Mistakenly Seen as a Scumbag by My Wife with Seven Personalities - Chapter 27

Teacher, The Second Time…

The silver chain fell silently to the floor.

The thin, silky nightgown followed, layering right on top of it.

Gu Fei lay in the center of the bed, tightly embracing Song Yanran’s waist, burying herself in the crook of her neck with soft kisses as her palms finally felt what they had long desired.

Because the decision to shower had been made in such a rush, Song Yanran hadn’t brought any spare clothes. Her black lingerie set remained in the bathroom, leaving her with only that thin nightgown.

Gu Fei could practically feel exactly how her wife was…

Song Yanran’s face had long since turned a deep shade of crimson under her ministrations. Yet, after closing her eyes and waiting for a long time, she realized Gu Fei remained on the periphery, seemingly having no intention of proceeding further.

“Gu Fei…”

She whispered her name in the darkness. Though she didn’t say it explicitly, the sense of urgency was clearly perceived by Gu Fei.

Raising her head slightly, her face flushed, Gu Fei leaned in and whispered a shy negotiation into her ear.

“Teacher, if I use my mouth, does it count as ‘one time’?”

Song Yanran’s fingertips suddenly gripped Gu Fei’s shoulders. Her eyelashes trembled as she met her gaze, her eyes filled with an undeniable mix of tension and shame.

“How are you going to use your mouth.”

“…Like this…”

Whispering a few words into her ear, Gu Fei suppressed her shyness and continued to bargain. “If I do a good job, will Teacher reward me with one more time later?”

“…”

Her lips moved, but Song Yanran’s face was too hot for words. However, Gu Fei wouldn’t misunderstand her wife this time.

Silence was permission.

With a silent smile, Gu Fei pressed a kiss to her cheek. Her hot lips gradually disappeared from Song Yanran’s neckline.

Because she had promised her wife a “kiss” last time, Gu Fei had looked up some information online. She discovered that with the right technique, the effect seemed to be even better. Coupled with the fact that her wife had mentioned trying it secretly while she was asleep… these pieces of theoretical and practical evidence made Gu Fei feel it would be a worthy attempt.

It wouldn’t hurt Qin Qingwei’s recovering body, and it would provide release. Plus, the risk of infection would be minimal.

Though she had brushed her teeth before getting into bed, Gu Fei still felt a surge of nerves as she gently pulled away that layer of fabric. She poked her head out from under the quilt and spoke shyly.

“Teacher, I want some water…”

Her calves shifted slightly. After a few breaths, Song Yanran, slowly calming her racing heart, reached out with a red face and clicked on the bedside lamp. After making eye contact with Gu Fei, she pursed her lips and looked away, leaning over to try and pick up the nightgown that had fallen at some point.

Noticing the movement, Gu Fei looked over and pressed her hand against Song Yanran’s knee.

“Teacher, don’t go. I don’t need it anymore…”

She had originally thought there was water by the bed; when she slept with Qin Qingwei, her wife always habitually left two glasses of water there. While silently noting the different living habits of each personality, Gu Fei ducked back under the covers with a burning face.

In the dark, quiet space, Gu Fei lost all track of time, immersed entirely in her wife’s rose fragrance. At the same time, she didn’t forget to keep working hard to earn her next “opportunity.”

Even though her cheeks were flushed from the lack of air, she leaned in closer, terrified that Song Yanran wouldn’t be satisfied.

She was still lost in the moment.

Song Yanran’s waist and legs, however, had long since grown weak and limp. Yet she was unwilling to make a sound and couldn’t bear to reject Gu Fei. She could only persevere through the exhaustion, her eyes reddening at the corners…

Finally, Gu Fei emerged from under the covers, her forehead beaded with sweat. She lay in Song Yanran’s arms, panting lightly while looking up to carefully study her wife’s expression.

But the moment she came out, Song Yanran had already covered her face with the back of her hand. Gu Fei could only see her moist lips, her slender fair fingers, and…

Blinking, Gu Fei moved even closer.

Probably because Gu Fei had spent the whole time under the covers, Song Yanran hadn’t turned the light off midway. This gave Gu Fei a clear view of the shallow teeth marks on her palm.

“Teacher Song… why did you bite yourself?”

She reached out to touch her palm, leaning down with heartache to press a kiss onto the teeth marks. When her lips touched Song Yanran’s hand, the woman—who had been silent with her eyes closed—shuddered. Her face, which had just begun to cool, flushed crimson again at whatever thought crossed her mind.

Gu Fei watched the rising blush on her face and then looked back at the location of the teeth marks. Soon, she arrived at the answer all on her own.

“Did I do a good job, Teacher Song?”

Gu Fei leaned into her embrace, whispering with a shy, silent smile. Her wife must be very satisfied; she had bitten her own hand red just to hold back her voice.

Panting silently, Song Yanran slowly opened her eyes and glanced at her. When she saw the moisture on the tip of Gu Fei’s nose, her eyelashes fluttered.

“You… go rinse your mouth.”

“…Oh.”

Obediently standing up, Gu Fei picked up Song Yanran’s nightgown from the floor and draped it over herself. Just as she prepared to walk to the bathroom, she turned back and knelt by the bedside, her face red.

“Won’t Teacher come with me?”

“…”

Silently feeling the messy state of the sheets beneath her, Song Yanran pursed her lips, her face burning.

“You go first.”

“Let’s go together, Teacher.”

Seeing that she had no strength left, Gu Fei smiled silently, lifted the quilt, and pulled her into her arms.

