The Mad/Beautiful Movie Queen Heard My Inner Voice After Losing Her Memory - Chapter 12

Chapter 12

“I’m sorry, Boss. I got too carried away.”

Yu Guiyao apologized immediately, quickly undoing the ropes on Fu Wenchen’s wrists. She looked into Fu Wenchen’s tear-filled eyes, which seemed to hold a hint of grievance.

Did I see that right?

She hurried to explain further: “I swear, you’ll wake up tomorrow feeling refreshed and reborn. Your muscle strain was just too severe; you need a few intense massages like this.”

Fu Wenchen didn’t speak. She simply turned her head slightly, her face flushing as she said, “Fine. Just get this thing off my neck.”

Hearing this, Yu Guiyao knew the other woman wasn’t truly angry. She felt that Fu Wenchen was far too kind, and landing a boss like this was like winning the lottery.

Eager to please, she brought over scissors and leaned in cautiously, slowly cutting the strap away. Hearing these inner thoughts, Fu Wenchen’s mood finally improved. A faint smile touched her lips as she whispered, “If I don’t feel as comfortable as you claim tomorrow morning, I’m firing you.”

Yu Guiyao: “!!!”

Surely, surely I didn’t make a mistake… At this moment, she felt a bit guilty, unsure if those mysterious memories were actually real. But since things had come to this, she could only grit her teeth and accept the challenge: “Deal.”

Her breathing grew a bit heavy, her hot breath puffing against Fu Wenchen’s neck. Fu Wenchen clenched her fingers, her heart beating faster and faster, her voice turning soft: “Are you done yet?”

“Done, done…” Yu Guiyao cut the final section of the leather strap and finally breathed a sigh of relief. She looked at Fu Wenchen and found that the cold, aloof woman now looked fragile and soft. The light cast a golden glow over her lashes; her deep, dark eyes were captivating. Her long hair was scattered across the sheets, her shirt was wide open, and the red marks on her neck made her look like a victim of mistreatment—utterly pitiful.

The skin beneath the shirt was flushed from the massage, covered in a sheen of glossy medicinal oil. Yu Guiyao’s ears turned red. She quickly pulled the blanket over her and hurried away, whispering: “I’ll go wash up. You should sleep, Boss.”

“Hey, don’t leave!” Fu Wenchen feigned anger, calling out: “My neck and wrists hurt like crazy. Aren’t you going to take responsibility?”

“I will, I will!” Hearing this, Yu Guiyao grabbed the oil again, rubbed it into her hands, and was about to apply it when she paused.

“What is it?” Fu Wenchen tilted her head back, exposing her neck like a haughty cat, frowning at her with dissatisfaction.

“Nothing…” Yu Guiyao snapped back to reality and reached out to touch her neck, gently rubbing the oil in. Fu Wenchen squinted, enjoying the touch. Bathed in the light, her exquisite face looked like a cat being stroked; her lashes fluttered, and she seemed to cheer up.

Seeing her like that, for some reason, Yu Guiyao’s mood improved as well. Then the woman held out her wrists, and Yu Guiyao massaged those too. The gentle pressure was a complete contrast to the intense massage from earlier; Fu Wenchen enjoyed it immensely.

Once everything was done, Yu Guiyao finally exhaled. Seeing that Fu Wenchen was tucked in, she walked toward the door to turn off the light, but the woman suddenly called out: “Don’t turn it off. I’m afraid of the dark when I’m alone…” Her voice was low and fragile, stirring a sense of pity.

Yu Guiyao agreed, her heart softening, and went downstairs.

When she returned after washing up, she found the woman already fast asleep. Her sleeping face was very sweet; her pale skin held a peach-like flush, her lashes rested quietly on her lower lids, and her lips were a vivid red. The beauty mark at the corner of her eye added a touch of allure. She was breathing evenly, seemingly in a deep sleep.

Yu Guiyao tucked her in properly, quietly laid out her floor mat, and went to sleep herself. So much had happened today; she was exhausted and soon drifted off.

However, after falling asleep, she suddenly jerked her eyes open and found herself in a snowy-white hospital room, having traveled back into the body of Fu Qingdu.

Yu Guiyao: “!!!”

Give me a break! Working all day and time-traveling at night! She gritted her teeth and tried to close her eyes to go back to sleep. Perhaps because she was so tired, she soon drifted off again. She slept fitfully, but thankfully, she didn’t wake up in the other world again.

