Luring Her to Take the Bait - Chapter 18.1

Pei Wenjin had not only put on pants but also changed into a camisole with chest pads, layering a small long shirt over it.

When Fu Su went to knock on her door and it opened, this was the scene she saw.

Moon-white silk pajamas, long sleeves and long pants, loosely tied at the waist, outlining her slender and elegant figure. A strand of curly hair had strayed into her collar, perhaps left un-tucked in her haste.

“Susu.” Pei Wenjin clung to the door, biting her lower lip. Her thick eyelashes lifted, revealing a pair of light chestnut eyes that appeared slightly weak and flickering.

“Here.”

Fu Su handed over the items in her hand—the yogurt chocolate she had just grabbed.

There was also a box of half-baked cheesecake.

Pei Wenjin blinked, reached out to take them, and softly called her again, “Susu.”

“Just now,” Fu Su pursed her lips, her gaze flickering briefly to the clean white wrist visible at the cuff of the other’s sleeve before meeting her eyes again, letting out a soft breath of relief: “I don’t mind.”

Pei Wenjin blinked again.

“At home, you should be however you are most comfortable.”

Fu Su grazed her canine tooth with the tip of her tongue and looked away, her eyes falling on the ulnar bone of her own wrist, which was flushing a faint red.

She spoke very directly.

“Underwear, pants—if you don’t want to wear them, you don’t have to.”

“As a fellow woman, I don’t mind.”

Pei Wenjin’s fingertips tightened around the chocolate. She squinted her eyes in the dim light.

She suddenly took a step closer. Fu Su was slightly startled, her lips parting slightly, allowing Pei Wenjin to see a glimpse of her white teeth.

Fu Su had changed into a set of light gray pajamas, also long-sleeved and long-pants. It was very simple; her style of dress was always conservative, with the collar covering her collarbones, looking devoid of desire.

There was a faint scent of sandalwood, the fragrance of laundry detergent. Besides that, there was a hint of mint, appearing and disappearing, drifting ethereally with her breath.

Pei Wenjin’s eyes were watery and bright. Holding the late-night snacks to her chest, she reached out and tugged at the hem of Fu Su’s clothes, asking in a clear voice: “Would it make you feel uncomfortable?”

Fu Su knitted her brows slightly, her throat bobbing: “No.”

If she had to say, did a dry mouth count?

She lowered her eyes and gave a small smile, “Go rest. Goodnight.”

As she turned to leave, Pei Wenjin suddenly placed the snacks on the small table by the door and opened her arms to hug her from behind. Her arms wrapped around the slender, bony waist, hugging tightly as she buried her face against Fu Su’s shoulder and rubbed.

A soft voice: “Susu.”

Fu Su swallowed again.

She really was so thin, Pei Wenjin thought as she pressed against her cool ear. Fu Su was a bit taller than her, but she was so thin it felt like she couldn’t be held securely; her bone structure was delicate, like a bony kitten huddling in her arms.

“What is it?” Fu Su patted the arm around her waist.

Pei Wenjin tightened her arms and audaciously grazed the delicate skin of Fu Su’s neck with the tip of her nose, saying: “Let’s go public, okay?”

“I want them all to know.”

To know that Susu is hers, that such a wonderful Susu belongs to her.

Fu Su lowered her eyes and remained silent for a moment. Suddenly, a laugh seeped from her nose, causing a tingly, numbing sensation.

She said: “Okay.”

“How do you want to go public?”

Pei Wenjin’s pupils lit up. She turned from behind to the front, hanging onto Fu Su with a beaming face, “When our rings are finished, I want to take a wedding photo with you—the kind with white shirts and a red background. I want to post it on the official Weibo!”

“Okay.”

Fu Su agreed as usual. She plucked the strand of hair tucked in Pei Wenjin’s collar and brushed it behind her back. Smoothing Pei Wenjin’s hair, she lifted her thin eyelids to look at her, carefully instructing: “Put the cake in the fridge if you can’t finish it. Get some rest early. I’ll make breakfast tomorrow morning, so you can sleep in a bit.”

Pei Wenjin stared intently at her, watching the opening and closing of her thin lips; that little labial tubercle quivered, a lovely shade of pink.

Her throat suddenly felt dry and a bit itchy.

She licked her lips.

Pei Wenjin knew her emotions jumped around and changed constantly. She would be cautious, fearing Susu would divorce her, and thus restrain herself; yet she was also frequently bold because she wanted to be close to Susu.

If marriage was a step forward in their relationship, then starting from the kiss she had missed ten years ago, every night spent chatting and laughing with Susu over those ten years had been a prelude.

Life is very short; how many people can stay by one’s side for a decade?

She had known Fu Su for a very, very long time. That familiarity was inseparable, no matter how apprehensive their marriage made her feel.

