Transmigrating Into A Sadistic Novel And Becoming A Master Of Painting Rosy Pictures - Chapter 75

Bian Yingning, thinking Shang Qinghui also wanted to pinch her, instinctively turned her head to avoid it. As soon as she turned, she felt a tightening on her chest.

Bian Yingning was stunned.

She slowly lowered her head, like a statue.

A small, soft hand was clasped on her breast.

Bian Yingning: “?”

Under her gaze, the hand tightened further.

Bian Yingning: “???”

Looking at her hand still holding Shang Qinghui’s mouth, then at the position of Shang Qinghui’s hand, Bian Yingning felt she’d been taken advantage of.

Quickly releasing Shang Qinghui’s mouth, Bian Yingning defended her territory.

Throwing Shang Qinghui’s hand away, Bian Yingning crossed her arms protectively over her chest, shrinking back against the car door: “What are you doing?! You’re feeling me up!”

Shang Qinghui, no longer crying, sniffed, her plump lips moving, “Little bun.”

Bian Yingning: “…”

Thanks for the A2A, I’m furious.

My dignity is gone.

“You don’t want to go home tonight, do you?” Bian Yingning said through gritted teeth.

Shang Qinghui rolled her eyes, “What? You don’t allow people to tell the truth?”

“That’s not the truth! That’s a blatant lie!” Bian Yingning shouted.

“Don’t you have any self-awareness?” Shang Qinghui looked at her disdainfully, her calmness contrasting sharply with Bian Yingning’s anger.

Bian Yingning clutched her clothes, her chest heaving, grinding her teeth, “I give up! Let’s compare sizes, then!”

“Heh,” Shang Qinghui wiped away her tears, “How? Do you want to lose badly?”

“Take off your clothes, let me see!” Bian Yingning, mimicking Shang Qinghui’s usual arrogance, raised her chin, looking down at her.

Shang Qinghui was stunned, then her ears turned red, “You’re crazy.”

She started the car and continued driving home. If they kept arguing, they’d spend the night in the car.

“Scared?” Seeing Shang Qinghui ignoring her suggestion, Bian Yingning continued relentlessly, “What? Afraid? You’ve already measured my size; you should know the answer. No point in humiliating yourself.”

Shang Qinghui turned on the car’s music, the excellent sound system drowning out Bian Yingning’s chatter.

Bian Yingning, still protecting her chest: “…”

This is a loss. She felt she wouldn’t win today.

Was Shang Qinghui immune to her provocation?

…

Arriving at the Bian residence, Shang Qinghui stopped the car, opened Bian Yingning’s door, and waited for her to get out.

Bian Yingning didn’t move, instead opening her bag of cream puffs.

She hadn’t made cream puffs before; some were misshapen, but the later ones were good, though the teacher took them.

She took out one that looked decent and held it near Shang Qinghui’s mouth.

“Try it?” These are homemade.

Shang Qinghui looked down, “You eat first?”

Bian Yingning: “…Are you afraid I’ll poison you?”

Shang Qinghui’s gaze answered her.

Bian Yingning stuffed a cream puff into her mouth, her mouth full, unable to chew.

Looking at Bian Yingning, whose cheeks were puffed out like a hamster’s.

Shang Qinghui: “…”

Wasn’t I important to her? Why doesn’t she care about her image in front of me?

Finally, Bian Yingning partially covered her face and chewed the cream puff.

Shang Qinghui watched her quietly.

They looked at each other.

The distance narrowed, and Shang Qinghui’s lips touched—a cream puff.

As Shang Qinghui was about to kiss Bian Yingning and share the cream puff, Bian Yingning quickly offered another one to Shang Qinghui’s lips.

“Eat!” Bian Yingning said fiercely.

She knew what Shang Qinghui wanted; she did too.

But reason wouldn’t allow it.

They were at the Bian residence’s gate. If a security guard saw them… it wouldn’t be good.

At Bian Yingning’s words, Shang Qinghui came to her senses, taking the cream puff and eating it slowly.

It tasted good.

Tiger skin cream puffs; the skin was crispy, and the cream was rich.

Though the appearance wasn’t great, the taste was excellent.

Shang Qinghui ate three or four.

When she finished, Bian Yingning was ready to get out.

She touched the door handle, looking at Shang Qinghui, “Want to come in?”

