Transmigrating Into A Sadistic Novel And Becoming A Master Of Painting Rosy Pictures - Chapter 82

Shang Qinghui, her hand held, was startled. She looked at Bian Yingning, not understanding.

Did Bian Yingning already regret their newfound relationship?

“I didn’t,” Shang Qinghui pouted, snapping back.

She hadn’t had the chance to spoil the mood.

Although it wasn’t her face being touched, Shang Qinghui was far more awkward than Bian Yingning.

“Heh,” Bian Yingning chuckled, bringing Shang Qinghui’s hand to her mouth and lightly biting it.

“Mmm…” Shang Qinghui let out a surprised moan, trying to pull her hand back but failing.

Bian Yingning leaned closer, moving along the edge of the small table towards Shang Qinghui, “Why do you seem so good at spoiling the mood?”

At this suggestive approach, Shang Qinghui subconsciously leaned back, “It’s your problem,” she retorted.

“My problem?” Bian Yingning seemed to be pondering this.

Bian Yingning leaned forward, Shang Qinghui leaned back—one approaching, the other retreating.

Shang Qinghui had excellent core strength. Even as her back arched further and further to put distance between herself and Bian Yingning, she remained upright, a position most people couldn’t maintain without lying down.

Her hand was still held in Bian Yingning’s.

The feeling of the bite lingered.

Although it was her hand that was bitten, her palm felt numb and itchy.

Closer… closer.

Seeing Bian Yingning’s face getting closer, Shang Qinghui pursed her lips tightly.

Her sofa was a floor cushion with a large, soft, and springy backrest.

“You… you’re getting so close, what are you trying to… ah—”

Shang Qinghui’s question was cut short by a scream as she sank into the sofa.

Bian Yingning, who had fallen onto Shang Qinghui, apologized, scratching her head and getting up.

“It’s not my fault. The floor is slippery…”

This was embarrassing.

She had been approaching with an air of “pressure,” forcing Shang Qinghui to lean back. Unexpectedly, Shang Qinghui didn’t fall, but Bian Yingning lost her balance and fell forward.

It happened quickly. In a blink of an eye, Bian Yingning fell onto Shang Qinghui.

Bian Yingning propped herself up, looking down at Shang Qinghui, who looked especially delicate and fair against the gray sofa.

She suddenly didn’t want to get up so quickly.

“Wh…what are you looking at? Get up!” Shang Qinghui lightly punched Bian Yingning.

Bian Yingning looked at her, then said randomly, “You’re my girlfriend now, right?”

Shang Qinghui’s already flushed face reddened further.

“What nonsense are you talking about?” Shang Qinghui said sternly, her face red.

Bian Yingning’s heart sank, “???”

Why was it nonsense? It hadn’t been long, and she was already denying it?

Before her heart sank completely, she heard Shang Qinghui say with a hint of pride, “You’re my girlfriend. You said you’re only mine.”

Bian Yingning’s mood was like a rollercoaster ride. She laughed, angrily. Leaning down, she pinched Shang Qinghui’s cheek and bit her.

“Ow, you jerk, get off!”

Being pinned down like this, Shang Qinghui struggled on the soft sofa.

But Bian Yingning held her down. She was like a kitten on its back, her face buried in Bian Yingning’s stomach, being petted.

When Bian Yingning released her, Shang Qinghui’s face was flushed, glistening with moisture.

Shang Qinghui gritted her teeth, “Bian, Ying, Ning!”

But Bian Yingning didn’t yield.

“Don’t you think it’s funny to speak dramatically?”

Bian Yingning smiled innocently.

Shang Qinghui’s hands were pinned to her head. She felt helpless, a sense of impending doom washed over her.

But she could also be flexible.

“I wasn’t being dramatic. I was just tired and paused.”

She had paused; it wasn’t intentional. If she was scared because of her words, that was her problem.

Bian Yingning wasn’t afraid of her stubbornness, “Is the door locked?”

At her words, Shang Qinghui naturally looked at the door.

It seemed… unlocked?

“Better lock it,” Shang Qinghui only heard Bian Yingning say this.

The next moment, her lips were warm, a lip, carrying the scent of black tea, pressed against hers.

Their breaths mingled, the sweetness of black tea and bitterness of coffee intertwined. A soft yet firm tongue parted her lips, entering without hesitation.

Like an innocent child, or a seasoned general.

Lightly tapping on her closed teeth, when a gap appeared, it reached the warm depths, taking control of the other soft tongue.

It sucked it out, entwined with it, lightly touching, slowly circling, then bringing it back to its own territory, making it familiar with the place.

Until their tongues were numb, and they were breathless, they released each other.

Bian Yingning’s light kisses fell on Shang Qinghui’s lips, chin, jaw… finally her ear.

Her hot breath was like a summer breeze, bringing an uncomfortable restlessness, “Want to see… how I look in your clothes?”

Shang Qinghui, whose eyes had been tightly closed, slowly opened them.

She knew what her clothes looked like.

But she couldn’t imagine what they’d look like on Bian Yingning.

Want to?

Why not? Of course, she wanted to.

Shang Qinghui nodded imperceptibly.

Their bodies touched, sinking into the sofa, their body heat transferring.

It was a strange yet comfortable feeling.

Once you grow up, you rarely have such intimate contact with others.

“Then you take them off?” Bian Yingning whispered in Shang Qinghui’s ear.

She was too close to Shang Qinghui to see the goosebumps rising on her skin.

Sinking into the soft sofa, being held down, it was difficult to escape.

Like Shang Qinghui now.

She felt not only her body but also her heart was being held tightly.

Should I… take them off?

Shang Qinghui moved her wrist, and Bian Yingning released her hand.

Bian Yingning’s head was buried in her neck, her tongue lightly touching her earlobe.

Her ear felt numb and tingling.

Shang Qinghui’s limbs felt weak.

Reason told her to push Bian Yingning away, but her body and mind seemed disconnected.