The moment her words fell, a delicate white silk-clad foot lifted high and swept forward, straddling him. Song Qiuyu’s mostly innocent face came crashing into his eyes.
Only now, her expression was full of naïve mischief, her tongue teasingly flicking out halfway to lick her upper lip.
She looked exactly like a Succubus Catgirl ready to tear apart her human toy bone by bone and devour him whole.
“Don’t come closer!!”
Jiang Xiao suddenly remembered his line at the critical moment, hastily pushing her away, clutching his backpack, and sitting on the ground, trembling.
“So Catgirls really exist! What exactly do you Catgirls want to do on Earth?”
Song Qiuyu’s face showed surprise. Jiang Xiao’s reaction wasn’t bad or unnatural, just a little slow on his cue. She decided to keep going.
Once this scene was over, she’d give Jiang Xiao some pointers.
Tilting her head, she slyly raised an eyebrow, then revealed a mischievous grin without hiding it anymore. She no longer crawled but stood up on her feet.
“Catcats want to conquer Earth!”
Hands on her hips, she struck a confident, arrogant pose worthy of a ruler.
“Th-That’s not right, is it?”
Jiang Xiao took the cue.
“The Catcats’ ultimate goal is to dominate the Universe. Taking over Earth is just a small step in the plan. Meow~”
At that, Song Qiuyu bent down again into a crawling pose, swaying her hips as she took catlike steps, shamefully twisting her waist as she closed in on Jiang Xiao.
“Humans, Catcats have their eyes on you. If you’re smart, don’t resist. Catcats will make you happy!” Jiang Xiao’s push was gentle so as not to hurt her, but the distance was so short that she was already back within arm’s reach after two or three steps.
The Opera House was filled with abundant, soft lighting that fell gently on the girl’s face, making her look like a snow lotus blooming in the snow.
That pure and clean aura sharply contrasted with the seductive act she was performing, but it didn’t feel disconnected at all. It was more like a wife—usually so pure and proper—playfully teasing her husband, craving his affection.
The contrast was explosive.
Jiang Xiao’s chest trembled violently; his heart raced so fast he barely caught what she said, staring dumbfounded.
His body had already memorized the lines from previous rehearsals, but his slow-witted brain was selectively out of sync.
“Happiness?”
He unconsciously uttered a line not in the script.
Song Qiuyu froze briefly, then blushed, placing both hands on Jiang Xiao’s bent knees.
Her white hair brushed against his legs as she leaned her smiling face even closer to his.
Song Qiuyu’s conviction was full; her mind replayed the script.
The closeness between them was like standing on the boundary between an icy glacier and a blazing fire—one cold, one hot, leaving no part of her body comfortable.
This distance was just within the intimate boundary that shouldn’t be crossed casually between opposite sexes.
Song Qiuyu’s hot, moist breath was already fanning Jiang Xiao’s face. His eyes widened, clueless about what to do beyond staring.
“Yes, human, it’s about doing things that make us both happy. Catcats will also help you become a true adult.” Song Qiuyu blinked, her voice laced with temptation. She was not angry but delighted at Jiang Xiao’s unscripted addition; she thought the new line was quite good.
So his ‘not-so-smooth’ performance was actually humility.
He was doing pretty well.
Even without her help practicing, filming tomorrow wouldn’t be too difficult.
Sigh, no wonder he’s a top student; why am I, a slacker, worrying about the top student’s stuff? Being over-smart as usual.
Suddenly, she batted her eyelashes at him. Jiang Xiao swallowed hard, feeling uncomfortable all over.
That flutter of eyelashes wasn’t clumsy; in fact, it was extremely practiced. So practiced that he didn’t even try to resist—his mind nearly went blank.
Song Qiuyu had put in a lot of effort.
Only those who’ve painfully practiced fluttering their eyelashes at a backpack would understand how tough it was.
However, although she practiced diligently, Jiang Xiao seemed to have suddenly missed his cue again…
It was already Jiang Xiao’s turn to speak. Why was he still silent?
Had he forgotten his lines at the crucial moment?
Better remind him.
“Jiang Xiao, your line.”
Song Qiuyu whispered softly, not wanting to ruin the delicate atmosphere.
She had a feeling the rest of the script would go very smoothly.
Then they could finish practice early, head back to the dorm, and check on Xie Zhuran and Lin An’s situation.
Hopefully, things were going well for them too.
That said, this script involved five people, with the fifth playing the Biology Professor who explains the dangers of Succubus Catgirls to Xie Zhuran and Jiang Xiao.
That role was played by Sang Tian, and the lines were relatively light…
Honestly, it was a pity they didn’t pair Sang Tian with Jiang Xiao, for the seduction parts…
“Do you know what a kiss feels like?”
Suddenly, Jiang Xiao’s voice dropped without warning.