Shang Qinghui shook her head, licking the remaining cream from her lips, avoiding eye contact.

Bian Yingning thought for a moment and unfastened her seatbelt.

Thinking she would get out, she leaned over, pinching Shang Qinghui’s chin, turning her head towards her. They looked at each other.

Shang Qinghui waited for her to speak.

She said, “I’m leaving, then.”

Shang Qinghui, her face pinched, mumbled, “Get lost.”

Bian Yingning smiled, leaning over and lightly kissing her lips: “Drive safely.”

It tasted like cream puffs.

Bian Yingning got out and closed the door for Shang Qinghui.

Shang Qinghui drove away.

On the way home, she touched her lips.

The feeling lingered.

Especially her body; thinking of their chests touching made her weak.

Her heart felt warm, as if melting.

When Bian Yingning invited her in, she really wanted to go.

But it felt too fast.

Too fast, like a dream.

She said, only she was different, only her.

In her garage, Shang Qinghui didn’t get out immediately but sat in the car for a while.

She saw two cups of milk tea on the center console.

Bian Yingning had left hers behind.

Shang Qinghui picked up Bian Yingning’s cup.

She seemed to like fruit flavors; this was strawberry-flavored.

Shang Qinghui slowly brought it to her lips, looking at the ground outside, then slowly raised her hand until she gently touched the straw to her lips.

It was the milk tea Bian Yingning had drunk.

Her milk tea.

Sweet and sour, not bad.

“Only you are different.”

Thinking of that sentence, Shang Qinghui couldn’t suppress the upturn of her lips.

After sitting for a while, she searched online.

“What does it mean when a girl says this? It means she’s a green tea, wants you to keep pursuing her, and is painting a rosy picture!

Pretending to show your importance, but you’re no different from others.

When she tells you you’re different, the key is ‘others.’ What does that mean? It means she has others!”

Shang Qinghui turned off her phone, got out of the car with the two cups of milk tea, kicked open a nearby trash can, then stopped.

Finally, she kicked the trash can hard and left.

…

Bian Yingning didn’t know Shang Qinghui’s thoughts. While changing shoes, she messaged her, “Tell me when you get home. Don’t drive distracted.”

There was no reply, which she didn’t mind; Shang Qinghui was driving.

In a good mood, she entered the house and saw Hua Cancan eating an ice cream bar, leaning against the long table in the living room, watching her.

Bian Yingning: “???”

“Where did you get the ice cream?”

It was cold; she needed a coat, yet Hua Cancan was eating ice cream!

“I brought it. It’s in the fridge. There are more,” Hua Cancan said lightly.

Bian Yingning quickly threw her cream puffs to Hua Cancan, washed her hands, and took one.

Hmm, eating someone else’s ice cream on a cold day was a different experience.

“What are you doing here?” Bian Yingning asked, walking towards her home theater with Hua Cancan.

“Can’t I come if I’m not busy?”

She must be eating ice cream; her tone was cold.

“Not really. It’s just surprising that you suddenly remembered me,” Bian Yingning said sarcastically.

“Heh,” Hua Cancan laughed, “You’re good at biting back.”

She knew who the “busy person” was.

If she didn’t contact her, Hua Cancan wouldn’t appear.

If she hadn’t come today, Hua Cancan might have forgotten about her.

“I’m telling the truth,” Bian Yingning insisted, “You don’t know how hard my life has been recently.”

She secretly admitted she’d been a little busy.

“Hard? I think you’re enjoying it,” Hua Cancan sat down in the home theater.

Bian Yingning felt uneasy.

Wait, could the living room’s floor-to-ceiling windows see the gate? Did she see me and Shang Qinghui…

Probably not. Shang Qinghui’s car windows were tinted, but her car would be visible…

And they didn’t get along. If Hua Cancan found out I was secretly with Shang Qinghui…

Bian Yingning felt a chill down her spine, feeling guilty.

Fortunately, Hua Cancan didn’t continue that topic, “Didn’t you say you’d take me to the amusement park this weekend? I’m here to ask when.” Hua Cancan licked her ice cream.

Her lips seemed swollen, either from lipstick or the cold.

Bian Yingning was confused. Did she see or not? Was she testing their relationship?

“Whenever you want. It doesn’t have to be the weekend,” Bian Yingning said confidently, implying they could leave right then.

She realized, then, that she’d never been to an amusement park with Shang Qinghui.