Transmigrated into a Villainess? I’m Going to conquer the Heroine!

As Tang Yuan was about to leave, she suddenly remembered something and turned back. “Oh, right, how’s the injury on your hand? Do you still need to wrap it with bandages?”

Jiang Zi flexed her hand a little. The pain was barely noticeable now, and it had healed quite well. However…

“It hurts.” Her eyelashes fluttered, and she lowered her gaze, hiding the emotion in her eyes, her expression looking a bit pitiful.

Tang Yuan: “Then you’d better keep the bandages on tomorrow. Otherwise, if the wound opens while we’re dancing, and your blood gets on my waist…uh, on my clothes, that wouldn’t be great.”

Jiang Zi: …

“Alright, go take a shower. I’ll come over later to help you rewrap it. I’ll go back first.”

Jiang Zi paused momentarily, but the door shut mercilessly before her.

She turned around and went back to grab her pajamas for a shower.

No big deal. If Tang Yuan didn’t come to her, she’d just go over to her instead. It didn’t matter where she slept; it was all the same to her.

Choosing an outfit was exhausting. But now that Jiang Zi’s was settled, Tang Yuan’s options were narrowed down.

She ended up ditching the idea of a dress, opting for a sexy and edgy two-piece outfit.

Imagining the scene of her standing next to Jiang Zi, thinking it would look pretty good, she decided on it.

Even so, half an hour had already passed.

Stretching her neck to relieve some tension, Tang Yuan moved tiredly to grab her things and head for a shower.

She was so tired that she didn’t dare to soak in the tub, afraid she’d fall asleep mid-bath.

After showering, she remembered she still hadn’t helped Jiang Zi rewrap her bandage. She grabbed her phone and sent a message asking if Jiang Zi was still awake.

[Host, please note. The system has completed its upgrade. The affection meter is now available. Would you like to activate it?]

Hearing the system’s voice, Tang Yuan’s eyes lit up instantly. “Activate it, activate it now!”

Ever since she completed her main quest, she had eagerly awaited this moment. The long-awaited affection meter was finally available. How could she not be excited?

[The affection meter is now activated. The target’s affection level can be viewed as long as the host is near the target.]

This new feature was so novel to Tang Yuan that she immediately wanted to test it on Jiang Zi.

Just as she wondered if Jiang Zi would reply to her message, there was a knock on the door.

Tang Yuan tossed her phone onto the bed and fluttered to the door like a butterfly. Opening it, she pulled Jiang Zi, who was dressed in gray silk pajamas, inside.

[Check Jiang Zi’s affection level!]

[Hahaha, I can’t wait, I can’t wait!]

[Why’s there still a one-minute countdown? Is it because it’s your first time running this? Hurry up, hurry up!]

Tang Yuan pulled Jiang Zi to sit on the bed, and her voice carried a playful excitement. “Sister, let me wrap your hand first~”

Jiang Zi followed her, sitting at the edge of the bed, holding a bottle of medicinal alcohol and a roll of bandages. Hearing Tang Yuan’s lively inner thoughts, she subconsciously tightened her grip. Her eyes met Tang Yuan’s, bright and twinkling like the stars.

Affection level?

Hers towards Tang Yuan?

Could Tang Yuan now read her feelings? Then that would mean…

“Sister, give it to me,” Tang Yuan took the alcohol and tools from her, gently opening Jiang Zi’s palm.

“Why does it still look this bad?” Tang Yuan’s brow furrowed as she saw the wound, still raw and bleeding slightly.

Jiang Zi, meanwhile, wasn’t processing anything Tang Yuan said. She simply laid her hand there, numb to everything but her heartbeat, which pounded relentlessly in her ears. At that moment, the world around her seemed to have frozen.

She recalled reading numerous system-themed novels to understand what information a mission executor like Tang Yuan could obtain from the system. Those systems could often analyze every bit of data about their targets, including feelings.

Now, as Tang Yuan’s target, she was also under the scrutiny of such a system. But with the affection meter now visible, was it just like in those novels? Could Tang Yuan see not just the numerical value but perhaps something deeper?

Fear gripped her suddenly. What could she do now?

A minute passed quickly.

Jiang Zi closed her eyes, bracing herself for the sentence.

In a darker corner of her mind, she thought: I’ve never really hidden anything. So what if she finds out? I won’t let her escape from me.

[Huh?]

[80? Is this number legit?]

Jiang Zi opened her eyes slightly, her gaze locked on the top of Tang Yuan’s head, her expression unreadable and eyes clouded.

Tang Yuan, still focused on tending to the wound, didn’t notice Jiang Zi’s shift in demeanor. Inside, she was communicating with the system.

[I remember your scale—60 means no ill intent, just regular stranger, 70 for close friends, 80 means developing romantic feelings, kind of fuzzy, and 90 means lovers.]

[So you’re telling me… my sister has vague, hazy feelings for me right now?!]

Tang Yuan’s inner voice was laced with frustration, clearly unhappy with the affection score she’d just seen.

Even Jiang Zi was surprised. How could it only be 80? Every day, she fantasized about pressing Tang Yuan into her personal space and indulging her desires. Could it be that she only had carnal love for Tang Yuan?

This value isn’t accurate.

Jiang Zi was certain. Her feelings for Tang Yuan, built over two lifetimes of obsession, couldn’t possibly be just 80.

If it isn’t because the system is trash, there was only one other explanation—this wasn’t her affection value.

Watching Tang Yuan, who had fallen into deep thought, Jiang Zi deduced she was conversing with the system. Unfortunately, she couldn’t hear the system’s responses, only speculating from Tang Yuan’s inner thoughts.

Tang Yuan’s hands moved slowly as she finished bandaging the wound. What felt like an eternity passed before she was finally done.

Now, she didn’t dare face Jiang Zi directly. She busied herself with cleaning up the alcohol and bandages, walking back and forth around the room, trying to look busy.

Jiang Zi, ever sharp, narrowed her eyes, noticing Tang Yuan’s shift in mood. She’d gone from being incredulous and frustrated to… awkward.

With one hand supporting herself on the bed, Jiang Zi’s gaze followed Tang Yuan’s every move.

Tang Yuan could feel Jiang Zi’s eyes on her, making her painfully aware of how awkward she must look right now.

[Even though I’ve been teasing sister every day, I really owe her an apology!]

[But it shouldn’t be? It doesn’t make sense for her, but for me, it does?]

[Ahhhhhhhh, someone save me, I’m not a player! I swear!]

Tang Yuan was thankful Jiang Zi didn’t know anything about this. As long as she kept up the charade, neither of them would have to feel awkward.

She took a deep breath, putting on a smile as she handed the alcohol and bandages back to Jiang Zi.

“Sister, your wound is all taken care of. Why don’t you head back first?” she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

Jiang Zi raised an eyebrow, her ghostly gaze trailing Tang Yuan. A small, sudden smile tugged at her lips. She didn’t take the items from Tang Yuan. Instead, she lay back on the bed, stretching out comfortably.

“I want to sleep here,” Jiang Zi said in a low, sultry voice, as if genuinely tired.

Isn’t that unexpected, Little Tang Yuan?

Always running your mouth, but when it comes to actual feelings, you’re so stingy.

Vague feelings?

That’s fine. There’s plenty of time ahead.