In her dreams, Yu Guiyao kept seeing a girl. The girl smiled at her, crawled into her blankets, and acted spoiled: “I’m afraid of the dark, Sister. Hold me while we sleep, okay?”

“Okay~” She held her and fell into a deep slumber.

Meanwhile, in the dark room, Fu Wenchen quietly threw back the covers and got up. She buttoned her shirt, cautiously went downstairs to the bathroom, changed into a fresh pair of panties, and washed the old ones. The fabric was soaked with transparent fluid; her face flushed, but she couldn’t help but savor the memory.

Though it hurt, the other woman’s fingers were so strong. She couldn’t help but fantasize about those fingertips… taking her.

After hanging the panties to dry, Fu Wenchen walked out of the bathroom, only to run straight into the grandmother, who had turned on the light to use the toilet.

“!!!”

“Aaaah! The person from the TV crawled out!” The old lady was terrified and scurried back, muttering: “This is a dream, right? It’s a dream!”

After two steps, she realized something was wrong. She turned her head stiffly and saw Fu Wenchen standing by the stairs, wearing her granddaughter’s shirt, hair loose over her shoulders, looking as beautiful as a fairy descended to earth—except for the red marks on her neck and wrists…

“Hello, Grandmother… I’m Yu Guiyao’s friend…” Fu Wenchen was very polite, even feeling a bit embarrassed since she was wearing so little.

But after the initial shock, the grandmother reacted quickly. “You’re Yaoyao’s friend?!”

A big star is her granddaughter’s friend?! The shock was so great she felt dizzy for a moment. Fu Wenchen quickly went over to support her.

After a moment, the old lady finally accepted reality but became even more excited, looking at her with affection: “Oh my, why didn’t you say so sooner? We’ve been so disrespectful…”

“By the way, what were you two doing upstairs just now? Such a loud noise,” she asked.

Fu Wenchen smiled: “I sprained my ankle, and I have injuries on my neck and wrists. Yaoyao was helping me apply medicine. I’m afraid of pain, so I was a bit loud…”

The grandmother had never met a celebrity so gentle—or rather, she had never met a celebrity in real life. She grew to like her immensely and urged her: “Quickly, go back to sleep. Next time, let Yaoyao carry you down to the bathroom. You shouldn’t be running around with a sprained ankle.”

“Okay,” Fu Wenchen smiled, but her eyes were dark with hidden meaning.

She will. Before long, I’ll have her carry me to the bath, carry me to be kissed, carry me while she takes me…

…

Back upstairs, Fu Wenchen didn’t get into bed. Instead, she slowly lay down on the floor next to the girl. By the moonlight from the window, she traced the girl’s features in her mind. Her fingertips lightly touched the bridge of her high nose, stroked the small mole there, and gently pressed her lips.

The woman’s lips were shaped like petals; when she kissed her, they were so soft, and her tongue was so skillful it made her melt…

She slowly leaned in, her eyes full of mad love. After seven years apart, she was finally back by her side, close enough to love her recklessly…

Fu Wenchen kissed her. Their lips touched lightly. She didn’t want to wake her, so she suppressed the madness in her heart, merely clutching the hem of the other’s clothes and hiding her love deep inside.

To her surprise, Yu Guiyao reached out in her sleep and pulled her into her arms, just like every night in the past when “Sister” would hold her tight.

She could smell her scent and feel the warmth of her embrace. She snuggled close, drowsiness finally taking over, a tear sliding from the corner of her eye. How long had it been since she had slept well?

Yu Guiyao… is that her real name? She wouldn’t let go of her again. She would have her, possess her, have everything of hers… She hugged the other woman’s waist tightly and buried her face in her chest, as if she would never let go…

…

The next morning, Yu Guiyao woke up feeling a sense of constriction. She opened her eyes to see the woman who was supposed to be in bed now sleeping in her arms. Her sleeping face was tranquil, her thick lashes casting shadows. In the morning light, her skin seemed to glow, her lips as red as cinnabar.

Looking further down, the woman’s shirt was completely unbuttoned. Her snowy-white chest was pressed against Yu Guiyao’s, her waist was as slender as a willow, and one pale leg was hooked over Yu Guiyao’s hip—being held by Yu Guiyao’s hand.

“!!!”

No wonder I felt like I was touching something incredibly smooth in my dream.

Yu Guiyao let go immediately, her ears turning red. The woman, however, held her even tighter. No wonder she felt constricted; the other was hugging her as if she were afraid she would run away. She felt helpless—how did they end up sleeping like this?

