The Mad/Beautiful Movie Queen Heard My Inner Voice After Losing Her Memory - Chapter 34

Chapter 34

“Better not… we shouldn’t do this…”

Even as Yu Guiyao refused, she couldn’t take her eyes off the woman. Looking at that face so close to hers, those peach-blossom eyes seemed naturally filled with affection. The tiny mole at the corner of her eye was like a drop of ink on white paper, surrounded by a faint, blossom-pink flush.

The tears in Fu Wenchen’s eyes made it impossible to be harsh. She whispered softly: “It’s not like I’m asking you to… ‘mouth’ the wound…”

“Just kiss me somewhere else~”

Yu Guiyao: “!!!”

‘Mouth’ the wound? How can she say such things so easily…

Her entire face turned red and her heart hammered. She could no longer look at that beautiful face directly for fear of her own stray thoughts. She made a move to push her away, trying to change the subject: “Aren’t you hungry? I’ll go make dinner…”

“Aren’t you even going to listen to where ‘somewhere else’ is?”

Unexpectedly, Fu Wenchen wouldn’t let her go. Her hands gripped Yu Guiyao’s neck tightly, her body pressing closer, leaving no room for escape. Her eyes reddened with grievance: “You just said you wouldn’t go back on your word…”

“I…”

Yu Guiyao was speechless. Could she really admit she was just being perfunctory to get out of the kitchen sooner?

Hearing those inner thoughts, Fu Wenchen grew upset. A single tear escaped the corner of her eye, wetting her long lashes—a picture of fragile beauty. Her skin was snow-white, stained with a slight flush of annoyance, and her red lips were as vivid as blooming roses. She suddenly let go and turned away, huffing: “If you don’t want to, then forget it. But agreeing and then breaking your word…”

Seeing her angry, Yu Guiyao felt a surge of panic. Without thinking, she reached out, wrapped her arm around Fu Wenchen’s waist, and pulled her back into her embrace.

“Fine. Tell me… where is it?”

Her voice was barely a whisper, her ears scarlet. She told herself it was just a few kisses; if Fu Wenchen actually got upset, she wouldn’t know how to soothe her.

As she thought this, Fu Wenchen’s lips curled into a hidden smile. But when she turned back around, she maintained her teary-eyed, aggrieved expression: “I’m your girlfriend now, but you’re still so distant. What kind of girlfriend acts like a kiss is forced labor?”

What kind of girlfriend sticks to someone from morning till night, kissing non-stop? Yu Guiyao thought, blushing, but she replied: “It’s a process. After all, we don’t have an emotional foundation yet…”

“Can’t we create one?” Fu Wenchen hooked her arms around Yu Guiyao’s neck again, closing the distance until her face rested on Yu’s shoulder. She said sadly: “What’s the use of liking someone for so many years if I only end up remembering the painful things?”

“But with you, it’s different. I remember every time you touch me, every kiss, every hug. The swings… you helping me with the medicine…”

“In every moment, my heart flutters. I’m so happy~”

Every word made Yu Guiyao’s heart thunder. Holding the woman’s waist, their bodies pressed tight, those whispered secrets in her ear made her feel lightheaded and tingly.

“Mhm…”

Ultimately, she just gave a soft hum, but her mind couldn’t help but flash back to their moments of pleasure. People say “lust begins with the eyes” for a reason—Fu Wenchen was simply too perfect. Every time she clung to her, Yu Guiyao found it impossible to restrain herself. Maybe she was just a vulgar person; she liked money, and she liked beauty.

As she was thinking, Fu Wenchen suddenly seemed dissatisfied again. She whispered: “If it were another rich woman keeping you—the kind with both money and looks—would you have yielded just like this?”

Yu Guiyao: “…”

“That’s impossible,” she countered instinctively.

Fu Wenchen was about to be happy until she heard the following thought: Where would I find someone else as rich and as “silly” as you, who would take a fancy to a simple fisherwoman like me?

Yu Guiyao lowered her head only to find Fu Wenchen staring at her intently: “You think I’m silly?”

Yu Guiyao: “…” How did she know?

“Because everything you think is written on your face. You’re as simple as a ‘Sweet White Silly’ character,” Fu Wenchen frowned, her eyes red and focused entirely on Yu—affectionate and captivating.

Yu Guiyao was stunned. Is it really that obvious? Everything I think is on my face?

Seeing her disbelief, Fu Wenchen hid the darkness in her eyes and leaned back onto Yu’s shoulder, shifting the topic: “I’m not silly at all. From the moment you blocked that sword for me, I understood. Someone like you is the most worth loving…”

“And it’s true.”

“Yao Yao, love doesn’t care about birth or gender. It’s often just a single moment where you realize what you truly love.”

She looked into Yu’s eyes, her own glistening with tears, making Yu Guiyao’s heart soften and race faster.

“I’m taking you seriously. Every word you say, I hope it’s true.”

Yu Guiyao held her tightly. In this moment, she completely lowered her guard. She wanted to stop caring about the logistics and just truly date this woman. She smiled, stroked the other’s hair, and said softly: “Where do you want me to kiss?”

