Feng Ling raised her head in astonishment, but all she saw was Bai Weiwei’s frosty expression, completely without a trace of emotion.
Bai Weiwei frowned impatiently. “Zhen is leaving.”
Saying this, she unhesitantly turned to leave.
The system reminded her: “The favorability, ah.”
Bai Weiwei, losing all hope for life: “No good, I’m just not ready yet. When I think about how this woman lusts for me, I wish she could just go bye-bye.”
System: “…‘lusts?’”
Bai Weiwei said forlornly, “I really am just too beautiful. Let me struggle for a bit, keep my morals for a bit longer.”
System: “…morals?”
Bai Weiwei hadn’t walked two steps before she heard the sound of hurried footsteps behind her, and two hands wrapped around her waist.
She nearly moved instinctively to turn around and kick Feng Ling away.
The system shouted: “Falling face first, ah!”
If this kick landed, getting a favorability of 80 will become hell.
Bai Weiwei stiffly halted her movements. She staggered back two steps, and a soft body fell into her arms.
Bai Weiwei’s nose was filled with a woman’s fragrance, and in her embrace was a woman’s warm body.
She froze up, her mind going somewhat blank.
Feng Ling hugged her, a hint of agonizing struggle flickering in her eyes. “Now that I’m here, don’t you have anything to say? For how much longer are you going to have a grudge against me?”
Bai Weiwei felt goosebumps break out.
She didn’t clearly hear what Feng Ling had said. She really couldn’t accept women.
If she took a sexual orientation test, she would be the legendary straight-as-a-steel-rod woman.
Feng Ling’s voice suddenly took on a tone of complaint. “Are you still blaming me for having people assassinate you?”
Bai Weiwei gritted her teeth. She wanted to shove her away.
Feng Ling remembered her purpose. The country had been taken away by Bai Weiwei. Even if she had to sacrifice herself, she wanted to return to the throne.
Even if she had to pay with her body, it didn’t matter.
She suddenly laughed sorrowfully. “I really hate you, Bai Weiwei. You’ve stolen my heart, but you won’t even spare me a glance.”
Bai Weiwei: I keep getting the feeling that these lines and tricks are a bit familiar.
Feng Ling released her. Her eyes contained tears, and her expression was filled with sorrow.
She suddenly shed her clothes. Under the dazzling light, her body was as beautiful as jade.
“I was wrong. If I had accepted you at that time, then right now one of us would be the Protector General, and the other would be the beloved empress.”
As she spoke, Feng Ling cast all her shed clothing at her feet.
Her tears fell, and her voice was choked. “Weiwei, do you still want me? This person who rejected you, wanted to kill you, but regretted it and wanted to return to your side?”
For a moment, Bai Weiwei was speechless. She said to the system: “F*ck, this woman doesn’t want to capture me, does she? Isn’t this the acting-pitiful-and-miserable routine that I’ve been using?”
System: “You can put up with it? Hate her to death, ah.”
Bai Weiwei’s dramatic spirit smoldered.
She silently shut her eyes and clenched her fingers. Her body collapsed, and even her shoulders were shaking.
Feng Ling looked at her with teary eyes, a bit of joy flashing amongst the moroseness.
As expected, she still cared about her.
As long as she became empress consort, she could snatch back this world.
“Weiwei, do you want me? You can kill me or drive me away. Please fulfill my wish.”
Bai Weiwei finally opened her eyes. All sorts of complex emotions flickered within.
Entanglement, love, guilt, the cowardly evasion of wanting to hate but being unable to.
A simple look quelled all of Feng Ling’s filthy thoughts and even made Feng Ling somewhat sad.
It turned out, she still loved her.
Bai Weiwei slowly approached her and picked up the clothes on the ground, one by one.