After Being Bitten By Top-Tier O, Flop A Went Viral - Chapter 28

28: Princess Carry Yan Qing for One Minute

The thought flashed through Qin Que’s mind but was ruthlessly suppressed—along with a hint of self-disgust.

Just as Yan Qing had said, fantasies were just fantasies.

She was an adult. She couldn’t knowingly make the same mistake.

In the end, that kiss still landed lightly on the woman’s hair.

The princess awakened and took the warrior’s hand.

Qin Que met Yan Qing’s gaze without flinching. She didn’t shy away.

Yan Qing’s method was indeed simple and effective. In her imagination, the person before her was no longer a princess wearing exaggerated props but Yan Qing in a wedding dress.

The woman looked at her gently, just as she always did.

But if she were truly Yan Qing’s lover, the gaze she received would surely be different—more tender, more focused, softer.

It was another ridiculous fantasy, and what was even more absurd was that Qin Que found she didn’t mind it.

She simply smiled back until the scene came to an end.

The audience erupted in applause. Yan Qing released her hand, and the warmth of her touch faded instantly, as though it had never existed.

But Qin Que kept smiling, without a trace of discontent.

This was how it should be. What else could she expect? For Yan Qing to hold her hand for the rest of her life?

Yan Yuzhen rushed over and hugged Yan Qing. “Sister Yan, you’re amazing! I was completely mesmerized!”

Yan Qing tapped her nose playfully. “You were the one laughing the loudest earlier. Don’t think I didn’t notice.”

She turned to Qin Que beside her and praised, “You acted really well—much, much better than during rehearsal.”

The alpha grinned happily. “You taught me well.”

There was nothing unusual about her expression, but Yan Qing still felt something was off.

To put it simply, if Qin Que’s tail had wagged twenty times yesterday, today it only wagged five, and even that seemed half-hearted.

During the rehearsal and even the actual performance just now, Yan Qing had sensed fluctuations in Qin Que’s pheromones. Though fleeting, they were far more intense than usual.

She hadn’t had time to analyze it, nor could she directly ask Qin Que about it. She could only scrutinize the woman a few more times.

Until Qin Que finally noticed and asked, “Is something wrong?”

“Nothing.”

Yan Qing could only attribute it to the side effects of the mark for now—perhaps her frequent contact with Qin Que was affecting the other woman.

Should she ask Qin Que if she needed help?

But she’d definitely be refused, and offering herself up like that felt awkward.

She had never been marked before and had never bothered to learn much about it.

Once this episode was over, she’d have to brush up on some biology.

Meanwhile, the second livestream room was buzzing with excitement again.

Comment 1: I told you! I told you! When it comes to CP chemistry, there’s always a stronger pair. The instant noodle couple is still too green.

Comment 2: They acted so well! Yan Qing was as perfect as ever, and Little Qin was great too. That last look was so full of affection—admit it! Do you want to marry Yan Qing?!

Comment 3: Isn’t that obvious? Ask anyone in the livestream—who doesn’t want to marry Yan Qing?

Comment 4: But we’re just here to watch.

Comment 5: How can you say something so cruel with such a warm mouth?!

Comment 6: It just had a bit of a bittersweet vibe—like a love that couldn’t be, but you’re happy for them anyway.

Comment 7: No sad endings in fairy tales! The narrator said the warrior and princess lived happily ever after!

Comment 8: If we can’t have angst in the story, we’ll have to make it real. Let’s assume Little Qin’s love is unrequited…

Comment 9: Fine, fine, keep the angst in the story. I command the warrior and princess to break up immediately!

Amid the lively chatter, no one paid attention to what Dai Yuchen and Nie Sijun sang. The three livestream rooms now showed a clear hierarchy in popularity. The second livestream’s sweetness rating was five times that of the first, which in turn was ten times higher than the third.

Most viewers, for the sake of their bl00d pressure, chose to stay far away from the third room.

The few who remained claimed they were waiting to see when Nie Sijun would finally snap and slap that insufferable man.

After professional judging, today’s competition awarded first place to Yan Yuzhen’s group. Even Mi Sike regretfully admitted that Qin Que and Yan Qing had lost due to their props. But the two of them, having done their best, didn’t mind.

As Mi Sike spoke, she noticed Yan Qing putting a dragon head on Yan Yuzhen and teaching her how to roar like a beast. Qin Que, at least, acted a bit more mature, standing to the side with a gentle smile.

