Pretty Wife Insists I Live Off Her - Chapter 61

Chapter 61: Then Let’s Wait Until Everything is Ready.

The soft, shy wife, shrinking in her arms and clumsily seducing Yue Lei—her heart hammered fast. Her mind felt blank and utterly chaotic. Worried she had heard wrong, Yue Lei swallowed, pretending not to understand: “Xiao Xue, what did you say? What do you want?”

Mo Yingxue had finally mustered the courage to be the aggressor, only for her efforts to be met with a lack of understanding.

Her eyes welled up with mist, and her ears, cheeks, and the tip of her nose flushed pink. She kept her head down and didn’t speak, just gently panted in Yue Lei’s arms, occasionally stealing a look at her.

Seeing her like this, Yue Lei instantly understood everything. She bit her lip, genuinely surprised that her wife had desire for her too.

She felt that if she held back any longer, she wouldn’t be a living, breathing woman in the prime of her life.

Yue Lei used all her willpower not to immediately tackle her wife. She pulled her over to the sofa; she felt dizzy just standing there.

Yue Lei looked at the ceiling, not daring to meet her wife’s eyes.

Her voice was strained, and she felt like she was wilting: “Xiao Xue, I think I know what you mean, but… but can we wait a little longer?”

“Wait for what? Sis, you smell so good…” The more she resisted, the more Mo Yingxue wanted her.

Her mind, besides the sensual thoughts, was mixed with a conquering urge—”The more you refuse, the more I want it”—and the pleasure of releasing her darker side in front of her lover.

Mo Yingxue threw herself completely into her arms, batting her dewy, dark eyes. She looked at her while sniffing her neck. Yue Lei wanted to escape, but she couldn’t.

Mo Yingxue wouldn’t let her go, and on the other hand, her body and brain completely refused to carry her away.

She racked her brain and finally gave a dry response: “We… we use the same brand of shower gel and shampoo. You chose them, so of course it smells good.”

“No. Besides those manufactured scents, Sis has a special scent that I really, really like. It’s your scent.

Smelling it makes me feel so safe. I think it’s okay. I want it… give it to me, Sis…” Mo Yingxue chuckled softly, radiating a springtime happiness.

Seeing no action after a long while, her hand restlessly slipped under Yue Lei’s clothes.

Yue Lei clearly felt her wife’s hand crossing the line, fumbling awkwardly behind her to unhook her bra. She didn’t understand what possessed this girl today to seduce her so intently.

But she knew it was broad daylight, the living room was a public area, and Wang Ma hadn’t clocked out and could appear at any moment… so no matter what, they absolutely couldn’t get up to mischief here!

Yue Lei gently pulled her up and kissed her eyes.

She unconsciously tightened her grip on her clothes: “Xiao Xue, I know what you want… Honestly, I love you very, very much, and I have those thoughts about you too, but… but we haven’t made any preparations. We haven’t bought what we need, and I’m afraid of hurting you…”

“Really?” Mo Yingxue tilted her head: “What do we need to prepare?”

In the previous life, she was too shy about these things, so she never paid close attention to what Yue Lei prepared.

“Just things like finger cots, lubricant, and stuff…” For Yue Lei, those things were as simple as breathing. She raised her hand to look: “I also need to trim my nails…”

Mo Yingxue finally understood. She wasn’t refusing. It was just some small logistical issues preventing them from doing it right now. She nodded, released Yue Lei, sat up to straighten her clothes, and smiled: “Okay. Then let’s wait until everything is ready.”

Yue Lei let out a sigh of relief, feeling like she had barely regained the upper hand. In the next second, Mo Yingxue picked up her phone and said openly: “Tell me what to buy.”

Yue Lei held a hand to her forehead, genuinely helpless: “Let me buy it, Xiao Xue. These things get constantly recommended after you buy them once. Don’t let them clutter your homepage.”

During the few days it took for the delivery to arrive, both of them tacitly avoided the subject. However, when they slept in each other’s arms at night, it was no longer as innocent as before.

Every kiss overflowed with burning love. Everything that should and shouldn’t be seen or touched had been done—all that was left was the final step.

On the day the delivery arrived, Mo Yingxue was out on an errand. She said she’d be back in the afternoon, so Yue Lei unpacked the package herself.

Since Wang Ma sometimes came into the bedroom to clean, she felt guilty and wanted to hide the items somewhere good.

After a moment of thought, she pulled open Mo Yingxue’s lingerie drawer. Yue Lei was too lazy to organize her own clothes, so her undergarments were simply clipped, dried, and hung directly in the closet. But Xiao Xue was always meticulous, folding her clothes neatly into the drawer.

With a flutter in her heart, she pushed her wife’s cute lingerie aside and suddenly touched a box.

It felt like a pure silver jewelry box, with exquisite wing carvings on the lid. In Yue Lei’s mind, once two people are together and have seen each other’s glamorous and vulnerable sides, there are no more secrets. So, without overthinking, she opened the box.

To her surprise, inside was a phone—a smartphone of the exact same model Mo Yingxue usually used.

“Xiao Xue has a backup phone? She must really like this model… Is she afraid it’ll be discontinued?” Yue Lei smiled, not thinking too much, and was about to put the phone back.

