She’s Just Too Hard to Win Over [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 24

Jing Ling: “…!”

Fang Ningcheng: “…”

The atmosphere froze in sheer awkwardness. Even Fang Ningcheng—whose face was usually thicker than a city wall was momentarily lost for words.

“Uh… how about you come in for a bit?” he suggested weakly.

Jing Ling didn’t even glance at him. Her gaze stayed fixed on Ning Xue the whole time.

“Are we going to rest?”

“No, we’re going in to drink!”

As soon as Ning Xue said that, she grabbed Jing Ling’s hand and pulled her inside.

Fang Ningcheng was left standing at the door, looking utterly dejected.

His bratty little sister is totally ditching her brother for a pretty face!

Once inside, Ning Xue loudly announced to the group of guys, “Everyone, this is my good friend Jing Ling! Make sure she joins the drinking rounds!”

The boys’ eyes lit up with admiration, but the moment they sensed the distant, untouchable aura radiating off Jing Ling, they quickly reined in their thoughts and went back to reshuffling cards.

The game was called “Dream Tractor.” The rules were simple: everyone drew a card, matched it with the one turned face-up, and tried to form pairs or runs. If not, they simply compared values—high card wins.

Jing Ling had incredible luck; she didn’t lose a single round. Ning Xue, on the other hand, had terrible fortune losing more often than winning. Every time Jing Ling tried to help her by drinking in her place, Ning Xue had already downed her own glass before she could react.

All Jing Ling could do was quietly hand her a napkin to wipe her mouth.

After just five or six beers, Ning Xue was already seven-tenths drunk. Her eyes were unfocused, her body soft and wobbly, yet she still clung to Jing Ling, rubbing against her like an affectionate kitten.

Du Qian kept inching closer, clearly wanting to say something.

Jing Ling could tell what he was thinking. That look in his eyes gave everything away.

She turned her gaze on him cold, dark, and sharp as a blade. Just one glance, and Du Qian froze like a startled animal, most of his drunkenness instantly sobered.

What the hell was that?

How could someone have eyes like that?

Just being looked at made his skin prickle, as if pierced by invisible needles.

Jing Ling calmly turned back, and when her eyes fell on Ning Xue again, the coldness melted into quiet tenderness, as if the frost from before had been nothing but an illusion.

She helped Ning Xue up, told Fang Ningcheng she was taking her to rest, and walked away.

Looking down, she saw the drunken girl’s face flushed pink, her lips soft and red like a peach blossom—beautiful enough to steal the breath from her lungs.

How could she possibly let anyone else see her like this?

Ning Xue let out a faint hum, her eyes fluttering open as a smile curved her lips.

“Oh? Jing Ling,” she murmured and before Jing Ling could react, she leaned in and kissed her.

The shock hit Jing Ling like a punch to the chest, her heart thundering so hard it almost hurt.

She returned the kiss gently, her lips brushing and tasting, every movement tender and restrained.

Ning Xue’s mind was hazy. She didn’t even know how to breathe properly, and within moments her face was red from lack of air. She tilted her head slightly, breaking the kiss.

They were so close that Ning Xue could feel the coolness of Jing Ling’s skin, and it felt so soothing that she kept pressing closer, rubbing against her to ease the heat on her face.

Jing Ling’s breath hitched; something deep inside her stirred—a dangerous warmth she could barely contain. Her eyes darkened.

“You really have no idea how dangerous that is,” she whispered.

“What did you say?”

Ning Xue leaned in again, her eyes glassy with drunkenness yet tinged with a faint clarity. Her cheeks glowed pink, her lips slightly parted like she was waiting to be kissed again.

“It’s nothing,” Jing Ling murmured, her voice soft. Then, as Ning Xue moved closer, she met her lips halfway.

This time, Ning Xue’s mouth tasted faintly of alcohol, her warmth seeping through every inch of Jing Ling’s being.

Earlier, she hadn’t had time to savor it. Now, wrapped in that intoxicating heat, Jing Ling felt as though her body was burning no escape, nowhere to hide.

For the first time, she wasn’t the one in control.

Ning Xue’s kiss was clumsy and unpracticed, more like she was eating something she really liked messy, eager, and entirely without rhythm. Occasionally, their teeth bumped together, making a faint clicking sound.

It was unrefined and reckless, yet strangely heart-stirring.

Jing Ling’s face flushed, her heartbeat pounding so wildly it felt like it might burst from her chest and whisper her secret to the world how deeply she liked this girl.

When the kiss finally ended, both were breathing hard, their gasps filling the quiet, moonless night.

Ning Xue rested in her arms, soft and warm, like something sweet and fragile.

Jing Ling couldn’t suppress the surge of emotion inside her. Her arms tightened slightly as she whispered, her voice trembling, “Ning Xue, I like you.”

Her heart pounded so violently it drowned out everything else. She forced herself to stay calm, waiting for a reply.

But Ning Xue said nothing.

As the silence stretched on, Jing Ling’s excitement slowly cooled.

So it really was just her own wishful thinking?

A bitter smile flickered across her face. “Even if you reject me, I won’t give up on you,” she murmured.

Still no response. In fact, Ning Xue’s breathing had turned steady—too steady.

Wait…

Jing Ling lowered her head and saw her sleeping soundly, her little nose twitching, utterly peaceful.

So she hadn’t heard the confession at all?

Her heart, which had plunged into despair seconds ago, rose again. She let out a soft laugh and gently pinched Ning Xue’s cheek before laying her carefully on the bed.

Just a few seconds, and her emotions had swung from heaven to hell and back again. No wonder her heart felt like it might give out.

Jing Ling lay down beside her, pulling the girl into her arms. She pressed a light kiss to those soft, swollen lips.

“Good night.”

Half-asleep, Ning Xue burrowed closer into her embrace, as if responding in her dreams.

Jing Ling’s heart melted completely. She held her tighter.

At this point, I can’t pull away anymore, she thought. Even if you don’t love me, I’ll keep you by my side.

And if you ever try to run… I’ll tie your hands and feet, lock you in a golden cage, and make you my only little sun.

Her eyes glimmered in the dark filled with obsession, madness, and a love far too deep to ever let go.