Transmigrating Into A Sadistic Novel And Becoming A Master Of Painting Rosy Pictures - Chapter 74

The supercar’s two seats weren’t far apart. Since Bian Yingning was turned sideways, Shang Qinghui leaned closer without thinking.

Bian Yingning suddenly turned her head, and Shang Qinghui realized she was too close. Bian Yingning, without thinking, moved forward slightly.

When their faces were close, their lips touched.

Both were stunned. Normally, they would instinctively pull back.

But neither moved. They looked at each other, even their breathing stopped.

Shang Qinghui felt Bian Yingning’s warmth. She felt like a piece of duckweed on a stormy sea, waves crashing over her until she was submerged.

Bian Yingning looked into Shang Qinghui’s eyes, seeing her own reflection.

A light touch of skin sent their hearts racing.

After a long time, Shang Qinghui pulled back slightly but didn’t move far.

She pursed her lips, her large, bright eyes fixed on Bian Yingning.

Bian Yingning’s gaze moved from Shang Qinghui’s eyes to her lips.

Pink and soft, without lipstick after the meal, but still alluring.

Bian Yingning lightly touched her own lower lip; the feeling lingered.

The car was silent.

When Bian Yingning reacted, Shang Qinghui was straddling her, one arm around her waist, the other on the back of her head, her tongue exploring Bian Yingning’s mouth.

Shang Qinghui’s hair tickled Bian Yingning’s neck, making her heart itch.

Shang Qinghui held Bian Yingning’s face, her mouth open, allowing Bian Yingning to explore.

The sweet scent of milk tea mingled in their mouths. The sounds were thick, like their embrace.

But it wasn’t enough.

No matter how deep, it wasn’t enough. They wanted more.

Bian Yingning tightened her grip, their bodies pressed together.

Their chests brushed.

Their breathing became ragged.

Only constant rubbing could satisfy their desires.

After a while, the sounds stopped. Shang Qinghui’s flushed face was against Bian Yingning’s, her breath hot against her ear.

Bian Yingning swallowed, looking at the street scene, trying to calm herself.

Shang Qinghui’s face was soft and elastic, very comfortable against her.

Bian Yingning moved her face, feeling like she was rubbing a water balloon.

Holding the person on her lap, Bian Yingning’s hands moved.

She circled her waist—so slender.

She pinched it—shocked, she had no fat after eating and drinking milk tea.

As Bian Yingning’s hand moved lower, Shang Qinghui gritted her teeth, “Try moving again.”

Bian Yingning’s hand stopped: “…”

She actually wanted to ask what would happen if she did.

After Shang Qinghui sat back in her seat, and Bian Yingning fastened her seatbelt, neither knew what to say.

Bian Yingning didn’t know how it happened. At that moment… she felt… that something should happen.

She just didn’t understand why it was Shang Qinghui.

But feelings aren’t something you can explain clearly.

She had never thought about who she would be with. She wasn’t without emotional needs, but she wanted it to happen naturally. The right person would come along.

But… should I be thinking about these things now?

Shang Qinghui cleared her throat, starting the car, her voice cold, “Sorry, I was milk-drunk just now. I hope you don’t mind.”

Bian Yingning, still trying to figure out their relationship: “???”

What did that mean? Was she trying to deny it?

Milk-drunk? Could she come up with a more ridiculous excuse?!

Bian Yingning gritted her teeth, about to question her, when she heard the system’s announcement.

[Congratulations, host, for successfully preventing Duanmu Zhengjie from being framed. Mission completion: 100%, points earned: 360]

[“Strength Enhancing Pill” used. Host points -50]

[Successfully prevented Duanmu Zhengjie from falling for the male lead’s charm. Mission completion: 100%, points earned: 50]

[Congratulations, host, for dispelling 60% of the original plot constraints. Points earned: 3000]

[Host’s current total points: 5449, Painting Rosy Picture experience points: 11]

Bian Yingning’s questions were stuck in her throat.

The points… almost enough.

Bian Yingning’s heart suddenly sank.

Wasn’t this what she wanted? Why, with victory in sight, didn’t she feel relieved?

