All the Female Protagonists Who Have Been Saved Have Become Obsessed [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 24.1

Chunshui returned at some point.

Zhou Xi looked at her expressionless face and swallowed hard.

Had she heard everything? Zhou Xi felt uneasy, opened her mouth to explain, but thought there was no need. It was a misunderstanding, and clearing it up was fine.

Chunshui’s face showed no change. She walked to Zhou Xi’s side, picked up a napkin from the table, and leaned down to gently wipe the jam from Zhou Xi’s lips. Her movements were soft, but Zhou Xi felt her throat tighten as if strangled by the napkin, her expression growing alarmed.

“You got something on your lips,” Chunshui said.

She put down the napkin and sat back, every move elegant. She finished her dessert, drank a bit of wine with Hua Yun, and said something in Spanish to Hua Yun’s girlfriend, making everyone at the table laugh. Zhou Xi, not understanding, didn’t dare ask Chunshui to translate and just forced a smile.

Zhou Xi felt like she was sitting on pins and needles, but thankfully, dinner ended.

The sunset dyed the sea red, pink clouds spread across the sky. Zhou Xi stretched on the balcony, admiring the view, when there was movement next door. Chunshui stepped out of her room and ran into Zhou Xi.

Zhou Xi waved awkwardly, “Hi.”

Chunshui glanced at her, turned her head indifferently to gaze at the horizon, the pink sunset reflecting in her eyes like shimmering water.

Zhou Xi lowered her hand, even more embarrassed.

She looked at Chunshui’s striking profile, her flowing hair stirred by the evening breeze, the atmosphere relaxed. Zhou Xi’s heart stirred. She moved toward the neighboring balcony, stretched her neck, and said innocently, “The thing between us is a misunderstanding. It’s good to clear it up.”

Chunshui’s fingers tightened on the railing, resisting the urge to turn.

Why would she misunderstand? Wasn’t it Zhou Xi who gave her signals first?

She had investigated Zhou Xi before approaching her. Zhou Xi’s orientation was toward women and she had feelings for her, having once said she hoped Chunshui would seek her for cosmetic procedures. She also let slip her admiration for Chunshui’s perfect facial structure while working on others’ plastic surgeries.

That was why Chunshui chose her—not for any other reason, just because someone so infatuated with her seemed easy to control.

Many doctors had seen Chunshui’s face, and treatments had failed. She didn’t believe in Zhou Xi’s skills but thought she could use her to connect with entertainment industry figures to achieve her ultimate goal. She hadn’t expected Zhou Xi to actually have skill, nor that her personality differed from the data.

Step by step, they reached today, perhaps by chance, but Zhou Xi saying she didn’t like her? That was too naive.

Chunshui sneered. It wasn’t up to her now.

She started it, and only she could end it.

Chunshui turned, and Zhou Xi was still waiting for her response.

She walked to the low wall separating their balconies and beckoned Zhou Xi with a finger. The balconies were close, and Zhou Xi leaned forward, expecting an answer.

As she leaned in, Chunshui removed her glasses, grabbed her chin, and kissed her.

Zhou Xi’s eyes widened, her hands pushing against Chunshui’s chest to break free, but Chunshui gripped her wrists tightly, deepening the kiss.

The sunset faded, night crept in, and the streetlights below lit up, glowing like fireflies in the roadside grass. Amid occasional insect chirps and rustling leaves, in the quiet, Zhou Xi’s heart pounded like a drum. She bit Chunshui’s lip hard.

“What are you doing!” Zhou Xi finally broke free from Chunshui’s grip and pushed her away.

Startled, she stumbled back a few steps, tripping over something on the balcony before stopping.

Chunshui looked at her expressionlessly and said calmly, “Doctor Zhou said she didn’t like me. I wanted to test it.”

Test what?

Zhou Xi’s eyes widened.

Chunshui smirked coldly, “Nothing special.”

With that, she went back to her room.

Zhou Xi stared at the empty balcony opposite, her eyes frozen.

What did she mean? What was “nothing special”? Was she mocking her kissing skills or something else?

Zhou Xi returned to her room and collapsed onto the bed.

She covered her eyes with her hand, but closing them brought back Chunshui’s focused expression during the kiss.

She was so intent, while Zhou Xi was utterly panicked.

Zhou Xi touched her lips unconsciously, then snapped awake.

Why did Chunshui kiss her? What was she testing? A faint unease stirred, making it impossible for Zhou Xi to lie still. She sat up, pouting aggrievedly, her heart thrown into chaos by Chunshui’s words.

The thought that Chunshui was just next door, only a wall between their beds, made Zhou Xi restless.

She yanked out a pillow, threw it to the floor, grabbed another, and smashed it against the wall. It bounced back, and she hugged it fiercely, turning to a different angle, pounding it while cursing Chunshui.

Next door, Chunshui heard a thud against the wall. She placed Zhou Xi’s glasses on the table, sat on the sofa, and stared at the wall, wondering what Zhou Xi was doing—probably cursing her. She leaned back, flopped onto the sofa, and zoned out.

Time passed slowly. Exhausted, Zhou Xi wrapped herself in the blanket and fell asleep.

She rolled over, woken by glaring sunlight. Her eyelids fluttered, and she opened her eyes to find it was broad daylight. She had slept like that all night.

She stared blankly, touching her lips unconsciously, recalling last night’s kiss. Finally processing it, her cheeks flushed red.

Muttering, she cursed Chunshui for sneaking an attack.

