The Mad/Beautiful Movie Queen Heard My Inner Voice After Losing Her Memory - Chapter 27

Chapter 27

The nearby swing swayed gently in the breeze, its bells chiming crisp and sweet. But Yu Guiyao had the woman pinned to the grass, kissing her passionately.

They were locked in a tight embrace. Fu Wenchen’s hands were climbed around her neck, her slender white legs hooked around her waist. Her shirt was slightly open, revealing snow-white skin flushed with crimson.

Their lips sucked at each other incessantly. Yu Guiyao’s ears were red; she kissed her tenderly, and even though the wound on her own lip stung with a faint pain, she couldn’t stop herself from drinking in the other’s mouth.

The sound of their kissing filled the air. Supporting the back of the other’s neck, Yu Guiyao pushed her tongue into the woman’s mouth. In that instant, Fu Wenchen’s eyes filled with tears and her cheeks grew feverish, as if she were ill. She instinctively parted her lips, and her tongue was immediately enveloped by the woman’s wet, soft tongue, swirling together.

As their tongues entangled, the friction of the wet surfaces sent waves of numbness throughout her body. She gripped Yu Guiyao’s collar tightly, her legs squeezing closer as she moved her tongue even more frantically, swirling together in a shared rhythm.

Their saliva mingled and was drawn away by Yu Guiyao, who sucked at her lips inch by inch, her tongue sweeping through every corner of the woman’s mouth. This forceful kiss left Fu Wenchen almost unable to breathe. Her breath quickened, their hot breaths intermingling. Through her parted lips, one could vaguely see her pink, soft tongue being swirled around. Her cherry-red lips were sucked over and over like a bruised fruit, juice leaking out; saliva flowed from the corner of her mouth and dripped from her jaw, adding a touch of decadent beauty.

Tears fell from the corners of her eyes. She could only gasp for air in the brief gaps when Yu Guiyao licked the corners of her mouth. Her muscles felt weak and sore as she lay paralyzed on the grass, trembling all over. Beneath her shirt, the grass was being watered by a sudden surge of transparent fluid—water droplets dripping down like morning dew, shimmering with a crystalline light.

“What else? Is that all?” Fu Wenchen’s voice was soft and weak, sounding like a feather tickling the ear. Her slender legs rubbed gently against the woman’s waist, showing her impatience.

“It itches…” she cooed, her eyes teary as she initiated another kiss, almost like a prayer. “The wound there is painful and itchy. Help me scratch it, please…”

“Just don’t touch the painful part…”

“Please~”

The voice was like a siren’s song, bewitching the heart. Their hot breaths mingled, and their heartbeats grew increasingly violent. Yu Guiyao felt a frantic heat within her. As she kissed the other’s lips, their mouths pressing together in gentle pecks, her heart went through a fierce struggle before finally surrendering.

She’s suffering right now; helping her is no big deal. Besides, we’ve already been honest with each other’s bodies, and I’ve touched her before…

The more she thought, the more embarrassed she became. Her hand moved slowly downward, reaching the “injury.” Through the thin layer of the glove, she could feel a slick, greasy texture, like a layer of body wash. In reality, the “lips”—swollen as if injured—were covered in medicinal liquid. At her touch, the area trembled slightly, and more medicine mixed with transparent fluid surged out and trickled down.

She hesitated for a moment, but a demonic whisper reached her ear. Fu Wenchen held her neck, her eyes full of tears, constantly coaxing her: “Didn’t you say you really treat me as your girlfriend?”

“Then help me…”

As she said this, Fu Wenchen kissed her lightly and extended her pink tongue to lick her own lip. Her cheeks were flushed, her features exquisite, and the stray hairs at her temples were slightly damp with sweat. In that moment, she was as beautiful as a painting, stirring a primal urge in the observer’s heart to break her—to make her cry and tremble in one’s arms.

Unfortunately, that was just a passing thought.

Yu Guiyao remained rational. Her eyes grew dark as she kissed her gently and said hoarsely, “Close your eyes.”

