Transmigrating Into A Sadistic Novel And Becoming A Master Of Painting Rosy Pictures - Chapter 80

Shang Qinghui wordlessly grabbed a bath towel and threw it to Bian Yingning, who had just emerged from the pool, soaking wet: “Go change your clothes. You’ll catch a cold.”

She had only just gotten out of the pool, and already there was a large puddle of water at her feet.

It was early winter, and the weather was quite cold. Her pool had heating, so the water temperature was comfortable, but once out of the water, it was a different story.

Bian Yingning took the towel and wrapped it around herself: “But I don’t have any clothes to change into.”

She said this with a timid look, looking up at Shang Qinghui.

Shang Qinghui: “…”

Can she stop pretending?

Bian Yingning followed Shang Qinghui, step by step, through the garden, into the main house, and upstairs.

Seeing the bit of leg visible between her bathrobe and slippers, a gentle smile appeared on Bian Yingning’s face.

When she was with Shang Qinghui, she didn’t have to think about anything.

The comfort made her forget her original intention.

She just wanted to… indulge in this warmth.

The system hadn’t issued any missions recently, so she didn’t need to complete any. Without missions, there were no points, and without points, she couldn’t get resurrection stones…

Without resurrection stones, she could stay here forever.

Perhaps she had become accustomed to it, unwilling to leave her comfort zone. For a second, she thought that maybe this wasn’t so bad after all.

But, was it really possible?

“Are you deaf?” Shang Qinghui’s words brought Bian Yingning back to reality.

“Hmm?” Bian Yingning was puzzled. She had been lost in thought and hadn’t heard her.

“What?”

Shang Qinghui adjusted her bathrobe collar, her lips pursed, staring at Bian Yingning without speaking.

She could even zone out while with her, thinking about something “so important.”

Seeing Shang Qinghui’s silence, Bian Yingning knew she was thinking something.

Looking at their current situation—they were on the stairs. Shang Qinghui had already reached the landing, while Bian Yingning was still holding the handrail, about to turn the corner to continue upstairs.

Bian Yingning understood. They must have reached the floor where Shang Qinghui’s room was located, and she had zoned out and continued walking mechanically, so Shang Qinghui called her.

Understanding this, Bian Yingning naturally caught up with Shang Qinghui, “I was thinking, if you take me to your room… will your mother catch us?”

Bian Yingning didn’t directly address Shang Qinghui’s intentions, simply explaining why she had zoned out.

Shang Qinghui’s expression improved slightly. She continued walking, saying calmly, “Catch us? It’s not like I can’t let you come.”

Bian Yingning quickly caught up, whispering in her ear, “So, it’s okay if we’re caught?”

This question made Shang Qinghui thoughtful.

Caught…

Various inappropriate thoughts flooded her mind. Shang Qinghui stumbled.

She felt her words had a deeper meaning.

Reaching the door, Shang Qinghui hesitated.

Was she letting the wolf into the house?

If they went in, closed the door, with the good soundproofing… then…

“What’s wrong? Did you forget which room is yours?”

Seeing Shang Qinghui’s hesitation, Bian Yingning asked.

Bian Yingning’s body was still damp, her hair dripping. Leaning closer, Shang Qinghui felt the chill.

Worried about catching a cold, Shang Qinghui, suppressing her heart palpitations, opened the door with trembling hands.

Her private space was revealed to Bian Yingning.

The room wasn’t pink, as Bian Yingning had imagined, but off-white and gray.

The room wasn’t as large as Bian Yingning’s, with the bed against a curved bay window. The comforter was off-white milk velvet with astronaut teddy bear patterns.

Very cute.

Shang Qinghui went to a corner where there was a double-door wardrobe. She opened it… and went inside.

Bian Yingning quickly followed, realizing it was a trick. Inside was a walk-in closet, filled with clothes and accessories.

Remembering the snacks she’d sent after Bian Yingning fainted at the cinema.

Looking at the walk-in closet, Bian Yingning sensed Shang Qinghui’s “peculiarity.”

Shang Qinghui took a thin, fleece pajama set for Bian Yingning, “Take a shower in the room, then choose what to wear home.”

She also took a very modest pajama set for herself.

“Hmm… did you forget something?” Bian Yingning asked.

Shang Qinghui, holding the pajamas and heading to another bathroom, was puzzled, “Forget what?”

