Villainous Poor Student (20)
Song Xuyi didn’t understand how things had escalated to this point.
The taste of slightly intoxicating green plum wine lingered between her lips, encircled by the familiar scent of He Siyu. The warmth from He Siyu’s body, transmitted through the thin shirt, seemed to slowly melt Song Xuyi…
The presence of He Siyu was more dominant than ever, and the invading intent in her strong gaze was incredibly alarming.
Song Xuyi felt feverish and weak in her limbs. However, facing He Siyu, with a face so beautiful it made one’s heart tremble and a scent she had long been accustomed to, Song Xuyi, in her daze, found herself unable to muster any will to escape.
Song Xuyi was extremely shy.
She dared not look at He Siyu at this moment, who seemed irresistibly charming and even her breathing carried a hint of sensuality. Holding her breath, she tightly closed her eyes.
However, once her eyes were shut, her sense of touch became even more pronounced. Song Xuyi could distinctly feel He Siyu’s breaths hot and fervent, her lips grazing and lightly pecking at her own…
Once, twice…
This sensation was truly torturous.
“Have you had enough…”
Struggling to break free but unable to, Song Xuyi could only whisper. Her voice carried a whine, so tender it seemed it could drip water: “You’ve already kissed me more than twenty times!”
“Enough?”
Suddenly, a surprised chuckle came from the lips next to hers.
“Silly Xuyi…”
He Siyu suddenly sighed, her voice filled with obvious pleasure and doting, yet it sounded even more husky and low than usual, making Song Xuyi’s bones go soft, her lips pressed even tighter.
However, right after that, Song Xuyi felt a pain in her lower lip, followed by a wet and sticky sensation…
She… actually?!
Poor Song Xuyi widened her eyes in shock and pain, opening her mouth, only for He Siyu, who had been lying in wait, to invade her mouth in the next moment…
Song Xuyi felt dazed and couldn’t describe her feelings:
She felt like she was being tossed about by the waves, her breaths mingling. It was only in this daze that Song Xuyi faintly understood the reason behind He Siyu’s mockery:
In that moment, she finally understood: kissing…was not just about touching lips…
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Despite never having been in love, He Siyu seemed naturally adept at kissing, leaving the unfortunate Song Xuyi utterly defeated and limp, her mind a complete mush. She desperately wanted to faint, yet it seemed He Siyu could read Song Xuyi’s mind, always pulling back just as Song Xuyi struggled for breath, only to return with another kiss just when Song Xuyi thought it was over…
Song Xuyi had no idea how much time had passed before one of them finally succumbed to sleep.
However, it wasn’t Song Xuyi.
He Siyu chuckled softly as she pecked Song Xuyi’s cheek, her laughter almost making Song Xuyi want to explode on the spot. Satisfied, she hugged Song Xuyi’s neck and closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep…
Song Xuyi struggled slightly, but the sleeping He Siyu seemed to frown, and Song Xuyi dared not move anymore. She lay looking up at the sky, breathing softly, afraid to breathe too heavily lest she wake He Siyu again.
Her lips hurt a bit, likely to swell up by tomorrow, and her heartbeat was still racing, taking quite a while to calm down…
Thinking back on the night’s events, Song Xuyi almost wanted to cry—
How did it end up like this?
He Siyu said she liked her.
And then she kissed her…
Reflecting on all the experiences with He Siyu since they met, Song Xuyi found it hard to believe that He Siyu harbored such feelings towards her, feeling utterly panicked and unsure how to face He Siyu.
The system, noticing Song Xuyi’s pitiful state after being bullied, emerged from her mind and sighed, “I’ve always felt that He Siyu was up to no good, but I didn’t expect her to actually force you.”
Song Xuyi’s eyes flickered, and she lightly opened her lips to speak, “Actually, calling it a forced kiss might not be accurate because it seemed like I didn’t even try to avoid it…”
“That’s because she precisely exploited your pity for her to confuse you!” the system’s voice rose, sounding heartbroken, “Don’t forget the rule for taskers; you’re not allowed to fall in love!”