Hearing this, Fu Wenchen’s cheeks grew even hotter. She hurriedly closed her eyes and tightened her grip around the other’s neck, appearing to expect something. Her waist trembled; she could hardly wait for the empty void in her heart to be filled.

Drops of water fell in a continuous line onto the grass, like rain sliding off the eaves. Only Fu Wenchen knew that the “injury” was unbearably itchy and her desire was insatiable. With her heart pounding, she could only use kisses to soothe herself, sucking on the woman’s lips while urging, “Hurry…”

But the next second, the cold nozzle of the irrigator was slowly inserted into the itchy “wound.”

Unlike the warmth she expected, the object was inanimate and cold. She wanted a part of the other person to connect with her, not this damned nozzle!

“Ah! Who wants this?!”

In that instant, Fu Wenchen was so stimulated by the cold, rough texture that her whole body shook. She was furious. Opening her eyes, she pulled back and said, “Take it away!”

But Yu Guiyao held her waist, pulling her back by force, and squeezed the irrigator, sending warm medicine inside while soothing her: “If you don’t want this, what do you want? The wound is so swollen…”

“I don’t want it regardless!”

Fu Wenchen trembled from the warmth of the water. It was warm, but inside the “wound,” it felt burning and numbing. The moment the spray hit her, her legs shook—likely from the pain of the wound. A large amount of medicine mixed with slick, transparent fluid gushed out, splashing everywhere.

With eyes full of tears, she could only cling to the other’s neck and call out, “Ahhh! It’s hot! So hot! It hurts more as you wash it!”

“It won’t itch once it’s washed. Bear with it, okay?” Yu Guiyao was helpless. She instinctively kissed her, holding her waist while pushing the nozzle into the deepest part of the “wound.” She continued, “The doctor said this medicine is the best for anti-inflammation and itching…”

She was completely oblivious! Even after being seduced so blatantly!

Tears fell continuously from Fu Wenchen’s eyes. She gritted her teeth and stopped talking. Instead, she kissed the woman fiercely, saying angrily, “Do you know how low-quality this thing is? It’s plastic—hard and painful! It’s almost scraping the skin off!”

Hearing this, Yu Guiyao was startled. She quickly pulled the nozzle out. The finger-length nozzle was indeed a bit rough.

But that’s how everyone uses them. Could it be that she was the only one who couldn’t stand it? Then again, she remembered that Fu Wenchen’s skin was much more delicate than a normal person’s. Her body truly was different from others…

Yu Guiyao’s cheeks were burning with shame and guilt. She wore the gloves, which were now covered in the medicine and transparent fluid that had surged out.

While she was at a loss, Fu Wenchen kissed her again, her eyes tearful and pitiful. “Just help me, okay?”

“If you really have to, use your hand to apply the medicine.”

“At least you’re wearing gloves; they aren’t as hard as this thing. It’s going to make me bleed…”

Hearing the word “bleed,” Yu Guiyao immediately grew nervous. “Is it bleeding?”

“See for yourself~ I just feel pain.” Fu Wenchen frowned. Despite her flushed face, she had a fragile, broken look that inspired pity.

Yu Guiyao actually looked down, but she didn’t see blood. She only saw that the area was increasingly red and swollen. A place that should have been as white and beautiful as porcelain was now drenched in slick, transparent fluid and medicine. The “lips” were parted, revealing a dainty “little tongue,” and medicine continued to flow out.

Fortunately, there were no streaks of blood, but she couldn’t see if there was internal bleeding. She could only reach for the medicine in the bag.

Fu Wenchen suddenly caught her wrist and leaned in, whispering, “Poke around inside first. If it hurts, I’ll tell you. That way we can find the wound faster…”

Yu Guiyao’s face turned red instantly at these words, but looking at Fu Wenchen’s face, the woman seemed completely innocent. Fine, it was her own thoughts that were filthy again. Right—if one spot hurt more, it meant there was a wound. If she put the medicine there, it might heal faster…

She kept making excuses for herself. When she looked back at Fu Wenchen, she nodded. “Okay.”

