The Mad/Beautiful Movie Queen Heard My Inner Voice After Losing Her Memory - Chapter 38

Chapter 38

The bite didn’t hurt at all.

Or rather, it wasn’t a bite—it was more like a kiss.

The woman held her waist, suckling the flush of her skin. She kissed her as if she were tasting her lips, with extraordinary tenderness. Those lips were warm and soft; with every suck, a wave of numbness raced up her spine. Fu Wenchen bit her lip, tears welling in her eyes as she cradled the woman’s face and leaned in proactively.

She loved this so much…

Like a little puppy, the woman extended her wet, pink tongue, licking the area repeatedly. Fu Wenchen’s heart hammered; that tongue was so soft and moist it felt like it was sweeping across her very soul.

At the “wound,” a surge of transparent fluid erupted instantly. Those two “lips” couldn’t even close; they remained slightly parted as if waiting for something more.

Fu Wenchen thought back to last night…

Last night, she had grabbed her “Sister’s” hand, filling her empty heart to the brim. The two fingers had moved back and forth within the mold, a perfect, tight fit. In the end, a large amount of fluid had sprayed out.

If she could get that excited just by doing it secretly herself, she couldn’t imagine what would happen if the other person were actually awake…

But that was impossible. She would never tell Yu Guiyao the truth in this lifetime; she would never let her leave. Her thoughts were obsessive and frantic, yet looking at the woman kissing her now, her heart instantly melted.

How could someone be so silly, walking so easily into her trap?

She stroked the woman’s cheek longingly. Yu Guiyao, meanwhile, was getting more into it, kissing and suckling more vigorously. Fu Wenchen’s face was flushed. She looked down to see “plum blossom” marks appearing on her snow-white collarbone. Those ambiguous traces made her heart race as the numbing pleasure spread through her entire body.

Another surge of fluid escaped the wound, dripping onto the woman’s abdomen. Fu Wenchen couldn’t hold back any longer. She gripped the woman’s head, wanting more than just kisses—she wanted her to bite…

She tilted her head back, almost letting out a cry.

In the next second, Yu Guiyao’s eyelashes fluttered. For some reason, Fu Wenchen panicked and quickly closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep.

…

The moment she woke up, Yu Guiyao realized what she was doing. Her entire body began to burn with embarrassment. No wonder it felt different—she had been dreaming of kissing Fu Wenchen’s lips, but as she woke, she realized she had something in her mouth that was soft like candy, but it wasn’t a lip or a tongue.

She knew immediately what it was, as she was currently holding the woman’s waist with her face buried in her chest. A cool fragrance drifted from the skin, making her feel intoxicated.

She cautiously opened one eye and saw Fu Wenchen lying limp on her, seemingly still asleep. She breathed a massive sigh of relief. Thank God, thank God. I would have died of shame.

Yu Guiyao let go. Her face was scarlet as she looked at the “plum blossom” marks she had left. They stood out against the woman’s porcelain skin like buds appearing in the middle of a snowy winter, glistening with the “dew” of the morning light.

Recalling the sensation from her dream, it really had felt like red gummy candy. She couldn’t understand why, when she was dreaming of kissing the woman’s lips and swirling their tongues together, she had “sleepwalked” into such an offensive act.

Am I actually crazy?!

Her heart racing, she carefully rolled over and laid the woman down beside her. Seeing a small patch of moisture on her own abdomen, her ears turned beet red. She wondered: Fu Wenchen is asleep, but could she still feel that?

She instinctively looked up at the woman, only to find that she had woken up at some point. Her eyes were curved into crescents, her face still slightly flushed. She smiled and asked, “What were you dreaming about?”

“N-nothing…”

The moment their eyes met, Yu Guiyao’s face turned into a boiling kettle. Her cheeks were crimson, and she felt like steam was rising from her head. She had a very reasonable suspicion that the woman had been awake the whole time!

Seeing her so shy, Fu Wenchen’s eyes overflowed with amusement. Then, she frowned slightly, looking down at the place that had been kissed. She pressed her hand there and said innocently, “My chest feels so numb and a bit swollen. I wonder why?”

