My Clingy Fiancée Is Forcing Me to Marry Her Again - Chapter 25.2

In one aspect, she and Scum A were the same: a bit vain, and utterly determined to save face.

The conversation suddenly paused. Though the sensitive topic had stopped, the information contained within it quickly fermented in the silence. The air abruptly became ambiguous, and this ambiguity drew out the longing in both their hearts.

Li Fangge pretended to be calm, but her mind was wandering. She didn’t dare look at Guan Xiaoyu’s mouth anymore.

Guan Xiaoyu’s face was still so red, and her gaze seemed misplaced. She’d only been standing for a few minutes, yet she started shifting her ankles unnaturally, saying, “Ah, I’m so tired. I can’t stand anymore, my feet hurt so much. Could Sister Li make a little room for me?”

Li Fangge was sitting cross-legged on the edge of the bed, leaning back on her hands, definitely taking up a lot of space.

Even though she heard Guan Xiaoyu’s words, she remained indifferent.

She looked up, her gaze meeting Guan Xiaoyu’s cherry-red lips.

As if her hand had been burned, she quickly lowered her eyes, then silently shuffled inward. “Sister warns you, don’t try anything funny!”

“Pfft—” Li Fangge’s miserable expression made Guan Xiaoyu burst into laughter.

“What are you laughing at?”

“It seems I really am a flood beast.”

“You really are—”

Li Fangge recalled the day they first met.

Who would dare say the delicate one wasn’t a flood beast?

This woman might be delicate, but the influence of her pheromones was anything but delicate.

“Sister Li, you sleep. I promise I won’t do anything to you.”

Guan Xiaoyu sat down smilingly, the redness on her face having subsided a little.

“To be honest, with you staring at me like that, Sister can’t sleep.”

“In that case, is Sister inviting me to sleep with you? I’d be very willing.”

Saying this, Guan Xiaoyu kicked off her shoes without question and climbed onto the bed, giggling.

Li Fangge truly admired her line of thought.

Wouldn’t a normal person hearing that be understanding and back off?

Oh, but she wasn’t a normal person; she was her fiancée, the clingy fiancée who had long wanted to remove the last barrier between them.

If she pushed her away now, the delicate one would surely accuse her of finding her repulsive again.

Forget it, forget it. If they sleep together, they sleep together. After all, though the beginning was chaotic, in the end—

Li Fangge recalled last time; just as the delicate one said, she had actually slept quite soundly.

Some things are just inexplicable.

She silently threw a pillow to Guan Xiaoyu, then quickly turned her back and lay on her side. “No talking while we sleep.”

Yes, it was better not to talk. Li Fangge felt her willpower was already hanging by a thread.

“Just one last sentence, Sister, could you not turn your back on me? I can’t see you like this.”

Li Fangge suddenly pulled the blanket over herself and wrapped up.

Sigh! A gentle sigh came from outside the blanket. “When will the freedom to gaze upon Sister at will finally be achieved?!”

Pitiful, mournful, sad, wronged, dissatisfied…

Li Fangge refused to soften her heart.

“Sister Li, I really want to hear you sing.”

It wasn’t playing the piano, surprisingly!

Li Fangge was perplexed. Scum A’s singing was absolutely fine, of course.

Her voice was identical to Li Fangge’s, and singing was also easy for her.

But compared to singing, Scum A preferred piano performance.

Hearing Guan Xiaoyu say this, Li Fangge suddenly remembered that it had been a long time—

No, ever since she transmigrated, she hadn’t sung again. A homesickness-like melancholy washed over her instantly, making sleep impossible.

“Why do you suddenly want to hear a song?” Li Fangge’s voice was muffled from inside the blanket.

“Sister, please note, I didn’t suddenly want to hear a song, but I’ve always wanted to hear Sister sing. It’s just that I haven’t had the chance since Sister graduated.

“Speaking of which, Sister Li might not believe it, but when I first heard Sister’s piano playing, I thought there could be no more beautiful sound in the world, until that New Year before you graduated—

“Whenever I recall Sister’s singing, I feel so happy I want to cry. If Sister’s piano playing is the moonlight of the full moon, I think Sister’s singing must be the sunshine that all life relies on to grow.

“Everyone says Sister will eventually achieve global fame with her piano playing, but I think, if Sister were willing to sing, your voice would comfort even more souls.

“I’ve always believed that Sister’s singing is her greatest innate talent. In comparison, Sister’s piano playing is merely a flower without fragrance, while Sister’s singing is a secluded orchid in an empty valley.”

In the past, countless articles praised Li Fangge’s singing,

But no one had ever spoken to her heart quite like Guan Xiaoyu.

