Chapter 8: It’s Very Sweet, Right?

The person more shocked than Meng Yao was the system.

The moment Zhao Xue finished her sentence, the system began flashing red lights frantically.

[Ahhh! Host, what did you just say?! The female lead is straight! Doing this will make her loathe you completely. How are we supposed to redeem her and help her like this?]

[No, you can’t do this with her! This will—]

The system was successfully muted by Zhao Xue again.

Zhao Xue’s words made Meng Yao’s heart thud violently. She stared into Zhao Xue’s eyes, trying to discern if she was joking.

Zhao Xue reached out, her long, slender finger tracing Meng Yao’s lips before moving down to rest on her Adam’s apple. Though a woman’s Adam’s apple is not as prominent as a man’s, Zhao Xue could clearly feel the movement of her swallowing.

Is she nervous?

Zhao Xue’s smile widened. She leaned in slowly and brushed a kiss against Meng Yao’s cheek. “Don’t worry, not right now.”

Her voice was soft and raspy, like a lover’s whisper.

But Zhao Xue had no intention of letting Meng Yao off the hook. “However, punishment is inevitable. Little dog, you’ll attend to my bath tonight.”

The bathroom was filled with hot steam, making everything look hazy and indistinct.

“Why is your head down? Look at me,” Zhao Xue’s teasing voice drifted through the fog.

Meng Yao’s hands were clenched into tight fists. At this moment, she was incredibly nervous. She couldn’t understand why; it was just a body of the same s*x, after all.

Then, Zhao Xue’s voice came again.

“Come here. Help me unhook my bra.”

Meng Yao’s body was stiff. She took slow, heavy steps forward, but her eyes remained lowered, fixed on the floor. However, since she was half a head taller than Zhao Xue, she would see something in her peripheral vision unless she closed her eyes entirely.

Feeling someone approach, Zhao Xue tilted her head and saw the downcast Meng Yao.

The corners of her mouth curved up. “How are you going to help me if you don’t look at me? You’re my little dog. Are you disobeying your master?”

Meng Yao’s thin lips pressed together. She slowly raised her eyes, and a vast expanse of snow-white skin flooded her vision.

Zhao Xue’s small, rounded shoulders were tinged with pink. The line from the back of her neck to her waist was exquisitely graceful, soft and beautiful. Further down, the skin looked as soft as white dough.

At this moment, the sound of Meng Yao’s heartbeat was deafening.

She reached out, trying her best not to touch Zhao Xue’s body, but since the hooks were flush against the skin, her fingertips inevitably brushed against that soft, warm flesh no matter how careful she was.

Meng Yao’s body was incredibly tense. Her face carried a trace more solemnity than usual, and her brow was slightly furrowed, as if she were facing a problem of the century.

“It’s done,” Meng Yao said, withdrawing her hand.

In the next moment, Zhao Xue turned around. Without the restraint of the hooks, the bra hung loosely. Meng Yao snapped her head to the side, her ears turning a deep red.

Zhao Xue squinted, thinking that being too pure-hearted only made one want to be even more excessive.

“Meng Yao, take it off for me.”

Zhao Xue’s words hit Meng Yao like a heavy weight. She knew she had to obey.

Meng Yao’s expression grew colder than usual as she tried to tell herself it didn’t matter—they were both the same s*x; what Zhao Xue had, she had too. Yet, she didn’t realize her outstretched hand was trembling slightly.

The cream-colored garment was slowly removed. Rounded, snow-white curves came into view, firm and soft. Though her body was pale, the peaks were tinged with a faint pink, protruding slightly.

Meng Yao felt like her breathing was about to stop. Heat spread uncontrollably through her entire body.

“It’s off.” When she finally spoke, her throat was parched and raspy.

She held the small garment Zhao Xue had just been wearing, her gaze settling on Zhao Xue’s face, only to be “burned” by the mirth in her eyes.

Zhao Xue: “Alright, you can go now.”

If she teased her any further, the girl’s head might actually start smoking.

Meng Yao immediately turned to leave. To any observer, her body was stiff with a sense of “fleeing in panic.”

Back in her own room, Meng Yao felt scorching hot, both in her face and her body. Her heart wouldn’t stop thumping.

She didn’t understand. How could someone like Zhao Xue exist—someone completely unpredictable, who you could never guess what they would do or say next?

Meng Yao sat at her desk. On it sat a second-hand laptop she had bought; the exterior was battered and looked like a piece of scrap. She hadn’t touched it since moving here.

Plugging it in, she waited for it to boot up. There seemed to be free internet here, as the computer automatically connected to the Wi-Fi. Clicking on a familiar software, a wave of messages flooded in.

— y, are you really not joining us? With your technical skills, our company could definitely grow big!

— Join our team, I really see potential in you.

— y, why are you ignoring me? I’m serious. Even though the company isn’t formed yet, I have the money. If you join, I’ll register it immediately!

Meng Yao lowered her long lashes, her fingers tapping lightly.

— Okay.

At this moment, the butterfly flapped its wings, bringing about unpredictable changes.

Su Xu sat in the classroom with an unreadable expression. Zhao Xue hadn’t sent him a message or looked for him in many days. He thought that over the holiday, she would have sent a flurry of messages, probably asking him out.

Logically, he should be relieved to have finally shaken off that “sticky plaster.” But his heart was filled with an indescribable gloom.

