The Villainess Is Pretending to Be Sweet Again Today (Transmigration) - Chapter 52

The spring rain fell in a steady drizzle, leaving the roads damp and slick. Under the dim yellow glow of streetlights, pedestrians with umbrellas of all colors moved about, creating a scene like a picturesque painting.

Nuo Yang stood close to Long Huaichang, perhaps because of the rain, she felt a slight chill.

The two had been waiting at the bus stop for over twenty minutes, but there was still no sign of the bus. Some of the people around them, tired of waiting, had already hailed taxis, while others had come and gone in waves.

“Maybe there’s traffic,” Long Huaichang said softly. “Sister, should we just walk back?”

The office wasn’t far from home—just two stops away. Walking would take about twenty minutes, or even less if they picked up the pace.

Nuo Yang glanced at the sky. The rain looked like it would continue all night.

“Alright,” she said after a moment’s thought. “I actually wanted to pick up a few things on the way anyway.”

Having made up their minds, they abandoned their futile wait and started heading home.

The sky grew darker, and despite the streetlights, visibility was poor. Nuo Yang looked up at the umbrella—one she had bought just a few days ago.

“Why did you only bring one umbrella when you left?” she asked.

Long Huaichang glanced up as well. “I was in a hurry and just grabbed one on my way out. I thought we’d be taking the bus.”

Nuo Yang pursed her lips. She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but Long Huaichang seemed to be standing unusually close to her.

The events from a few days ago still lingered in Nuo Yang’s mind, leaving her uneasy. Pretending to admire the scenery, she took a small step to the side.

Rain quickly dampened her shoulder, but Long Huaichang reached out and pulled her back.

“Sister.”

Holding the umbrella in one hand and gripping Nuo Yang’s waist with the other, Long Huaichang asked, “You haven’t been looking at me much lately. Do you hate me now?”

“Of course not,” Nuo Yang replied evasively. “We’ve been together for over a year. Why would I hate you?”

“Then why have you been avoiding me?”

“I haven’t. Maybe you’re misunderstanding something…”

Nuo Yang kept her eyes darting around, not daring to move. The rain outside seemed to be getting heavier, and she really didn’t want to get soaked.

Long Huaichang suddenly stopped walking.

Nuo Yang had no choice but to stop as well, turning to look at her.

“If you don’t hate me, then why won’t you talk to me properly?” Long Huaichang released Nuo Yang’s waist and leaned in slightly, locking eyes with her. “We haven’t had a real conversation in days.”

Nuo Yang’s heart pounded wildly. Long Huaichang’s fair face was now inches from hers, and Nuo Yang—never one for composure—didn’t know how to react.

It wasn’t that she hated Long Huaichang. She was just… scared.

After all, being pinned against a wall and kissed twice by her own sister would make anyone nervous, let alone someone as timid as Nuo Yang.

This really wasn’t right…

Nuo Yang stared at her nervously and said in a small voice, “After what you did to me twice, how could I act normal around you?”

“Besides,” she added, stiffening her neck, “you’re only eighteen, and you’re kissing me? Don’t you think that’s inappropriate? I’m your sister!”

Long Huaichang bit her lip. “I know. But I just… I really like you, sister.”

From the very first day she met Nuo Yang, Long Huaichang knew she would only ever love this one person in her lifetime. If the entire world wished for her death, then Nuo Yang was the sole person who wanted her to live.

How could she not love someone like that?

“The ‘like’ you’re talking about probably isn’t the same as what I mean,” Nuo Yang explained. “At most, you’re just overly dependent on me. You’ll definitely like someone else in the future.”

Long Huaichang frowned. “Sis, I’ve told you many times—I don’t like anyone else.”

Especially the ‘someone else’ Nuo Yang kept mentioning—Long Huaichang hadn’t even met them, so how could she possibly like them?

Nuo Yang grew anxious. If Long Huaichang really did have feelings for her, what would happen to the plot when the next female lead appeared?

“Think about it carefully. I helped you during your toughest times, so it’s natural for you to like me,” Nuo Yang desperately tried to explain. “But that doesn’t mean you have to be with me. I can always just be your sister.”

“You already are my sister,” Long Huaichang said unhappily. “I know what I’m saying. Sis, I really do like you.”

“You—”

“Sis.”

Long Huaichang cut Nuo Yang off. “You always say I’ve confused my feelings for you, but have you ever considered that maybe I’ve felt this way from the very beginning?”

She wanted to live with Nuo Yang, go shopping together, snuggle in their little home—all these things Long Huaichang wanted to make real.

Nuo Yang’s face flushed red with frustration, but she couldn’t find the words to retort.

What should she do? This little girl was getting sharper with her words, and Nuo Yang was completely outmatched!

She couldn’t win an argument, and she couldn’t hit her—Nuo Yang was truly at her wit’s end!

Long Huaichang reached out, tilting Nuo Yang’s face up, and whispered softly, “Sis, I want to kiss you. If you hate it, you can push me away.”

Nuo Yang stared at her in shock—they were on the street! What was this girl thinking?!

