A Sweet Girl Won't Be Fooled By The Villainess - [Vol. 4] Chapter 25

[Vol. 4] Chapter 25: Short but Very Cute

Although hearing Amelia’s comforting words made Ifia feel warm inside, it was not just ordinary amusement at the moment.

There was an ongoing bet with Prince Carloy. If she loses, she would have to hand over her connections, essentially sponsoring the enemy!

Especially with the booth staff watching intently, even using tricks was not an option.

Unfortunately, Ifia was not athletic and could only rely on unconventional methods to win.

“But I don’t want to be a burden to you, Amelia, if I lose…”

Ifia’s words were cut off as Amelia immediately raised her hand to cover her mouth, wearing a helpless expression and leaning in.

Amelia’s purple eyes sparkled like gemstones, close enough to seem capable of capturing one’s soul.

While successfully preventing further speech, she also managed to leave Ifia a bit dizzy. Fortunately, Ifia regained her composure at the last moment, quickly lowering her gaze to avoid staring.

Oh, Amelia was becoming more and more charming, radiating an irresistible charm. Ifia almost embarrassed herself by openly admiring her!

As Ifia was lost in her thoughts, Amelia chuckled, then released Ifia from her restraint. Her hand did not move away but slid down, teasing a bit before her index finger lifted Ifia’s chin. The movement was smooth, but there was a hint of playfulness.

This action left Ifia momentarily stunned, and she quickly widened her eyes to look up. Amelia’s smiling eyes conveyed a gentle expression, as if saying that Ifia was overthinking everything.

Indeed, Ifia began to self-doubt. Was she overthinking too much, resulting in side effects? She even started to feel that Amelia was teasing her!

“Ifia, if you continue to worry, your lovely face will start developing wrinkles. It’s just a game, losing is okay. Win the next game, and everything will be fine,” Amelia spoke up, not allowing Ifia to dwell on her concerns.

After hearing this, Ifia blinked her dark eyes and hesitantly asked, “Is that okay?”

“Of course, beating Prince Carloy is a piece of cake, anytime,” Amelia replied.

As she spoke, she casually released Ifia, and her hand at her side made subtle movements. Subconsciously, her thumb and index finger lightly touched, savoring the lingering sensation that seemed to have not completely faded.

Ifia’s skin was delicate and smooth, always tempting Amelia to touch it.

If only she could leave “red marks” on that fair skin, it would be very pleasing…

Unaware of Amelia’s thoughts, Ifia finally came to a realization. Even if she was not athletic and could potentially be a burden, the bet between Prince Carloy and Amelia was a best-of-three, meaning she just needed to secure two wins. Losing one round wouldn’t matter.

She had forgotten this in her moment of panic!

For this three-legged race, Ifia now had no worries and immediately relaxed, ready to follow Amelia’s lead. She intended to enjoy the game during the lively celebration, not allowing any bothersome individuals to spoil the pleasant mood.

“Please, all participating teams, get ready. The three-legged race is about to begin!”

The pairs in the three-legged race included not only Prince Carloy and Amelia but also other students joining in the fun as participants. However, due to limited track space, only five pairs could compete in each round.

As the countdown to the competition began, Ifia looked around. Compared to her and Amelia’s relaxed demeanor, Prince Carloy and Irene appeared serious and determined, clearly showing their intent to win.

With the referee forcefully ringing the iron plate in hand, emitting a buzzing sound, the three-legged race officially started. The distance was only three hundred meters, easily reachable with normal walking.

However, having one foot bound required coordination with the partner to walk.

This undoubtedly slowed down the pace significantly. Some pairs, in their haste to move forward, ended up falling in awkward positions, with noses bleeding from the impact.

Ifia felt pain watching from the sidelines, she didn’t want her beautifully applied makeup to turn into a horror show. Quickly refocusing, she began to cooperate with Amelia, moving forward in the race.

Amelia was tall with long legs, a fact evident even in normal circumstances. However, now that their legs were bound together, the contrast became even more apparent.

This led Ifia to lower her head, gazing at her own short legs and immediately pursing her lips in frustration, consoling herself with the thought, “Short but still cute!”

Initially, Ifia thought their speed wouldn’t be too fast. However, compared to the various pairs stumbling around them, they were doing quite well! At least they hadn’t fallen!

Hehe~

Looking at it this way, their chances of winning were high. Ifia realized she had worried for nothing! Seeing this, she became proud, completely unaware that Amelia seamlessly coordinated with her movements as she walked without any apparent coordination or restriction.

Feeling overly confident, Ifia’s curiosity led her to glance to the side. However, her expression turned serious as she saw Prince Carloy already at the forefront.

It wasn’t because there was a distance opening up between the two pairs, possibly leading to a loss, but because Prince Carloy seemed solely focused on winning, completely disregarding Irene, who was struggling to keep up.

Irene desperately tried to catch up, but faced with the impatience of Prince Carloy, there were inevitable moments of failure.

This resulted in the tightly bound rope digging into the flesh, causing Irene, wearing a princess dress, to endure harsh friction on her bare legs.

Soon, wounds appeared, and droplets of blood stained the hemp rope red.

Despite the pain, Irene’s face turned pale, yet she continued silently, tightly biting her teeth, striving not to fall and hinder their progress.

This was completely ignoring the well-being of the female lead!

In an instant, Ifia’s expression became complex, resembling the expression of an old man on the subway frowning at his phone—an expression she considered peculiar for the male and female leads, making them unworthy of being protagonists.

This feeling grew even stronger now.

Could such characters really win the readers’ favor?

Or was it just a poorly-received novel that lacked readership?

After all, compared to them, her Amelia was outstanding and deserved to be the true protagonist!

Unwilling to witness the frustrating actions of the others, Ifia diverted her gaze and looked at the loosely bound rope.

Suddenly, she recalled how Amelia, when holding the rope, repeatedly widened the distance between it and Ifia’s legs, fearing that the hemp rope might harm her.

So gentle!

The relationship between the male and female leads wasn’t as close as her bond with Amelia!

Tsk tsk, in such a comparison, Prince Carloy appears to be quite a scoundrel!

“Feeling tired?”

Amelia spoke up, bringing Ifia, who was lost in thought, back to reality. The pace slowed down, and Amelia seemed to care less about the outcome of the game, with her eyes fixed solely on Ifia’s figure.

It was unclear when it started, but Amelia always took care of Ifia in this way.

It seemed like Ifia was her top priority, more important than anything else.

This made Ifia lift her head, meeting Amelia’s concerned gaze, and suddenly she had an impulsive thought.

Even in front of everyone, she wanted to kiss Amelia!

Now, immediately!