All the Female Protagonists Who Have Been Saved Have Become Obsessed [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 33.1

Zhou Xi’s eyes widened.

How did she get back so fast?

Chunshui dragged her suitcase, its wheels clattering like an alarm ringing in Zhou Xi’s heart, making it race.

Oh no, did she say her talk with the system out loud?

Zhou Xi thought, forcing a silly grin to cover up.

“Go where? I’m not going anywhere. Did you mishear?”

Chunshui didn’t buy it.

She’d clearly heard “how to leave Chunshui after filming” outside. Gripping her suitcase, she asked, “Who were you talking to, Doctor Zhou?”

Zhou Xi played dumb, “No one. It’s just me here.”

She stood, taking Chunshui’s suitcase.

“When did you get back? Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve picked you up at the airport.”

Chunshui stayed wary, scanning Zhou Xi for clues. Zhou Xi flashed an innocent smile, asking, “Was filming tiring? Have you eaten?”

Answering while watching her, Chunshui said, “It was fine. Haven’t eaten. You, Doctor Zhou?”

Zhou Xi nodded, “It’s afternoon, of course I ate. But you haven’t?”

She placed the suitcase by the desk.

“Let’s eat first. I’ll treat you to a welcome-back meal. Anything you want?”

Chunshui felt uneasy. Zhou Xi was too perfect, as if what she’d heard at the door was fake. Was it her fear of Zhou Xi leaving making her paranoid, or…

Her gaze deepened, “There was food on the plane, but I couldn’t eat. Anything’s fine. Since you’re treating, you pick. I’m not picky.”

Zhou Xi laughed, “You’re easier to please than me.”

Chunshui pursed her lips.

Not even an actor, yet Zhou Xi was calmer than her.

Chunshui had returned with high hopes, only to be doused with cold water.

In Zhou Xi’s office, she felt chilled.

Was that text a lie?

Did Zhou Xi act on impulse, then regret it after cooling down?

Chunshui’s thumbnail dug into her index finger.

No, she’d make this real.

Whether Zhou Xi wanted it or not, it was set.

Even if it meant deceit, she’d bear it.

Leaving the hospital, Zhou Xi chose a familiar diner.

Seeing Chunshui drop the questions, she relaxed.

This wasn’t easy to explain, especially to someone from this world.

Chunshui might not believe her and think it was an excuse.

At the diner, Zhou Xi handed her the menu, “Order anything. Everything’s good here.”

Confident, she watched as Chunshui picked two dishes to her taste.

Zhou Xi added three more.

The waiter left, and Zhou Xi said, “Good eye. Those two are the chef’s specialties. I eat here twice a week.”

She chattered about the dishes and how the chef made them, clearly a foodie.

Chunshui listened, subtly asking, “A welcome-back meal needs wine. Shall we have a couple of glasses, Doctor Zhou?”

Thrilled to see Chunshui, Zhou Xi agreed.

Chunshui knew Zhou Xi’s tolerance.

They’d drunk together before.

Seeing the red wine, Chunshui smiled, “Just this is boring. How about I mix you something special?”

“You can mix drinks?” Zhou Xi was curious.

“Yup,” Chunshui nodded, asking the waiter, “Do you have a bar counter?”

“Yes,” the waiter replied respectfully.

Chunshui turned to Zhou Xi, “I’ll be right back, Doctor Zhou.”

Curious, Zhou Xi wanted to follow.

She’d never seen Chunshui mix drinks; it seemed out of character.

Chunshui didn’t object.

They followed the waiter to the bar counter. She said softly, “I filmed a movie about a bartender once, so I learned a bit.”

Zhou Xi beamed, “So you pick up skills from every film? You must know tons!”

Chunshui thought, “Horse riding, baking, tennis, archery, skiing…”

Seeing Zhou Xi’s shock, she laughed, “Not as amazing as you think. I just know enough for filming.”

“Still impressive,” Zhou Xi marveled.

Chunshui’s cheeks warmed, “If you want to learn anything, I can teach you.”

Zhou Xi nodded eagerly, “Sure!”

At the bar, Chunshui asked the bartender for tools and liquor.

The bartender glanced at them, noting the strong alcohol.

Hesitant, she asked, “These? Who’s drinking?”

“I am,” Chunshui took the tools. “Thanks, I know how to use them.”

Recognizing the actress Chunshui, the bartender blushed, “It’s you.”

She watched Chunshui work, eyeing the order slip, hoping for an autograph.

Chunshui dazzled, tossing and catching a shaker behind her back.

Zhou Xi clapped.

Chunshui poured a pale pink drink into a tall glass, offering it to Zhou Xi.