Bian Yingning looked at Shang Qinghui, who was seriously driving, her hands on the steering wheel. As they rounded a corner, her movements were smooth and elegant.

“I don’t mind. Don’t worry about it,” she heard herself say softly.

“Heh.” Shang Qinghui suddenly sneered, the sports car screeching to a halt.

The sudden stop sent Bian Yingning forward, but her seatbelt held her back.

Shang Qinghui turned to her, furious, “Bian Yingning, I didn’t expect you to be like this!”

Bian Yingning: “?”

She felt wronged.

“What? Didn’t you tell me not to mind?”

“I told you not to mind, and you really didn’t? What was that just now? A dream?” Shang Qinghui’s questions stunned Bian Yingning.

“Whatever you say is right, and my answer is wrong, right?”

Bian Yingning was stunned. Her heavy mood lifted; she wanted to confront Shang Qinghui and tell her not to be so domineering.

“So you understand,” Shang Qinghui said proudly.

Bian Yingning pinched her cheek, “You’ve surprised your father. Who’s as domineering as you? The little tyrant of H City, huh?”

Shang Qinghui’s face was like dough being pulled.

“Don’t pinch me.”

She tried to swat Bian Yingning’s hand away, but Bian Yingning let go first.

“Heh,” Bian Yingning chuckled, “I like your arrogant look. I want you to not worry about it. What can you do?”

Shang Qinghui’s face was flushed from being pinched, “Bian Yingning, you’re a slut!”

Bian Yingning had already given up on her reputation, “I can be even more of a slut. Want to see?”

Shang Qinghui: “?”

“Besides me… you…”

Shang Qinghui hesitated, unable to continue.

The question seemed inappropriate, but she really wanted to ask. Her lips pursed slightly, her hesitation evident.

Bian Yingning was amused by her self-torment.

Like a proud Persian cat, you tease it with a piece of meat. It wants to ignore you, maintain its elegance, but the meat smells so good, it’s drooling.

Who wouldn’t be captivated by that struggle?

“Besides me, what?” Bian Yingning said, “What else?”

Shang Qinghui bit her already red lips, “Besides me, how many people have you kissed?”

Bian Yingning frowned, “That’s… a difficult question.”

Shang Qinghui’s face paled, “What did you say?”

Bian Yingning frowned deeper, raising a hand, pretending to count.

As she counted, Shang Qinghui’s face turned black.

She wiped her lips forcefully, her skin stretching.

“Bian Yingning, you’re disgusting!”

“Disgusting?” Bian Yingning asked with a smile, “Even if I am, you just kissed me. Which part of your mouth haven’t I explored? So, you’re not clean either?”

Shang Qinghui’s face turned from green to white, then white to black.

Bian Yingning was amused.

“Why aren’t you chaste…” Shang Qinghui said, her eyes welling up, on the verge of tears.

Bian Yingning stopped teasing her and apologized.

“Don’t cry. We’re just arguing.”

Bian Yingning comforted her frantically.

Shang Qinghui, flushed and teary-eyed, turned away, “Don’t bother me. Go find your other sisters.”

Bian Yingning sighed, “You’re so annoying. You cry when you can’t win.”

“Hmph.” Shang Qinghui coldly snorted.

She still wouldn’t look at her.

“I thought you were domineering, bad-tempered, unreasonable, and now I find out you’re a crybaby,” Bian Yingning listed Shang Qinghui’s flaws.

Shang Qinghui turned her face, “Bian Yingning, are you done?!”

Who gave her the guts to say that to my face!

Tears welled up. Bian Yingning, neither laughing nor crying, wiped away her tears.

“But I’ve only been intimate with you, my spoiled brat.”

Bian Yingning looked seriously into her eyes, speaking softly.

“No other sisters. Those are just friends. Only you… are different.”

Only she is different.

Perhaps some people are destined to be entangled from their first meeting.

Bian Yingning wiped away her tears.

Shang Qinghui, teary-eyed, said, “But you said… you couldn’t even count them!”

Bian Yingning pinched her pouting lips, making them into a duck’s beak, smiling, “I was kidding, Tyrannosaurus Rex.”

Shang Qinghui’s face crumpled. Unable to speak with her mouth pinched, she retaliated.