“Oh my, why is it still wet here? How strange…”

As she spoke, she touched the red area with her finger. Her fingertip then slid slowly down her flat stomach and reached the “two lips.” They were white with a flush of red. Yu Guiyao followed her finger with her eyes, her ears burning, and noticed the area was even more swollen than before.

Did she grind it again while I wasn’t looking?

The lips were slightly parted, glistening with moisture that was slowly sliding down.

“When did you… touch it again? Why is it worse?” Yu Guiyao frowned, growing worried.

“Then will you lick the wound for me?”

Unexpectedly, Fu Wenchen leaned in and hooked her arms around Yu’s neck. Her eyes were full of allure as she said shamelessly, “Just like last night. Comfort it for me. Kiss her, lick it~”

“It’s so itchy right now, it wants kisses…”

The delicate, soft words made Yu Guiyao’s ears tingle. The woman’s fingertips lightly stroked her neck, and her breath tickled Yu’s ear. With the beauty mark at the corner of her eye and her orchid-like breath, she looked exactly like a fox spirit from a myth. All she was missing was a tail.

She even hooked a leg over Yu’s waist, rubbing her body against her. Their skin met like smooth silk. Yu Guiyao felt boiling hot, her gaze darkening. In her desperation, she suddenly scooped the woman up and walked toward the bathroom.

“No,” she said hoarsely. “I’ll help you wash, then put on the medicine.”

“Stingy~” Fu Wenchen pouted but kept her arms around Yu’s neck.

…

In the bathroom, the warm shower water washed over them, rinsing away the leftover medicinal oil. Their skin felt incredibly smooth. Fu Wenchen’s legs felt weak, but she clung to Yu’s neck, rubbing against her chest.

“Kiss me~”

The woman’s face was bathed in pure water, her lashes wet, her skin appearing almost translucent. She looked like a lotus flower emerging from water. Her eyes were bright, and her lips were as red as roses. The warm water made her skin flush, revealing a neck and chest covered in red “plum blossoms.”

Yu Guiyao braced her hands against the wall, the veins on the back of her hands becoming prominent. She was a head taller than the woman. As she looked down, water dripping from her own face, her gaze was tender but shy.

She stared at the woman’s red lips for a long time before saying hoarsely, “Your mouth is swollen. Forget it, people will notice…”

“So what?”

Fu Wenchen stood on her tiptoes and kissed her fiercely. She sucked on Yu’s lips, gasping between the spray of the water: “Mint… it tastes like mint…”

Yu Guiyao remembered that the woman had insisted she use mint toothpaste this morning. Thinking of this, she blushed and kissed back, wanting to taste the strawberry flavor in the other’s mouth.

She extended her tongue, and their tongues instantly entangled. With water dripping from their chins and their lashes lowered, their gazes met in an ambiguous clash. Their pink tongues touched and swirled; Yu Guiyao immediately pushed the other’s tongue back into her mouth.

She sucked on the soft lips, her tongue sweeping and swirling within the woman’s mouth. A numbing sensation spread from their tongues to their spines. A sunset-like flush climbed onto both their faces. Strawberry and mint mixed and were swallowed away.

In the shower, Fu Wenchen clung to her, rubbing against her. When Yu finally let go of her lips to let her breathe, she was immediately kissed again. The wet, soft tongues entangled once more. Transparent fluid slid down the woman’s legs, mixing with the shower water.

She wanted to be eaten. It was unbearable.

Eventually, as their tongues went numb and Fu Wenchen seemed on the verge of fainting from the heat of the bathroom, Yu Guiyao wrapped her in a towel and carried her back to the bed. She gently dried her off, then knelt beside her to apply the medicine.

Fu Wenchen was flushed from the heat and the kiss. Tears filled her eyes. As her legs were parted, she felt a stinging pain in the swollen area. “It hurts~”

This time, it was true. She had been too wild by herself last night, and the kiss just now had made it both itchy and painful. She looked at the woman with a vulnerable, teary gaze.

Yu Guiyao sighed, put on her gloves, and began to apply the white ointment. “I don’t know what you’re thinking, acting so recklessly when you know it hurts.”