Zhou Xi took a sip. Sweet.

She went for another, but Chunshui stopped her, “Drink it when the food comes.”

Chunshui finished her own drink, setting down the shaker.

The bartender approached shyly.

“Are you Chunshui?”

Getting a nod, she gushed, “Your movie inspired me to become a bartender. I’m thrilled to meet you. Can you sign this?”

Chunshui didn’t refuse, signing the paper, then took the drinks back to their booth with Zhou Xi.

Zhou Xi teased, “Even fans here. That movie must’ve been good.”

Chunshui shook her head, “Not really. Rated 4.9. To each their own.”

She sipped her wine, “Even I’ve made plenty of flops, Doctor Zhou. I’m not as great as you think. I’ve done things others would scorn.”

Zhou Xi laughed, “I didn’t fall for you because you’re perfect. When we met, your attitude was pretty bad, you know.”

“Yours wasn’t much better,” Chunshui shot back.

Zhou Xi chuckled, “Guess we’re even.”

Chunshui smiled, staring at Zhou Xi’s lips, moist from wine.

Zhou Xi’s lips were shapely—thin upper, full lower, sometimes pouting unconsciously, tempting a kiss.

Chunshui said softly, “Eat some food.”

Thrilled to see Chunshui, Zhou Xi ate and talked.

Chunshui listened with a smile, refilling her glass.

Zhou Xi drank more, eating little, soon drunk.

She gazed hazily at Chunshui, mumbling, “I… I… think I’m drunk…”

“Doctor Zhou?” Chunshui called softly.

“Hm…” Zhou Xi chased her voice, as if it came from the sky.

“Where are you going to leave me?”

Chunshui coaxed, her tone light but laced with hidden coldness.

Oblivious, Zhou Xi giggled, “A… a place… you can’t go…”

Chunshui gripped her glass, nearly shattering it, veins bulging on her hand. Her face paled, murmuring, “You’re leaving me.”

“Yeah, lea… leaving you…”

Zhou Xi repeated, “Go, back… you… can’t know…”

“Doctor Zhou…” Chunshui’s voice was ethereal, “I won’t let you leave. You said after filming…”

“Filming… done… must leave…” Zhou Xi mumbled, slurring. The system sensed danger, shouting in her mind.

Zhou Xi frowned, “Stop it!” waving like swatting a mosquito.

Chunshui sat stunned.

Zhou Xi’s flailing hand broke a glass, snapping her awake.

Her eyes reddened, grabbing Zhou Xi’s hand fiercely, “You can’t leave me!”

Zhou Xi, clueless, grinned stupidly.

Chunshui paid, called a car, and took them to her place.

Refusing the driver’s help, she stumbled, getting Zhou Xi to bed.

She stared at her until Zhou Xi, flushed from alcohol, kept shouting for water.

Chunshui snapped out of it.

She fetched water, feeding Zhou Xi, who clumsily spilled it.

Chunshui started wiping with her sleeve, then her eyes darkened, touching Zhou Xi’s face.

“Doctor Zhou,” she called. Zhou Xi, drunk, didn’t respond.

Chunshui’s hand slid down, removing Zhou Xi’s clothes, climbing onto the bed.

She guided Zhou Xi’s hand downward, tears seeming to fall. Chunshui bit Zhou Xi’s shoulder, unwilling.

She wished Zhou Xi could see her.

Morning came, magpies chirping outside, hinting at good news.

Zhou Xi struggled to open her swollen eyes, feeling like she’d been punched.

Her arm was pinned, something wriggling with her movement. Wide-eyed, she froze.

Her other hand felt silky skin.

As a doctor, Zhou Xi knew what it was.

She carefully withdrew one hand, trying to free the other.

The person buried in her chest murmured.

Zhou Xi, startled, stopped moving.

Her mind raced, screaming to the system, “What happened last night?!”

Her memory was blank after dinner with Chunshui.

The system beeped online, “Host got drunk, taken home by the female lead, then beep… and beep… then beep… I was forced offline.”

Zhou Xi was stunned. The system wasn’t always active in her mind, shutting off for private matters. The long beep meant she’d done something forcing it offline.

What did she do? Looking down, Chunshui stirred, loosening her grip on Zhou Xi’s waist.

Seeing Chunshui’s curves and her own bare body, anyone could guess what happened…

No way… Did Chunshui…?

Panicked, Zhou Xi checked herself, feeling nothing.

But Chunshui was covered in marks, looking ravaged, neck down a mess…

Zhou Xi panicked more.

God! What had she done?

She wanted to wake Chunshui but didn’t dare.