Song Xuyi lowered her head and said no more.
She wasn’t actually afraid of the so-called rules for Taskers, because the Main God seemed unreliable. However, Song Xuyi couldn’t help but think about her identity as a Tasker.
—What exactly is this small world?
Is the He Siyu in front of me truly a person, or just a collection of cold data?
……
Even though my memory of the most important person is erased in every world, would those memories return after leaving the small world?
At that time, how will I deal with myself?
Song Xuyi was well aware of her own nature: once she set her sights on a goal, she would devote herself entirely to it. This was true for her ambitions, and the same went for love…
Should she truly end up together with He Siyu, He Siyu would merely be a passerby in the vast sea of people in her life. In the end, recalling all of this, how despairing would she feel…
The warmth on her cheeks gradually cooled. Song Xuyi closed her eyes, gently pushed He Siyu away, and went to her room to start packing:
There were simply too many obstacles between her and He Siyu.
Her feelings were not something the current her could afford to bear.
It’s better to let He Siyu cool down a bit!
Perhaps He Siyu’s fondness for her stemmed from limited interactions with others, but once they parted ways and she had time to cool down, she might let go of these feelings.
Song Xuyi wasn’t worried about He Siyu not being able to move on: she remembered that back in high school, He Siyu seemed to have experienced a heartbreak once but quickly recovered…
This time, being older, He Siyu likely wouldn’t be as hurt.
Song Xuyi fled.
She bought a ticket to a central city overnight, leaving alone and hastily heading to the local branch office.
During a short nap on the plane, Song Xuyi had a dream.
In the dream, Song Xuyi hid in a corner, watching a woman whose face she couldn’t see clearly. Even though she couldn’t make out the woman’s features, Song Xuyi knew that this woman was exceptionally outstanding.
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It seemed that in the dream, Song Xuyi had encountered this woman many times by chance.
……
Was this her actual memory, or just a common dream?
However, after that, Song Xuyi had no energy left to dwell on the issue any longer. When she woke up, she was tormented by a splitting headache. Now was a cold period, and after leaving the airport without an umbrella and getting drenched in the rain, she developed a high fever the next day…
Song Xuyi hadn’t informed anyone but the local branch office about her business trip.
She hadn’t expected to fall ill.
She lay in the hotel, drifting in and out of sleep for two days, subsisting on takeout delivered by the local employees. However, her palate had been spoiled by He Siyu’s exquisite culinary skills. Eating this takeout, she felt as if she was chewing wax, her thoughts involuntarily drifting to He Siyu—the sincere and joyful expression when she kissed her, the meticulous care she showed in looking after her…
She should have realized it earlier; if it wasn’t for affection, who would look after someone so thoroughly, paying attention to their every preference?
……
“Xuyi, you look in bad shape!”
On the third day, Song Xuyi was woken up by the anxious voice of the system.
Song Xuyi also sensed something was wrong: feeling heavy-headed, light-footed, a bitter taste in her mouth, and a headache that seemed about to explode—
There was a knock at the door, Song Xuyi struggled to stand up, shuffling over in her slippers to open the door, barely got up, yet felt the world spinning—
When Song Xuyi woke up, it was already evening.
Song Xuyi has now been admitted to the hospital, currently receiving an IV drip. She feels as though she has battled through a great war, her body sticky with sweat, yet feeling much more comfortable.
Sitting in front of her hospital bed is a person. Upon recognizing the ice-cold faced He Siyu, Song Xuyi feels her mood plummet.
—He Siyu is the last person she wants to see at the moment.
However, He Siyu doesn’t look at Song Xuyi.
