Transmigrating into the Rival's Fanfiction - Chapter 27

“Did you hear? The System said negative points will be reset!” Sheng Mingluo pressed her finger against Qin Zhi’s thin lips. She had already gotten off Qin Zhi but still pinned her against the door of her hotel room.

Her eyes were sultry, the corners slightly flushed, and she gripped Qin Zhi’s hand to prevent her from leaving.

“This time… you still can’t?”

“Teacher Qin.”

Sheng Mingluo’s mind was flooded with scenes from the story. Her mouth felt dry, and a heat began to rise within her.

“If we keep going like this, we might never get back.”

A hint of disappointment crept in. Sheng Mingluo realized she had read too much fanfiction, even harboring a secret hope that Qin Zhi, this cold, wooden woman, might actually do something to her.

Watching Qin Zhi lower her head, silently enduring, Sheng Mingluo sighed inwardly. She knew this time would likely be no different from the last. Even with her drunken boldness, Qin Zhi remained unmoved.

Qin Zhi withdrew her fingers from Sheng Mingluo’s body. Sheng Mingluo squatted down, yanked off her high heels, and tossed them aside, drunkenly intending to collapse back onto the hotel’s king-sized bed.

But as soon as she squatted, Qin Zhi followed suit, her dark eyes fixed on Sheng Mingluo’s wine-flushed gaze. She gripped Sheng Mingluo’s shoulders, straightening her posture.

“Who… said I couldn’t?”

Qin Zhi’s fingertips lightly tapped Sheng Mingluo’s shoulders before she leaned in for a kiss. Her soft lips pressed against Sheng Mingluo’s, catching her completely off guard. Sheng Mingluo stumbled backward and landed hard on her backside.

The cool floor seeped through her clothes, sending a chill up her spine.

But Qin Zhi had no intention of letting her off so easily. She leaned over, pinning Sheng Mingluo to the floor.

Her lips were crushed, the air gradually squeezed out of her lungs, and Sheng Mingluo’s consciousness began to blur.

“Really… here?” she gasped, her lashes damp, her swollen lips reddened.

“Why not?” Qin Zhi’s restraint was crumbling. She lowered her head to Sheng Mingluo’s neck, inhaling deeply as if catching a whiff of the cotton scent from her childhood dolls—a scent that filled her with a sense of blissful nostalgia.

Her teeth nipped at Sheng Mingluo’s earlobe.

When Sheng Mingluo woke up the next morning, her entire body ached. She reached up to brush her long hair away from her forehead, finally freeing her vision from the tangled strands.

The hotel’s white walls made her dizzy. Sheng Mingluo felt sticky all over, as if she had broken into a heavy sweat.

Her legs felt weak as she instinctively reached for her phone, a habit she barely registered. Still groggy, she assumed she was just tired from filming.

After particularly strenuous action scenes or fight sequences, she often woke up feeling like her body was falling apart, her hands groping blindly until they brushed against something smooth and pale. Sheng Mingluo’s movements froze.

Slowly turning her head, the memories of the previous night flooded her mind like a tidal wave, the mere recollection making her face burn crimson.

Biting her fingernail, Sheng Mingluo buried her face in the white sheets, pretending to be asleep.

Unexpectedly, Qin Zhi suddenly opened her eyes. Most of her arm lay exposed, and a hint of apology flickered across her face as she murmured in a low, husky voice, “I’m sorry… I lost control last night. Did I hurt you?”

Dark circles shadowed Qin Zhi’s eyes, evidence of a sleepless night. Sheng Mingluo bit her lip shyly and shook her head.

“No… Teacher Qin, you’re very gentle.”

She blinked, burrowing deeper into the covers.

I’ll take a nap first, then get up to shower.

“Teacher Qin, wake me when it’s time. I’m going to sleep for a bit,” she said softly. She wasn’t particularly bothered by what had happened; if she wanted to go back, it would require mutual consent.

“Mm.”

Remembering how much she had drunk the night before, despite her clearly low alcohol tolerance, and how he had kept her up until late, Qin Zhi rose carefully, lifting the corner of the blanket just enough to slip his feet into his slippers.

After washing up, Qin Zhi asked his assistant to bring up some honey water.

She was fine now—the dizziness had subsided—but Sheng Mingluo was clearly still feeling the aftereffects.

Upon receiving the order, Fang Qing hurried out to buy honey water. As she watched the shopkeeper pack it up, she suddenly remembered… I was so unprofessional last night! I should have prepared a box for the boss, no matter what!

She rushed back and bought two or three more boxes, planning to deliver them all to Qin Zhi later. It was a belated attempt at amends, but at least it showed she wasn’t completely negligent.

“Boss, I’m here!”

A knock sounded at the door. Qin Zhi, wearing the hotel bathrobe, opened it.

Fang Qing stood there, bundled up tightly, holding a bag that she handed over.

Qin Zhi glanced at the contents of the bag and fell silent for a moment, but she didn’t say anything, tacitly accepting it.

“Boss… you need to pace yourself,” Fang Qing said with a fawning smile, pointing to the hickeys on Qin Zhi’s neck. Qin Zhi’s bathrobe was loosely tied, revealing a clear view of the skin stretching from her collarbone to her chest, but she didn’t seem to mind.

“Just focus on concealing them later. It should cover them up.”

“Go next door and get Mingluo’s clothes. Here’s her room key.”

Sheng Mingluo hadn’t returned to her own hotel room the previous night, so the key was still in Qin Zhi’s possession. Qin Zhi handed the key to Fang Qing, then turned to open the honey water, intending to have Sheng Mingluo drink it first.

“Oh, okay.”

Fang Qing blinked, her expression suggesting she understood the situation perfectly.

A private moment for the two of them? I get it.

She swiftly went next door, closing the door behind her with lightning speed, disappearing from sight.

“Drink this.”

Qin Zhi sat on the edge of the bed with the honey water. She had slightly opened the hotel curtains, letting sunlight stream into the room. Sheng Mingluo remained half-asleep, half-awake.

Though she didn’t want to get up, Sheng Mingluo knew she couldn’t sleep in for long. The film crew would be heading up the mountain later that afternoon.

Climbing out of bed, she still clutched the blanket around her. Despite having been completely vulnerable with Qin Zhi, she still felt a little shy, unable to even look at the marks on her body.

“Teacher Qin, aren’t you going to drink?”

A sweet, honeyed drink was pressed to her lips. Sheng Mingluo took small sips, pausing to ask the question.

“My alcohol tolerance isn’t as low as yours. If you really can’t finish it, just pour it into my cup.”

“But remember to be sneaky about it.”

“If we get caught, I can’t help you.”

Knowing she was just teasing, Sheng Mingluo obediently finished the honey water. Qin Zhi handed her a tissue to wipe her mouth.

“I brought your clothes over.”

“Thank you, Teacher Qin.”

A faint air of detachment still lingered between them, but they were now much more familiar. At least Qin Zhi wouldn’t make such jokes with just anyone.

Maybe I am a little different to her, Sheng Mingluo thought.

Turning on the shower, she let her mind wander until the hot water enveloped her, washing away all traces of the night.