The Movie Queen’s Charming Little Wife: Feigning Amnesia Online - Chapter 35

Chapter 35

Lin Mo, who had been completely intoxicated, suddenly felt a chill run down her spine upon hearing that voice, snapping her awake.

Though the alcohol still clouded her mind, the tingling sensation on her scalp dampened the drunken excitement, leaving her feeling waves of coldness.

It seemed she had no choice but to open the door… given the person standing outside, if she didn’t open it, the woman might just tear the door down with her bare hands.

Lin Mo rolled off the sofa. It felt as if she were walking on clouds. She maintained her balance with extreme caution, squinted several times to find the handle, and finally managed to twist it open.

A tall, slender woman stepped in immediately, wrapping an arm around Lin Mo’s waist with a forceful, unquestionable grip.

Lin Mo blinked slowly and with great effort. Finally, from the blurred double vision, she managed to find a sliver of clarity and saw the expression on Xue Luhe’s face.

Anxiety, worry, and an irrepressible desire for control.

She looked as though she wanted to take Lin Mo apart and tuck her safely inside her own body to protect her.

Lin Mo let out a grunt from her throat. She wanted to say “Let me go,” but what came out was “Mmm-mmm-mmm.”

Xue Luhe naturally ignored the advice of a drunkard. With one arm around her waist and the other under her knees, she scooped Lin Mo up in a standard bridal carry.

Lin Mo’s thoughts were hazy. She only felt a sudden loss of gravity, staring up at the ceiling. Thinking she was about to fall, she began to struggle.

Drunk people often possess surprising strength. Lin Mo’s struggling sent Xue Luhe reeling backward. They nearly fell together, but Xue Luhe, having filmed countless action scenes, possessed incredible physical flexibility. Just as they were about to go down, she braced one foot against the shoe rack by the door, stumbled twice, and regained her balance.

Lin Mo was entirely oblivious to the harrowing crisis. She was seeing stars from the alcohol and assumed the swaying of her vision was normal—especially since the two hands holding her remained as steady as boulders.

Xue Luhe carried Lin Mo to the sofa but didn’t put her down on the cushions. Instead, she sat down herself and gently, carefully, settled Lin Mo onto her own lap. Even though the thick sofa cushions were right there, Xue Luhe didn’t let go; her hands remained firmly hooked around Lin Mo’s clothes and arms.

She softened her voice, looking deeply into Lin Mo’s face, and whispered:

“Who gave you this bottle of alcohol?”

Lin Mo moved uncomfortably. All she could see were patches of bright, fair skin. Her nose twitched, catching that familiar cold fragrance. The scent made her nervous; she instinctively wanted to get away. She couldn’t understand the question and simply pushed against the hands restraining her.

Xue Luhe let Lin Mo push her, completely unmoved. She let out a low laugh:

“The alcohol content in this bottle is quite high. Whoever gave it to you had ulterior motives… Did they want to see you like this?”

Lin Mo couldn’t budge her and couldn’t jump down. In her drunken frustration, she suddenly opened her mouth and began to wail: “Waa waa waa!”

She looked like a three-year-old having a tantrum on the spot. Her cheeks were a flush pink, and her eyes were squeezed shut as she howled. There weren’t even any actual tears.

Xue Luhe let out a sudden chuckle. She reached out to hold Lin Mo’s back, pressing her into her embrace and gently patting her to soothe her:

“Be a good girl, baby… Don’t cry, don’t cry…”

The intoxicated Lin Mo’s emotions were highly volatile. Her crying had been pure frustration because she couldn’t get back to the floor, but then she was pressed into Xue Luhe’s embrace, making it impossible to even struggle.

The familiar fragrance swirled around Lin Mo’s nose, her cheek pressed against something soft and tender, her back being patted gently…

She felt like she had returned to infancy. Her body involuntarily relaxed, and the crying gradually stopped.

Xue Luhe kept patting until the room fell silent. She loosened her grip slightly and looked down, a smile slowly spreading across her lips.

Lin Mo had fallen asleep in her arms.

