The Mad/Beautiful Movie Queen Heard My Inner Voice After Losing Her Memory - Chapter 19

Chapter 19

“Mmm…”

Fu Wenchen’s body trembled slightly in that instant. Their lips pressed together, and their hot breaths intertwined. The woman’s arms were incredibly strong, circling her waist tightly and making her feel weak all over.

In that moment, it felt as if her very soul was shaking, her heart filled with countless layers of heartache and bitterness.

Seven years. For countless nights and days, she had thought of her frantically, replaying everything from the past in her mind. She felt regret and agony. She would finally fall asleep only to wake up startled, terrified that the other had returned only to hate her or refuse to see her…

Now, she finally had her wish. She was so close, being held and kissed. Even if this was built on a foundation of lies, she would rather live like this forever—deceiving her forever, just to lock her by her side.

As long as she didn’t leave, she would do anything…

Fu Wenchen closed her eyes, feeling the other’s kiss as tears slid from the corners of her eyes.

Yu Guiyao’s movements were rough. With one hand gripping the woman’s waist and the other cradling the back of her neck, she rubbed against her lips incessantly, sucking them fiercely.

The sound of intimate, wet sucking filled the room. Fu Wenchen’s face was flushed crimson. Her lips felt numb and a bit sore from the intensity, but a hidden surge of excitement rose in her heart. She couldn’t help but cling tightly to Yu Guiyao’s neck, following her rhythm and kissing back.

With their heads tilted, they drank from each other, their hot breaths tangling. The kiss grew more heated, faces turning bright red. Every time they drew from one another, a spark of electricity seemed to leap from their soft lips, sending a numbing sensation through their bodies as if they were being scorched by fire.

Their lips were loath to part, colliding again and again. Their breathing grew heavy, and their hearts hammered wildly. Seeing the tears at the corners of Fu Wenchen’s eyes, Yu Guiyao instinctively softened her strength, wanting to stop.

Sensing the withdrawal, Fu Wenchen bit down on the girl’s lip. Her cheeks were scarlet as she extended the tip of her tongue to lick Yu Guiyao’s lips, whispering softly: “Mmm… don’t stop…”

“I want your tongue…”

She panted, her slender white legs hooking around the other’s waist. She pressed her entire body into the girl’s embrace, clinging to her neck and rubbing against her. Her eyes were clouded with a dazed, chaotic lust. “Kiss me, don’t stop…”

That voice was as soft as a kitten’s paw scratching at a heart. Yu Guiyao fought to suppress her thunderous heartbeat. She could smell the woman’s cold fragrance. Their breath became even hotter as it merged. Fu Wenchen continued to rub against her; the shirt collar had somehow come open, revealing a vast expanse of snowy skin. Those proud curves were pressed together, shifting and rubbing, while her legs clamped tighter around Yu Guiyao’s waist, her slender hips swaying gently.

In that moment, Yu Guiyao’s mind went blank. She was already stiff with desire. On impulse, she pressed against the back of the woman’s neck and kissed her back ruthlessly.

Fu Wenchen shuddered. Before she could react, her teeth were pried open, and a wet, soft tongue pushed into her mouth, meeting her own.

As their hot tongues brushed against each other—wet and soft—a jolt of numbness shot up Fu Wenchen’s spine. Her legs shook, her eyes filled with tears, and her fingers instinctively gripped the collar at the back of Yu Guiyao’s neck.

Mmm… I love this so much…

I love it so much…

It was different from seven years ago; those memories had long since blurred. But now, this person was truly, physically kissing her. Their lips were sealed, and their tongues were entwined.

In that flash, Fu Wenchen felt a thrill from her head down to her toes. A large amount of transparent fluid surged out instantly, soaking the fresh panties she had just put on. It was as if all the hidden longing of the past years had been released at once, wrapping around her heart until she could barely breathe.

She was burning up, her mind occupied by frantic thoughts. She gripped the back of the girl’s collar, panting for breath. A hollow place inside her craved to be filled. Strands of silver saliva flowed down, drenching the fabric.

But she didn’t want Yu Guiyao to notice; she didn’t want to scare her away. So, she tried to feign a retreat, curling her body backward.

But just then, Yu Guiyao’s arm tightened suddenly, pulling her back and crushing her into her embrace. Pressing against the back of her neck, Yu Guiyao’s tongue began to move frantically, tangling with her soft tongue and sweeping through her mouth.

No, no!

I can’t take it…

Fu Wenchen’s body was shaking violently. Her hands clung to the girl’s neck. In that moment, the friction of their tongues created waves of electricity. The itching sensation flooded her heart. She could only continue to rub against the girl’s chest, her hot breath coming in gasps, as if she were hovering between life and death, unable to catch her breath.

Her cheeks were flushed, yet she moved her tongue to meet the other’s rough intrusion. Yu Guiyao’s tongue stayed entangled with hers—the sensation was numbing, wet, and soft. She continued to suck at Fu Wenchen’s lips, drawing the saliva from her mouth and swallowing it down.

Fu Wenchen struggled for air. Silver strands of saliva slid from the corner of her mouth. The loud, wet sounds of their kissing made the air even hotter. Her breath became short, her face purple with the effort. She clamped her legs together, hooking them around the girl’s waist, yet instinctively kept rubbing the place that was itching so badly.

Yu Guiyao finally pulled back. A bridge of silver saliva stretched between their lips. Blushing, she said: “You… aren’t you supposed to be good at this? Why aren’t you breathing?”

Seeing her panting like that, Yu Guiyao thought she was going to faint.

But Fu Wenchen, still gasping for air, leaned in to kiss her again with teary eyes, complaining: “It hasn’t been thirty minutes yet…”

Thirty minutes? Our lips will be swollen.

Yu Guiyao’s ears were scarlet. But seeing the woman’s devoted, eyes-closed expression, she couldn’t help but kiss her back, pushing her tongue between her lips again.

The moment their tongues touched, Fu Wenchen shuddered again. She reached out to stroke the back of Yu Guiyao’s neck, warning her between kisses: “If you don’t take this seriously, I’ll deduct your pay.”

“Thirty minutes. Not a single second less.”

Yu Guiyao: “…”

This is too demanding. Who on earth kisses for thirty minutes straight?

While complaining internally, she diligently stayed entangled with the woman’s tongue, sucking her lips and blushing as she licked the saliva from the corner of her mouth. Fu Wenchen looked like she was in heaven, constantly shifting in her arms and making soft sounds.

Their hot breath mingled. After just a few minutes, Yu Guiyao realized she was starting to feel a physical reaction herself.

Yu Guiyao felt frustrated, her entire neck turning deep red. She figured it was just because she hadn’t “done it” herself in a long time; otherwise, she wouldn’t react so quickly.

However, Fu Wenchen immediately heard this inner thought. As their tongues remained entwined, she kept kissing her back, a smile flickering in her eyes. She panted out a suggestion: “In that case… why don’t you switch to a different service?”

Yu Guiyao froze: “Huh?”

A different service?

She stopped moving, but Fu Wenchen continued to shower her with fine, dense kisses. Their breath tangled. One of the woman’s hands stayed around her neck, making her blush even more, while the other hand reached down. She grabbed Yu Guiyao’s hand that was resting on her waist, gasping for air with eyes full of tears: “Use your hand to serve me…”