Mistakenly Seen as a Scumbag by My Wife with Seven Personalities - Chapter 18

Amidst the swirling steam, Gu Fei kissed Qin Qingwei’s lips while carrying her softened wife to the nearby vanity counter.

She casually spread a bath towel beneath her and gently stroked the back of Qin Qingwei’s knees. Amidst Qingwei’s ragged breathing, Gu Fei gradually moved her kisses down to her collarbone.

“Mm…”

Under Gu Fei’s increasingly skillful techniques, Qin Qingwei couldn’t help but furrow her brows and let out a low, shallow gasp. Her palms instinctively kneaded the back of Gu Fei’s neck.

A flushed Qin Qingwei lowered her hazy gaze, her heart full of both tenderness and guilt toward Gu Fei. She assumed that during the days she had been “replaced” by Gu Yi, Gu Fei had been neglected and left lonely. Her eyelashes trembled slightly as she gave an almost imperceptible, gentle arch of her body.

Closing her eyes, she clung tightly to Gu Fei’s waist, her palms instinctively stroking Gu Fei’s back.

Completely immersed in her wife’s embrace, Gu Fei’s face was equally crimson. Feeling Qin Qingwei’s gentle soothing, she reached out to grope along the counter for a moment. Then, under Qin Qingwei’s cool, water-like gaze, she lightly captured her lips.

“Qingwei… is it too heavy?”

During intimacy, Qin Qingwei was always sparse with her emotions; no matter what Gu Fei did, she would accept it with complete gentleness. But today, Gu Fei wanted to hear her speak; she wanted to guide her to reveal her feelings.

Don’t keep everything bottled up inside.

Whether it was good or bad, praise or dissatisfaction, Gu Fei was willing to accept it all.

Gu Fei knew that Qin Qingwei did have the desire to speak. Just look at Pei Yao—she was always direct and clear about her emotions. If she was happy, she kissed her; if she was upset, she “beat” her.

Pei Yao was also Qin Qingwei, and Qin Qingwei was Pei Yao. She had a silent, enduring side, but she also had a straightforward, honest side. She could “tear herself apart,” but Gu Fei hoped to stay by her side and help her “piece herself back together.”

In the bathroom, so quiet that only the sound of water and breathing remained, Gu Fei kissed Qin Qingwei’s cheek and whispered questions into her ear. However, the only response she received was Qin Qingwei’s ragged breathing and burning, urgent kisses.

With a silent smile, Gu Fei’s kisses became even more lingering, but as her forearm moved, the strength she applied became slow and teasingly sluggish.

Soon, Qin Qingwei became uncontrollably restless under this deliberate torture. Her forehead rested against Gu Fei’s shoulder, and the legs hooked around Gu Fei’s waist tightened further.

“Xiao Fei… Xiao Fei…”

When she finally spoke, Qin Qingwei’s low, cool voice carried a hint of shame-filled urgency.

“I’m here, wife.”

Curving her lips to press a kiss to her forehead, Gu Fei looked down tenderly at the wife leaning so closely in her arms, unable to bear keeping her unsatisfied any longer.

It wasn’t until the session ended and Gu Fei prepared to carry the weak-legged Qin Qingwei back to bed that she felt her neck being hooked. In the bathroom, where the mist had yet to disperse, Gu Fei heard her low, cool voice whispering against her ear.

“Let’s do it again, Xiao Fei.”

By the time the two emerged from the bathroom, it was late into the night.

Walking toward the bed, Gu Fei noticed her right hand was trembling uncontrollably. She froze for a moment, but when Qin Qingwei turned back to look, Gu Fei instinctively let her hand drop to her side, pretending nothing was wrong.

While blushing at the memory of exactly how many finger cots they had used today, Gu Fei hugged Qin Qingwei from behind like a spoiled child.

“Wife, help me blow-dry my hair, okay?”

“Okay.”

Qin Qingwei, noticing nothing amiss, responded gently and led Gu Fei to sit before the dressing table.

As Qin Qingwei’s fingertips wove through her hair along with the warm airflow of the dryer, Gu Fei wrapped her left arm around Qingwei’s waist, burying her head affectionately against her abdomen. In reality, she was secretly using her left hand to massage her right hand, which she was struggling to lift.

However, due to her posture, her trembling right hand kept unintentionally brushing against Qin Qingwei’s lower back.

At first, Qin Qingwei thought Gu Fei was just being clumsy, but as she felt Gu Fei’s fingertips moving against her back repeatedly, her cool expression couldn’t help but take on a slight flush.

Looking down at Gu Fei, who was buried against her abdomen with her eyes closed as if resting peacefully, a blushing Qin Qingwei bit her lip and softly clicked off the hair dryer.

A few heartbeats later, while Gu Fei was still dedicatedly massaging her own hand, she heard Qin Qingwei’s low, melodic voice above her, full of shame and a touch of uncertainty.

“Xiao Fei, do youstill want more?”

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