Bian Yingning wiped her neck with a towel, “Are you making me shower naked?”

Shang Qinghui: “…”

She turned to a drawer, searching. Seeing her struggle, Bian Yingning said, “It’s okay, use whatever you’ve worn before.”

Visibly, Shang Qinghui stiffened.

After a pause, Shang Qinghui took a black and white underwear set from the bottom drawer and gave it to Bian Yingning, avoiding eye contact.

“This one. It’s new.”

Bian Yingning didn’t examine it closely, taking it.

“I’ll shower in the other bathroom,” Shang Qinghui said, but Bian Yingning blocked her, “Why go to the other bathroom? It’s so far.”

Shang Qinghui: “???”

I meant the next room, not a desert.

Far?

“Then you go?” Shang Qinghui suggested.

Bian Yingning grinned, “I’m not going either.”

She wouldn’t let her go, and she wouldn’t go either…

“Don’t even think about it!” Shang Qinghui shouted.

Bian Yingning touched her bathrobe sleeve.

Just a little touch, but it felt like she had Shang Qinghui completely under control.

“We were just in the pool together. It’s safe here. I locked the door… no one will disturb us.”

Bian Yingning admitted she might be… addicted.

Wanting more.

Like a child discovering a new game, a new world. Even when it’s dark, and their parents call them home, they’re reluctant to leave.

Shang Qinghui puffed her cheeks, glancing at Bian Yingning’s hand on her sleeve, “Don’t push your luck.”

Bian Yingning tugged at her sleeve, disagreeing.

Was she acting like a spoiled child?

Shang Qinghui bit her lip, acting cold, “Don’t use this to distract me. Aren’t you refusing to buy me milk tea? Why are you here? Shower and leave, or leave wet.”

Seeing this, Bian Yingning laughed. She took a step closer, almost touching Shang Qinghui.

“You’re still angry? I came to see you.”

“And, how did you know I was wet?”

In the windowless, enclosed space, Bian Yingning whispered.

Shang Qinghui tightened her grip on the clothes.

She knew Bian Yingning was shameless!

“You’re shameless!”

Shang Qinghui gritted out.

“Hmm? Shameless? Bian Yingning’s eyes were innocent.

Shang Qinghui’s fists clenched.

“Go shower!”

Shang Qinghui couldn’t bear the thick atmosphere anymore, pushing Bian Yingning away and rushing out.

Bian Yingning, stumbling, only heard the loud door slam: “…”

Wait, this scene feels familiar?

…

Bian Yingning felt the scent of roses everywhere in the room.

Passing the soft bed on her way to the bathroom, Bian Yingning wanted to bury herself in it, but she was too wet.

She wondered if Shang Qinghui would return after showering. She probably would; she couldn’t do anything to her.

…

Shang Qinghui, in the next room, felt her heart pounding. She turned on the hot water and slowly undressed.

Her hand touched the still-sensitive area.

This feeling was different from what she’d done with Bian Yingning.

“How did you know I was wet.”

Her words echoed in her ears.

Shang Qinghui closed her eyes tightly.

Was it true?

Or was it just a flirtatious remark?

Why did she come to my house?

What about Hua Cancan?

Wasn’t she supposed to be with her? Why did she come to see me?

Did it mean I was more important?

Releasing her grip, she moved lower.

Well, whether it was true or not, she was wet.

…

Both showered for a long time.

Shang Qinghui, not washing her hair, came out of the guest room with a towel, seeing the butler with afternoon tea waiting at her door.

“Miss Shang,” the butler said, looking at the closed door.

Shang Qinghui knocked, opened the door slightly, and saw the closed bathroom door. Bian Yingning wasn’t out.

She took the afternoon tea, casually asking, “Are Mom and Dad back yet?”

Her brother was often away on business and wasn’t home.

“Madam said she’d be back late tonight. Neither of them is home yet,” the butler said.

“I see,” Shang Qinghui entered the room, saying, “No need to come.”

The butler agreed and closed the door.

Why did Miss Shang tell Miss Bian to leave, then bring her to her room?

Putting the tea down, Shang Qinghui looked at the bathroom door. A head popped out.

Shang Qinghui was startled.

“What are you doing?” Shang Qinghui asked angrily.

Bian Yingning, only her head visible, was even angrier, “What did you give me to wear?!”