Chapter 26: Being Bitten on the Chest by a Love Rival
Scenic Hotel, Room.
Dawn’s faint light crept in, but Lu Qingqi jolted awake, a sharp hunger gnawing at her. Rolling over, her fingertips brushed something soft, warm, and full.
“Hmm?” she groaned, groggy, instinctively pinching it.
A shock like electricity surged through her, snapping her awake. She bolted upright, eyes wide. Her loose pajamas revealed two soft, pale curves swaying with her breath—utterly unmasculine.
What the hell?
When did these appear?
Why am I a girl again?
She touched them again, the warmth and softness undeniable, rising and falling with her breath. Memories flooded back: last night’s attempt to use [Gender Swap] on Liu Wangjiang, only for it to backfire. Then, overwhelming hunger, fainting…
Her stomach growled loudly, the hunger returning like a void consuming her insides. Why am I so starving? I eat three meals a day!
Her gaze drifted to Liu Wangjiang, still asleep, facing her. His long lashes cast shadows, his breathing steady. In the dim light, she studied his face, a reluctant admission forming: He’s… handsome. Not rugged, but elegant, refined—like a nobleman. High nose, sharp lips, perfect jawline. Those deep purple eyes, closed now, had drawn countless girls in high school.
Back when they were desk mates, before their falling-out, girls stuffed love letters, drinks, and Valentine’s chocolates into Wangjiang’s desk. He returned the letters and passed the gifts to Lu Qingqi, brushing off romance with, “Haven’t met the right one.”
Right one, my ass, she thought, smirking. He’s a sadist, chasing a masochist. Good luck with that. Destined to be single forever, you girlfriend-stealing jerk.
Gloating, she hovered her fingers over his cheek, itching to poke his smug face. But before she could, he stirred.
A strong grip seized her wrist, and the world spun. She was yanked into a warm embrace, crashing against his firm chest. His masculine scent filled her nose as he buried his face in her chest, nuzzling like a cat drunk on mint.
Her body locked up, cheeks burning. His hair tickled her skin through the thin pajamas, his warmth searing. “Get… off,” she whispered, voice faint, pushing weakly at his chest, terrified of waking him. If he sees me like this, knows I switched genders… I’d die of shame.
Killing him might be the only way to keep her secret.
She endured, letting him nuzzle. His arms relaxed, and she sighed, thinking he’d let go. Then, a sharp sting hit her chest—a tingling that blanked her mind. Instinct took over. She slapped him hard.
Crack!
The sound shattered the silence.
Using his pause, she scrambled free, bolting to the bathroom and locking it with a bang.
On the bed, Wangjiang’s head snapped to the side, cheek stinging. He blinked, sleep shattered, sitting up in confusion. Touching the red mark, he muttered, What happened?
His anxiety-fueled insomnia, worsened by his plan to transform Lu Qingqi, often required heavy doses of sleeping pills. But last night, with his “desired object” nearby, he’d slept deeply, dreaming vividly. In it, Lu Qingqi was a compliant girl. He’d caressed her chest, kissed it, bitten it—the sensations so real…
Wait. Real?
His face froze. Had he acted out his dream on Lu Qingqi? The slap mark burned, a silent accusation.
His purple eyes darkened, flicking to the bathroom door. If Qiqi realizes my plan, she’ll run. She won’t cooperate. The plan will unravel.
His gaze turned dangerous. If she tries to escape, I’ll knock her out, tie her up, lock her at home, and get her to the operating table.
A naughty Qiqi isn’t a good Qiqi. Only a female Qiqi is my Qiqi.