The Mad/Beautiful Movie Queen Heard My Inner Voice After Losing Her Memory - Chapter 35

Chapter 35

“Ah! It doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t hurt at all!”

Hearing her voice, Yu Guiyao felt that the other was just being stubborn. But listening closely, it truly didn’t sound like pain; rather, it sounded like—pleasure?

She blushed, thinking that in any case, using her lips and tongue was better than the previous grinding, which would have made the injury worse. Just helping her resolve this one time will be fine…

With that thought, she extended the tip of her tongue, first cautiously licking the edges of the “lips.” The transparent fluid on them was licked into her mouth; it had little taste, like sticky orange water, but a rich fragrance filled her nose, making her intoxicated.

The touched wound trembled, and subsequently, more transparent fluid surged out.

Yu Guiyao opened her eyes slowly, looking up. She saw the hem of the other’s nightgown slightly lifted, revealing a tight abdomen. The skin seemed to glow white yet was tinged with a slight flush, as if from a high fever. The chest heaved violently, driving the peaks up and down, while those hands tightly gripped the edge of the table.

Fu Wenchen’s head was tilted back, her lips slightly parted as she gasped, repeatedly letting out sounds: “Yao Yao, I love this… I love this so much…”

That soft, delicate voice made Yu Guiyao’s heart melt. Her heart hammered as she leaned in again, her tongue constantly licking those two lips, sweeping all the surrounding transparent fluid into her mouth bit by bit.

During this, Fu Wenchen felt as if she had entered another world, like lightning strikes hitting her crown. The numbing sensations came wave after wave, spreading from the swollen lips to her entire body. The wet, soft tongue constantly licking around those lips caused the fluid to surge even more.

She felt as if she were about to ascend in that other world, yet she also felt terminally ill, her whole body trembling and weak, her soul floating into the air as currents of electricity raced up her spine. It was like soaking in a hot spring; her body was burning, but it felt incredibly good. The pleasure exploded in her mind, and even her toes curled.

“Yao Yao…” “The wound doesn’t hurt… don’t be so gentle…”

Yu Guiyao heard her crying and gasping, even let out low moans from time to time. With red ears, knowing the other liked it very much, she blushed and poked her tongue between the two lips, sweeping back and forth, gently licking the engorged “little tongue” in an attempt to relieve its swelling.

The little tongue was perky, like a small tomato. Being swirled by her wet tongue, it became even more crimson, and the inner part of the wound frantically poured out transparent fluid.

Seeing there was too much fluid, Yu Guiyao instinctively took it into her mouth, her tongue sweeping frantically inside the lips, beginning to suck away the fluid surging from within. The sounds of wet suction and swallowing echoed in the quiet room, making one’s face burn and heart skip.

Fu Wenchen felt the flexible tongue sweeping inside her lips, licking her “little tongue,” while her lips were enveloped by the other’s soft lips, constantly being sucked. The numbness drove her crazy, and the warm, wet sensation made her lose control several times.

Large amounts of fluid surged from the inner wound, only to be sucked away. Tears continuously fell into her hair. Her legs were draped over the other’s shoulders, and she couldn’t help but tighten them. She didn’t want the other to leave; her mind was eroded by the waves of numbness from her lips, leaving her only able to moan:

“Yes, just like that…” “I love you so much…” “Yao Yao…”

Her moans became more intense. Her hands death-gripped the table edge. She had never imagined that the dream she had fantasized about countless times would become reality—and reality was even more frantic than the dream, making her feel as if she might die.

I love it, I love it so much…

She even wanted that wet tongue to poke into the tight “throat” within her lips to fill the inner wound. She was going crazy. Fu Wenchen tilted her head back, tears sliding down, her red lips wide open as she gasped.

After an unknown amount of time, the room was filled only with her voice. Her eyes were full of tears, and suddenly, her legs cramped slightly. In that instant, a large amount of transparent fluid surged from the wound.

Yu Guiyao’s tongue was still swirling when she was sprayed in the face by the “orange water.” The slippery fluid slid down her cheek, and a rich fragrance instantly filled the room.

She was momentarily dazed.

Fu Wenchen was also dazed, then felt a wave of shame, but a frantic feeling rose in her heart. Seeing the woman’s face covered in her fluids, her heart raced; she desperately wanted to repeat it. She wanted to be licked there again, to be “eaten.”

But she also knew not to rush. The other’s face was completely red; clearly, if she pushed her further, she might run away. So, she weakly braced her hands to try and sit up.

Yu Guiyao, seeing her struggle to sit, quickly grabbed a tissue to wipe her own face and helped her up. But she forgot to lower the legs draped over her shoulders. Fu Wenchen’s face was flushed as she cried out in pain.