Bai Jianming, with a cynical smile on his face, spoke casually: “Su Xu, you’ve been distracted lately. You’re not upset because Zhao Xue stopped liking you, are you?”

He and Su Xu sat near each other. Among the four of them, he and Su Xu were the closest. Of the other two, one had flown abroad and the other was in his hometown; for now, it was just him and Su Xu at school.

Su Xu glanced at him indifferently, a gentle smile on his lips. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m just thinking about why Meng Yao has changed so much.”

Bai Jianming’s eyes grew inscrutable. “That’s good. Just remember, Su Xu, Zhao Xue is destined to be a loser. By the way, I’m organizing a party this week, and I plan to invite her.”

Lately, Zhao Xue had been behaving herself, and he couldn’t find any “material” to use against her.

As soon as the bell rang, Lin Shuang saw Meng Yao leave the classroom at a brisk pace. Recently, her seatmate had been acting strange; she used to stay in her seat during breaks, but now she left immediately without fail.

Inside a bathroom stall, Zhao Xue was being held by Meng Yao, sitting on the toilet with her legs straddling Meng Yao’s lap. Her slender waist was imprisoned by hands covered in calluses.

Zhao Xue rested her hands on Meng Yao’s shoulders, her head tilted back as she let Meng Yao suck and kiss her incessantly. After a long while, they slowly pulled apart, their lips red and moist, their faces flushed with the same heat.

Both were a bit breathless. Zhao Xue leaned her head on Meng Yao’s shoulder and whispered: “Meng Yao, you really are like a dog now, refusing to let go of my lips.”

Her voice held an ambiguous rasp. “Have you fallen in love with the taste of kissing? It’s very sweet, isn’t it?”

Meng Yao didn’t answer, but her grip on Zhao Xue’s waist tightened slightly.

Her grandmother was in good condition. The hospital said after another month of recuperation, she could have the surgery. Zhao Xue had provided all of this. Meng Yao had discovered that the lead surgeon was Zhao Xue’s aunt.

This reminded her of something. In every rebirth, Zhao Xue’s family was driven to bankruptcy by those four men. Because the Zhao family’s momentum was too strong and threatened to surpass the families of the F4, they teamed up to destroy them. Zhao Xue’s aunt was eventually stabbed in the right hand by a radical patient, never able to hold a scalpel again.

The only person in the world who could perform this specific surgery was gone.

Her grandmother would die because she couldn’t be treated. But what if she could protect Zhao Xue’s aunt before that happened?

[Death Value -5] [Death Value: 80/100]

Meng Yao’s eyes were deep. For the past week, Zhao Xue had dragged her to various places to kiss—the bathroom, the spot of their first kiss, empty classrooms. Zhao Xue seemed to have no fear of being discovered.

At the villa, there were traces of their kisses on the sofa, the bed, the bathroom, the living room, the kitchen, and the front door.

Meng Yao admitted she was becoming a bit addicted to the feeling of kissing Zhao Xue. But her logic told her she couldn’t fall for it. You might just be a pastime for her when she’s bored, just like how Su Xu and the others treated you.

“Class is about to start,” Meng Yao said.

Zhao Xue hummed a laugh. Her legs felt a bit weak from the kissing as she slowly straightened up. “That was quite a long one.”

Meng Yao’s kissing skills were getting better and better; it felt comfortable every time.

When Zhao Xue returned to class, her classmates had become much bolder. After spending time together recently, they realized Zhao Xue had changed—she was no longer flaunting her power. She hadn’t bullied anyone lately, and even her two lackeys had been given the cold shoulder.

Zhao Xue had changed; that was the universal sentiment.

However, the fear and disgust toward her wouldn’t disappear overnight. Mostly, people only dared to steal glances, but even one look made their hearts race.

Why hadn’t they noticed before that she was this beautiful? Perhaps because her previous demeanor was too arrogant and off-putting. Now, she was elegant and noble, making people feel that her pride was only natural.

Someone accidentally stared too long, because right now, Zhao Xue looked like a blooming peach blossom, her eyes and brows carrying an exquisite charm.

It was hard to imagine what she would look like in a few more years.

Sensing someone watching her, Zhao Xue glanced over and met the person’s eyes, her lips curling into a slight smile. Boom. The person’s face turned completely red instantly, and they hurriedly looked down.

Zhao Xue lamented: young people are so pure.

Sitting in her seat, she propped her head up and looked out the window, clearly daydreaming during class.

[Babe, still angry?]

Zhao Xue teased in her mind.

[…]

The system indicated it didn’t want to talk. Ever since it realized that every “pixelated” scene it saw was an intimate one, it could no longer look at the host and the female lead normally.

Even though the death value was dropping, it couldn’t be happy at all.

[Look, the female lead is enjoying it too, and it drops the death value. Isn’t that great?]

Great, my foot!!!

The female lead of a classic BG (Boy/Girl) angst novel was now hugging the host, kissing and licking her like a total lesbian. The system felt it could already see the future world-line collapsing.

Sometimes it truly wondered if the host wasn’t a newborn ghost from the 21st century, but a thousand-year-old monster. To be able to say such shameless things with a straight face… Give me back my BG female lead!!!

The system went into “self-isolation” mode, choosing to cry itself to sleep in the system space.