupt, and she gets into a good university with a bright future. Why would she kill herself?] The system muttered in Zhao Xue’s mind.

Honest and simple?

[System baby, you really are cute.]

The system was bewildered, not knowing what it had said right, but it was very happy to be praised by the host.

As Meng Yao took the phone, her soft fingertips brushed against Zhao Xue’s palm.

Meng Yao stared at that receding back. As she walked, the red marks pressed into her thighs flickered in and out of sight, like some sort of ambiguous traces.

It wasn’t until the figure disappeared that Meng Yao withdrew her gaze and looked at the new phone.

So… she just came to give me a phone.