Yu Guiyao finally realized and lowered the legs. They were white and slender, and when parted, they revealed the red-and-white wound. At this moment, those two lips were even more red and vivid, still dripping fluid, leaving a pool of water on the table.

She quickly averted her gaze, supporting her waist, and asked: “Where does it hurt?”

“It’s not my legs, my flexibility is very good, I can do any pose…” Fu Wenchen gave an irrelevant answer, immediately leaning in and wrapping her arms around Yu’s neck, looking at her with teary eyes: “It’s the swollen place, it hurts a little~”

Hearing this, Yu Guiyao’s cheeks burned even more. With a racing heart, she quickly pulled out a tissue to gently wipe her, apologizing: “I shouldn’t have kissed for so long…”

But before she could finish, Fu Wenchen suddenly leaned in for a kiss, startling her into turning her head away.

“You… you find me disgusting!” Fu Wenchen’s eyes were full of grievance, tears instantly falling.

Yu Guiyao panicked: “No, it’s just that I was afraid you wouldn’t like the taste…”

“Then do you not like it?” Fu Wenchen asked back. She replied with a red face: “I don’t dislike it…” “Then why wouldn’t I like it? Besides, it’s my own…”

In that moment, they looked into each other’s eyes. Seeing her long-lost love found after seven years, Fu Wenchen couldn’t help but shed tears again, and then she tried to kiss her once more.

This time, Yu Guiyao didn’t dodge.

Their soft lips touched, hot breaths intermingling. One hand was on the other’s waist, the other instinctively supporting the back of her neck. Fu Wenchen extended her tongue to deepen the kiss, and Yu let her. Closing her eyes, she pushed her own tongue into the other’s mouth, and they began to swirl together.

Their tongues constantly flickered, licking each other. Yu Guiyao sucked on her lips, enjoying this intimate, passionate kiss. She never would have thought that in just two days, she would be so intimate with another person, almost as if possessed, addicted to this feeling.

Their breathing grew more hurried as they exchanged sweetness. A silver thread slid from the corner of their mouths. Yu Guiyao gently licked it away and, seeing the other seemed out of breath, finally let her go.

She released the lips, a silver thread stretching between them. Their hot breaths mingled. Fu Wenchen kissed her again, suddenly crying: “You are so good~”

“What’s so good about me?” Yu Guiyao’s heart raced as she kissed back in detail. Their lips pecked together, making loud suction sounds. She knew they couldn’t go on like this forever, or the other would be uncomfortable again.

So she scooped her up in a princess carry and walked to the second floor. The silk pajama pants and lace panties were still hanging off the corner of the table.

Fu Wenchen wouldn’t let go of her neck, constantly kissing her. The tears in her peach-blossom eyes shimmered beautifully; she looked like she was about to cry again: “Only you are this good to me, willing to coax me. If I act spoiled, you satisfy me. Even for this kind of thing, you’re willing…”

Yu Guiyao was made even more embarrassed by her words. She placed her on the bed and looked down into the woman’s tear-reddened eyes. She couldn’t help but reach out to gently wipe the tears away, coaxing her: “Alright, as long as you’re not uncomfortable anymore.”

Fu Wenchen said: “But I’m still very uncomfortable~” Yu Guiyao: “…”

Seeing her dazed look, Fu Wenchen grabbed her collar and smiled slightly: “Since you were so good to me and helped ‘mouth’ my wound, then I’ll help you too…”

Yu Guiyao was startled, the base of her neck turning red. Looking at the woman laughing happily as if it were a prank, she felt her heart skip. The woman’s face was flushed, making her incredibly heart-stirring.

Yu Guiyao blushed and lowered her head, “viciously” biting the other’s lip once: “If you tease me again next time, I’ll ignore the pain and deal with you for a whole day and night…”

Though it was a “bite,” the strength was no different from a flirtatious nibble. It was her first time being so assertive. Fu Wenchen’s heart rate went haywire; with a flushed face, she hooked her neck to kiss back: “I want it, I want a day and night right now…”

But Yu Guiyao had already run away. She ran to the bathroom to get hot water, her voice sounding flustered from behind the door: “I was just joking.”

Heaven knows what came over me to say something so shameful and mushy. She almost made another mistake.

Sitting on the bed, hearing her inner thoughts, Fu Wenchen couldn’t help but laugh at her for being a “dork.” But just thinking of her made her heart tingle with heart-fluttering nostalgia. She desperately wanted to be connected to her forever. Once the swelling went down, she was definitely going to pester her for a day and night—even that wouldn’t be enough…

Fu Wenchen bit her lip, reminiscing about the feeling. The red, swollen lips were still moist. Yu Guiyao soon returned with a basin of hot water. Wearing gloves, she wrung out a wet towel, then leaned over to support her waist, lifting her slightly to wipe her clean.