The moment she agreed, Fu Wenchen hid the smile in her eyes behind tears. She kissed her again and coaxed, “I’m afraid of pain, so kiss me…”

This time Yu Guiyao did not hesitate and gently kissed her. Their soft lips pressed together, warm and tender, making their hearts pound. She hadn’t intended to use her tongue, but Fu Wenchen took the initiative to part her lips, her pink tongue lightly sweeping over Yu Guiyao’s lips, sparking a wave of numbness.

In that instant, she couldn’t help but push her tongue into the other’s mouth. Fu Wenchen’s tongue seemed even softer and more slender than hers, pink and delicate, tangling with her in a constant motion. Their soft tongues entangled frantically, sending jolts of electricity through their brains every time they swirled together, making time seem to slow down.

A breeze blew, and the wildflowers danced. Peach petals were blown down, landing on her body and in their hair. The straight black hair and the woman’s slightly curly dark hair tangled together. Yu Guiyao pinned her firmly to the grass, one hand around her waist, the other reaching around from behind. The white medical glove was covered in droplets. She pressed two fingers together—not holding a tablet yet—and slowly explored the parted “lips.”

There seemed to be an injury. For a moment, Fu Wenchen trembled, her slender legs moving restlessly. It seemed the wound was stinging, or perhaps as a defense mechanism, the painful area secreted more transparent fluid.

“How is it? Is the injury here?” Yu Guiyao asked quickly, her back drenched in sweat.

Fu Wenchen only focused on kissing her. Tangling her tongue with the other’s, she said intermittently, “…No, you only just touched a little bit. How should I know?”

“Alright then…” Yu Guiyao could only return the kiss, sucking gently on her lips. Her tongue swept through the other’s mouth, swirling the woman’s soft tongue and swallowing the saliva bit by bit.

The sound of intimate kissing filled the air. She was sweating profusely, her face red as she carefully probed the “wound” with her fingertips, cautiously poking here and there to test for the injury.

“Here? Is this where it’s hurt? Does it hurt?”

“It doesn’t hurt. No, wait—you’re too light, I can’t feel it. Try again…” Fu Wenchen held her neck, patiently responding as if she were assisting in an experiment. However, she kept her eyes closed, continuously returning the kiss until their tongues were numb.

Strange, Yu Guiyao thought. She was shaking violently—how could it not hurt? Her body was trembling constantly, yet she said it didn’t hurt. Could it just be a physiological reaction?

Thinking of this, the heat reached her neck. Still, she remained diligent, testing back and forth to find the injury.

“What about here? You’re shaking the most. Is this where it’s hurt?” She kissed her, their tongues swirling together while sucking on each other’s lips.

Fu Wenchen tilted her head back, returning the kiss. Tears slid from the corners of her eyes, a thread of silver falling from her mouth. She called out softly, “Ahhh, yes! It’s hurt here.”

“No, wait, it was an illusion. Go up a bit more, a bit higher…”

Her voice was soft and trembling. Transparent fluid continuously slid off the glove, mixing with the residual medicine and dripping onto the grass. Yu Guiyao grew more confused by her instructions and followed them. Her fingertips had already reached the deepest part of the “wound” and could go no further. Yet Fu Wenchen couldn’t distinguish where the injury was, making her probe different spots repeatedly—upward, then left, then right. Her body shook non-stop. Clearly, she was in pain as her eyes shed tears and she cried out, yet she stubbornly insisted, “It doesn’t hurt!”

“It’s not hurt here! Go further down and try! Don’t be afraid of hurting me, use some strength!”

While calling out, Fu Wenchen engaged in a sticky kiss. Threads of silver stretched between their lips as they entangled their tongues and sucked on each other’s mouths. Her soul seemed to have wandered off to another world.

She was surrounded by the scent of flowers and the singing of birds. The nearby stream washed over rocks with a crisp sound. The breeze blew against her skin, stirring the hairs at her temples, yet it could not dispel the heat.

