After Teasing the Heroine and Running Away, I Was Forced into Love - Chapter 31

After what felt like an eternity, He Roushuang felt as if she were about to get drunk, her mouth filled with the faint taste of wine.

Though she was reluctant to stop, the lingering sensation beneath her tongue made it impossible to forget the kiss anytime soon.

But this couldn’t continue.

A voice inside her warned that if she kept indulging, something inappropriate might happen with the Female Lead.

“Shi Qing, I surrender…”

He Roushuang practically wrestled herself free from Shi Qing’s embrace. The girl looked slender and felt light in her arms, yet her grip was surprisingly strong.

Indeed, appearances could be deceiving, and the sea’s depths could not be measured by a mere bucket.

But Shi Qing seemed not to hear, chasing after He Roushuang’s lips, eager for another taste of their sweetness.

Her legs grew weak, her waist ached.

He Roushuang could no longer resist.

“Enough!”

He Roushuang freed her other hand from Shi Qing’s grasp, pressing the pad of her index finger against those soft, red lips to push her away.

It felt like pushing away an affectionate, oversized dog.

Finally, Shi Qing snapped out of her ethereal daze. She gazed at He Roushuang, feigning innocence.

“But Sister… you were enjoying it, weren’t you?”

Ahhhh!

He Roushuang’s toes curled into the floor. She wasn’t one to shy away from her desires, but having them voiced so bluntly, especially by the Female Lead, felt like being stripped bare.

It was as if her entire being lay exposed before Shi Qing, utterly without privacy.

“Not today. I… I’m injured.”

After racking her brain, He Roushuang finally remembered the lingering ache in her head. She had been so immersed in the intoxicating kiss that she had completely ignored the throbbing pain.

“Injured?”

Shi Qing scrutinized He Roushuang from head to toe. Perhaps due to her drunkenness, her senses were dulled; she hadn’t immediately noticed the white patch on He Roushuang’s head.

“What happened here?”

Shi Qing reached out to touch it, but then seemed to realize something and quickly withdrew her hand.

Don’t touch the wound. Don’t just touch it with your hands. Her muddled brain was relaying basic common sense.

“It’s nothing. I accidentally bumped into the wall.”

He Roushuang sighed in relief as the lust in the Female Lead’s eyes gradually faded. She had finally managed to protect her body.

Truthfully, it wouldn’t have been impossible for something to happen, but…

This kind of “pants down and run” behavior from a scum woman required a lot of mental preparation.

Though drunk, Shi Qing remained remarkably well-behaved. She didn’t move during her bath and even insisted that He Roushuang, the “injured” one, help wash her.

Unfortunately, the alcohol had made Shi Qing’s fingers clumsy, and the white soap bubbles kept slipping through her fingers.

In the end, they had no choice but to compromise.

After much fuss, He Roushuang finally led Shi Qing back to the bedroom.

Sigh…

This injured person has to double as the Female Lead’s caretaker. It’s really tough.

If I had a system, I could at least demand some humanitarian subsidies. Too bad I don’t. I can only dream about it.

When Shi Qing woke up, the world seemed to spin around her. Her temples throbbed, and her mouth ached fiercely.

A faint floral scent lingered between her lips and teeth—the lingering fragrance of some mouthwash.

Shi Qing reached up to touch her lips. They were slightly cracked, and the warmth of her fingertips caused the wounds to tear open a little.

“Hiss…”

Shi Qing had an exceptionally sharp memory. Unlike most people who experience blackouts after drinking, she never did.

Memories of the previous night flooded back like a torrential downpour.

Shi Qing was completely overwhelmed with embarrassment.

How could she have been so audacious?

Now, as Shi Qing recalled her brazen behavior toward the Gold Master, she felt an overwhelming urge to rush back into her memories and slap herself awake.

She glanced sideways at He Roushuang, who was sleeping soundly, a bandage still wrapped around her head.

The thought of having made her injured sister care for her yesterday filled Shi Qing with self-reproach. She shouldn’t have gotten drunk; there must have been a reason why Roushuang hadn’t answered her calls.

Yet she had selfishly drowned her sorrows in alcohol.

It was fortunate that Roushuang was so magnanimous. Had it been anyone else, they would undoubtedly have been furious.

Because of her striking beauty, countless wealthy second-generation heirs had extended their hands to Shi Qing when her family first fell into financial straits. But she had always refused.

Not yet driven to desperation, she had clung to the belief that she could save her mother through her own efforts.

So why had she so readily agreed to He Roushuang’s offer?

It was because of Roushuang’s words: “Don’t take this money. It’s dirty, now that it’s fallen on the ground.”

For the first time, Shi Qing had been treated with such respect. Roushuang had given her the freedom to choose, rather than eagerly pressuring her to discard her shame along with her clothes and lie down in bed.

Shi Qing had no idea how He Roushuang had gotten the injury on her head.

But the fact that He Roushuang wasn’t answering her calls suggested it must be serious.

Feeling a pang of sympathy, Shi Qing decided not to press the issue.

The wound must be so painful. It’s understandable she wouldn’t want to answer the phone.

Besides, I trust she has a good reason for not answering.

Shi Qing gazed at He Roushuang, unable to resist inching closer, moving as softly as a kitten.

Her eyes drifted to He Roushuang’s lips, slightly chapped like her own, a faint reminder of the previous night’s passion.

Just a little closer…

The thought flashed through Shi Qing’s mind, but before she could fully close the distance, a strand of her long, dark hair brushed across He Roushuang’s nose.

Ticklish.

Even animals would react to such a sensation.

He Roushuang’s eyes snapped open, meeting a pair of dark, unwavering eyes.

What does the Female Lead want?

He Roushuang seemed accustomed to Shi Qing’s tendency to snuggle up while sleeping, but this was the first time it had happened during the day.

“Not drunk anymore?” He Roushuang squinted, still harboring resentment over Shi Qing’s audacity the night before.

Who’s the Gold Master here? Me or her?

Given the other party’s reckless behavior, He Roushuang felt she had to assert herself.

After all, a CEO’s dignity must never be compromised! When it came to matters of the heart, a moment of restraint could lead to a lifetime of endurance.

“I’m not drunk anymore,” Shi Qing said, her fingers nervously clutching the gray bedsheets, wrinkling them.

“Sister, was I too aggressive with my kisses yesterday…?”

He Roushuang: ……

Why did Shi Qing have to bring up the one thing she was trying to suppress?

Her carefully buried feelings resurfaced with a single, gentle tug.

“No, it was… normal,” He Roushuang replied, clearing her throat. She tried to project the image of a seasoned lover, determined not to reveal that she had actually been left weak-kneed and aching from the kisses.

If word got out, what would become of her CEO’s dignity?!

“Really? Sister, don’t lie to me. Your lips are cracked.”

Shi Qing wasn’t stupid. She could easily see through He Roushuang’s facade.

When people lie, their eyes dart nervously, and they tend to touch their noses—both of which He Roushuang was doing.

How could anyone not be suspicious?

Actually, Sister must have enjoyed it too, right?