Mi Sike: “…”

She knocked on the podium until the room quieted, then cleared her throat. “Today, the highest sweetness rating once again goes to the second livestream. The audience has chosen the challenge: Qin Que must princess-carry Yan Qing for one minute. If her face doesn’t turn red, the challenge succeeds. Success earns 20 campus coins; failure earns 10. Refusing the challenge earns nothing. Do you accept?”

Qin Que: “…”

She felt like the livestream challenges were getting increasingly outrageous. This time, there was even a failure condition—specifically targeting her.

Did she really blush that easily?

She almost wanted to shout, “I refuse!” just to imagine the viewers’ frantic reactions.

But before she could, Yan Qing was already standing in front of her.

The woman glanced at her injured ankle first. “How’s your foot? If it’s not okay, we can skip it.”

“It’s fine now.” Touched by her concern, Qin Que felt a warmth in her chest and regretted her earlier fleeting malice.

Yan Qing trusted her completely, and yet she had nearly betrayed that precious trust with a single thought.

She was worse than a kid hoarding snacks from adults.

What was wrong with her?

“Then let’s do it.” Yan Qing spread her arms with a playful wink. “If you’re worried about blushing, just don’t look at me. Pretend you’re carrying a potato.”

Then it must be the most valuable potato in the world.

And why are you teasing me along with the audience?

Qin Que sighed helplessly, wrapping an arm around Yan Qing’s waist.

The woman’s waist was slender yet supple. Not daring to grip too tightly, Qin Que bent slightly to hook her other arm under Yan Qing’s legs—

Only for Yan Qing to suddenly exclaim, “Hup!” and leap into her arms, one hand gripping Qin Que’s neck for support.

Qin Que barely managed to catch her, heart pounding. “C-careful!”

“See? No problem.” Yan Qing grinned, clearly pleased with her little stunt. “We make a great team.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Qin Que laughed along, not thinking much of it—until Mi Sike’s voice rang out.

“One-minute timer starts now.”

Qin Que immediately stopped smiling and averted her eyes.

But once her mind wandered, it refused to come back.

The relaxed banter from earlier was gone, replaced by the overwhelming awareness of Yan Qing’s warm, soft body pressed against hers—the way her slender waist felt under Qin Que’s hands.

She held her breath but could still catch whiffs of that intoxicating wine-like scent.

Yan Qing wasn’t heavy, and Qin Que could tell she was trying to stay still, cooperating fully.

Like a well-behaved cat curled up in its owner’s arms.

But the problem was, even imagining that was enough to test Qin Que’s paper-thin composure.

It’s a potato. It’s a potato. It’s a potato.

Since when do potatoes feel this good?!

She heard Yan Yuzhen gasp. “Wow, I’ve never seen someone’s face turn so many shades of red before. It’s like a color palette!”

Thanks for the commentary.

“Unfortunately, the challenge is a failure.” Mi Sike’s amused voice declared. “Lasted ten seconds. Better luck next time.”

Qin Que carefully set Yan Qing down, not daring to meet the woman’s teasing gaze.

“Sorry.”

“Nothing to apologize for.” Yan Qing patted her shoulder reassuringly. “You just need more practice. My fault—it’s been two days, you should’ve adjusted by now.”

Of course you’d say that.

Qin Que sank into brief, self-imposed isolation.

The third day ended. On the morning of the fourth day, at 8 a.m., the broadcast sounded again—

But this time, it wasn’t the gentle alarm. Instead, it was the passionate Olympic fanfare.

Before Qin Que could even reach for the switch, Yan Qing was already sitting up in the opposite bed.

Her hair was a mess, and she glared at the speaker with palpable irritation.

“C-calm down,” Qin Que began, but then the broadcast continued—

“All students, please finish breakfast and gather at the school gates by 9 a.m. We’re going on a spring outing today.”

“Huh?”

Qin Que hadn’t expected an activity outside the school. When she turned back, Yan Qing was already gone.

“Hurry up! A spring outing! Finally, we get to leave!”

The woman, now fully awake, was already heading to the bathroom.

“Okay, coming.”

Qin Que couldn’t help but smile at Yan Qing’s childlike excitement.

She seemed even more eager than Qin Que had been as a kid.

So cute.

Once again, she found herself looking forward to the new day.