“Because I couldn’t help it,” Fu Wenchen said, looking at her with a gaze like silver threads, wrapping her up so tightly it made Yu’s heart skip.

Yu Guiyao avoided her eyes and focused on the red, swollen lips. The light touch of her fingertips filled Fu Wenchen with longing. She actually wanted the woman to put the medicine inside. The cool sensation of the cream combined with a tingling itch made her tears fall. “I want it to get better quickly. I want to ‘eat’ it~”

She gripped the towel, her body shaking slightly. The towel didn’t cover her; her skin was flushed, and her chest was covered in red marks. It was a heart-stoppingly sensual sight.

Yu Guiyao’s gaze darkened. Her ears were scarlet. She quickly pinched a medicinal tablet between two fingers and thrust it into the innermost part of the wound.

“Ah! Why didn’t you warn me…” Fu Wenchen bit her lip, her body jolting at the sudden act. A stream of transparent fluid mixed with white medicine flowed out.

“I love it~” she whispered, staring affectionately at the woman. she tried to close her legs to keep Yu’s hand there, not wanting her to leave.

But Yu Guiyao suddenly released the tablet and withdrew. With a soft “pop,” Fu Wenchen was left with tears in her eyes and an empty feeling where the tablet was slowly melting.

“I’ll go make breakfast!” Yu Guiyao blurted out, her face red as she saw the medicinal fluid dripping. She threw on a bathrobe and fled the room.

This is crazy. How can there be so much…

Hmph, dork. Hearing her thoughts, Fu Wenchen stared at her retreating back, her face crimson. Because of love, the feelings were endless. Just looking at that face made her spine tingle. She wanted to be swallowed whole.

Ah… I want to get better soon. Fu Wenchen lay limp on the bed, trying to empty her mind. But then her fingers touched the red marks on her collarbone, and her lips curled into a smile of pure devotion.

This is for the best. She’ll never know the truth, she’ll never hate me. She’ll love me and stay with me forever…

…

Downstairs, Yu Guiyao made beef noodles and even found time to check on Fu Qingdu.

Everything was the same as when she had left the “sister’s” body last night. The bedside lamp was still on, and the woman was lying quietly under the covers. Yu Guiyao wondered if Fu Qingdu ever ate; she hadn’t felt hungry when she woke up in that body.

She turned off the light but suddenly noticed a red mark on the woman’s neck. It looked just like a hickey.

No way. Probably just a mosquito bite. She dismissed the thought and decided she needed to get a mosquito net, otherwise that body would be covered in bites.

When she returned to the second floor with the noodles, the room was filled with the aroma of beef. Fu Wenchen looked at her with burning eyes. As soon as she got close, she opened her mouth and smiled: “Ah~ Feed me~”

Yu Guiyao smiled helplessly and fed her a few bites, but then, afraid her own noodles would get soggy, she handed over the bowl and chopsticks and ate her own.

Fu Wenchen: “…” Hmph.

Yu Guiyao couldn’t stand the aggrieved look and laughed: “Does the Young Miss want me to feed her with my mouth?”

“Of course I do!” Fu Wenchen’s eyes lit up.

Realizing what she’d said, Yu Guiyao immediately started stuffing her face with noodles and muttered, “Just kidding.”

She was so cute like this. Fu Wenchen watched her red ears and smiled, lowering her head to enjoy the breakfast the other had carefully prepared. It was delicious—both the breakfast and the person.

By the light of the morning sun, Fu Wenchen finished every drop of the soup. “I’m so full~”

Yu Guiyao noticed her hair was still wet and gently wiped her mouth with a napkin before wrapping her hair in a towel to dry it. Throughout the process, Fu Wenchen enjoyed the care naturally, staring at her and burying her face in Yu’s chest to smell her scent.

Yu Guiyao realized she had become incredibly accustomed to taking care of this woman. A question popped into her head: Why does it feel so natural to look after her in every little detail? It’s like I’ve been doing it for years.

At the question, Fu Wenchen’s heart sank. She quickly changed the subject: “We have to hurry. Grandpa Gu flew in from A City today, along with many elders of the Gu family. We have to go meet them.”

Yu Guiyao: “!!!”

It looked like a tough battle was about to begin.