Mistakenly Seen as a Scumbag by My Wife with Seven Personalities - Chapter 26

Teacher, Just Once. Without speaking, Song Yanran raised her hand to cover.

Without speaking, Song Yanran raised her hand to cover her reddened eyes, her chest rising and falling slightly from a heartbeat so intense it was impossible to hide.

Just as Gu Fei began to think she was being silently rejected by her wife, she heard a low, slow, and trembling voice.

“You don’t have to ask me.”

As her words landed, the dark room quickly fell back into silence. Only the shallow, rhythmic breathing of the two women remained, rising and falling in an ambiguous and lingering cadence.

Blushing, Gu Fei moved closer into her embrace and looked up to press a light kiss against her jaw.

“Thank you, Teacher.”

“…”

Song Yanran silently gripped the bedsheet beneath her.

Rising slightly, Gu Fei propped herself up on her side, her palm resting near Song Yanran’s loosened collar. When her fingertips brushed against that thin shoulder strap, Gu Fei heard Song Yanran’s breathing become even more erratic.

Her lips moved; she instinctively wanted to offer some comforting words, but remembering what Song Yanran had just said, she silently swallowed them.

Gu Fei’s long fingers slowly retracted. She hesitated with a bit of shyness before leaning down. Her lips lightly brushed against the soft fabric, and the palm supporting her was suddenly gripped tightly by Song Yanran.

A silent smile curved Gu Fei’s lips. She followed the lead of those fingers, slowly interlocking them until they were tightly bound.

The fabric grew damp.

Gu Fei’s cheek was almost buried deep in Song Yanran’s embrace. Even without touching her wife’s bare skin, Gu Fei couldn’t help but blush. Her right hand remained light and restrained, resting on Song Yanran’s waist without wandering.

But even this was almost more than Song Yanran could bear. She could feel every single breath Gu Fei took. As the fabric pressed against her skin, the heat in her face continued to climb.

“Are you finished?” After a long while, she pushed gently at Gu Fei’s shoulder and asked in a low voice.

Pursing her lips, Gu Fei looked up at her with a flushed face and whispered, “I haven’t even started yet, Teacher…”

She had only been tasting the outer layer of clothing for a while; she hadn’t touched any other part of her wife yet.

“…”

Song Yanran’s eyelashes trembled as she opened her eyes to look at her. Beneath her calm facade was a sense of shame and an introverted interrogation.

They stared at each other in silence. Gu Fei lowered her head and cautiously squeezed her fingertips.

“I’m afraid if I’m too direct… you’ll be repulsed.”

“…” Song Yanran was speechless.

“…I won’t be.”

After a long time, only when Gu Fei became so anxious that she unconsciously tightened her grip on her fingers, did Song Yanran turn her head away and respond in a low voice.

Watching her quiet, gentle face in the darkness, Gu Fei couldn’t resist leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of her mouth. Then, in the moment Song Yanran was stunned, she softly captured her lips.

“Teacher Song is so good to me.”

Her eyelashes wouldn’t stop fluttering. Song Yanran gripped the fabric at Gu Fei’s shoulder. Even though her heart was racing so hard her breath hitched for a few moments, she remained restrained, refusing to make a single sound.

Gu Fei’s kisses moved lightly down from her lips—to her jaw, to her collarbone. And then back to that patch of fabric Gu Fei had bitten damp just moments ago.

The shoulder strap was gently pulled down by her teeth. As their noses brushed, the Rose finally revealed itself slightly.

Gu Fei watched in the darkness, and with Song Yanran’s silent permission, she leaned in with reddened ears. Her body was trembling involuntarily as Song Yanran gripped Gu Fei’s shoulders tightly.

It wasn’t until Gu Fei, lost in the moment, instinctively pressed her knee upward that Song Yanran let out a low, soft gasp, her eyes reddening at the corners.

“Gu… Gu Fei…”

She slowly opened her eyes, feeling weak. The corners of her eyes were almost moist with emotion. “Don’t… do that…”

Her body shifted back slightly, and the Rose followed suit, moving away. Gu Fei, her face flushed, lay at her side, unable to help herself from pressing light kisses onto her wrist.

