“Shi Ning!”
The chill of the lipstick against Qin Heye’s chest ignited a fervent warmth within him, a rush of unexpected sweetness. His formidable self-control fought fiercely against the primal urge to seize Shi Ning, to pull her into his embrace and assert his dominance.
“It’s done.” Shi Ning, completely unaware of the raging battle within him, meticulously completed her task. The final stroke of the lipstick landed near Qin Heye’s “mermaid line,” and her gaze inadvertently dipped lower, encountering a rather intimate sight. Her face instantly flushed crimson! She’d only written a few words; why was he reacting so intensely?It’s too much!
Shi Ning quickly pulled away, her cheeks burning. She saw his abdominal muscles rise and fall with his rapid, heavy breathing, like waves upon a shore. She looked up, a playful smile gracing her lips. “Follow my fingers and read it again.”
Qin Heye lowered his head, his eyes tracing the path of her finger as he read, his voice hoarse, each word a distinct murmur: “Shi Ning likes Qin Heye a little!”
Shi Ning met his gaze. “This is the love letter I wrote to you. Do you like it?”
Qin Heye’s eyes, now gentle and fixated solely on her face, refused to waver. At her words, his ragged breathing hitched for a fleeting second. “I like it!”
Shi Ning said this was the love letter she wrote to him! In that instant, Qin Heye’s entire world narrowed to Shi Ning. There was no room for anything else; even the words themselves held less significance than the profound declaration. At this moment, Qin Heye had made a silent vow: whatever Shi Ning asked of him now, as long as it didn’t involve divorce, he would grant. Not just the land in the west of the city, but all his wealth, every possession, even his very life—all would be hers.
Shi Ning playfully tapped his heart with her finger. “This is to coax you, and a reward for you.”
“Reward me?” Qin Heye’s breath hitched again. He, a man who had never received such simple, childish “rewards,” was utterly taken aback.
Shi Ning smiled and nodded. “Yes, I’ll reward you for saying you’re jealous, so we don’t have any misunderstandings.” She recalled the barrage, the warnings about Qin Heye going “crazy” if he saw the 108 love letters she supposedly wrote to Shen Xizhou. Her strategy was clear: soothe him now, using the very methods suggested by the barrages. And it was working; writing on his body with lipstick was proving incredibly effective, leaving Qin Heye in a pleasant daze.
Qin Heye seemed somewhat bewildered. “Rewards can be like this.” He didn’t need to ace an exam, or win first place, or achieve perfection in everything. Simply admitting jealousy could earn him such a reward. Shi Ning’s words, this small gesture, resonated deeply within him, stirring a profound sense of shock and redemption. She was the white moonlight he had secretly adored for ten long years. Everything about her was worth it.
Shi Ning looked at him with a gentle smile. “So, in the future, you should actively speak your mind. If you’re jealous or there’s a misunderstanding, you must say it.” As she spoke, her index finger traced the two words on his abdominal muscles. “I hope that one day, the word ‘like’ can be written as ‘love,’ and I also hope to turn ‘a little’ into ‘very much love.'”
Shi Ning loves Qin Heye. Shi Ning loves Qin Heye very much. Qin Heye silently repeated the phrases in his mind, his chest heaving with a suppressed emotion. He yearned for that day. Yet, a dark, possessive current, like a swirling shadow, surged through him. She had given him this chance! From now on, she would never leave his side. Even in death, she would be his, Qin Heye’s, ghost! Qin Heye masked the intensity in his eyes and responded softly, “Okay.”
For a fleeting moment, Shi Ning sensed a dangerous aura emanating from Qin Heye. She glanced up, but saw nothing amiss. Trusting that Qin Heye would not harm her, she dismissed the fleeting sensation. Shi Ning’s fingers hooked downwards from his mermaid line, lightly catching the waistband of his trousers. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling. “Let’s do something bad.”
Qin Heye’s breathing hitched, becoming rapid, his voice rough with suppressed desire. “What bad things?” He had just managed to rein in his fury, but Shi Ning’s words ignited it anew, a wildfire spreading across dry plains.
Shi Ning stood on tiptoes, intending to whisper her plan to Qin Heye, but she wasn’t quite tall enough. Qin Heye, obliging, naturally bent down, bringing his ear close to her lips. No longer needing to stretch, Shi Ning began to softly recount her “bad” plan into his ear. The more she spoke, the less angry Qin Heye became. So, it was this kind of “bad thing.” He had clearly misunderstood.
[Ahhh! The vicious female supporting role is too good, isn’t she? She wrote love letters on his body with lipstick, and extinguished the villain’s raging anger, leaving only lust.]
[The 108 love letters of the female supporting role are very few. The villain Qin wrote a diary of secret love for ten years in the attic. Ten years, I don’t know how many sad and sweet secret love letters he wrote.]
Shi Ning raised an eyebrow, a flicker of surprise in her expression. “Qin Heye also wrote a diary of secret love for her?” I really want to see it!
[This is just a small reward. The villain said he was jealous, so he can get a reward! The villain was hooked and stunned, and the corners of his lips were hooked like a Nike logo.]
[I said it wrong, it was the villain who was teased, it was very big! Super big!]
[The female supporting role pulled the villain and said she wanted to do something bad. Can we see the process of doing this bad thing in detail? I want to see how it’s done!]
**[We asked the female supporting role to stir up trouble! We didn’t ask her to stir up trouble with her husband! Speaking of stirring up trouble, I have **]
[You bunch of yellow girls, can you sit at a separate table? This is the channel for our male and female protagonists. The vicious female protagonist is still right?]
[…]
The barrage descended into an argument, with the female protagonist’s fans heavily criticizing Shi Ning. Shi Ning, protecting her “fragile heart,” blocked all comments that were not helpful, as she was prone to getting upset and crying when scolded.
Downstairs, in the garden, Shi Qingyin and Shen Xizhou were deep in conversation. Shi Qingyin handed a love letter to Shen Xizhou. “This is the love letter my sister wrote to you before. I found it when I was cleaning up just now. My sister really loves you.” She continued, her voice laced with feigned concern, “Even if she marries Mr. Qin, the person she loves is still you.”
Shen Xizhou took the letter. It was addressed to him, adorned with a large, childish heart—a very cute, simple drawing of a girl. “I remember throwing the love letter away,” he mused, unable to recall when Shi Ning had ever written him such a letter. He knew that when she had given him letters, he’d always tossed them without opening.
Shi Qingyin pressed on, “Sister picked it up again, so Brother Xizhou should go and coax sister.”
Shen Xizhou toyed with the letter, the heavy ache in his heart instantly replaced by a sense of ease. He stated confidently, “As long as I appear in front of her, I don’t need to say anything or coax her, she will be willing to revolve around me.” He believed Shi Ning was so devoted she would treasure a love letter he’d discarded. Once she came to terms with having slept with Qin Heye and no longer being “pure,” she would consider it a great blessing that he still wanted her. She would then humble herself even further, loving him more profoundly and sacrificing everything for him.