The Mad/Beautiful Movie Queen Heard My Inner Voice After Losing Her Memory - Chapter 32

Chapter 32

The two “lips” were slightly parted, the inside rubbed to a bright red, with the tender “little tongue” standing erect and flushed with blood. Transparent fluid was still trickling from beneath it, like a greedy child who couldn’t close their mouth, letting the nectar drip continuously onto the car seat.

Yu Guiyao blushed, gently wiping with a wet tissue. She couldn’t help but blame herself for going too far; she knew the other was injured, yet she had succumbed to the moment and ground against her for over twenty minutes.

Thinking back, it was likely because of the constant low moans in her ear that gave her the illusion that the other liked it, prompting those sounds. Or perhaps it was because the other kept matching her rhythm, frantically grinding those two lips and the “little tongue” inside along with her.

She had temporarily lost her mind.

The excitement in her brain was acting up; several times she hadn’t just rubbed, but had violently crashed against those lips. The intense collision caused the little tongue to gorge with blood and the wound to seep transparent fluid. As if in extreme pain, Fu Wenchen trembled throughout, yet she kept calling out: “It doesn’t hurt…”

“Ah! It really doesn’t hurt, don’t mind me.”

It must have hurt; she was just being stubborn, which was why she kept crying out.

Unfortunately, Yu Guiyao hadn’t been able to react in time back then; she just kept grinding up and down. She was diligent and rhythmic, like a stone mill on a turntable, constantly grinding the tender tofu within the tray.

The entire vehicle vibrated as if the engine had started. Fu Wenchen’s body swayed up and down as she hooked her arms around Yu Guiyao’s neck, their tongues entangling. She looked like she was terminally ill, unable to breathe, only able to gasp and moan with a flushed face.

“Is there anything else you want to ask? Mmm… I’ll tell you everything…”

“Nothing else…”

At that time, Yu Guiyao only wanted to kiss her. Her soft tongue swirled against the other’s pink tongue, sucking her lips while her body continued to sway.

It was as if a bucket of water had been poured beneath them. The mixture of two transparent fluids grew, dripping everywhere, ensnaring their senses and making them addicted.

But now, she regretted it. She was annoyed and cursed herself for being a beast.

Yu Guiyao lightened her movements. Her hand wiping the wound was as gentle as could be, but when the wet tissue touched the swollen lips, Fu Wenchen still trembled in pain and cried out: “Don’t, don’t touch it…”

“Just wipe it, why do you keep staring…” Her face was flushed. Because of that scorching gaze, another surge of transparent fluid flooded onto the trench coat. She quickly hugged the other’s neck and cupped her face, not letting her look anymore.

Because the other was staring at that spot, her throat felt parched and her heart was unbearably itchy. She desperately wanted to press the other’s head down and have her kiss that injured place, or poke her tongue into those lips…

Just the thought of such a scene sent a numbing tingle down Fu Wenchen’s spine. She bit her lip, the corners of her eyes turning red, and whispered: “If you keep looking, then help me eat it…”

“!!!”

Hearing this, Yu Guiyao’s brain went completely numb.

“Mmm…”

She quickly reached out to cover the other’s mouth, her heart racing. She was going crazy. This woman really dared to say anything.

How could she kiss that injured place? Just thinking about it was beyond embarrassing. Imagine it… Fu Wenchen’s legs hooked around her neck, while she buried her head to lick the wound and drink the water dripping from it…

No! Don’t think about it!

Yu Guiyao shook her head quickly, her cheeks bright red. They hadn’t reached that point yet… She couldn’t do that.

Her ears were scarlet, but Fu Wenchen, hearing her inner thoughts, curled her lips slightly. Her pink tongue darted out, gently licking the base of the other’s fingers and the gaps between them…

Yu Guiyao felt like she’d been struck by lightning. She retracted her hand, but the wet, soft sensation lingered. She saw the woman laughing at her, her pink tongue licking her lips, her face flushed and eyes full of seduction, whispering: “Then how about in the future?”

“I really want to be eaten by you~” Fu Wenchen emphasized the word “eaten,” pressing closer and hugging her neck. Tears welled in her eyes as she rubbed against her: “Is it okay?~”

That soft, delicate voice entered her ears, and Yu Guiyao felt completely melted. Their bodies were pressed tight. Being rubbed against like that made her face turn beet red; she wished she could press the other down and grind against those lips for another twenty minutes so she couldn’t speak or seduce her anymore.

