I Woke Up and Found Myself Married to the Dean - Chapter 23.1

Chapter 23.1: I Belong to Si Nanyu.

“Si Nanyu…”

The moist eyes of the woman in her arms occupied Si Nanyu’s entire mind. Her throat tightened as she uncontrollably compared the real Wen Qingyan before her to the bold flashes of the woman she had imagined in her head.

They didn’t match. Because this Wen Qingyan was circling her with fair, slender arms and whispering her name with a soft, drunken murmur.

She was vivid, alluring, and utterly ambiguous.

“Right now.”

“Okay?” Her tone was soft and light, as if she were cast a spell.

Soft lips brushed accidentally against her cheek, making Si Nanyu’s heart race and her face flush every single time.

Too… too close!

So close that Si Nanyu could clearly see Wen Qingyan’s eyelashes fluttering and the redness at the corners of her eyes. That enticing little mole was devastatingly flirtatious. It ignited an unknown fire within Si Nanyu, a heat that surged upward and completely seized her senses.

With trembling hands—as if guided by an instinctual force—she reached out and caressed Wen Qingyan’s slender waist.

A soft “ying” sound came from Wen Qingyan, who was buried against her shoulder.

Si Nanyu pulled her closer, scooped her up, and carried her toward the bedroom. Every step was a struggle, however, because Wen Qingyan had become playful, rubbing Si Nanyu’s ear tips and cheeks from time to time. She treated Si Nanyu like a giant toy, showing no mercy. Despite the short distance and Wen Qingyan’s light weight, Si Nanyu broke into a sweat.

The door was nudged open. Si Nanyu gently placed the woman clinging to her onto the bed and wiped the sweat from her brow. In the next instant, she was hooked back onto the bed by Wen Qingyan.

Her breath was caught by a warm and fierce interruption.

In a flash, Wen Qingyan had positioned herself in a way that invited pursuit. Si Nanyu looked down and saw the red marks she had just left.

With hazy, drunken eyes, Wen Qingyan bit her lip and whispered her name: “Nanyu…”

Si Nanyu certainly wanted to continue, but Wen Qingyan suddenly sat up, wrapped her arms around Si Nanyu’s neck again, and pressed herself into her embrace. Wen Qingyan seemed to love this.

Si Nanyu cooperated, reaching out. As her gaze drifted upward, she was suddenly struck by something and froze.

This should be the room where she and Wen Qingyan lived after getting married. On the headboard, there was a photo—it looked like a wedding portrait.

However, the photo was covered by a blue cloth.

A sour, swelling feeling filled her chest. The more she looked, the more her rationality returned. Even Wen Qingyan, who had been clutching her, quieted down. Having drunk so much, Wen Qingyan was starting to get sleepy.

“Whew~” Si Nanyu let out a soft breath. She hooked her arms around Wen Qingyan’s neck, lifted her up, and gently laid her back on the bed. Wen Qingyan was already asleep, completely at her mercy.

But Si Nanyu didn’t dare move anymore.

She stared at the sleeping Wen Qingyan for a while, a flash of struggle in her eyes, before finally lifting the blue cloth.

Contrary to what she expected, it wasn’t a wedding photo underneath. Instead, it was…

Photos of her and Wen Qingyan from various periods of their lives.

She had seen a few of them on her cloud drive, but most were new to her. The photos seemed to be arranged chronologically. The first one was exactly the Wen Qingyan from Si Nanyu’s memories—wearing black-rimmed glasses. And this photo… was a candid shot she had taken.

It was from back when she had just started interacting with Wen Qingyan and was getting to know her. Following that was their group photo from high school graduation. Then… her and Wen Qingyan during their university days.

Their poses standing together weren’t as intimate as the later ones, but Si Nanyu could see she was laughing very happily, and Wen Qingyan looked similar. Wen Qingyan probably wasn’t one to show her emotions outwardly, so her smile was faint, but her eyes were full of tenderness.

These photos recorded almost all of their life together: their first group photo, their first trip, visits to the Great Wall, the Longmen Grottoes, and a road trip. Up until the road trip, there were fifty-two photos in total.

In the photos, Wen Qingyan’s smile was as bright as a flower. She was nothing like the cold, rigid person she was now. If it weren’t for her getting drunk this time, Si Nanyu would never have seen this side of her.

The ripples of passion vanished in an instant. Si Nanyu slid down to the side of the bed and hugged herself, her eyes filled with confusion and loss.

These ten years. What exactly did she and Wen Qingyan go through? What exactly had she lost? Could she… ever find it back?

Searching for answers, searching for answers, searching for answers… Si Nanyu hadn’t stopped doing this for the past half month. But it wasn’t just about her and Wen Qingyan. As someone who had lost ten years of memory, she wanted to find everything—including the truth about Wen Qingyan.

But how could it just “include” Wen Qingyan? Wen Qingyan was the answer she wanted to find most of all.

Si Nanyu’s gaze suddenly became determined. She turned her head to look at Wen Qingyan. She wasn’t sleeping as soundly as before; her brows were furrowed, her eyes were moving behind her lids, and her hand was unconsciously grasping at something…

Si Nanyu’s heart twinged. She slowly reached her hand out. Wen Qingyan’s reaction was fast—she grabbed Si Nanyu’s hand instantly, holding it very, very tight. Then she relaxed, rolled over, and pulled Si Nanyu’s arm into her embrace.

The posture was still quite intimate. A sense of peace filled Si Nanyu’s heart. She blinked, staring intently at Wen Qingyan’s face.

When the sunlight streamed in, Wen Qingyan irritably pulled the blanket over her head, but she was still woken up by a sense of discomfort. Her head was spinning, her body was weak—the classic reaction to a hangover.

With the waking came fragments of memory.

Her alcohol tolerance was usually okay, but her mood last night had been so poor that she’d gotten dizzy after only a few bottles. She seemed to… have dreamed of Si Nanyu.

Thinking of the rather “unhealthy” dream, Wen Qingyan bit her lip, her face turning pale. The discomfort behind her grew heavier. She turned sideways to look it was black hair.

Si Nanyu?

In an instant, her face turned from white to a deep red. If it wasn’t a dream… then she and Si Nanyu had… done it?

She felt the thin touch of her nightgown, but Wen Qingyan still looked down with uncertainty, her lips trembling. Her heart was a mess. If it were the Si Nanyu from a long time ago, she might not have felt much of anything. But she and Si Nanyu hadn’t been that intimate for a very, very long time. Whenever it happened, Si Nanyu was always the one to initiate. She…

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