Take Away My Sickly Beauty [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 16

That moment of tipsiness should have been the perfect opportunity for Chen Jiyu to get to know Ye Wuming better, but a single sentence from the other woman sent her mind into a whirl, leaving her unable to utter a word.

“My dear President Chen, who on earth refuses to let go of someone after getting drunk?” Ye Wuming, who had been clung to the entire way, finally managed to carry the woman back to the lounge.

Going home was out of the question; in her wife’s current state, they wouldn’t even make it down the stairs.

Chen Jiyu hooked her arms around Ye Wuming’s neck, murmuring something under her breath.

Ye Wuming tried several times to listen closely but couldn’t make it out. She eventually gave up, picking up her clingy cat of a wife and placing her onto the bed in the lounge.

To her surprise, Chen Jiyu pulled back with sudden force, dragging Ye Wuming down by the neck as she fell.

“Mmph!!” Her lips brushed against a patch of high heat and softness. Ye Wuming’s eyes widened instantly, her face exploding into a deep crimson.

No, she really didn’t do this on purpose!!!

Whether Chen Jiyu was truly dazed from the alcohol or simply exhausted, she pressed against the woman in her arms who was nearly being “cooked” alive by the heat and tightened her embrace.

“!”

Ye Wuming knew that everyone must face death eventually, but she never imagined she would become a “romantic ghost” dying under a peony flower!

Forced to bury her face in a warm, soft expanse, Ye Wuming could smell the crisp scent of perfume between breaths, mingled with the floral fragrance her lover carried from holding flowers earlier.

Perhaps her breath was too hot, scalding Chen Jiyu into discomfort, as the latter let out two soft groans and loosened her grip.

Only then did Ye Wuming escape from that high-heat sensation of “suffocation.”

Perhaps shaken by the sudden situation, or perhaps due to some form of forced endurance, the veins stood out prominently on Ye Wuming’s slender, well-defined hands. She could even feel the blood vessels on the back of her hands throbbing in sync with her violent heartbeat.

Her forehead was also drenched in hot sweat.

With her long hair dampened by sweat around her neck, she had no choice but to use the white lace ribbon on her wrist to tie it up into a high ponytail.

At some point, Chen Jiyu had opened her eyes. Pressing the back of her hand against her forehead, she thought sluggishly: She really is beautiful.

The woman with the high ponytail gained a touch of heroic spirit, allowing her superior facial features to be fully revealed.

Feeling a bit cooler after tying up her hair, Ye Wuming breathed a sigh of relief. She stood there fanning herself with her hand, looking everywhere at the sky, at the ground except at the person lying on the bed.

Help, she wasn’t some saintly monk like Liu Xiahui!

She really wanted to eat up this warm, melting piece of cream cake!

Unfortunately, they hadn’t even held an engagement banquet yet, let alone married.

Ye Wuming gritted her teeth. She would draft the procedures tonight and get engaged to Jiyu tomorrow!

Agitated by unsatisfied desire, the little President Ye sat on the floor in a huff; the floor was cool anyway, which helped lower her internal heat.

She sat on the ground, propping herself up by the bedside to watch the sleeping woman. The white dress stood out in stark contrast against the wine-red bed.

Jiyu looked like a pure, bright being who had accidentally wandered into a realm of wine and desire, slumbering amidst an endless sea of red roses. Her white skirt was like a white peony blooming among the red roses, blossoming with poise, purity, and elegance.

With her snow-white skin and long hair scattered across the pillow, she looked like an angel enticed down to the mortal world—a collection of everything beautiful.

In Ye Wuming’s eyes, she never spared any expense in using the most beautiful words to describe her partner.

Jiyu was the light illuminating her path forward and the companion who gave her strength.

Even though they were once separated by thousands of miles, her gaze had never left Jiyu.

Ye Wuming suddenly took hold of a corner of the white skirt and pressed a devout kiss upon the butterfly pattern that looked ready to take flight.

As she closed her eyes to kiss the fabric, the woman who had quietly opened her eyes couldn’t help but bite her lip in bashful silence, raising her hand to cover her eyes.

A beautiful pink flush spread from her white dress to the tips of her ears, winding all the way to the corners of her eyes.

If she moved the hand covering her eyes, one would surely see the heat and deep affection within them.

If she treasures me like this, I will definitely fall for her completely.

Chen Jiyu bit her lip, feeling a wave of numbness spread through her body. Her heart was racing, but it felt wonderful.

“Come on, my dear eldest miss, let’s take off your shoes and go to sleep.” Still unaware that the other woman was awake, Ye Wuming muttered to herself as she began to remove Chen Jiyu’s shoes.

Because she was lying on the bed, the hem of the long dress could no longer hide Chen Jiyu’s lame foot.

This was the first time Ye Wuming had seen her lover’s disability from such a close distance.

The deformity in her ankle was obvious, as were the calluses caused by the friction of wearing shoes over the deformity. There were even old scars from some unknown cause.

Heart pained, Ye Wuming reached out to touch it, but the moment her fingertips brushed the skin, she felt the other person shudder violently. Then, the woman quickly pulled her leg back, hiding the “ugly” ankle under the quilt.

Chen Jiyu’s sudden reaction made Ye Wuming’s heart tighten. She stood up and reached the bedside in two or three steps, sitting down and taking the woman’s hand to apologize: “I’m sorry.”

Jiyu probably didn’t want to expose that side of herself; she had been too hasty.

Ye Wuming’s palms were dry, and her grip stronger than most women’s gave Chen Jiyu an unexpected sense of security.

The woman on the bed lowered her eyelashes, pursed her lips, and shook her head.

“It was a reflex, don’t overthink it.” Chen Jiyu raised her hand to trace the features of the person beside her.

Looking at the remorse and worry in the other woman’s eyes, she suddenly felt that her lame foot didn’t matter so much anymore.

“Come up and rest for a while.” She moved toward the inner side of the bed, clearing a significant space for Ye Wuming.

However, a certain someone wasn’t biting.

Ye Wuming caught the hand that was about to be withdrawn and kissed her fingertips. She raised an eyebrow and teased, “I’m not sleeping with a big drunkard.”

She knew Jiyu loved cleanliness; making her sleep while smelling of alcohol would be worse than killing her.

“Hmm?” Hearing this, Chen Jiyu suddenly laughed. She broke free from Ye Wuming’s grasp and pinched the other’s cheek.

The sensation was soft and warm, smooth and rather nice.

“What, is Little President Ye going to take a bath with me then~?” Her soft voice carried a lazy lilt. A mature woman knows exactly what state is most seductive.

Because she was lying on her side, Chen Jiyu’s long dress was loose. If Ye Wuming’s gaze shifted even slightly downward, she could see the pink-white, soft skin below the neck and shoulders.

Combined with the distinct curves of her body and her slightly curled legs, her figure appeared exceptionally superior.

Every part of this woman was an invitation for a hunter to pounce!

Drip… Bright red blood fell onto the floor, looking startlingly vivid.

This must be because she ate too much “tonic” yesterday! Otherwise, Ye Wuming couldn’t think of any other excuse for her nosebleed!

“Pfft… Hey, why is your nose bleeding?” Chen Jiyu rose, stifling a laugh, and shakily pulled out a tissue from the nightstand for her.

Ye Wuming covered her nose and looked up at the ceiling in silent tears. Help! With this commotion, the romantic atmosphere was completely gone!

If she had known, she wouldn’t have eaten such a strong tonic yesterday!

Who on earth said that eating “big tonic” foods could give you courage?!

Bah! How could she have believed that nonsense!

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