But that was just a thought. Ultimately, with red ears and downcast eyes, she gently wiped the wound while whispering: “We’ll talk about it later…”

“Later” again.

Fu Wenchen frowned. This time it really did hurt, it wasn’t an act. she trembled because the wet tissue was too rough; when it wiped the water, it brushed against the red and swollen injury.

“It hurts~” she couldn’t help but cry out, her eyes full of tears. “Kiss me~”

Yu Guiyao didn’t hesitate for a second. She kissed the corner of her mouth to comfort her, while her hand quickly wiped away the slippery transparent fluid from the wound.

Because there was so much of it, she had to wipe for quite a while.

Fu Wenchen clung to her again. The two kissed, their lips bright red, tilting their heads to suck on each other. The sound of wet suction filled the air, and their tongues tangled once more.

Yu Guiyao’s tongue swept through her mouth. No matter how many times they kissed, it was incredibly sweet. She swirled against the soft tongue and sucked in the nectar.

Fu Wenchen’s mouth went numb, her eyes misty. She hooked her arms around the other’s neck in response, her tongue swaying and entangling with the other’s as they sucked on each other’s lips. Their hot breaths mingled, growing more hurried as they spent a long time being intimate, kissing and pressing against each other.

Yu Guiyao’s other hand felt like it was stroking silk—silk that was white, delicate, and cold compared to her own heat. Gradually, she stroked the “silk” all over. Fu Wenchen’s eyes were full of tears; perhaps because they had kissed for so long, tears slid into her hair. Her face was breathtakingly beautiful, her whole body flushed like the dawn.

A long time later, Yu Guiyao sat up, her face burning with shame. She saw that the wound she had just wiped clean was now covered not only by the surging transparent fluid but also by another slippery liquid. And there was a lot of it. That was her doing.

Fu Wenchen slumped on the back seat, eyes full of tears, but she smiled and teased her: “You’re faster than me~”

“You…”

Yu Guiyao was speechless and could only blush and tidy up quickly.

She wiped for a long time, and her heart rate still hadn’t dropped, because that red-and-white wound was indeed too beautiful to look away from. Her mind involuntarily recalled descriptions from erotic novels about characters with special constitutions…

Stop!

She finished wiping and hurriedly began to dress.

Fu Wenchen’s gaze was deep as she hugged her neck and laughed: “You’re really amazing~ My whole body is soft, I can’t even move.”

“Have you studied a lot about that? Teach me in the future, okay?~”

“I feel so comfortable, so happy~” Fu Wenchen’s tone was tender and sweet, making one’s body tingle. She hugged her neck and gently rubbed her face, her fingertips constantly stroking the mole on her neck.

Yu Guiyao, flustered by the teasing, wrapped her in a trench coat and threatened: “If you keep this up, I won’t help you dress. I’ll just wrap you like this and carry you up…”

“Fine by me, I have to shower once we’re up anyway~” Fu Wenchen was more than willing. She said with a smile: “Do you know how happy I am? Because you poured that on me just now…”

“That’s how I know you like me too~ That’s why you have such intense feelings, just like me.”

Every word made Yu Guiyao’s heart thunder. She quickly finished dressing herself, wrapped the other up, and got out of the car. She couldn’t stay in that car any longer, or she feared she wouldn’t be able to control herself. She grabbed the bags and carried the other away.

…

They entered the villa. The decor was luxurious, spacious, and bright. Yu Guiyao was afraid of running into Fu’s parents and cautiously tried to find a room to tidy up first.

But Fu Wenchen laughed while hooking her neck: “I bought this villa after I came to F City. Every time I go somewhere to film, I buy a house. There’s no one else here. Even if we did it from the first floor to the second, no one would know~”

Yu Guiyao: “…” Too rich!!! Buying a house everywhere she goes?! With red ears, she looked around the vast living room and felt the boss was indeed extravagant.

Fu Wenchen’s gaze darkened as she told her to go to the second-floor room. “However, my parents are bringing Sister here to stay tonight. From now on, Sister will live with me.”

Yu Guiyao was stunned: “What?!”

“Don’t your parents forbid you from seeing her?” She felt guilty. After all, she would transmigrate into Fu Qingdu whenever she fell asleep. Living under the same roof and switching identities—wouldn’t she be exposed?