Fu Wenchen hooked her neck and whispered with a flushed face: “It hurts a little… it hurts a bit here…”

“I put the medicine on. As long as you don’t touch it like we just did for a day, the swelling will go down.”

Yu Guiyao was very meticulous, carefully squeezing out more ointment and spreading it with her finger. Fu Wenchen blushed as she looked down at her; her legs were parted to make the application easier, but every time the swollen lips were touched, she trembled with pain.

Once the ointment was applied, it felt cool. Transparent fluid seeped out, melting the milky-white cream. Seeing this, Yu Guiyao immediately retracted her hand and ran off with the basin and towel, saying: “I’ll go make dinner, you rest!”

Fu Wenchen: “…” Am I that scary? I just had ‘feelings’ again…

…

Soon, Yu Guiyao finished tidying downstairs and prepared to cook. She took a look at Fu Qingdu in the first-floor room. The woman lay on the bed, covered by the quilt, as quiet as a corpse. Her long hair was slightly curled like seaweed, her long lashes resting on her lower eyelids. Her face was pale, as beautiful as a person in a painting.

Yu Guiyao sighed and continued cooking. Her knife skills were excellent; the ingredients were sliced paper-thin in no time. She lit the stove, and the aroma gradually wafted through the house.

Hearing the kitchen door open, she didn’t even have to turn around to know the woman had hugged her waist. Fu Wenchen rested her cheek on her shoulder, circling her waist from behind with a smile: “Smells so good~”

“Hungry?” Yu Guiyao turned off the heat and popped a piece of chicken into her mouth. “Mmm…” The tender chicken was delicious and juicy. Fu Wenchen quickly finished it, her eyes sparkling: “Tasty~” “Right?” Yu Guiyao was quite proud.

But the next second, the other stood on her tiptoes, ambushed her from behind, and kissed her cheek, leaving a greasy kiss while laughing. Yu Guiyao wished she could press her down and kiss her back, but seeing the woman so happy, she could only helplessly hold the dish and coax her: “Want me to feed you?” “Yes!”

Fu Wenchen curled her lips like a child, picked up her rice bowl, and followed her. Yu Guiyao blushed a bit when she saw the table, but after a thought, she placed the food down. They sat to eat. Fu Wenchen didn’t actually let her feed her much, fearing Yu was also hungry since she only had a bit of porridge in the morning.

While washing up after dinner, they stood side by side at the sink brushing their teeth. Yu Guiyao was embarrassed by her stare. She realized that no matter what she was doing—eating, washing dishes, making the bed, or drinking water—Fu Wenchen would stare at her with those peach-blossom eyes, looking at her affectionately until her face turned red.

But she was too shy to say anything, so she just let her stare, her heart racing. They finished washing and went to bed together. She couldn’t imagine that these scenes were what Fu Wenchen had fantasized about for seven whole years—fantasizing that she was by her side, cooking, eating, washing up together, and sleeping in the same bed…

Every time she looked at her like this and saw her shy smile, Fu Wenchen’s heart felt incredibly bittersweet. As soon as she crawled under the covers, she suddenly hugged Yu’s waist and burrowed into her arms. She buried her face in her chest, deeply breathing in her scent, her eyes feeling hot.

Yu Guiyao thought she wanted to sleep, so she gently stroked her hair and held her, wanting her to be comfortable. In her mind, this was the first time they were sleeping in the same bed. The woman emitted a faint, cold fragrance, and her soft body felt strangely familiar. She wasn’t repelled at all; instead, she was a bit obsessed.

She held her, originally wanting to ask what she should do tomorrow if they really met the Gu family—how to pretend to be Gu Ruoqin—but sleepiness hit her instantly, and her eyes closed.

When she opened her eyes again, she was in the first-floor room, lying on the bed. Yu Guiyao was woken up by a full bladder. After waking, she didn’t care that she had transmigrated into Fu Qingdu and hurried to the toilet. Fortunately, this body didn’t seem as weak as the first day she arrived.

Supporting herself against the wall, she finished her business and took a shower, feeling uncomfortable all over. But as soon as she wrapped a towel around herself and walked out, she met Fu Wenchen’s gaze outside the door.

“Sister, why didn’t you call me if you wanted to get up? What if you fell?” Fu Wenchen frowned, her beautiful eyes filled with concern.

Yu Guiyao’s heart skipped a beat, and her legs suddenly failed her. Even while holding the wall, she fell. But the next second, Fu Wenchen caught her and sighed: “What are you going to do once I get married?”

Yu Guiyao: “Eh???”