Song Qiuyu had been distracted, not paying attention, so she froze. Did Jiang Xiao just say something? Was that a line?
Trusting him, she naturally assumed it was part of the script and grinned mischievously again.
“Spring Night is Short, let’s have fun, meow…” Before her meow ended, the two shadows on the stage walls, which had been close, suddenly merged into one.
One shadow wrapped an arm around the other’s slender waist, pressing a face down, instantly closing the intimate distance to less than zero.
Song Qiuyu was stunned and hadn’t reacted when the other’s forceful kiss jolted her awake.
She instinctively tried to break free, stepping back.
Her mind was thunderstruck, buzzing uncontrollably, unable to process the situation. Only one thought emerged: run.
But Jiang Xiao didn’t intend to let her go. Seizing the moment her mouth opened in shock, he kissed her deeply again.
“Mm!”
Song Qiuyu stubbornly stepped backward, fighting with all her might to stand.
Jiang Xiao’s scent of cedar and aggressive masculinity wove an invisible net around her, tightly binding her.
When she backed against the wall, she had trapped herself, the last way out blocked.
“Mm, mm… Jiang Xiao! Don’t…”
Song Qiuyu was nearly suffocating.
Was this even a kiss?
Both were inexperienced in love—though Song Qiuyu was presumably still a virgin—but this was their first kiss and first time being kissed.
Their kissing skills were abysmal, so much so it was no exaggeration to say they didn’t know how to breathe properly.
What’s it like when two people who can’t breathe in a kiss try to kiss deeply? Painful, miserable, teetering on the edge of suffocation.
The danger of suffocation felt like Pandora’s Box opening inside Song Qiuyu, her entire being drifting between life and death, a flickering candle in the wind, swayed by the other’s control.
Her heart was in turmoil, her body uncontrollable.
Her heartbeat raced faster than her brain’s alarm could ring, with only her still-struggling rationality trying to direct her hands to pound on Jiang Xiao’s back.
As if she thought that by hitting him hard a few times, she could snap him out of this absurd kiss.
Song Qiuyu didn’t understand.
They were only rehearsing a scene. Jiang Xiao had Shen Xi in his heart, and seemed to have feelings for another girl who had suddenly appeared, but wouldn’t admit it!
No matter how pretty a male roommate was or how much he seduced, a man should never feel desire for another man’s woman or try to kiss her!
Jiang Xiao couldn’t, shouldn’t, and besides, he wasn’t from such a place!
So why had things come to this? Why… why was Jiang Xiao kissing her so forcefully?
Like a fountain piston suddenly opened, water spouted nonstop.
Like a Spanish bull seeing a red cape, only knowing to charge madly forward.
Her lips had never been treated this way. Song Qiuyu couldn’t breathe; Jiang Xiao felt her trembling but didn’t stop.
At the brink of suffocation, Song Qiuyu’s body suddenly unleashed a primal force, finally breaking their lips apart.
She threw her head back, the back of her skull pressing against the wall, finally drawing a breath of air, easing the suffocating pain.
The winter cold air effectively cooled her burning body.
Jiang Xiao also took the opportunity to inhale deeply but immediately pressed her head back down, pushing her lips together again.
“Mm!”
Song Qiuyu’s slender, soft body was tightly held.
Feeling his solid body, her neck, ears, and cheeks flushed deeper red, and soon she was being kissed so hard she couldn’t breathe again.
Little Jiang Xiao was pressed against the only small patch of her body, like a brave pioneer trying something for the first time, full of curiosity.
If he could speak, he might have coquettishly rolled around, rubbing and kissing, looking at her pitifully, begging for affection.
Of course, Song Qiuyu wasn’t a fool; she understood the seemingly pitiful request masked a savage intent.
She was even more confused, anxious, truly unable to understand why Jiang Xiao showed these signs toward her!
This made no sense at all.
Amidst the chaos in her mind, the only thing she was thankful for was her skirt and white silk stockings—they warmed her more than just through the seasons.
It had begun.
But realizing Jiang Xiao’s behavior was inappropriate, some switches in her body couldn’t help but flip harder.
Under the influence of hormones, a thin mist of moisture spread between her thighs.
With a soft “plink,” the white cat ears perched on her head crooked and slipped to the floor.
Her legs, which had supported her all along, suddenly lost strength, and she almost collapsed.
At that moment, Jiang Xiao, who had been relentlessly pursuing her, suddenly stopped and caught her with both hands, preventing her from falling.
“Hah… hah…”
Song Qiuyu lowered her head, gasping heavily, clearly relieved to have survived the ordeal, a faint glow of hope shining on her flushed, pretty face.
Warm traces of their heated kiss still lingered on her lips, moving gently with each breath.
Jiang Xiao’s expression was complicated as he looked at her, his lips twitching.
Before he could speak, the one who had been so thoroughly bullied unexpectedly lifted her head and gave him a weak smile, speaking first.