Song Yanran instinctively wrapped her arms around Gu Fei’s neck, a flash of shyness and tenderness crossing her eyes. However, as her gaze lowered and she accidentally saw Gu Fei’s palm supporting the back of her knees, her brow twitched.

That ring was a constant reminder to Song Yanran that she was stealing her girlfriend from Qin Qingwei.

The hotel bathtub was spacious enough for both of them. Gu Fei sat behind Song Yanran, bowing her head to place lingering pecks on her exquisite neck and shoulders, her palms habitually brushing through the undulating water. Her fingertips rose and fell within the ripples, and from time to time, the silver ring would flash in the light.

Song Yanran watched with an unreadable expression, her palms pressing against the edge of the tub so hard her knuckles turned white.

When Gu Fei realized it was getting late and tried to carry her back to bed, Song Yanran pressed down on her palm.

“The second time. Let’s do it now.”

“Now?…” Gu Fei blushed instinctively, surprised. “Teacher, dawn is almost here, let’s save it for next time.”

But Song Yanran simply stared at her with such intensity that the suppressed emotions deep in her eyes made Gu Fei freeze.

“After this time, let’s never see each other again,” Song Yanran whispered, leaning in to press a light kiss against Gu Fei’s lips. “Gu Fei, I won’t share a girlfriend with other personalities.”

“I…” Gu Fei’s mind went blank, and she tried to explain, but Song Yanran didn’t want to hear it.

“If I had appeared before Qin Qingwei, I would have definitely been your girlfriend.” She whispered as she rubbed the ring on Gu Fei’s finger, leaning down to press a restrained kiss onto her fingertip.

Amidst the shimmering water, she held Gu Fei’s hand…

As Gu Fei instinctively supported her soft, weakened waist, Song Yanran leaned into her embrace with reddened eyes and whispered, “At least, I am the first one to have felt both… right?”

Gu Fei’s heart felt constricted. She pressed her lips tight and said nothing, only staring down at the swaying reflections in the water.

“What about the tutoring? Are we stopping that too?”

“…Mmh,” Song Yanran responded in a low voice, biting her lip to endure a sensation quite different from before.

“Will you never see me again in the future?” Gu Fei asked, her wrist remaining still.

“…The other personalities will accompany you,” Song Yanran comforted her softly, suppressing the bitterness in her heart.

“But I want you to accompany me too.” Gu Fei raised her hand to stroke Song Yanran’s jaw, looking at her with reddened eyes. “We’ve already done this much; Teacher Song can’t just abandon me after being so intimate.”

With that, Gu Fei moved her wrist. Song Yanran’s waist went limp, and she slumped into her arms.

“If bullying me makes you feel better, you can… do as you please,” Song Yanran whispered against her chest.

“…Clearly, you’re the one bullying me.” Gu Fei shot her an aggrieved look, pulled her wrist back with a frown, and carried Song Yanran directly back to the bed.

Under Song Yanran’s complex gaze, Gu Fei grabbed a pillow and walked toward the sofa alone.

“Since you don’t want to see me, let’s start now.”

Curled up on the sofa, Gu Fei muttered softly to herself. When Song Yanran reached to turn off the light, Gu Fei stopped her.

“Can we keep it on? I’m afraid of the dark.”

Whenever her wife wasn’t around, she always slept with the light on. Though her wife was physically present now, it felt no different from her being absent. At the thought of being “abandoned,” Gu Fei felt incredibly wronged.

Meeting Song Yanran’s eyes, she paused and added politely in a low voice, “I’ll have to trouble Teacher Song.”

“…It’s no trouble.” With a complicated heart, Song Yanran lay on her side in bed, feeling physically and mentally drained. Part of it was due to Gu Fei’s proactive distancing, and the other part was due to the sudden withdrawal of Gu Fei’s touch.

Watching Gu Fei curled up on the sofa, Song Yanran’s lips twitched in a self-mocking smile, mocking her own self-inflicted misery. She was the one who proposed keeping their distance, yet now that Gu Fei was doing exactly as she asked, she found herself craving the intimacy she had just pushed away.

Under the weight of both physical and psychological exhaustion, Song Yanran closed her eyes but couldn’t sleep.

Eventually, Gu Fei rose silently from the sofa. Hearing the sound, Song Yanran’s brow moved. She wanted to open her eyes, but as the footsteps drew closer, she instinctively lightened her breathing and pretended to sleep.

Gu Fei squatted silently in front of her. Watching Song Yanran’s trembling eyelashes, her aggrieved mood suddenly improved. She thought her wife was truly made of stone, but it turned out she was suffering from insomnia too.

Gu Fei let out a silent chuckle. She pulled a tube of ointment from the drawer. She had originally intended to apply the medicine gently while her wife slept, but looking at Song Yanran’s “sleeping” face, she pursed her lips and, with a blush, lifted the quilt directly.

Despite the significant movement, Song Yanran didn’t budge. Gu Fei laughed softly and placed her hand on her waist. Song Yanran’s breathing grew erratic, yet she still didn’t open her eyes.

Watching her impressive acting skills, Gu Fei’s heart stirred. As the cool ointment touched Song Yanran’s skin, Gu Fei spoke in a low voice, as if talking to herself.

“Since Teacher Song doesn’t want to see me, I’ll just come secretly while she’s sleeping from now on… She won’t find out anyway.”

As those words landed, Song Yanran couldn’t help but shudder. And the ointment was melted once again.

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