Fu Su’s voice sounded somewhat magnetic: “What do you want to eat tomorrow morning?”

Pei Wenjin held her neck and suddenly stood on her tiptoes slightly, tilting her chin up to approach and kissing her on the cheek.

A “mwah” sound.

Fu Su’s breath hitched, “You…”

Pei Wenjin pulled back, seeing Fu Su’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. She felt a sense of satisfaction; the sense of security Fu Su gave her tonight made her feel a bit cocky.

The bedroom she was allowed to enter, the permission to be comfortable and casual, the marriage she was allowed to make public.

She overturned the conclusion she had reached three hours ago. She just wanted to kiss Fu Su, regardless of whether it was to make the marriage more stable.

Or rather, it was because the thought of kissing her had quietly arisen that it extended into the marital relationship.

Pei Wenjin gave a clever smile, her eyes showing a timid, pleasing look with a slightly downturned curve. She licked her lips, “Your face smells so good.”

Fu Su frowned, pursing her lips and holding her breath until her lungs ached.

The sweet, soft voice sounded very innocent: “We’re married, can’t I kiss your face once?”

Pei Wenjin made unreasonable excuses for herself.

She must have drunk fake milk tonight; it must have been spiked with alcohol. Otherwise, why would the light above her head feel dizzying, and why would she be so bold as to kiss someone?

Fu Su turned her head and swallowed, then cleared her throat again. Her face remained as white as fresh snow, her expression complex, her brow bone sharp and cool.

Pei Wenjin pouted and boldly reached out to play with her thick, dark hair. Under the bright light, one of Fu Su’s ears was as red as pigeon-blood.

Pei Wenjin stared blankly, her teeth feeling itchy. An urge to bite welled up from deep within her body, a faint, restless agitation.

She swallowed. Fu Su suddenly pulled her wrist down and walked past her into the room, her smoky voice low and hoarse: “Don’t do that again next time.”

“Are you angry?” Pei Wenjin asked.

Fu Su paused in the middle of closing the door, turned her head, revealing her pointed chin: “No.”

If she wasn’t angry, why wouldn’t she let her do it!

“Rest. Goodnight.”

The door clicked shut softly. Pei Wenjin stared at the little wolf plushie as it wobbled a few times. She looked down, her fingers twining around the tie of her shirt. With a tug, the small shirt slid down her shoulder, hanging at her elbow and revealing her smooth shoulder.

Facing the full-length mirror, she twisted her waist—slender and graceful—acting deliberately delicate. She suddenly thought of how Fu Su looked in a white shirt.

Though she was thin, her chest was full and upright. The shirt looked tight and sharp on her, clinging to her curves.

Pei Wenjin looked down at herself and tried to squeeze her shoulders together, but the contour remained shallow.

She picked up the snacks and walked back to the kitchen, putting them back in the fridge. After closing the door, she suddenly noticed two glass bottles in her peripheral vision—chubby ones that needed recycling tomorrow.

She walked over and picked up one in each hand.

Thinking of something, she moved them both to her right hand, pinching one at the thumb crotch and using her other three fingers to grip the second bottle.

It was a bit of a struggle, but she could hold them.

Pei Wenjin put them back in their original place. Her pant legs brushed against her ankles as she walked softly back to her bedroom, but she didn’t close the door.

She undressed, turned off the lights, and it became quiet.

She lay on the bed but couldn’t close her eyes. Pei Wenjin touched her waist, her finger grazing the lines of her abdomen. Suddenly, she turned on the bedside lamp, scrambled off the bed, and went naked to close the door with a “bang.” Her heart trembled.

She squatted barefoot in front of the bedside table and pulled out the bottom drawer.

Inside was a small white box. Pei Wenjin knew there was a small pink whale in that box. She fiddled with it a few times, unsure if it was out of batteries or if she just couldn’t find the button.

She had bought it on a whim ten years ago and had never used it, having long forgotten it. She didn’t know where Ye Zhen had found it, but she had packed it along with the clothes, so Pei Wenjin had just casually tucked it away in the drawer.

She put it back and closed the drawer. Pei Wenjin buried herself in the quilt and rubbed her arms.

Why did she suddenly think of this?

Curling herself into a ball, she pressed her hand against her chest and pouted.

Her body, like her romance, seemed to have a delay—like a delayed puberty. Her only experience with “liking” someone had been a misunderstanding of dependence; after that, she had never felt a throb of excitement for anyone else. Three minutes of a racing heart were a joke to her.

Physical restlessness felt dull and tasteless.

She had been curious and had watched videos—lesbian ones. Women’s bodies were very aesthetic, and their soft moans were pleasant to hear. She appreciated their beauty as if watching an arthouse film.

But there was nothing more than that. In the end, she calmly admitted that she perhaps had no desire. After ten years, she also calmly accepted that she might stay single for the rest of her life.