As she grew anxious, Fu Wenchen smiled. “Don’t worry, my sister only wakes up at night. She won’t disturb our ‘good deeds.’ I just have to make sure I don’t scream too loudly and wake her up~”

Yu Guiyao: “…” Can this woman think about anything else? With a red face, she walked into Fu Wenchen’s room.

To her surprise, the room was filled with books, looking more like a study. There was only a large bed in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. The bedding was dark-toned; in fact, the entire room’s color scheme was dark and cold, making one feel a chill for no reason.

Fu Wenchen asked her to carry her to the shower, and she complied. Even after such intimacy, Yu Guiyao felt a bit shy. She set Fu Wenchen down and turned on the warm lights in the bathroom, but the woman’s legs were soft; she couldn’t stand steadily and had to lean into her arms.

The trench coat fell to the floor, the hem entirely soaked. She picked it up to toss in the basin. Fu Wenchen helped unbutton her shirt, saying considerately: “The clothes are expensive, take them off first…”

Mhm, makes sense. Yu Guiyao quickly took off the expensive clothes and set them aside, then tossed her underwear into the basin as well.

With no barriers left, Fu Wenchen immediately pressed tight into her arms and laughed: “Raise your hands high, I’ll help you wash~”

Yu Guiyao had no choice. Her hands couldn’t get wet, so she could only carry the other under the showerhead, holding her hands high and turning on the water. Warm water instantly washed down over their bodies, sliding down their legs onto the floor.

But Fu Wenchen stood on her tiptoes, hooked her neck, and suddenly kissed her. As the water ran down her face, Yu Guiyao closed her eyes and kissed back without hesitation. She sucked on her lips amidst the water. In that moment, it was as if they both held their breath, constantly tasting each other.

Fu Wenchen hugged her tightly, their bodies pressed together as warm water slid over their snow-white skin. She was so pale that Yu Guiyao’s skin tone provided a stark, natural contrast. Fu Wenchen kept rubbing against her, her legs seemingly unable to support her, trembling slightly.

Afraid she couldn’t breathe or would fall, Yu Guiyao pressed her against the wall. The cold tiles made Fu Wenchen shiver. The feeling of their chests pressed together was like cotton—soft and yielding beyond belief.

Their eyes met, breathing ragged. Yu Guiyao quickly adjusted the showerhead so the warm water continued to spray over them. She continued to kiss the other, prying open her teeth, her soft tongue sweeping through her mouth and swirling against the pink tongue.

The two wet tongues tangled. Fu Wenchen’s cheeks were flushed, and she felt waves of numbness spreading from her tongue throughout her body. She tightened her arms around the other’s neck, kissing more frantically.

They secreted sweetness that Yu Guiyao sucked away and swallowed. Amidst the entanglement, Fu Wenchen let go of her neck with one hand. Yu Guiyao didn’t know what she was doing until she felt something was wrong. She abruptly pulled away, her ears red as she snapped: “Don’t touch your injury! It’s already swollen!”

A silver thread stretched between their lips. It turned out Fu Wenchen had already reached inside to the wound. She seemed to be trying to relieve the discomfort there, her fingertips scratching up and down.

Hearing the angry voice, Fu Wenchen quickly withdrew her hand, the warm water washing away the crystal moisture on her fingers. With tearful eyes, she cried: “But I feel uncomfortable, and your hands can’t touch water, otherwise I wouldn’t have to comfort myself like this…”

Yu Guiyao was silenced. She could only say with a red face: “It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have kissed you. Let’s just finish washing quickly.”

“But the feeling won’t go away~” Tears slid down Fu Wenchen’s face. The corners of her eyes were red, and her skin, washed by the water, glowed with a faint flush. Her face was beautiful yet pure. Under the warm bathroom light, she looked like a beauty in a painting, or a lotus emerging from water—perfect in every way. Her heart raced.

Her wet lashes, the small mole on her cheek, and the teardrop mole were soul-stirring. When she cried, one only wanted to yield to her and coax her. Yu Guiyao’s heart softened, but she was torn: “We’ve touched it too many times today. You’re in pain, and it’ll get worse. You’ll cry even harder later.”

“So, endure it for a bit…” I shouldn’t have kissed her, she thought. It’s my fault for not holding back.

But Fu Wenchen refused to let go, crying softly: “No, I’m going to explode!”