Suddenly, the phone screen lit up.

“Qingyin Live Stream Alert: The streamer you watched is now live! Click for more information!”

Catching a glimpse of the words “Battery 86%” and realizing it wasn’t a backup phone…

Xiao Xue barely watched her own streams, so why would she buy another phone to watch other streamers?

Her heart raced, but she couldn’t figure out the answer. Yue Lei’s hand trembled as she tried to enter Xiao Xue’s birthday, but the password was incorrect. Fearing the phone would lock if she tried a few more times, she didn’t dare enter anything else.

Staring blankly, she put the phone back in the box, forgetting what she was originally doing. It wasn’t until Wang Ma called her from outside the door that she haphazardly hid the newly arrived items in a corner of the closet.

Wang Ma chatted with her while serving the meal: “Miss Yue, the young mistress said she’ll be back later. She said we should eat first since the food is ready.”

“Oh, okay.” Yue Lei subconsciously took her bowl to the dining room.

Smelling the rich, tempting aroma, she opened the lid of the clay pot in the center of the table. Inside lay several whole, bright orange crabs, surrounded by yellow and green side dishes—similar to what they had eaten in Fencheng.

Wang Ma saw her looking at the dishes and smiled: “It’s a crab stew! Didn’t I tell you I’d make it for you when you returned? I couldn’t get crabs this fresh a few days ago, so I made it today.”

“What?” Yue Lei didn’t understand at first, but a few seconds later, she remembered something and froze, unable to move for a long time.

Before she was hospitalized for food poisoning, she had hosted a cooking stream. Ms. Z had said something similar in the chat, and many fans had mistakenly thought they had a private relationship, which she had spent a long time denying!

Ms. Z is Wang Ma? That made no sense!

Wang Ma, confused, thought Yue Lei was overwhelmed by the scent and laughed: “Try it and see how different it is from what you had in Fencheng. I haven’t made this in a while.”

Yue Lei’s mind was in turmoil. To prevent Wang Ma from worrying, she picked up her chopsticks and grabbed a crab.

She had been distracted for a while, but Wang Ma’s voice pulled her attention back. The elderly woman smiled at her: “How is it? Is it delicious?”

“It’s delicious, delicious! It tastes just like the one I had at the big restaurant, and the crabs are well-chosen, fresher and bigger.”

After praising Wang Ma, Yue Lei finished the whole crab and put down her chopsticks. Desperate for answers, she walked away, saying: “It’s so delicious, I want to wait for Xiao Xue to come back and eat it together. Wang Ma, you go ahead and eat if you’re hungry. Don’t wait for us.”

Yue Lei had already guessed the answer. She didn’t go back to the bedroom to continue the guessing game with the phone. Instead, she rushed to the private home theater.

Her hands were shaking as she turned on the equipment. Her heart felt both sweet and sore.

All this time, she had been trying to keep her distance from Ms. Z, her biggest supporter, for fear that getting too close would damage her relationship with Xiao Xue.

But it turned out Ms. Z was Xiao Xue all along? The person who most supported her career, the person who cared for her most, the person who gave her everything without reserve—was it all Xiao Xue?

Why? She had just met Ms. Z when she had just met Xiao Xue. Xiao Xue shouldn’t have had such deep feelings for her yet. The automatic login on her equipment had been disconnected since Mo Yingxue logged in remotely from another location.

But in the history of logged-in accounts, Yue Lei clearly saw the letter.

The bold diagonal line through the capital Z strongly connected two lines that should never intersect, turning them into a single entity. From that moment, they knew each other, intersected, and became the best of friends, the most intimate of lovers.

Yue Lei couldn’t believe her charm was great enough to make a complete stranger utterly devoted to her. The only conclusion was that not only had she been reborn, but her wife had also come back…

Looking at the login page, the scene in front of Yue Lei blurred. Her eyes felt sore and swollen, but her heart was full, the love within her threatening to spill over. Yue Lei wiped away the large tears that escaped her eyes. She hugged her head, muttering.

Her mind wasn’t the only thing that was confused: “When did my wife come back? If she came back after the divorce, does she still love me? But if she loved me, why did she agree to the divorce? Why did she hide her identity as Ms. Z? Why wouldn’t she just tell me everything directly…”

She cried and sobbed. Yue Lei had too many questions for her wife, but now that their relationship was so good, were these questions appropriate to ask? She didn’t know.

Yue Lei didn’t know what to do next. She sat motionlessly in the private theater for a long time.

So long that the screen automatically shut off, and the room was swallowed by darkness, with only a few weak rays of light creeping in from under the door. Yue Lei still couldn’t figure it out, but for some reason, she wasn’t particularly afraid of confessing everything to Mo Yingxue.

After all, her wife was much braver than her. When she was still afraid to acknowledge her, her wife had “adopted” the straying her back.

Since then, she had continuously taken care of her. Whether in the real world or as Ms. Z online, she was the one who favored her the most.

Thinking this, an unexpected surge of courage rose in Yue Lei’s heart. She felt her heart become soft and warm. She realized that without her knowing, her wife must have loved her very, very much…

Mo Yingxue’s love was like snowfall; by the time you see a single flake land on your clothes, the snow has already been circling and dancing in the air for a long, long time.

Support