“I want to touch you, Teacher…”

Song Yanran didn’t speak, her face burning. She reached out and pulled the thin quilt up over them, covering her slightly open bodice. “…You can’t.”

It wasn’t until Gu Fei’s kisses had moved from her wrist to the crook of her neck that Song Yanran gave a soft rejection.

“…Mmh.” Buried in her neck, Gu Fei let out a submissive, somewhat disappointed hum, her eyelashes lowered.

Biting her lip, Song Yanran looked at her. After hesitating for a long time, she reached out and gently stroked her cheek. “Let’s sleep.”

Obediently, Gu Fei closed her eyes and didn’t move, merely reaching out under the covers to hug her waist. “Is it okay to sleep like this?”

“…Yes.” Feeling the shallow, hot breath against her neck, Song Yanran responded softly. If she didn’t agree, she was worried Gu Fei would be too sad to sleep tonight.

Although Gu Fei hadn’t said it, Song Yanran could see the hidden vulnerability and sadness in her.

Minutes ticked by, but neither woman in the bed felt sleepy. One was unsatisfied; the other was weighed down by heavy thoughts.

When she once again noticed Gu Fei placing light, slow kisses on her neck, Song Yanran eyes closed, let her lips curve into an almost imperceptible smile.

“Can you tell me what’s making you unhappy?”

“Oh…” Gu Fei, who thought her wife had long since fallen asleep, looked up at her with bashfulness and surprise.

But Song Yanran didn’t look back; she kept her eyes closed, her expression calm. Gu Fei looked at her slightly pursed red lips and thought for a while before speaking softly.

“Did Teacher see the director in charge of the ad shoot today?”

“No.”

After waiting a long time, Song Yanran only received this mundane question. She thought Gu Fei was unwilling to share her true thoughts with her. Pursing her lips to suppress the discomfort in her heart, she responded coldly with her eyes shut.

Then, just as Gu Fei was about to speak again, she turned her back to her, interrupting in a cold voice. “It’s late. Sleep.”

“…Oh.”

Feeling a bit aggrieved as her plans for a late-night heart-to-heart were cut short, Gu Fei responded softly. She lay on her side behind Song Yanran, finding the “lonely pillow” difficult to sleep on.

However, after a few seconds, Gu Fei tentatively reached out and wrapped her arms around Song Yanran’s waist from behind, explaining in a low voice.

“That director knows my sister, and she also knows I have a girlfriend…”

“Are you worried your sister will discover the relationship between you and Qin Qingwei?”

Song Yanran’s heart stirred slightly. She spoke in a calm tone, eyes still closed.

“…Mmh…” Gu Fei nodded hesitantly, though that wasn’t her only concern.

“You can rest assured; I won’t engage in any intimate behavior with you in public,” Song Yanran replied, her voice devoid of any particular emotion.

Gu Fei’s lips curved into a silent smile. She raised her hand and began tracing light circles on Song Yanran’s back, whispering softly.

“Of course, I’m assured. After all, Teacher Song isn’t very intimate with me in bed, either…”

“…You, just now…”

Her brow furrowed slightly, and Song Yanran instinctively started to protest, only to realize the moment she spoke that she had fallen for Gu Fei’s trick. She was being teased on purpose.

“Just now was with Teacher Song’s permission…” Gu Fei’s voice sounded innocent as she leaned against her shoulder. When her gaze lowered, she couldn’t help but let it fall upon the skin that wasn’t entirely covered.

“Teacher, are we dating right now?”

Just as Song Yanran, feeling both flustered and helpless, was prepared to ignore her and go to sleep, she heard Gu Fei whisper in her ear.

With her eyelashes trembling, Song Yanran denied it in a low voice. “No.”

“Why…” Gu Fei pursed her lips in a crestfallen protest. Faced with Song Yanran’s deliberate cold shoulder, she felt a bit frustrated and reached out slightly under the covers.

“Gu Fei…” Song Yanran caught her wrist, her voice laced with uncontrollable embarrassment and annoyance.

“Be my girlfriend, Teacher Song.”