Yet at this moment, Fu Su suddenly appeared.

She had never thought that an iceberg could ignite her desires that had been delayed for many years.

Piled up for a long time, it was now surging and turbulent.

A single pigeon-blood red ear was enough to make her defenses crumble.

She knew clearly that it had nothing to do with love or divorce; she was simply intensely interested in Fu Su’s body.

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The next day, Pei Wenjin woke up before six o’clock. Looking at the time, she almost couldn’t believe her eyes.

She had slept too comfortably.

She slowly crawled up, hooked a small shirt to wear, wrapped the tie casually, and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth. When the alarm went off, she ran back with a mouthful of foam to turn it off.

After washing her face, she pulled her curly hair to one side and began braiding a side fishtail braid. Her ivory fingertips wove through the strands, securing it with a small black rubber band. She loosened the strands and reached into her jewelry box, picking out a few crystal hair clips to pin it.

She looked left and right in the mirror, blinked, puffed out her cheeks to pose, and finally gave a beaming smile. Her pupils were as bright as glass beads, radiant and graceful.

Pei Wenjin ran out of the room, charging like a happy puppy toward the figure in the kitchen who looked like a green bamboo.

“Susu!”

She hugged Fu Su from behind, circling the slender body. She tilted her head and planted a kiss on Fu Su’s cheek.

The scent of skincare products lingered on her lips, her voice sweet: “Good morning~”

Fu Su’s movement of flipping the fried egg paused. She turned her head to look over, her sharp eyes narrowing slightly. She parted her lips softly, moved her shoulder to nudge her away: “Let go.”

“You haven’t said good morning to me yet!” Pei Wenjin pressed her body forward, giving her a mock-resentful look and saying dissatisfactorily.

Fu Su frowned, pursed her lips, and flipped the egg to sear the other side until it was fragrant and crispy. Her tone was calm: “Good morning.”

Pei Wenjin was satisfied and gave a well-behaved smile. Her light chestnut pupils were watery and bright, as if carrying the morning dew.

Fu Su struggled a bit, then sighed helplessly: “If you do this, I won’t be…”

Before the word “convenient” could leave her mouth, Pei Wenjin quickly kissed her cheek again and then let go and ran away as if escaping. The house was filled with her hearty laughter.

“Susu, your face really smells so good!”

“This is a morning kiss!”

Fu Su looked down at the sizzling sticky rice sausages, nudging them gently with her chopsticks. She glanced sideways at the disobedient person sitting on the sofa, then raised her hand to touch her cheek. Her fingertip grazed it; the damp, soft sensation seemed to spread all the way from her cheek to the tip of her heart.

She brushed her hair back, passing over her earlobe; it was burning hot.

Her throat bobbed; she wanted to smoke again.

She had said last night not to do this kind of thing again, but Pei Wenjin didn’t listen. Instead, she listened very well when Fu Su said she could be as comfortable as she liked at home.

With two bare legs and only a thin shirt on her body, the ties weren’t even fastened properly, revealing a flickering silhouette. The braided hair added a sense of “hesitant desire” and youthful innocence.

Fu Su looked away, her expression cold. When Pei Wenjin came to hook her fingers, she pulled her hand back and bit into her buttered toast with an expressionless face, chewing slowly.

Pei Wenjin looked at her pitifully and rubbed her nose, an action that made her look a bit charmingly naive. She gave a soft: “Susu~”

Fu Su glanced at her.

Pei Wenjin immediately lowered her head to drink her porridge, grinding the red beans with her teeth and biting into a small, springy glutinous ball.

At this time, she was still wondering if Susu was angry and if she would divorce her.

But something had changed; it didn’t seem that serious.

She only had a tiny bit—about the size of a glutinous rice ball—of worry.

Pei Wenjin stuffed a salted egg yolk thin-skinned shaomai into her mouth, her cheeks bulging as she chewed. It was so delicious she squinted her eyes and swayed from side to side.

At that moment, a small white object suddenly slid into her view. Pei Wenjin froze, stopping her chewing, and turned her head to stare at it.

A blue light breathed slowly, and a crisp voice sounded.

“Su, starting from today, the cleaning time has been changed to seven o’clock, correct?”

“Mhm.” Fu Su’s lazy voice was low.

“Okay, then Meiyu will start cleaning now!”

Until the little robot ran far away, Pei Wenjin’s gaze was still following its backside.

“Have I seen it somewhere before?”

“Meiyu?”

Fu Su looked at her, pulled out a tissue to wipe her mouth, and explained calmly: “It started cleaning at four o’clock yesterday morning. You opened the door for it.”

“Me?”

Pei Wenjin wrinkled her nose, “Did that happen?”

“…” Fu Su withdrew her gaze and simply said: “From now on, it will clean at seven.”