Her stomach growled. She got up to brush her teeth, holding the toothbrush, staring at the mirror, remembering she might have bitten Chunshui’s lip.

Would a female star’s blemish draw attention? If someone photographed it, would it cause controversy, leaving her unable to defend herself?

Zhou Xi fumed and worried, her thoughts jumping. Snapping back, she cursed Chunshui, thinking she deserved it.

The flush on her face spread. She spat out the toothpaste, rinsed her mouth, turned on the faucet, and splashed cold water on her face to clear her scattered thoughts.

After getting ready, Zhou Xi checked the time—past nine.

She opened the door, glanced irritably at the room next door, and went downstairs.

A maid saw her and said something in Spanish. Zhou Xi didn’t understand.

She gestured animatedly that she was hungry and wanted food.

The maid led her to the dining room, where the butler approached, speaking a language Zhou Xi understood.

“Guest, you’re awake? Breakfast is ready in the kitchen. We didn’t disturb you, worried about jet lag.”

Zhou Xi nodded. She understood English, but Spanish was tough, and few maids here seemed to speak English, mostly Spanish.

Breakfast arrived, and she ate with a knife and fork while the butler served.

“Have you planned your day? Your two friends left this morning. If you have no plans, why not explore the estate? The scenery is beautiful,” the butler suggested.

Zhou Xi was surprised and asked, “They’re gone?”

“Yes,” the butler revealed slightly, “They went to visit an important guest today, a long trip, so they left early. They instructed me to take good care of you. If you want to go somewhere, I can arrange a car.”

“No need,” Zhou Xi shook her head, her lingering frustration dissipating.

Good that they left—she wouldn’t have to face them and feel annoyed.

After breakfast, she followed the butler’s suggestion and explored the estate.

On the way to visit the guest, Hua Yun stared at Chunshui several times, finally unable to hold back, “Were you two that intense yesterday?” Her lip was bitten.

Chunshui kept a blank face, looking straight ahead without a glance, and said formally, “Are you sure this visit will go well?”

Hua Yun, “Did you two sleep together last night?”

Chunshui, “I heard she’s hard to deal with.”

Hua Yun, “Were you playing kinky or fighting yesterday?”

Chunshui, “If this visit fails, do you have other plans?”

Hua Yun rolled her eyes dramatically, giving up.

She couldn’t get anything out of that mouth.

She leaned back lazily, “My darling made arrangements last week and sent a formal invitation. There’s no issue getting in today, but how it goes depends on whether we can please her.”

“You actually did something useful,” Chunshui commented.

Hua Yun protested, “Something? I did a lot, okay?” Then she shifted, pressing, “What’s going on with you and that doctor? You brought her along, so she must be someone you trust. You’ve never treated anyone like this before. Are you really in love?”

In love? Chunshui pondered.

Did she like Zhou Xi?

She felt a bit possessive, enjoying seeing Zhou Xi cry because of her.

Seeing Doctor Zhou’s aggrieved face satisfied her mischievous streak immensely.

Hua Yun waited for a reply, but Chunshui said, “We’re here.”

Hua Yun shook her head. Chunshui was like the head of a secrecy bureau—her mouth gave nothing away.

Before getting out, Hua Yun teased, “If you don’t like her, introduce her to my friends. They love doctors.”

Chunshui frowned, “Don’t let your friends harass her. She’s a proper doctor.”

“Are you proper?” Hua Yun joked.

Chunshui didn’t respond.

Hua Yun shook her head. How had she fallen for Chunshui back then, thinking her aloofness was cool?

Hua Yun muttered, “Closet flirt.”

Chunshui didn’t hear, getting out from the other side.

After meeting Spain’s renowned agent, Hua Yun and Chunshui relaxed. With her behind-the-scenes support, the award was almost guaranteed, making their efforts worthwhile.

Hua Yun said, “I thought you were done for. You didn’t answer calls or reply to messages. When the festival invited you, I emailed you on a whim, not expecting a response. I thought you were quitting the industry.”

Chunshui recalled her state then.

She was in a closed-off state, avoiding people, not wanting to hear about the outside world. Her greatest fear was dawn. She thought she’d stay that way, living in darkness, until she met Zhou Xi.

She did nothing special, just treated her like an ordinary person.

That saved her.

Hua Yun looked at Chunshui’s left face, feeling heartbroken, “Good thing you recovered well.”

No, Zhou Xi did one more thing—she healed her face, essentially saving her life.

Chunshui smiled, her face softening.

“So I came back.”

At the estate, Zhou Xi, in shorts and a floral shirt, played in the sand.

A bucket of water sat beside her as she shoveled, trying to dig a big pit on the beach. A shadow fell over her. Zhou Xi looked up—it was Tina, Hua Yun’s girlfriend.

Tina gave her a friendly smile, her brown hair sliding smoothly over her shoulders. Today, she wore a princess-style updo, an off-shoulder short-sleeve top revealing round shoulders, and denim shorts showing off her slim, straight legs.

Zhou Xi, seeing her curiosity, scooted over to make room.

Tina crouched down.

Zhou Xi handed her a shovel, gesturing, “I want to dig from here to there.”

Tina nodded earnestly with wide eyes, though Zhou Xi wasn’t sure she understood, and kept digging.

When Chunshui and Hua Yun returned, they saw two sunburned figures on the beach.

Zhou Xi’s face was flushed, standing proudly by her “irrigation channel” project. Tina mirrored her expression, clearly having bonded over their revolutionary friendship.

Grown adults, playing in the sand like that.