When Su Wanli’s gaze finally refocused, her eyes immediately widened in shock.
She sucked in a sharp breath, her body recoiling sharply, moving away from Meng Huange.
“Y-You, y-you y-you y-you y-you?! N-No, I, I, I, I…”
As usual, Meng Huange only froze for a brief moment before coming back to her senses.
She waved her hand repeatedly at Su Wanli, using her left hand to gesture at the fingertips of her right hand, which had just been blocking their lips.
“A bite, don’t worry, Miss Su, it was just a small accident.”
…An accident.
Oh, so that’s all it was, just a small accident.
Su Wanli’s mind, previously in a haze, began to slowly process what had just happened.
She shouted and panicked simply because a sudden noise nearly caused her to press lips with the female lead.
Fortunately, in the end, she had only kissed her fingertips, essentially the same as when Meng Huange had covered Su Wanli’s lips with her palm to prevent her from making a sound.
It was just that the atmosphere had been somewhat misleading—the close proximity where their noses almost brushed, the unfamiliar shock and confusion in Meng Huange’s usually indifferent eyes, the warm breath, and the soft, tousled texture of her hair brushing against her cheek.
Su Wanli silently stared into Meng Huange’s eyes, then pulled a hand free to rub her forehead.
“An accident… huh?”
Meng Huange nodded and gave a slight smile, flicking her fingertips in front of Su Wanli’s eyes.
“That’s right, Miss Su, I reacted in time to protect your first kiss.”
“Pfft, f-first kiss?!”
Trying to calm down, Su Wanli’s eyes sparkled with stars again.
She took a deep breath, snatched the fingertips Meng Huange offered, and trembled as she pointed sharply at her forehead, shouting,
“What first kiss? What first kiss? What nonsense are you talking about?!”
“Hey? You just sneezed suddenly and almost landed on my face…”
“Shut up! Nobody asked you! Don’t ever mention it again!!”
After a few quick words, Su Wanli felt the heat building up at her earlobes and forehead as if she could steam a kettle of water.
Damn it, how did things end up like this?
She had only planned to find a way to bully Meng Huange in this spare Physical Education Equipment Room!
Really, just bully her!
After reciting Meng Huange’s four mortal sins, she was going to make her stand on the window ledge, balancing a basketball on her head to see how long she could hold it.
She would keep the measure just right not harming Meng Huange’s body but making her uncomfortable enough.
Then, before PE class ended, she’d just give a cold warning, say something like “I’m done, I’m sick of this, get out of my sight,” and that would perfectly complete her villainess act, earning some extra Villainess Value to help with future missions.
The only thing she hadn’t expected was the PE teacher’s inexplicable search.
Now it was all ruined not only did her plan fail, but she had also just rolled together with Meng Huange, almost sharing a mouth-to-mouth moment because of a sneeze…
If Meng Huange hadn’t reacted so quickly, wouldn’t she have stolen the female lead’s first kiss?
Well, that would’ve been her own first kiss anyway!
Su Wanli silently patted her chest, trying to calm her pounding heart.
It’s fine, it’s fine. She only kissed Meng Huange’s palm at worst, it was just a hand-kissing gesture. Not a big deal.
Yet, that vivid image kept flashing before her eyes.
The subtle movement of her hair, the slightly dilated pupils, and the soft, chestnut strands brushing against her cheek…
…No, this is impossible. Her brain is about to melt.
Without a word, Su Wanli pushed Meng Huange away and hurried to lean against the wall, steadying herself to stand up.
Forget the Equipment Room incident, forget the extra Villainess Value—it didn’t matter anymore.
What mattered most now was to protect her villainess persona and quickly get away from this awkward scene.
Staying in this ambiguous space only caused her mind to replay the moment where her face was pressed so close to Meng Huange’s.
She couldn’t even think about bullying anymore; she felt like her whole body was softening.
Meng Huange, however, still smiled sweetly, reaching out to Su Wanli and politely asking,
“Miss Su, how are you feeling? Do you need me to help you back to the classroom?”
“Go away. I can walk myself.”
Su Wanli silently waved her off and turned around to push open the door of the equipment room.
“…But your complexion doesn’t look very good. Are you sure you don’t want me to help you?”
“No! In fact, you’re not allowed to follow me. Before going back to the classroom, find somewhere to wash my jacket!”
Su Wanli grit her teeth and roughly shoved the dusty school uniform jacket she was wearing onto Meng Huange.
“Tch, be careful. You smell all over me. Wash it clean before giving it back!”
“All right, Miss Su.”
Meng Huange gently took the jacket off her shoulders, tidied it at her waist, then walked to the equipment room door.
With a light flick, she unlatched the doorbell, holding the door open for Su Wanli.
“Don’t come out with me! Stay here for at least five minutes before you come out! Understand?”
“Understood, Miss Su.”
Watching Meng Huange’s indifferent expression, Su Wanli frowned irritably, snorted coldly, and strode out of the equipment room.
Luckily, this was just a minor incident outside the system’s mission.
Even if she had messed up, it would only cause a slight fluctuation in her Villainess Value without any major consequences.
It would be bad if she actually failed a system mission later on.
She would have to find a way to negotiate with the system given how diligent she was, maybe it could allow some leniency for a failed mission, leaving her some room to maneuver…
Su Wanli patted her forehead, shaking off the minor mishap, and headed toward the classroom of Class Three, Year Two.
Watching Su Wanli’s retreating figure, Meng Huange touched her slightly stiff cheeks, then mechanically closed the equipment room door and sank down onto a nearby Physical Education Mat.
Her fingertips silently brushed over her lips.
Perfect, Miss Su didn’t notice.
Her hesitation just now, that brief pause before lifting her hand…
Well, it probably didn’t count… or at least, not completely.
Recalling the slightly damp sensation on her lips, Meng Huange quietly covered her face with both hands, letting the heat on her cheeks slowly fade with time.
…Just the upper lip, after all, that shouldn’t count as a first kiss.