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

Tang Yuan mounted the bicycle, pressing down firmly on the pedal. The handlebars wobbled briefly but soon steadied.

“Let’s go!”

Jiang Zi sat on the rear seat, wrapping her arms around Tang Yuan’s waist and resting her chin on Tang Yuan’s shoulder, exuding a carefree, slightly smug demeanor.

Tang Yuan’s waist was slender, almost temptingly so, making Jiang Zi itch to slide her hand further in as she held on.

“Jiang Zi, stop moving around,” Tang Yuan’s voice came from the side.

Feeling wronged, Jiang Zi frowned slightly. She had been very restrained, holding Tang Yuan’s waist properly and not making any extra movements, all while watching Tang Yuan pedal with admirable focus.

Tang Yuan shrugged her shoulders, noticing Jiang Zi wasn’t responding. She added, “Your head is too close. Your breath tickles my face.”

Jiang Zi chuckled softly and leaned in even closer, her warm breath teasing Tang Yuan’s ear. She whispered, “Like this? But I’m comfortable like this.”

Tang Yuan’s hands wavered on the handlebars, causing the bike to swerve slightly. Jiang Zi quickly reached out to stabilize the front of the bike, her long fingers easily steadying it.

Such long hands.

Jiang Zi withdrew her hands, returning them to Tang Yuan’s waist.

Tang Yuan focused intently on the road ahead. Safety first.

After about fifteen minutes of cycling, a staff member stopped them.

A young woman in a red vest held a bouquet of roses. “There’s a rose available here. Do you want it?”

“If you want it, you can stay and complete the task. If not, you can leave right away.”

Tang Yuan parked the bike in the designated spot and walked over to the staff member with Jiang Zi, her spirits high. “We’ll take the task!”

The staff member pulled out a task card from the bouquet and read aloud, “This is an ‘Act and guess’ game. It tests your mutual understanding. You must guess fifteen answers correctly within three minutes to win the rose. If you fail, you’ll have to drink a 100-milliliter glass of lemon juice as punishment.”

Tang Yuan frowned. “So, failing means we get punished and don’t get the rose?”

“If you both finish the lemon juice together, you can still take the rose. A friendly reminder, the lemon juice hasn’t been diluted.”

So even if they failed, the effort wouldn’t go unrewarded—though the punishment had to be endured.

“Okay. Got it.”

Tang Yuan turned to Jiang Zi. “Sister, I’ll act, and you guess. It might get a bit abstract, but I believe in you!”

Jiang Zi glanced at the glass of lemon juice on the table. It came with a double-ended straw, its two tips so close that drinking together would mean…

Unfazed, Jiang Zi retracted her gaze and nodded in agreement.

She had no ulterior motives. She was simply curious about the taste of that lemon juice.

Jiang Zi sat down on the bench while Tang Yuan stood two meters away. A staff member positioned themselves behind Jiang Zi, holding up the phrase cards.

The timer on the table began its countdown.

The first phrase appeared: a four-character idiom.

Tang Yuan’s eyes lit up. This was easy.

She gestured to indicate two people, then bowed deeply toward Jiang Zi, spun to another direction, and bowed again. She repeated the action multiple times.

Jiang Zi: “Marriage?”

Tang Yuan nodded enthusiastically. “Four characters! Four characters! Hahaha!”

Jiang Zi couldn’t help but laugh at Tang Yuan’s exaggerated antics. “Ahem. Happy wedding?”

Guessing correctly, the game continued.

When the next phrase appeared, inspiration struck Tang Yuan. She squinted at Jiang Zi, her expression overly coy and flirtatious.

Jiang Zi paused, her face blank. “…Seduction?”

Tang Yuan nearly choked. She stared at Jiang Zi in disbelief. “No! Look at my eyes!”

Refocusing, Tang Yuan blinked dramatically, her clear eyes suddenly brimming with an inexplicable allure. Jiang Zi thought to herself, ‘If this isn’t seduction, what is?’