The reason she was determined to debut as a singer, even to the point of breaking with her father, was because she firmly believed that good music could express emotions outward and comfort the soul inward—

“It’s such a shame. Sister doesn’t play the piano anymore, and she hasn’t sung—I guess not at all, right?”

Guan Xiaoyu sounded deeply regretful here and didn’t speak again.

Silence fell in the bedroom.

Li Fangge slowly pulled the thin blanket off her body and turned over.

Just as she expected, Guan Xiaoyu’s eyes were wide open, staring at her unblinkingly.

She was probably recalling the song Scum A sang at the New Year’s gala during her senior year of high school.

“How regretful is it that Sister doesn’t sing?”

“This world should have become more beautiful because of Sister’s singing—”

“You’re too sweet—like honey!”

“Does Sister want to taste it? Maybe it’s even sweeter than honey!”

Guan Xiaoyu smiled mischievously, her red eyes also possessing a unique kind of charm.

“Listening to a song and kissing—if you can only choose one—”

“Of course, without a doubt, it’s listening to Sister Li sing.”

Guan Xiaoyu was so excited that her face flushed with a delicate pink again, a pink that overshadowed the brightest peach blossoms of spring.

Li Fangge stared for a moment, lost in thought, and then said blankly, “Sister hasn’t sung in a long time.”

She was lying. Her last concert was barely a week ago.

She had considered going back to her old profession in this world. She wouldn’t even need to bother with creating new works; just bringing her past music to this world would, she believed, bring one musical feast after another.

But she was a little weary of the way the glamour of the stage encroached upon her personal life.

In any world, a celebrity’s life loses its privacy due to excessive attention.

Given the chance to restart her life, she wondered if it was necessary to dedicate most of her life to musical art as she had before—

“So, is Sister rejecting me?”

Li Fangge felt that Guan Xiaoyu was often willful when she should be understanding, and then surprisingly understanding when she could be willful.

“No, it’s not a rejection.”

Li Fangge sat up. She cleared her throat and chose the first song from her first album: “Chasing the Sun.”

Li Fangge composed the music and lyrics before her debut.

This was a mandatory song on her global tour setlist.

Now, though her voice lacked the impulsiveness and passion she had when discussing her ideals as a teenager, it sounded calmer and more effortless, clearer and more pleasant to the ear, and more closely woven with the listener’s heart.

Guan Xiaoyu also sat up as a sign of respect.

They were about a meter apart.

Li Fangge tucked her loose hair behind her ear and began to sing.

As the song began, the moon seemed instantly summoned to the scene, its clear, beautiful light pouring down…

During the chorus, the sunlight quietly broke through the window. The gray-toned room became radiant, and everything within it shone brightly in her voice.

As she sang, she seemed to transform into a compassionate Bodhisattva, giving life to everything.

She sang of the moon having an ideal, of the moon thriving because of that ideal; she sang of the moon standing shoulder to shoulder with the sun, of the sun and moon shining together…

When she stopped, Li Fangge noticed that Guan Xiaoyu was, as expected, crying.

Her tears were streaming down like a small brook. Li Fangge worried that she would cry herself dry.

“If you cry like that, Sister won’t dare to sing for you anymore.”

“I knew Sister Li was the best!”

Guan Xiaoyu pounced on her, hugging Li Fangge tightly.

“Hey!” Li Fangge tried to push her away. “You’re doing that, Sister can’t breathe.”

“Sister Li—” Guan Xiaoyu whispered into her ear, “Besides the day I first met you, today is the happiest day of my life.”

“I smell the faint scent of orange blossoms—”

“Ahhh—” Guan Xiaoyu hurriedly released Li Fangge. “Sister Li, I’m sorry, I got excited again.”

She slid off the bed, slipped on her slippers, and clattered away.

“Sister Li, I’m going to take an inhibitor first! I’ll be back.”

Li Fangge watched her sprint away without even wiping her tears and burst out laughing.

The delicate one clearly had the opportunity to push her down just now but didn’t.

Just as she had said, if Li Fangge wasn’t ready, she would wait.

Li Fangge knew it wasn’t that the delicate one didn’t want to, but that even though her pheromones were at a disadvantage, and even though Li Fangge was at a low point, she absolutely refused to take on the posture of a superior and instead gave her full respect.

This respect was different from her infatuation; while infatuation might contain expectations, this respect entirely stemmed from her noble character.

The delicate one was becoming increasingly adorable.

Coming back to herself, Li Fangge thought she should also take an inhibitor. One could never be too careful with Guan Xiaoyu’s pheromones.

She was afraid that when the delicate one returned, the one who would lose control and be unable to restrain herself would be her—