All the Female Protagonists Who Have Been Saved Have Become Obsessed [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 32.2

Chunshui suddenly leaned in, cupping Zhou Xi’s face, their foreheads touching, glasses clinking. Zhou Xi thought she’d kiss her, heart racing, but Chunshui only bumped her.

“I’m leaving. Take care, Doctor Zhou. Don’t meet strangers casually.”

“I’m not a kid,” Zhou Xi complained, tugging her collar, feeling heat rise.

Chunshui saw her flush, her smile deepening, cooing, “Can I have the honor of you driving me to the airport?”

Zhou Xi didn’t ruin it, coolly pulling out her keys, “Let’s go.”

Chunshui laughed, chasing her, grabbing her hand, “You forgot me, Doctor Zhou.”

Hand in hand, Chunshui pulled up her mask. Zhou Xi didn’t dare look at her. Tonight, Chunshui seemed to cast a spell—each glance quickened her heartbeat.

At the airport, Zhou Xi gripped the steering wheel, “We’re here.”

No sound from the passenger seat. Chunshui was asleep, slumped messily, exhaustion clear on her face.

So tired, yet she came back.

Seeing her discomfort, Zhou Xi checked the time. Still early. She unbuckled, grabbed a pillow from the backseat, and carefully undid Chunshui’s seatbelt to slip it under her neck. As she moved, Chunshui woke, grabbing her wrist.

Their eyes met. Chunshui smiled, “Trying to take advantage while I’m asleep, Doctor Zhou?”

The pillow fell. Zhou Xi’s other hand was on the seatback, looking like she was about to trap Chunshui, or steal a kiss.

Her lips were close—Chunshui could touch them by lifting her chin. Zhou Xi’s heart pounded wildly. Chunshui glanced down, seeing the pillow slip between her legs.

Letting go, Zhou Xi sat back.

Chunshui picked up the pillow, hugging it.

Zhou Xi coughed, “We’re at the airport.”

Chunshui lifted the pillow, smiling, “Can I keep this?”

Zhou Xi turned, leaning back slightly.

Cute overload should be illegal!

Chunshui’s pretty face pressed against the pillow, big eyes sparkling at Zhou Xi, her fairness heightened by the pink. Maybe from just waking, her left eye blinked. Zhou Xi’s hand tightened on her leg, fighting a near-scream.

“Take it if you like.”

Chunshui sat back, burying her face in the pillow, grumbling, “Time goes too fast.”

Zhou Xi wanted to sigh too.

Yeah, why so fast?

Chunshui suddenly cursed, “Blame that Li woman!” She counted on her fingers, “I planned eight hours with you. Because she invited you, I took a cab to the hospital, then the restaurant, wasting nearly two hours on the road!”

Her whiny complaints were too cute. Zhou Xi’s heart, stirred by Chunshui, sank. Time was up—Chunshui had to go. Gripping the wheel, reluctance filled her. A decision flashed like a shock. Her body moved before her mind, leaning to hold Chunshui’s hand, kissing her lips briefly.

A fleeting touch, Zhou Xi blushed to her neck, pink spreading. Gripping the wheel, she hid her face, “Go.”

Chunshui touched her lips, stunned.

A dream come true, so sudden.

She got out dazedly, watching Zhou Xi drive off, then snapped awake, frustrated, “Doctor Zhou kissed me!”

Why didn’t she kiss back? She’d wanted to kiss her forever…

Chunshui texted Zhou Xi, “What did that kiss mean?”

The airport announced her flight. She couldn’t stay, boarding with regret. Until takeoff, no reply came.

After the long flight, Chunshui checked her phone. Zhou Xi replied.

“When you finish this film, let’s be together.”

Zhou Xi lay in bed, sleepless, asking the system, “When does the realm gate open?”

System: “After the task is complete.”

Zhou Xi flopped back.

The strategy team could date freely, even flirt with multiple people. Why was her support team stuck reporting to HQ first?

She could only wait to finish, return, and file a romance report. Then she’d need an excuse to leave. Thinking of Chunshui’s eyes, lying made her nervous already.

Pulling up the covers, Zhou Xi mulled excuses, drifting off.

Morning came with a phone call. Chunshui’s voice held excitement, “Morning, Doctor Zhou!”

Zhou Xi: “Hm?”

“Still sleeping?” Chunshui softened her voice.

Zhou Xi mumbled another “hm.”

“Sleep then,” Chunshui said.

Zhou Xi rolled over, phone falling by her pillow, breathing steadily. Chunshui listened, smiling uncontrollably. She didn’t know why Zhou Xi wanted to wait until filming ended, but sensed it was to avoid distracting her comeback. Zhou Xi cared about her work.

Chunshui listened to Zhou Xi’s phone until it died.

Huang Xiaoyun picked her up at the airport, rushing to the set just in time.

Zhou Xi woke at her usual time, finding her phone dead. Charging it, she saw a one-and-a-half-hour call with Chunshui.

Baffled, when did she answer? No memory.

She called back—phone off.

Zhou Xi slapped her forehead. Chunshui was probably filming.

Humming, in a great mood, she got ready for work.

That morning, everyone asked, “Doctor Zhou, you’re in a great mood! Good news?”

Zhou Xi couldn’t hide her smile, “You’ll see.”

Even when the head nurse scolded her for a wrong prescription, Zhou Xi fixed it with a grin, leaving the nurse puzzled. She asked the nurses’ station, “What’s with Doctor Zhou today? So happy. Know anything?”

The nurses shook their heads. One exclaimed, “Is Doctor Zhou in love? That huge rose bouquet yesterday—someone’s chasing her?”

Everyone nodded.

The head nurse beamed, “It’s about time she found someone. Wonder what her partner’s like.”

They speculated as the hospital got busy.

Days passed calmly.

Li Xia seemed tied up, not bothering Chunshui. Their odd meeting led to no action—just a meeting.

Without Li Xia’s interference, Guanyin’s crew filmed smoothly. Overseas scenes wrapped successfully, even Litchi’s curse stayed dormant. Director Zhang considered replacing her after their early clash over billing, but Litchi stayed quiet, not mentioning it again. With the cast announced, changing her was tricky, and Leading Entertainment’s clout mattered. Though Zhang didn’t expect big profits, he wanted some, and offending a company with major theater chains wasn’t wise.

Domestic scenes were few, compressed to half a month. Back in the country, Director Zhang gave three days off. Everyone cheered and scattered. Chunshui, holding her breath, told Huang Xiaoyun to rest, then drove to the hospital, betting Zhou Xi would be thrilled.

Chunshui didn’t tell Zhou Xi, wanting to surprise her.

In her room, Zhou Xi told the system, “Filming’s almost done. What excuse do I use to leave Chunshui?”

She’d checked her task progress. She thought it’d complete after Chunshui’s film won awards or sparked discussion, but it was at 95%. Once filming ended, her task would be done.

Zhou Xi fretted. No excuse yet. Vanishing for days would scare Chunshui. She shouldn’t have agreed so fast—should’ve filed the report first.

Still thinking, the door burst open. Chunshui stood there, face grim, “Where’re you going, Doctor Zhou?”