Quick Transmigration: The Villainous Female Supporting Character Became the Male Lead's Beloved

Chapter 231 The Infamous Young Lady 19

The clash of warmth and coldness, the soft lips biting each other—it was clearly an ambiguous affair, yet Bai Guanqing made it seem like a tit-for-tat confrontation.

Her once cherry-pink lips were now shimmering and blood-red from being crushed. Ni Qing only returned the kiss symbolically before finding herself in a passive position.

The thin air was becoming increasingly scarce, and the extreme lack of oxygen caused her face to flush red.

She pushed him with all her might, but to no avail. In a daze, she grasped at that fleeting moment that something was wrong. According to the original plot, she would have been slit at this point for taking advantage of the male lead.

How come she's the one being taken advantage of now?

Besides, Bai Guanqing's kissing skills are really bad!

Her lips were cut in countless places, and the dense stinging sensation and the bloody taste in her mouth made her feel dizzy.

The cool fragrance wafting from his breath was like aged wine, making her dizzy. She used all her strength to push him away in one go.

Ni Qing's hair was disheveled, and her eyes still held a clear, bewildered look.

After a long pause, she finally regained her composure, her beautiful, alluring eyes filled with mockery as she retorted sarcastically, "Oh? Didn't you refuse?"

She seemed to be used to men like him who said one thing but meant another, her tone light and seemingly unmoved.

Bai Guanqing looked down at her, his lowered eyelashes fluttering gently: "As long as it doesn't involve the interests of either party."

Ni Qing propped her head up, not even bothering to tidy her messy black hair: "Are you trying to negotiate with me?"

The young man in black frowned.

"What kind of benefits are you talking about? For example, General He's mansion? For example... He Yingyue?" She straightened up and slowly sat up, observing the other person's expression without making a sound.

Unfortunately, apart from a slight tremor in his eyes upon hearing the name General He, the other party seemed to show little interest in the female lead.

No wonder, the female lead's relationship with the male lead is still immature.

She had to attend the palace hunting party in a few days, and didn't want to be overwhelmed, so she said calmly, "Go down. No one is allowed to enter without my permission."

My previous infatuation and affection for him were like a fleeting performance, leaving only a cold indifference.

Bai Guanqing paused for a moment, the gloom and surging ferocity in his eyes like the prelude to an impending storm. His pale lips were pressed down casually, and it was unclear what he was thinking.

Ni Qing didn't hear a response for a long time, and looked up with some displeasure, meeting his staring gaze.

Before their eyes met, he had already concealed his emotions. He simply stared at her, a slow smile playing on his lips, his voice as cold and meaningful as ever: "Yes, sir."

Seeing him leave obediently, Ni Qing finally breathed a sigh of relief, and her tense and stiff body relaxed slightly.

The male lead's confrontation with her creates a strong sense of pressure.

After being provoked and openly and subtly humiliated by her, he probably wouldn't want to see her anytime soon. She, too, began to recharge, her former alcoholism and obsession with men completely gone.

These past few days have been unusually peaceful.

I don't know which night it is.

The colorful sunset slowly disappeared into the horizon, dark blue gradually climbed the sky, and the bright moonlight surrounded a few extremely bright stars. The lush trees of the daytime were now just dark shadows.

A gentle evening breeze blew, leaving only the flickering candlelight in the courtyards, with occasional bursts of laughter of varying sizes coming from the front yard.

In contrast to the bustling front yard, the young lady's backyard was unusually quiet. After washing up, Ni Qing changed into a moon-white nightgown, with intricate yet exquisite gold embroidery swirling on the silk cuffs, simple yet noble.

Some of the damp hair was still dripping water and steaming hot.

She locked the door, extinguished the candle, and leisurely lay down in the soft quilt. Tomorrow was the palace hunting festival; as expected, it wouldn't be peaceful.

As I was thinking, a strong drowsiness came over me, and my eyelids began to droop. Just as I was about to drift off to sleep, a barely perceptible strange noise came from the window.

It was negligible, but enough to bring her to her senses.

In ancient times, in a world where killing was not illegal, one was most likely to lose their life. It was best to avoid even the slightest disturbance; otherwise…

There was no sound from the window anymore, as if the sound she had just heard was just her imagination.

Ni Qing glanced at the conspicuous dagger beside her pillow, pretended to turn over, and slowly moved it under her pillow, gripping the hilt with a slight force.

It's best if she's overthinking it.

Things often don't go as planned, because there were obvious footsteps coming from her room.

Whether the visitor did it intentionally or was careless, Ni Qing leaned more towards the former.

The tall, dark figure looked to be about 1.9 meters tall. Silver moonlight slanted down from the window as he slowly tugged at his cuffs, instantly filling the entire room with the pungent smell of blood.

Bathed in moonlight, their features were obscured.

The man glanced at the soft couch, but the girl seemed oblivious, unaware of the noise he was making, and remained fast asleep.

There were still damp hair stains on the pillow, blurring into a dark patch. Compared to the daytime, Miss Ni looked exceptionally harmless at night.

Her porcelain-white skin and a few strands of ink-black hair created a striking contrast.

He had just killed someone and came over; he didn't believe she couldn't smell the rusty, metallic stench.

Ni Qing's eyelashes trembled slightly. If he made even the slightest move, she would not hesitate to stab him in the neck.

The newcomer hesitated for a moment, then stepped closer to the bed. Ni Qing gripped the dagger tightly, suddenly rolled over, and the dagger, now unsealed, was exceptionally sharp. She ruthlessly aimed for his vital point, her attack decisive and vicious.

But the man was faster than her, as if he had anticipated it, and his well-trained body dodged her attack first.

With ease.

Ni Qing's expression remained unchanged. She then turned to his arm. In the darkness, she couldn't see whether he had actually stabbed her. She lowered her head and glanced at the dagger, where a dark liquid was visible.

Looks like we've hit the mark.

The moment she lowered her head, the other person immediately pressed against her, casually grasping the girl's slender wrist and slowly applying pressure.

The dagger fell to the ground with a clatter.

He effortlessly grasped her hands and pushed her back onto the bed.

The woman is naturally not as strong as the man.

She was about to kick him when she saw him lean down and kiss her lips fiercely.

Ni Qing: "..."

That damn Bai Guanqing is a piece of shit.

If she doesn't realize he's the male lead by now, she'll be hopelessly stupid.

That's right, from the very beginning he never intended to hide his aura.

She jerked away from his kiss again, gritting her teeth as she said, "Who gave you permission to come? Didn't I say you weren't allowed in without my orders?"

Bai Guanqing raised an eyebrow, refusing to respond, and kissed her fair chin with his cold lips, gradually becoming gentler.

It wasn't until the kiss reached her neck that Ni Qing suddenly realized what was happening.