Just as she managed to utter a “You—”, Long Huaichang leaned down and captured her lips.

The sound of rain hitting the umbrella suddenly grew louder.

Nuo Yang felt as if her breath had been stolen away.

Their previous two kisses had been nothing more than light brushes or quick pecks, but today, Long Huaichang seemed determined to prove something—her kiss was fiercer than ever.

Long Huaichang’s tongue was soft and warm, gently sweeping over Nuo Yang’s lips, sending shivers down her spine.

The lingering breaths and moist sensation made Nuo Yang part her lips slightly.

Their tongues intertwined, and Long Huaichang completely stole Nuo Yang’s breath, even muffling her soft moans between their lips…

Though it was already dark and the rain had left the streets empty, the thought of kissing Long Huaichang in broad daylight made Nuo Yang so flustered she nearly cried.

Long Huaichang had said she could push her away if she hated it, but Nuo Yang clutched her coat tightly, unsure whether she should.

She couldn’t bring herself to push her away—how could Nuo Yang bear to reject her?

………

It felt like an eternity before the rain-drenched kiss finally ended.

Nuo Yang burst into tears.

This damn girl—she knew Nuo Yang was soft-hearted and still treated her like this!!!

She was truly the worst!!!

Long Huaichang looked at Nuo Yang’s slightly swollen, rosy lips and couldn’t help but chuckle softly. “Sister, you’re even sweeter than usual today.”

Nuo Yang burst into tears at her teasing words—this was no different from those scoundrels who’d take advantage of decent women and then casually remark how tight they were!

“You jerk!” Nuo Yang sobbed. “What if someone we know saw us?”

Her lifelong reputation would be completely ruined!

Long Huaichang smiled and lowered her head. “Where would we run into anyone we know?”

Besides, she could tell Nuo Yang didn’t dislike the kiss. In fact, she seemed to be enjoying it a little.

Looks like my skills aren’t bad at all!!!

Long Huaichang secretly gloated. As long as her sister didn’t hate it, she could find more opportunities to kiss her, get her used to it, and then take things further later.

Completely unaware of Long Huaichang’s thoughts, Nuo Yang was fuming with anger. She turned and stormed off toward home, with Long Huaichang quickly following behind with an umbrella.

The two returned home, and throughout the entire journey, Nuo Yang refused to say another word to Long Huaichang. Whether from anger or embarrassment, her face remained flushed red.

Even in her dreams that night, Nuo Yang could still see Long Huaichang chasing after her, shouting things like “Sister, don’t run, let me kiss you!”—terrifying her so much she couldn’t sleep at all.

The next day, Long Huaichang obediently went to school, while Nuo Yang, in a bad mood, stayed home. Long Huaichang prepared a bunch of snacks and food for her, glancing at the tightly shut second-floor bedroom door before leaving for school.

On her way to school, Long Huaichang touched her lips, puzzled.

Why was her sister so angry? They weren’t related by bl00d, and they both liked girls—so why couldn’t they be together?

Or maybe her sister preferred older women and didn’t like someone just barely an adult like her?

The more Long Huaichang thought about it, the more unsettled she felt. Standing in front of a shop window on the commercial street, she scrutinized herself from head to toe.

The blue-and-white school uniform might look a bit tacky, but her face more than made up for it. Though it sounded shameless to admit, Long Huaichang had charmed countless boys and girls at school—even the teachers treated her with extra kindness.

“With a face this pretty, how could she not be moved?”

As Long Huaichang was lost in thought, staring at her reflection, she suddenly saw Shi Tian rushing over from across the street, waving excitedly as he dodged traffic to reach her.

“Long-jie, what are you doing here?” Shi Tian asked, confused. “Admiring yourself?”

Long Huaichang shot him a glance but didn’t answer.

Her mind was still filled with the image of her sister’s reddened eyes—she had no time to entertain this little idiot behind her.

Shi Tian didn’t mind Long Huaichang’s indifference; after spending so much time together, he was used to it. He trotted over cheerfully and said, “Long-jie, the homeroom teacher wants us to go to the office later.”

Visiting the teacher’s office was nothing new for either of them. Long Huaichang replied flatly, “What did I do wrong this time?”

Shi Tian: “…”

You don’t even know what you did wrong yourself?

Shi Tian rolled his eyes discreetly and said, “It’s about the essay. Remember the mock exam last week? There was a composition titled ‘The Three Stages of My Future.'”

Long Huaichang vaguely recalled it—probably some prompt asking students to write about their short-, medium-, and long-term goals.

Shi Tian said, “I told the teacher I wanted to open a mahjong parlor, and he scolded me.”

Long Huaichang nodded. “Alright, let’s go then.”

Shi Tian added, “Oh, we should wait for Jiang Li. She got called in for a talk too.”

Long Huaichang was puzzled. “Why was she called in?”

“Tch,” Shi Tian said. “Because she declared her dream was to have three wives and four concubines and become a playgirl.”

Long Huaichang: “???”

This girl had bigger ambitions than him.