Transmigrating Into A Sadistic Novel And Becoming A Master Of Painting Rosy Pictures - Chapter 81

Seeing Bian Yingning’s flushed face and angry expression, Shang Qinghui suddenly realized something.

Although she tried hard to control the upturn of her lips, her facial muscles betrayed her.

To Bian Yingning, Shang Qinghui looked like a mischievous kitten that had stolen fish and believed it could get away with it.

She’s unafraid.

Bian Yingning was furious. She hadn’t expected Shang Qinghui to trick her.

Shang Qinghui had just acted shy and timid, wishing she could disappear, but she had calmly set a trap.

“What is it?” Shang Qinghui asked seriously after clearing her throat.

Bian Yingning narrowed her eyes, “Don’t play dumb!”

Shang Qinghui pursed her lips, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I specifically got you new clothes. If you don’t want to wear them, you can go naked. No one will stop you.”

She made Bian Yingning sound ungrateful.

Shang Qinghui had kindly provided clothes, and Bian Yingning wasn’t wearing them and was accusing her.

Bian Yingning was shocked, saying with a pained expression, “I understand. You gave me these clothes knowing I wouldn’t wear them. You want to see me naked?”

Shang Qinghui: “?”

The argument had shifted to Bian Yingning’s side.

“Didn’t I give you pajamas?” Shang Qinghui asked back.

Naked wasn’t necessary; at most, she’d be braless. Her pajamas weren’t revealing; only her underwear was.

Bian Yingning paused, her mind racing, then continued her questioning, “Another question… why did you buy this kind of underwear?”

“What’s wrong with this underwear?” Shang Qinghui understood that to win against Bian Yingning, she had to be even more shameless.

Fighting fire with fire.

…

They stared at each other in silence—one squatting on the floor, the other peeking from behind the bathroom door.

They glared, as if a winner could be determined by staring.

Bian Yingning blinked first, giggling, “Okay, I understand. You want to see me wearing them, you rascal. You should have said so.”

She quickly ducked back and closed the door, seemingly planning to put them on.

Before Shang Qinghui could respond, she rolled her eyes at the closed door.

Damn Bian Yingning, ruining my innocence!

Sitting on the soft sofa, Shang Qinghui looked at the afternoon tea the butler had brought.

Two coffees, two teas, and several delicate cakes.

She took a sip of coffee; the cup was on a warming mat. It was warm and comforting.

She closed her eyes contentedly.

But she hadn’t enjoyed it long when she heard the bathroom door click open. She slowly opened her eyes to see Bian Yingning, wearing her purple and white pajamas, emerge.

She was using a hair towel, looking very much at home.

As soon as Bian Yingning came out, she saw Shang Qinghui leaning against the gray sofa. There was a slight mist rising from her drink.

A scene flashed through her mind—

A plump bun, steaming, waiting to be eaten.

Bian Yingning was dressed neatly, but Shang Qinghui still glanced at her shoulders and chest.

There was… no obvious difference.

Had she worn them?

She couldn’t tell.

Bian Yingning sat opposite Shang Qinghui, picked up the tea, and took a sip, “I thought you weren’t coming back.”

Shang Qinghui lazily opened her eyes, “This is my room.”

So, she shouldn’t be here.

Bian Yingning smiled, “Do we need to be so formal?”

Shang Qinghui sat up straight, feeling uneasy but wanting clarification, “Wh…what do you mean?”

“Exactly what I said,” Bian Yingning took another sip of tea, putting down the cup, propping her chin on her hand, and looking at her.

Under her gaze, Shang Qinghui avoided eye contact.

She felt more comfortable arguing with her.

“Who’s not formal with you…” Shang Qinghui mumbled.

“Hmm? Isn’t it you?” Bian Yingning asked, taking a Portuguese egg tart and biting into it.

She liked seeing people embarrassed.

Shang Qinghui blushed, glaring at her, “Not formal? What’s our relationship then? Why shouldn’t we be formal?”

This person was worse than her!

She admitted she had ulterior motives.

What were they?

They had kissed, hugged, touched… then what?

Bian Yingning tilted her head, seemingly stumped by the question.

Seeing this, the blush faded from Shang Qinghui’s face.

As Shang Qinghui was about to tell Bian Yingning to leave, she spoke.

“Honestly… I wanted to ask you the same question,” Bian Yingning put down the half-eaten egg tart, her voice slightly hesitant.

She often asked herself the same question.

Why was she like this with Shang Qinghui?

If the hug in the school’s dark corner was a warm haven during her breakdown, the later ones at Shang Qinghui’s house and room had changed.

And the kiss in the car…

She realized she didn’t dislike these unexpected moments and wondered if there could be more.

Although she’d never dated, she knew that liking someone wasn’t about gender; it was simply because she liked that person.

And she liked Shang Qinghui.

Why, she couldn’t say.

Perhaps liking someone had no reason; forcing yourself to like someone creates reasons.

For example, Duanmu Zhengjie and Hua Jiangrong. She could explain why she liked them, which is why she didn’t like them that way.

Shang Qinghui’s eyelashes fluttered.

“I want you to be only mine,” Shang Qinghui whispered.

Many things were unclear. She wasn’t sure when she developed feelings for Bian Yingning.

Perhaps it was when Bian Yingning relentlessly pursued her, when they were kidnapped together… escaping like a pair of fugitives.

Perhaps it was when Bian Yingning gave her a dress at the talent show, or when she sent her home from the socialite gathering.

There were many moments. She couldn’t count them.

Only in retrospect did she realize they’d known each other for a long time, almost daily entangled.

Arguing or having a moment of peace, even their scheming was filled with memories.

Bian Yingning covered her face, her heart pounding.

She was so domineering.

Domineering and straightforward.

She got what she wanted and fought for what she liked.

“Then I’ll be only yours.”

As Bian Yingning said this, her nose felt slightly sour, her eyes welling up.

She quickly composed herself, her eyes only moist, not crying.

Shang Qinghui looked at her, seeing Bian Yingning’s red eyes.

She slowly reached out, across the table, very slowly.

Bian Yingning didn’t move, waiting.

Until Shang Qinghui’s cool fingertips touched Bian Yingning’s warm cheek.

A simple touch, like a feather on her heart.

Bian Yingning waited for her to speak.

She said, “Bian Yingning, your eyes have been red all day. Don’t tell me you have conjunctivitis?”

Bian Yingning stared at Shang Qinghui’s serious eyes.

Shang Qinghui was also looking at her.

Bian Yingning suddenly smiled, grabbing Shang Qinghui’s hand and pressing it to her face, preventing her from pulling away, “Kid.”

…

Bian Yingning licked her dry lips, “Has anyone ever told you that you’re a mood killer?”