“It doesn’t hurt that much anymore. Help me grind for a bit~” She circled her neck as if acting spoiled. “Just for a bit, until I feel better, okay?”

Yu Guiyao’s heart hammered. She wanted to refuse, but seeing the tear-reddened eyes, she couldn’t help but lean down to kiss the mole on her cheek and agreed softly: “Fine, but if it hurts, you must say so…”

“Of course, I wouldn’t endure the pain~” Fu Wenchen was instantly happy. She leaned in to kiss her lips and whispered: “You’re so good~ I love you to death, Yao Yao…”

Yu Guiyao’s face turned scarlet at her words. The next second, she pressed the other firmly against the wall. Since her hands couldn’t touch the water, Fu Wenchen parted their “lips,” and she pressed down, aligning them and beginning to grind up and down.

Her hands were wrapped in gauze, so she rested her fists against the wall, using only her body weight to apply pressure. Fu Wenchen hooked her neck, her feet barely touching the ground. Being pressed so tightly, she felt she was about to drown in the embrace.

Warm water washed over them as her body swayed. It was as if she were in another world. In that world, she was soaking in hot spring water, her body burning with a fever that wouldn’t break, but the “jade” in front of her was cool and refreshing. She subconsciously followed the rhythm, swaying against the “jade,” desperate to break the fever.

Their lips ground together, the engorged little tongues clashing and rubbing. Fu Wenchen felt as though she were undergoing a series of lightning strikes. Shocks of electricity shot up from her tailbone, spreading throughout her body. She couldn’t withstand the “tribulation”; it felt as if she were ascending, her soul rising and falling in infinite weightless excitement. She could only scream in her mental world to vent.

Ahhh! Ahhhhh!

Lightning struck her body over and over. The warm water tested her limits, but on the surface, she just gritted her teeth, tears falling continuously.

Yu Guiyao saw her flushed face and poor state. She was gasping as if about to faint. She quickly asked: “How is it? Does the wound hurt?”

“No… it doesn’t hurt… don’t stop halfway, I’m almost there~” Fu Wenchen’s voice was airy. She hung on the other like she had no bones. Streams of transparent fluid mixed with the shower water slid down her legs.

Yu Guiyao could only keep her pressed to the wall, frantically grinding her lips. Their bodies were flushed a deep red from the hot water. They hugged tightly, Fu Wenchen’s body swaying. She felt dizzy. She gradually felt a slight sting from the wound, but that pain was covered by another sensation.

She felt like she was in a hot spring, the sweat being washed away, every pore opening. She felt pleasure from her head to her toes. Before long, she couldn’t hold back. While hugging the other’s neck and crying, she moaned out loud.

“What should I do? I think I’m addicted…” “Yao Yao, I love this so much~”

“What addiction?” Yu Guiyao was also out of breath, sweat on her forehead. But since the other hadn’t screamed in pain, she continued grinding the lips and the little tongue inside.

“An addiction… to this…” Fu Wenchen’s eyes were full of tears. She was trembling as if afraid. Her body swayed as she kissed the other, saying fearfully: “I heard this kind of addiction is very demanding. If it’s not satisfied, there will be mental problems.”

“Who told you that?” Yu Guiyao found her fearful look a bit funny. “This isn’t an addiction. At most, you’ve been ’empty’ for too many years. Suddenly getting a taste, you find it novel and want it constantly.”

Fu Wenchen blushed at the words. She tightened her arms to kiss her hard, then grabbed some body wash to rub between them, snapping: “Fine then, prove it. Show me how you’ll make me tired of it, with no novelty left.”

Yu Guiyao was stunned, but seeing her flushed face and that she didn’t want to stop, she could only sigh in her heart and say: “Just ten minutes. After ten minutes, I’m carrying you to the bed to rest.”

“We can’t let this go on. Your injury won’t heal for a week at this rate…”

Fu Wenchen was dissatisfied: “No, ten minutes isn’t enough!”

But the next second, she was silenced by Yu Guiyao suddenly grinding her lips violently. She was going crazy! She screamed internally as her little tongue clashed with the other’s, beginning a frantic grind.

Yu Guiyao kissed her hard, tangling their tongues. Fu Wenchen couldn’t keep up with the frantic pace and could only passively accept it. She felt like she was being struck by lightning strikes. Her mouth was numb and her body trembled.