Without loosening her grip, Gu Fei blushed and held her from behind, speaking softly. “Say yes to me, okay? Please…”

“…You’re a rogue.”

Never having expected Gu Fei to treat her this way, Song Yanran frowned and closed her eyes, asking in an extremely cold voice, “Do you want me to be the third party between you and Qin Qingwei?”

“…No.”

Gu Fei froze, momentarily at a loss for words, her face flushing crimson. They’re all my wife; how could there be a third party…

Song Yanran glanced at her silently, sat up to fix her collar, and turned on the light with a cold expression, preparing to get out of bed.

“Where are you going?” Gu Fei asked, panicked, grabbing her fingertips.

“…The bathroom.”

Song Yanran had intended to say she was going to sleep on the sofa, but seeing the look of utter helplessness in Gu Fei’s eyes, she couldn’t bring herself to say it.

“…Oh.”

It wasn’t until the sound of the shower started in the bathroom that Gu Fei, sitting dazed on the bed, finally snapped out of it. Song Yanran hadn’t been indifferent to the passion earlier.

The memory of Song Yanran’s question resurfaced, and Gu Fei sighed, her face turning red. She wondered how on earth she could date her wife legitimately.

Lowering her head, she rubbed the ring on the base of her finger. Her gaze drifted and landed on the pieces of lingerie on the sofa.

Maybe… I should try seduction.

Kneeling on the bed and turning slightly, Gu Fei studied the silver chain on her body in the mirror. This chain seemed to be the one her wife wore yesterday; Gu Fei had seen it in the closet while looking for clothes. She guessed Fu Jinxi might have brought it in her suitcase. Regardless… it certainly wasn’t Song Yanran’s.

Kneeling shyly on the bed while waiting for Song Yanran to emerge from the bathroom, Gu Fei’s face was already flushed beyond recognition.

Click.

As the bathroom door opened softly, Gu Fei instinctively looked up.

“I’ll sleep on the so—”

During her shower, Song Yanran had decided to keep her distance from Gu Fei from now on. However, the moment she saw Gu Fei, the words died in her throat. Her fingers silently tightened around the towel she was using to dry her hair. Song Yanran turned her gaze away, her face a deep shade of crimson.

“What… are you doing?”

“…We agreed on an equal exchange, Teacher Song.” Gu Fei looked at her, equally shy and feeling as if she were about to steam, as she replied softly.

Song Yanran glanced at her out of the corner of her eye. Her gaze fell upon Gu Fei’s fair and beautiful figure, but she also saw the silver ring on her finger. Pursing her lips tightly, Song Yanran slowly walked to her side.

“Teacher Song, help me take some photos.” Gu Fei, thinking her wife had been successfully enticed, suppressed her shyness and spoke with a shallow smile.

“…Okay.”

Her voice sounded somewhat dry. Song Yanran set aside her towel and leaned down, pausing for a moment before reaching for Gu Fei’s phone.

She held the phone but didn’t rush to press the shutter. Instead, she watched Gu Fei through the viewfinder, her expression gentle as she reached out to adjust a few stray strands of hair on Gu Fei’s shoulder. Gu Fei took the opportunity to catch her fingertips.

“If Teacher Song takes photos like this for me, will your girlfriend mind?”

“…I don’t have a girlfriend.” Song Yanran looked at her and responded in a low voice, her brow slightly furrowed.

Meeting her gaze with a smile, Gu Fei wrapped her arms around Song Yanran’s waist, drawing her directly into her embrace. “Then how about I be Teacher Song’s girlfriend? I’ll be very obedient.”

“No…”

With the corners of her eyes reddening from restraint, Song Yanran buried her face in Gu Fei’s shoulder and silently closed her eyes.

Gu Fei saw her struggle. Feeling a bit of heartache at seeing her wife in pain, she bit her lip, thinking perhaps she shouldn’t be in such a hurry to define the relationship.

However, just as Gu Fei decided to change the subject, Song Yanran suddenly kissed her. As she was pushed back onto the bed, Gu Fei heard Song Yanran murmur in her ear.

“Just this once…”

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