Transmigrated into a Historical GL Novel as the Scumbag Heroine - Chapter 22

Qiu Luo was speechless.

What was the problem?

She couldn’t quite say. Something just… didn’t feel right.

But what exactly felt off? She still couldn’t tell.

Maybe it was the fact that what started as a simple cooperation agreement—an engagement in name only, with a clean break after six months—had somehow escalated into an actual marriage… with even more partnership to follow.

All of it had gone far beyond what she originally signed up for.

Especially since the other party was the very woman who had once—on a certain unforgettable night—completely unraveled her.

How could she not overthink it?

Cheng Yu looked at her calmly. “Sorry. I was forcing something on you. I’ll explain things to my mother—you don’t need to worry about it.”

“Cheng Yu… that’s not what I meant. I’ll face your mother with you.”

Qiu Luo met Cheng Yu’s somewhat cool gaze with nervous seriousness.

For some reason, she felt tense, sitting up straighter without realizing it.

She didn’t actually mind playing along with Cheng Yu—not at all. In fact, if things turned real, she wouldn’t object.

Of course, that wasn’t something she could decide on her own. It depended on what the other person wanted.

But… did Cheng Yu want that?

She had no idea. And even worse—she didn’t know how to ask.

Cheng Yu gazed at her steadily, her eyes rippling slightly with emotion before she finally said only two words:

“…Thank you.”

As noon approached, Qiu Luo was just about to say her goodbyes when it began to snow outside.

Madam Cheng had the maid bring in a plate of neatly sliced watermelon, along with a wave of praise—how the seedless melons would surely sell well in the market.

Snow fell thick and fast outside the window, while the brazier warmed the quiet room. The two of them sat side by side, silently eating watermelon.

Cheng Yu hadn’t said a word since that soft “thank you,” quietly reading a book. She picked up a slice of melon, took a bite, and praised it sincerely:

“This tastes excellent. Very convenient to eat. I don’t think you’ll have trouble selling them.”

Qiu Luo smiled modestly.

“Just lucky, really. I didn’t expect it to work out this well.”

(Of course she expected it to work. This little challenge? Barely a warm-up.)

Cheng Yu let out a quiet laugh and glanced toward the snow-filled courtyard.

“It’s coming down harder. The road may be difficult. If it keeps snowing, you might not be able to leave today.”

Not able to leave today?

Qiu Luo’s heart skipped. Does that mean… I’m staying overnight?

With Cheng Yu?

Sleeping together again?

Heaven help her. Was this another test of willpower? She wasn’t sure she could pass.

Noticing her silence, Cheng Yu’s eyes flickered.

“If you don’t want to stay, it’s best to leave now. Once the snow piles up, the roads will only get worse.”

Qiu Luo blurted out, “I want to stay.”

She was willing. What’s the big deal about sleeping next to the heroine again? They were both women…

…Right. Both women…

Her thoughts scrambled, and she glanced across the table. Cheng Yu’s eyes were clear, the corners of her lips just barely curved—as if something had quietly amused her.

Qiu Luo’s heart thumped. Words bubbled up to her lips before she could stop them.

“Cheng Yu, tonight… are we…”

“Hmm? Are we what tonight?”

Taking a deep breath, Qiu Luo forged ahead.

“Are we… sleeping together?”

Cheng Yu answered with a faint smile:

“After last time, the side room has been kept ready. No need to worry—we’ll sleep separately tonight.”

Qiu Luo listened quietly, feeling… strangely conflicted.

Sleeping in separate rooms. That was something married couples said.

Also—what did she mean by “no need to worry”? She wasn’t worried! Why did it sound like she was desperate to share a bed?

She wasn’t! At all!

Qiu Luo fumed silently, then frowned slightly and said—perhaps against her better judgment—

“No need for all that trouble. We can just sleep together. I mean—uh—not like that. I just mean… we don’t need to be so formal. We’re not strangers…”

Okay, she needed to stop talking.

Her mouth was clearly broken.

The more she explained, the messier it got. Total disaster.

Cheng Yu looked at her slightly aggrieved expression, lips curving into a smile.

“Alright. Let’s sleep together.”

Her tone was light, but there was a trace of indulgence in her voice.

Qiu Luo’s heart skipped again. A fuzzy thought surfaced—Could the heroine actually… like her?

It was just—Cheng Yu didn’t seem very bound by gender when it came to relationships…

But then, looking at her composed and serene expression, Qiu Luo wasn’t so sure. Sometimes she felt like she was reading too much into things… yet in other moments, Cheng Yu’s words really did seem to carry hidden meanings.

Seeing her dazed, Cheng Yu smiled again.

“What? Regretting it already?”

Qiu Luo shook her head slowly. No regret. Just confusion.

Did the heroine mean anything by this?

Forget it. Whatever happens, happens.

With zero romantic experience and a tendency to mentally check out when it came to love, Qiu Luo decided to give up guessing.

Let the chips fall where they may.

But Cheng Yu didn’t seem ready to let her off the hook.

That night, the snowstorm raged outside. The room was a little warmer—but still not cozy.

Qiu Luo had just climbed into bed when she saw Cheng Yu, standing by the bed, calmly undressing layer by layer—completely unbothered by her presence.

In contrast, Qiu Luo was still in her thick winter undergarments. It was the dead of winter, after all—the blankets were freezing.

“You’re… not cold?”

Unable to suppress her nerves, Qiu Luo finally asked.

Cheng Yu gave her a deep look.

“I don’t like sleeping in too many layers. It’s more comfortable this way.”

Qiu Luo blinked a few times—and chose silence.

Then Cheng Yu blew out the lamp and, without hesitation, lifted the edge of her blanket.

Qiu Luo instinctively caught her by the wrist. Under the moonlight, their eyes locked.

Something unspeakable stirred between them—slow, heavy, and unspoken.

Neither broke the silence. Their breaths slowed, their hearts pounded.

Outside, the wind howled against the window, humming low like a distant drumbeat.

Finally, Qiu Luo exhaled, “Cheng Yu, what… are you trying to do?”

She had to mean something by this, right?

There was no way anyone lifted someone else’s blanket in the middle of the night just to… look around. She wasn’t an idiot.

In the moonlit room, Cheng Yu hesitated for a moment, then smiled softly.

“It’s cold. I was hoping you’d warm my hands.”

Qiu Luo: “…”

What kind of flimsy excuse is that?

Did Cheng Yu really expect her to buy that?

Qiu Luo sighed, released her wrist, and took her hand instead—pulling it under the blanket.

“I told you you’d be cold,” she said, trying not to sound too smug. “Wearing so little in winter… come here, I’ll warm you up.”

Cheng Yu’s lips curved as she placed both hands into the warmth.

“Qiu Luo, you’re so kind. Why don’t we just sleep together? I’m still cold. And we’re both women—it’s fine, right?”

Qiu Luo: !!!

It is not fine.

It is so not fine.

Sure, they were both women—but they also did that on Mid-Autumn Festival night! How could it not be a big deal?