“Yao Yao…” Fu Wenchen clung to her neck, her body swaying as if struggling. The body wash was rubbed between them, and the slippery sensation spread over their skin like two pieces of soft silk rubbing against each other. The shower water washed away the foam, mixing with the transparent fluid and sliding down from her ankles.

A long time later, the bathroom was filled with her moans.

“Yao Yao…” “I don’t want to stop… not ten minutes…” “No, don’t leave me…”

Ten minutes passed. Yu Guiyao wanted to carry her to rest, but Fu Wenchen kept crying, making her heart a mess. She could only kiss her pityingly and gently grind against the inner part of her lips. Numbness spread from the engorged little tongue. Those two lips were ground until the little tongue stood tall like a small tomato, grinding against the other’s.

The shower washed away the transparent fluids. Yu Guiyao kissed her more and more gently, their tongues tangling. Feeling the tenderness, Fu Wenchen recalled the images of the fire and those painful seven years. She felt regret and guilt; tears slid from her eyes.

Like a nightmare, she could only sob and moan, unable to escape. She could only hug the woman tightly, using her body heat and the constant numbness to flee the pain. They ground their lips together, their bodies swaying as if comforting each other.

She felt as though she were in another world, her soul detached. A white light flashed in her mind. In that moment, it was as if hot spring water flowed through her body—it felt heavenly. Her body spasmed slightly. A large amount of transparent fluid poured down onto the floor, only to be washed away by the shower.

Yu Guiyao turned off the shower and wrapped her in a bath towel. Fu Wenchen was nearly fainted, leaning limp in her arms. Even so, she hooked her neck to kiss her, crying: “No… not done yet!”

Yu Guiyao sighed, then suddenly scooped her up in a princess carry and went to the bedroom, laying her on the bed. She suspected the woman really was addicted. But she couldn’t indulge her anymore. She had clearly heard her cry out in pain while she was dazed. Doing it even when it hurts, she’s crazy!

Frowning, she pulled open the bath towel, took the medicine, and grabbed the woman’s leg to firmly apply the ointment.

“You…” Fu Wenchen slumped on the bed, too weak to even lift a finger. She felt a coolness on her swollen lips—Yu Guiyao was applying the medicine. With her head down, she didn’t use a cotton swab, but used her fingertip to carefully spread the milky-white ointment over the swollen area.

Due to body heat, the white ointment gradually melted, turning into a milky liquid that flowed down. Yu Guiyao stared at the beautiful place with satisfaction, then used a cotton swab with another ointment to reach inside the lips, swirling to apply it.

With that movement, Fu Wenchen gripped the bedding, her body trembling. A numbness spread through her swollen lips, and milky liquid mixed with transparent fluid fell down.

Teary-eyed, she was about to speak when she saw Yu Guiyao seriously retract her hand, help her sit up by the waist, and start blow-drying her hair. This time, Fu Wenchen didn’t pester her. Instead, her eyes felt hot, and she rested her head on the other’s shoulder. She stared dazed at the gentle movements, her voice choked up.

“Will you call me A-Chen?”

Yu Guiyao paused. Having dried her hair halfway, she rubbed her hair and called softly: “A-Chen?”

“Mhm…” The low voice made Fu Wenchen’s heart flutter again. She hugged her neck, tears falling uncontrollably.

Feeling the warm tears, Yu Guiyao didn’t know which nerve she’d touched this time to make her cry again. She could only gently stroke her hair and turn up the warm air of the dryer to make her more comfortable.

Before long, Fu Wenchen fell asleep. Her cheeks still had a faint flush, her sleeping face peaceful, though there were tear stains at the corners of her eyes. For some reason, Yu Guiyao leaned down and kissed her cheek. Realizing what she’d done, she blushed and quickly tucked her in.

After all that, she dried her own hair, put on a bathrobe, and went downstairs to cook as she felt hungry. To her surprise, the kitchen was empty. Helpless, she was going to the supermarket, but she checked online and saw the villa area had delivery. She placed an order.

Not long after, the doorbell rang. She opened the door, only to find not just the delivery guy, but also Fu’s parents.

Yu Guiyao: “!!!”

The moment he saw her face, Mr. Fu’s eyes widened. Mrs. Fu took a step back, nearly falling to the ground in shock.

“Gu Ruoqin!!!”