The moment she heard that voice, Fu Wenchen felt a shiver down her spine. Under that tender gaze, her tears increased. She hugged Yu’s neck, her body going soft and her face flushing as she murmured awkwardly: “The… the neck…”

That’s it? Yu Guiyao thought. She had expected something much more difficult to handle. She took a deep breath, her ears red, and lowered her head to kiss her, but Fu Wenchen whispered: “Pick me up first…”

What’s the difference? Still, Yu Guiyao complied. She gripped the woman’s hips and lifted her with one strong movement.

Fu Wenchen took the opportunity to wrap her legs around Yu’s waist, pressing her body flush against her. Her hands climbed to the back of Yu’s neck as she added: “Don’t just kiss… I want your tongue to touch it…”

Yu Guiyao’s face was already a total disaster of a blush. She buried her face in the woman’s neck. The skin was like fine jade, emitting a cool fragrance. As her hot breath hit her skin, Fu Wenchen shivered. She tilted her head back, eyes misty, and threaded her fingers through Yu’s hair, urging: “Hurry~”

Yu Guiyao’s gaze darkened. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips to the skin.

She felt the slenderness of the neck, her lips touching the soft cartilage of the throat through the skin. The skin was delicate; following the request, Yu Guiyao extended her tongue to touch it gently, licking slowly like a tender puppy.

The wet sensation made Fu Wenchen’s entire body go numb. She pressed the back of the other’s neck, head thrown back, her legs tightening around Yu’s waist. Supported by the hips, the swollen injury began to seep more transparent fluid, soaking into her clothes. Her lips parted as if to make a sound, but she bit them back, the tears in her eyes being the only sign of her struggle.

It was unbearable. Gasping, she began to sway up and down in Yu’s arms, trying to relieve the itch at the wound site.

Yu Guiyao finally understood why she wanted to be picked up. At the very least, it allowed for some “scratching through the cloth.”

Blushing, she didn’t want to back down. she turned and placed the woman on the nearby table, lowering her head further to suckle on her neck.

Sucking sounds filled Fu Wenchen’s ears. Her fingers gripped Yu’s hair as her neck felt like it was on fire. The wet, numbing sensation traveled everywhere. She couldn’t take it anymore; her shaking hands began to rip open the buttons of her silk pajamas.

The silk slid down her shoulders, revealing her beautiful collarbones and a large expanse of white skin. A hint of red was half-hidden beneath the silk, trembling with the heave of her chest. She looked as if she had a high fever.

“A little lower, please?” she gasped.

“Just for a bit, then we’ll eat~”

“Just this once, help me… it’s so itchy there…”

“Help me grind it a little, right at the wound.”

Her eyes were overflowing. It wasn’t just the wound; her heart was itching, too. Her whole body was burning. Her legs hooked tightly around Yu’s waist, repeatedly trying to rub the wound against the same spot on Yu’s body.

The layers of fabric were too rough, making her sting. Yu Guiyao paused, lowered her head, and pulled away the two layers of cloth covering the injury. The site was even more red and swollen now; the two “lips” were parted, revealing the engorged little tongue inside. Transparent fluid was everywhere, even forming silver threads between the lips.

Yu Guiyao was speechless: “You…”

After a few seconds of trying to find the words, she finally said: “Forget it, you can’t grind this anymore. Let me wipe it first, put on some medicine, and then I’ll cook for you.”

“No…”

Fu Wenchen’s legs tightened around her waist, her arms locking her in place. “It’s so itchy~” She sobbed, making a move to reach down with her own hand.

Yu Guiyao quickly caught her wrists, her mind a chaotic mess. Before meeting Fu Wenchen, she never knew this cool, aloof Movie Queen could be like this. After meeting her, she found her heart softening every time she saw her cry.

But what could she do? If they didn’t grind, how else could she help her without hurting her further? This “bottled up” feeling was clearly making her miserable. Yu Guiyao stared at the seeping wound, her cheeks getting redder by the second.

Fu Wenchen gripped her hands back, swaying her hips to try and press Yu’s hand against the wound, saying considerately: “It’s okay… I can bear a little pain. Just fix it first, then the medicine…”

But her voice cut off abruptly because Yu Guiyao suddenly pulled her hands away and laid her flat on the table.

She had a solution in mind, but she had hesitated for a long time. Just thinking about it made the base of her neck turn red. She hadn’t expected she would actually want to lick the other’s wound, but for some reason, as long as it was Fu Wenchen, she felt no repulsion at all.

Thinking this, with a look of “death before dishonor,” she gripped the woman’s legs and suddenly lowered her head, kissing those two slightly swollen lips.

Fu Wenchen had thought she was being pushed away to be left alone. She was about to sit up through her tears when she saw this. The woman had closed her eyes, her beautiful face buried in her “wound,” her soft petal-like lips kissing the red, swollen area.

A jolt of electricity shot up her spine. She cried out in surprise: “Ah! You!”

Why did you do it without saying a word!

Fu Wenchen bit her lip, tears falling, but her eyes were filled with unmasked excitement. The person she loved was kissing those lips, “mouthing” the wound for her.

Perhaps because of the pain, her body went instantly limp. She fell back against the table, her long hair spreading across the light-green wood. Her shoulders were half-exposed, her skin a feverish red. Her body trembled as she lay there with her legs parted—a pose of absolute vulnerability. She gripped the edge of the wooden table, her chest heaving violently.

Yu Guiyao was only kissing gently at first. Seeing such a strong reaction and fearing she was hurting her, she asked quickly: “Does it hurt?”