She’s Just Too Hard to Win Over [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 15

Ning Xue was utterly stunned, her eyes widening like saucers.

What on earth Jing Ling was kissing her?!

She tried to convince herself not to overthink it. Maybe Jing Ling was just acting on impulse. But the next second, a slick tongue slipped past her teeth and swept into her mouth, tangling with hers.

Ning Xue: …

Okay, maybe not just a momentary impulse.

She’d only wanted to stay by Jing Ling’s side as a friend to “strategically capture” her, as the system put it. She never imagined their relationship would go beyond that. How did things spiral this far?

Was she really about to seduce someone for the sake of a mission? That thought alone made her panic.

She’d fought countless villains, battled through life-and-death missions, but love? Romance? That was always someone else’s storyline. She’d never been the one living it.

And emotional entanglements only complicated things. She just wanted to activate the system and become a rich woman no need for a girlfriend in the mix!

That thought gave her the will to resist. She tried to push Jing Ling away, but the other girl’s fierce response only made things worse her lips and tongue both stung from where Jing Ling had bitten them.

Jing Ling finally eased up, her nose brushing Ning Xue’s as she spoke in a low, hoarse voice. “You really hate it that much?”

Her breath was hot, searing against Ning Xue’s skin, making her instinctively shrink back.

“This isn’t right,” Ning Xue said softly. “We’re just friends.”

“Just friends?” Jing Ling gave a short, humorless laugh and kissed her again. This time, her movements were possessive, almost predatory, as though Ning Xue were prey she refused to release.

Ning Xue’s lips ached, her whole mouth burning, but her strength was no match for Jing Ling’s. She could fight, yes but not hurt Jing Ling. Every technique she knew was meant to kill, and that was something she could never use on her.

As she hesitated, Jing Ling seized the moment. The kiss softened became slow, almost tender and Ning Xue’s strength drained away completely.

“Still trying to push me away?” Jing Ling whispered.

Her eyes were rimmed with red, emotions swirling so intensely it was hard to tell whether it was anger, longing, or pain. Maybe all three.

She finally understood what she felt for Ning Xue was real. It wasn’t something she could reason with, or suppress. She wanted Ning Xue by her side, no matter what.

Ning Xue lay in her arms, gasping softly. As her mind cleared, the memory of what had just happened replayed over and over like a film reel.

“What do you mean by this?” she demanded.

【You’re doomed. She’s fallen in love.】

The system’s voice carried an annoying hint of glee.

“What does that have to do with me?” Ning Xue muttered.

【You’re too naïve. Once she’s fixated on you, do you really think you can get away? She’s.】

The rest was abruptly cut off. The system flickered weakly, then vanished into a point of light.

“Hey! What is she? Finish your sentence!” Ning Xue shouted at the air—only to find Jing Ling staring straight at her.

Uh oh.

Had she really fallen for her?

“Jing Ling, I think there’s a misunderstanding between us. That kiss it really was an accident. mmph!”

Her protest was swallowed whole as Jing Ling kissed her again. This one wasn’t as deep, but it was slow and deliberate, making Ning Xue’s breath hitch.

Jing Ling’s hand tightened around her waist, almost crushing her. The heat from her body seeped through the thin fabric between them, and somehow, Ning Xue’s own temperature began to rise.

Without realizing it, her arms looped around Jing Ling’s neck. Her knees gave way, and she practically hung off the other girl.

“Still calling it an accident?”

Ning Xue said nothing. She might have been cornered, but she wouldn’t surrender that easily.

“Why so quiet, hmm?”

Her voice was low, teasing, warm breath tickling Ning Xue’s ear.

“Let me go first,” Ning Xue murmured, her voice barely audible.

They were too close enough that she could feel the sharpness of Jing Ling’s hip bones pressing into her.

So thin… how could someone be this thin?

But Jing Ling’s brows were tightly furrowed, her expression tense with pain.

The ache she’d been ignoring came crashing back all at once. Her temple throbbed like a hammer against her skull, and before she could steady herself, her strength gave out.

Ning Xue barely had time to react before Jing Ling collapsed against her.

She caught her instinctively and that’s when she realized Jing Ling’s skin was burning. Her face was flushed a dangerous red.

So that’s why she’d felt so hot before. She wasn’t just overwhelmed she had a fever.

“Unbelievable,” Ning Xue murmured, ears turning pink. “Even sick, you…”

She didn’t finish the thought.

Suppressing the heat in her chest, she carried Jing Ling to bed. After changing her clothes, giving her medicine, and cooling her forehead, it was already late at night.

She hesitated. Should she stay and watch over her?

Her phone buzzed Fang Ningchen.

“Xue’er, where are you? It’s so late, why aren’t you home yet?”

“I’m at Jing Ling’s. She’s sick, and I…”

Before she could finish, Jing Ling’s hand caught hers, her brow slowly relaxing.

“I’ll stay with her tonight,” Ning Xue said softly. “Can you tell Mom and Dad for me?”

“Fine, but be careful,” her brother replied.

Ning Xue hung up with a sigh. “Careful? What could possibly happen here?”

She tucked Jing Ling’s hand back under the blanket.

Then came another question where was she supposed to sleep?

The bed was big, sure, but sharing it didn’t feel right. Especially when one of them was feverish… and unpredictable.

In the end, she chose the sofa.

But she couldn’t really sleep. Around midnight, she checked on Jing Ling again. The fever had gone down, but her face was still tense with pain.

“You’ve had medicine. Why do you still look like that?” Ning Xue murmured, pressing gently at a pressure point near her temple until the tightness eased.

Just as she turned to leave, a hand shot out and yanked her down.

She landed hard on the bed.

In the dim glow of the nightlight, Jing Ling’s gaze burned sharp and focused, like a hunter sizing up her prey.

“How do you feel? Still in pain?” Ning Xue asked carefully.

But judging by her strength, she seemed plenty fine.

Without answering, Jing Ling slid an arm around her and pulled her close.

“You’re sick, Jing Ling. This isn’t good for you,” Ning Xue tried again.

Jing Ling buried her face against her shoulder, voice muffled and hoarse. “Say one more word, and I’ll kiss you again.”

The body in her arms instantly went still, even her breathing shallow and careful like a small animal hiding from danger.

The soft lamplight painted her lashes gold, her face calm and breathtakingly beautiful. Jing Ling couldn’t look away.

Then, without warning, she bent down and captured her lips once more.

“You don’t keep your word,” Ning Xue murmured between breaths.

I changed my mind, Jing Ling whispered.