With pursed lips, she places a pillow under Song Xuyi’s waist and begins to feed her porridge from a bowl nearby…
The porridge tasted soft and fragrantly sticky, clearly just made by He Siyu. Song Xuyi sneaked a glance and saw the dark circles under He Siyu’s eyes, feeling guilty, lowering her gaze. A sudden discomfort took over her heart—
Originally, the two were the closest partners, but now an awkward and stiff atmosphere pervaded between them, making their interaction even less pleasant than with strangers…
After finishing the porridge, the IV drip for Song Xuyi was nearly done too. A nurse came to remove the needle and then took out a mercury thermometer to measure Song Xuyi’s temperature, meanwhile, couldn’t help but exclaim, “How could you wait until your fever reached over 40 degrees to come to the hospital? You’re lucky your friend brought you here; otherwise, you might’ve ended up delirious on your own…”
“Your friend was almost crying when she brought you in—”
Song Xuyi glanced at He Siyu: He Siyu silently opened her laptop, still not looking at Song Xuyi.
Song Xuyi’s fever had subsided.
The nurse told Song Xuyi to observe her condition overnight, and if there were no issues, she could be discharged the following morning.
After the nurse left, the quietude enveloped the ward once more.
He Siyu sat on the next bed, opening CAD to begin drafting the components needed for research and development…
For a while, the only sound in the ward was that of He Siyu tapping away at the keyboard.
……
Song Xuyi lay on the bed, pressing her lips together, feeling that the deadlock between them could not continue. She was the first to break the silence.
“Si… Siyu, how did you get here?”
“I came to see you,” He Siyu stopped typing, but her eyes were still on the screen.
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“I’m sorry,” Song Xuyi exhaled deeply and lowered her head. “I just couldn’t face the changes between us and needed some time to cool off…”
“Siyu, I think you might have mistaken familiar affection for romantic love because you haven’t met many people. Let’s pretend nothing happened that night. Perhaps you should try meeting more people…”
After a long silence, He Siyu finally spoke in a soft voice, her voice deep and husky. “That night, I had been drinking, so I did something irrational,” she said after a while.
Song Xuyi breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that He Siyu was ready to step down on this pretext. Unexpectedly, she saw He Siyu turn her head back, letting out a cold laugh. “You thought I would answer like that, right?”
Song Xuyi’s eyes widened; not just because of what He Siyu said, but also because of her current state—He Siyu was crying.
He Siyu’s beautiful face was pale as snow, her eyes rimmed red. Though her eyes were brimming with tears, she still forced a smile at herself, looking both desperate and tragically beautiful…
Seeing He Siyu’s mournful beauty, Song Xuyi felt an overwhelming sense of tenderness and even wanted to slap herself – she had actually made He Siyu shed tears over her!
“Song Xuyi, do you even have a heart?”
He Siyu looked at Song Xuyi, closed her eyes momentarily, and laughed at herself mockingly: “Since high school, I’ve often dreamt of kissing you, and even doing more outrageous things to you. Do you think I saw you as a sister?”
“Song Xuyi,” the despair in He Siyu’s eyes faded slowly, for the first time, she didn’t hide the dark stubbornness in her gaze: “I can agree to anything else you ask of me—”
“But… no one can persuade me to give up liking you, not even you!”
The author has something to say:
Hehehehe.
It looks like this story is coming to an end soon!
Next up, a story about a prince in disguise.
As for the next couple pairing, it’s tentatively set as the cunning Black Lotus Master Shizun and her innocent disciple Xuyi (I want to let Jinjiang’s Shizun rise to power this time!)
The Yandere substitute villain * Xuyi, who enjoys life as a salted fish.
The powerful and influential eunuch * the mascot little princess Xuyi;
The righteous heroine Xuyi * the two-faced leader of the demonic cult.
The obsessed actor in troubled times * the innocent daughter of the military governor’s family (set in an imaginary Republic of China era)
…
Which one would you like to see?
Or if you have any creative ideas you’d like me to write about, you can also tell me in the comments section.
LP: Re-translated on March 23, 2024
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Serve you right, Xi Yi😃
p.s. Thinking about disgusting people who was waiting for her to grow up.