Her whole body felt as if it were being struck by waves of lightning. Waves of numbness surged up from her tailbone, her soul coursing with electricity as if she were ascending to heaven. She was drenched in sweat, her mortal vessel trembling. Her slender legs moved up and down with her body’s rhythm, her frame unable to withstand the “heavenly tribulation.”

In an instant, a flash of white light struck her mind. A large surge of transparent fluid sprayed onto the grass like a falling rainstorm, never-ending. She felt completely drained. The feeling of ascension was too good—from her head to her toes, she felt like she had reached the heavens.

It wasn’t until Yu Guiyao’s voice snapped her back to reality.

“Here? You’re cramping from the pain; this must be it.”

She pressed again. Fu Wenchen instantly felt numb all over. A wave of transparent fluid surged onto the grass. She clung to the other’s neck and cried out, “Ahhh, it’s right here! This is where it’s hurt…”

Her voice was hoarse, her face covered in tear tracks and a deep flush. Yu Guiyao thought she must be in extreme pain, as her whole body was flushed red. She quickly withdrew her hand and reached for the anti-inflammatory tablet. In that moment, the trapped transparent fluid gushed out, washing over the grass.

Fu Wenchen looked at the nearby grass. Realizing she had just “watered” the grass so much, her heart raced even faster. She lay on the green grass, smelling the rich fragrance of flowers, her lips curling into a slight smile. Above her were masses of peach blossoms, petals falling one after another.

Under these circumstances, the woman held her tightly, holding the tablet between her fingers and delivering it into the spot that had just “hurt” the most. It was the place that, when touched, made her shake with “pain” and instinctively water the grass.

Fu Wenchen gripped the clothes on the other’s back tightly and kissed her again. Pink peach petals fell into their hair. In that moment, no words could describe the beauty in her heart.

The dazzling sunlight enveloped their bodies. Yu Guiyao kissed her too—a gentle kiss on her lips. Then, she placed the medicine, withdrew her hand, and reached for a wet wipe.

“Can I use the stream water? Help me wipe it, there’s too much… I don’t have enough wipes…”

Fu Wenchen held her neck, her eyes red, and gently licked the wound on the other’s lip, sighing at her “stupidity” in her heart. How can she be so easy to fool?

Yu Guiyao met her gaze, her cheeks flushed, and smiled. “As long as you don’t mind. In the past when I came back from fishing, I’d clean up here simply. This is groundwater—it’s very clean, warm in winter and cool in summer.”

As she spoke, she knelt up. Fu Wenchen refused to let go of her neck, resting her cheek on her shoulder. Her eyes were stinging as she said, “It’s so nice here. If only I could stay here forever…”

“Don’t say such silly things. You’re a Best Actress; you’re used to the bustling world.” Yu Guiyao’s tone was gentle. She then leaned over and picked her up.

As the woman rose, the medicine and transparent fluid trickled down her legs. Fu Wenchen watched as Yu Guiyao placed a wet wipe on a rock by the stream and set her down. She couldn’t help but reach out to stroke the woman’s cheek, whispering, “You must always be this good to me, or I’ll go crazy…”

She gave a bitter smile, her eyes full of madness. Yu Guiyao thought she was just joking; after all, it had only been two days, and feelings weren’t that deep. Yet, it was true—she liked her very much too…

“Mhm.” Yu Guiyao nodded and smiled at her. She then went to the cave to get a towel.

When she walked back, Fu Wenchen noticed the woman’s shirt was rumpled and soaked with sweat. She snatched the towel from her hand and smiled. “Your hand is injured. I’ll wash myself. Also, take off your clothes, and I’ll wipe the sweat for you…”

Wipe… wipe the sweat?

Yu Guiyao’s ears turned red instantly. But meeting Fu Wenchen’s serious eyes, she finally compromised. After all, she did feel sticky and uncomfortable. Besides, they had already bathed together—why be shy now?

With a red face, she sat on the nearby rock and began to unbutton her shirt one by one.