After hearing Meng Wange’s airy words, Su Wanli felt as if her brain had been struck by a bolt of lightning, all her complex thoughts blown to pieces with a deafening “boom.”
…Huh? What?
Meng Wange, who had said to her, “Would you like to rest for a moment here on my lap”… just patted her thigh like that, and since she patted her thigh, then that means, this, this is…
WHY? Why? How is this possible? This is the legendary—a lap pillow invitation from Meng Wange herself!?
A lap pillow! That ambiguous act that only appears in those unrealistic romance comics!
In theory, this should be a sacred ritual that only childhood friends close enough to share all their secrets, or lovey-dovey couples who already understand each other’s feelings and are just one step away from confessing, have the qualification to perform, right!?
And yet, Meng Wange… just so casually, as if inviting her to afternoon tea together, made this level of invitation to her!?
…System! System! Are you seeing this? This is Meng Wange taking the initiative, what should I do in this situation!? What will happen to my Female Villain Value? How much Female Villain Value will decrease every ten seconds? Is the remaining amount still enough for me to stay on her thigh for more than a minute? Damn it, I should have saved up more Female Villain Value in advance!? Is there still time to use the remaining Villainess Points to do a gacha pull now!?
[Calm down, Host. The System has detected that your heart rate is fluctuating violently. This poses a significant health risk to you. Please relax a little, do not get too excited.]
After Su Wanli urgently asked several questions, the System’s electronic voice slowly sounded in Su Wanli’s ear, that inorganic voice carrying a trace of detached indifference—
[As for your earlier question, the System has told you before, a lap pillow is theoretically a very, very intimate act, isn’t it!?]
[However, actions the Heroine takes on her own initiative toward you will not significantly deduct your Female Villain Value, so please, Host, freely perform your Villainess Roleplay.]
It’s a lap pillow!…Huh!? Really? I can do as I like with this too!?
So that’s how it is, in your eyes this is also a trivial matter that can be ignored?
Su Wanli slightly widened her eyes. While pressing her lips tightly and staring at Meng Wange’s inviting gesture, she fiercely pinched the white fluffy ball in her pocket with her right hand.
…No way, it can’t be that because I lie on Meng Wange’s thigh for too long it’ll make Meng Wange’s leg go numb, so this also counts as a new form of Banling, right?
[Congratulations, Host. You have completely learned this System’s report-writing method.]
A faint trace of gratification entered the System’s voice—
[If you are willing to ghostwrite for me during the next report, detailing all the actions you took that day, then when settling your Villainess Points, this System can discretionarily charge a slightly lower handling fee, you know?]
…What? You utterly useless piece of trash System actually has the nerve to charge me a handling fee when settling rewards!? Is there no law anymore!?
No, now is not the time to argue with the trash System! The most important question right now is…
How exactly should she, without breaking her Villainess Persona, naturally, smoothly, and with a clear conscience accept this lap pillow invitation from Meng Wange?
Hah? What do you mean she can also refuse Meng Wange? Are you kidding? That option never existed from the start, okay?
As long as one is human, a human with normal aesthetics, a living, breathing human who yearns for beautiful things, it is absolutely impossible for them to refuse a lap pillow invitation from Meng Wange!
Moreover, Meng Wange had just inexplicably leaned against her shoulder earlier, sniffed her nape. Even if that was just an unintentional act by Meng Wange when she was tired, it still caused her tremendous psychological damage.
So making up for it from her lap pillow is a perfectly reasonable thing, entirely fitting the Villainous Eldest Young Lady’s personality of repaying grievances and settling scores!
That’s right, don’t worry, accepting Meng Wange’s lap pillow won’t cause her to deviate from her original persona. Rather, this is exactly the move that an Arrogant Villainous Eldest Young Lady like herself should make!
…Ahem, ahem.
Gazing at Meng Wange’s still-maintained inviting gesture, Su Wanli lightly coughed twice, then used her left hand to feebly support her forehead, while her right hand, as if drained of strength, limply drooped down, and along with it the Gaming Console in her hand lightly fell to the ground—
“Meng Wange, listen to what nonsense you’re saying. How could this Miss possibly want to lie on your thigh? No matter how sleepy I am, sleepy to death, sleepy enough to fall out the Window next to me, I won’t lean against you for even two seconds.”
“…I see.”
“…Unless I suddenly came down with some strange illness and instantly lost control of my body, then I would be forced to, just slightly, use you as a cushion.”
That’s right, it’s all this unknown strange illness’s fault, forcing her body to deviate from her Villainess Persona.
Just like that, slowly, wobbling, bit by bit, she tilted toward Meng Wange’s knees…
The next second, under Meng Wange’s slightly startled gaze, Su Wanli’s head lost the support of strength, and then fell squarely onto her knees.
“Phew.”
Feeling the perfectly measured softness and elasticity coming from the back of her head, as well as the faint floral scent drifting from Meng Wange that put her at ease, Su Wanli let out a satisfied breath in her heart.
Great, even though she had plopped down so solidly on Meng Wange’s thigh, her Female Villain Value hadn’t changed at all. It seemed that even the System acknowledged her flawless acting just now.
Hehe, seems like these past few days of Drama Rehearsal weren’t completely useless after all, huh?
While secretly cheering for herself in her heart, Su Wanli took the opportunity to stretch her body and yawned.
“Bao, Miss Su.”
“Hm?”
Before she could continue savoring the Touch behind her, a light breath reached Su Wanli’s ear, a slightly moist breath evenly spraying onto the shell of Su Wanli’s ear.
At some point, Meng Wange had already bent down her body, firmly sealing off the space for Su Wanli to get up with her arm, then pressed her lips to Su Wanli’s ear and whispered softly—
“I seem to have caught this strange illness of yours too.”