“Ogle?”

“Correct! Correct!” Tang Yuan clapped her hands.

As the timer approached the end, only one phrase remained. When Tang Yuan saw it, her face froze.

It was tough. Even after three card changes, it was still tough.

How does one act out “Ten Miles of Spring Breeze Can’t Compare to You”?!

While she was racking her brain for a creative interpretation, the sharp ring of the timer signaled the end.

Fourteen phrases were guessed correctly.

The final word seemed deliberately difficult, as if trying to make things harder on purpose. After switching three times, each option was just as abstract and challenging to act out.

Seeing Tang Yuan droop her head in defeat, Jiang Zi walked over and gently held her hand. “It’s okay. We can just skip this rose. I don’t mind sour things—I’ll drink it.”

“No way!” Tang Yuan quickly pulled herself out of her failure-induced gloom, straightened her back with determination, and marched toward the table, still holding Jiang Zi’s hand.

“We’ve already spent this much time. No way are we leaving empty-handed. We’ll drink it together—what’s a little sourness anyway?”

Though she spoke bravely, as Tang Yuan picked up the glass cup in both hands, her mouth had already started watering instinctively. Just the thought of the sourness made her lips tingle before she’d even taken a sip.

“It’s just lemon juice. I’ve had lemon water plenty of times before.” Closing her eyes tightly, she mentally braced herself. But before she could take the plunge, she felt another hand gently resting on hers, steadying the cup and tilting it slightly upward.

Opening her eyes in surprise, she saw Jiang Zi lower her head, bending over to take a sip from one end of the double-sided straw. Her expression remained composed and unchanged.

The transparent glass made it clear—the lemon juice was already half gone.

Tang Yuan, worried Jiang Zi might finish it all in one go, quickly leaned down and latched onto the other end of the straw, not thinking twice.

The distance was minuscule. As Tang Yuan bent down, their noses brushed against each other. The two ends of the straw were separated by no more than three centimeters. Since Jiang Zi had taken a larger portion of the straw for herself, when Tang Yuan bit down on her end, their upper lips inadvertently touched.

Tang Yuan didn’t seem to notice at all. Focused on the juice, she sucked harder, causing her lips to press against Jiang Zi’s again as she drew in.

Jiang Zi’s lashes fluttered, her lips parting slightly as she eased her grip on the straw.

They were so close, and for some reason, the intense sourness seemed to carry a hint of sweetness.

For Tang Yuan, however, the experience was far less poetic. The moment the juice hit her tongue, her entire face scrunched up like a steamed bun. It was unbearably sour.

But she refused to give up. Determined, she took another big sip, swallowing it down despite the sharp tang. Finally, the glass was emptied.

She tried to take another sip but found nothing left. Letting go of the straw, she leaned back, her hands trembling as she returned the glass to Jiang Zi.

“Too sour, too sour! Ugh!” Tang Yuan cried, scrunching her face even more and flailing her hands in exaggerated distress.

Jiang Zi licked her lips lightly, the faint gloss on them now appearing even more vibrant and alluring.

She picked up a bottle of water from the table, unscrewed the cap, and held it to Tang Yuan’s lips.

Tang Yuan instinctively grabbed the bottle and gulped down the water. Half of it disappeared in no time.

If not for the queasy feeling of drinking too much water, she might have finished the whole bottle. Though the sourness had dulled slightly, her teeth still ached from it.

“If every task punishment today is lemon juice,” Tang Yuan grumbled, “I might as well kiss my teeth goodbye by the end of this.”

Jiang Zi took the bottle back and finished the remaining half from the same spot Tang Yuan had been drinking from, before twisting the cap back on.

“We’re not losing again.”

Jiang Zi chuckled softly, tossing the empty bottle into a nearby trash can. From the staff member, she accepted a rose and handed it to Tang Yuan.

“Let’s go.”