The priority was to leave before Fu Wenchen discovered the situation. As she tried to pull away, the woman’s lashes fluttered, as if she were about to wake up. Yu Guiyao quickly closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.

But the moment Fu Wenchen opened her eyes, she heard the inner monologue.

What do I do? Keep pretending to sleep? This is so awkward. Did I spend the whole night touching her leg? What if she finds out? Will she dock my pay?

A smile danced in Fu Wenchen’s eyes. She immediately flipped over and straddled the other woman, pretending she hadn’t woken up yet, and started touching her all over. Her hands slid under Yu Guiyao’s pajamas, her legs wrapped around her waist, and she rubbed against her in a “dazed” state, her lips repeatedly kissing her neck.

Yu Guiyao was stunned, her body turning rigid. She didn’t dare move, letting the other woman have her way, but the contact stirred a wave of heat through her. Finally unable to take it, she peeked with one eye.

She realized Fu Wenchen wasn’t awake at all; she was “sleepwalking” in a state of… arousal. Yes, this had to be it. A woman single for too long gets frustrated in the mornings, just like she was now.

Tsk, tsk, so tragic. She couldn’t have the one she loved, so she stayed chaste for all those years—now she’s this “thirsty”… Why doesn’t she know to use some of those small toys herself? Then she wouldn’t be like this in the morning.

Yu Guiyao sighed in her heart, feeling sorry for her.

Fu Wenchen’s movements froze. “…”

What?! She says I’m aroused! She says I’m thirsty! And why don’t I use toys?! Is it because I don’t want to?! It’s because I lost you and couldn’t sleep every night! How could I have the heart for that?!

And you—after you left, you forgot me completely and still had the heart to mess with those trinkets!

Fu Wenchen was furious. She decided to go even further, reaching for more sensitive spots and rubbing her body even more frequently. Her cheeks grew flushed, and her breathing quickened.

Yu Guiyao was dumbfounded. Why is it getting worse?! Not knowing how to stop it, she suddenly flipped over—also pretending to sleep—and pinned the other woman down, trying to stop her movements. But Fu Wenchen’s hands wouldn’t behave, so she could only blush and grab her hands.

Right then, Fu Wenchen opened her eyes. Seeing their position, she cried out indignantly: “What are you doing? You’re grabbing my hands and putting them inside your clothes?!”

Yu Guiyao: “…”

I’ve never seen someone flip the script like this.

She quickly pulled the woman’s hands away and pointed at the legs, saying aggrievedly: “Boss, look at your legs. I was just trying to get your hands out.”

Fu Wenchen acted as if she had just noticed her legs were wrapped around Yu Guiyao’s waist. She gave a light cough, lowered her legs, and changed the subject: “I suppose we both move around a lot in our sleep. No big deal.”

“Yes, yes, no big deal.” Since she was giving her a way out, Yu Guiyao took it. She quickly rolled off her and eagerly helped her close her open shirt, asking: “How do you feel now, Boss?”

“I feel pretty good.”

Seeing her reaction, Fu Wenchen dropped the subject. She tried stretching her back and found that her entire body felt exceptionally light—as if the previous night’s massage had cleared all her energy blocks. Her body no longer felt heavy; instead, it was incredibly comfortable, as if every bone and muscle was at peace.

She couldn’t help but smile at the girl: “It’s actually quite good. Very comfortable.”

“Right?” Hearing this, Yu Guiyao finally breathed a sigh of relief and said proudly: “This was only the first session. The second and third will be even better. It’s best to do this every night; in the long run, all your old ailments will disappear!”

“Every night?!”

Fu Wenchen bit her lip, her heart racing. Just one session last night had made her… overflow. If they did this every night, she would go insane with desire. She even felt like drugging the girl—because she wanted her, wanted her to madness. She wanted to sleep with her, to be truly worked until she couldn’t get up…

Fu Wenchen lowered her lashes to hide the madness in her eyes. After a long silence, she replied: “Fine, as you wish…”

At least this way she could get closer. She believed it wouldn’t be long before she truly had her.

Hearing her agree, Yu Guiyao was beyond excited. That was 10,000 yuan every night! Maybe even 20,000 if she did a good job! Thinking of this, she looked at her “sugar mama” with even more kindness and asked with a smile: “Boss, do you need any other services?”

At this, Fu Wenchen arched an eyebrow and curled her lips: “I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend and take me all around this fishing village today.”

Yu Guiyao: “!!!”

What? Pretend to be her girlfriend?