Her skin was as pink and tender as a baby’s, eyes closed, thick curled lashes fluttering slightly. Most enticing were those watery, slightly pouting lips… looking full yet delicate.

What would those lips taste like? Probably sweeter than cherries, strawberries, and cherry tomatoes combined.

Xue Luhe lowered her head, looking deeply at the soft, fragrant, baby-sweet sleeping face in her arms. Then, she sighed and closed the distance between them.

Face to face, closer and closer.

Just as they were about to touch, Xue Luhe suddenly stopped. The atmosphere was thick with ambiguity. A cool evening breeze blew in through the window; the open bottle and glass on the table released the scent of alcohol into the air.

Amidst the swirling aroma, Xue Luhe suddenly gave a smile of ambiguous meaning. Then, she moved forward and rubbed her nose hard against Lin Mo’s.

Nose to nose, wing to wing—the gesture was so childish it made Xue Luhe feel like she was three years old again. But being three wasn’t necessarily bad; that might have been the time in her life when she was the most pure and knew how to love others best.

Xue Luhe rubbed her nose against Lin Mo’s for a long time, eventually making herself break into a wide grin and a low laugh.

“Hahaha…”

The nose-rubbing soon turned into cheek-pressing. Xue Luhe tilted her head and pressed her face against Lin Mo’s. Lin Mo’s face was burning hot like fire, yet soft like water, like a cloud.

A sunset cloud.

A comfortable sunset cloud scented with alcohol and coffee.

Xue Luhe’s own perennially cold cheeks were quickly warmed. She began to wonder: was this heat coming from Lin Mo, or from within herself?

It was as if her love for Lin Mo was like someone living in a frozen wasteland longing for tropical sunlight. But from the start, Xue Luhe had used the wrong method—plunder and imprisonment—trying to stuff the sun into her bedroom.

But the sun belongs to the sky. Once it leaves, it flies far away and never comes back down. If she started making amends now, would it be too late?

Xue Luhe greedily rubbed her face against Lin Mo’s several times, feeling that extreme softness and the exquisite, slightly fleshy texture.

Lin Mo was jostled awake, a sound bubbling in her throat: “Mmm… what are you doing, let me go…”

She pushed against Xue Luhe’s chest, turned her head away, and looked at Xue Luhe with eyes full of confusion.

Xue Luhe observed her movements with amusement. The more she looked, the more adorable she found her. Some of Lin Mo’s actions reminded her of an animal cub—clueless, muddled, and piteous.

Lin Mo pushed aimlessly with her hands but couldn’t move her. She gave up in frustration, lowered her head, and then suddenly huffed:

“Hmph! You’re a big psycho!”

Xue Luhe was momentarily speechless. She blinked, then laughed.

“Yes, I am a big psycho. Then who are you?”

Lin Mo had forgotten she was sitting on the “big psycho’s” lap. Hearing the question, she stretched her legs forward as if thinking, leaned her body back, and stuck a finger in her mouth to bite it.

Her quirky eyes darted around. Lin Mo seemed to be thinking very hard and actively, but in reality, her mind was a chaotic mess of nothing.

After a long while, she suddenly blurted out: “I am… I am… Astro Boy!”

Xue Luhe: “…”

She is truly drunk.

Lin Mo wasn’t satisfied with just saying it; she followed up with a shout: “He-ha! Behold the power of Astro Boy!”

She balled her hand into a fist and swung it forward!

Xue Luhe felt a sharp pain in her nose. Immediately after, Lin Mo clutched her own fist and screamed: “Ahhh! It hurts so much!”

Xue Luhe’s head snapped back, her hands letting go of the person on her lap. Lin Mo, losing her balance, rolled right off the sofa and landed on the rug with a “thud.”

“Ow ow ow! My butt… waaah, it hurts…”

Lin Mo sprawled on the floor, clutching her bottom and crying. This time, likely from the actual pain, her tears flowed freely.

“Waaaaah… mmm… waaaaah…”

Xue Luhe pressed her temple, a headache forming. Sensing a warm flow from her nose, she hurried into the bathroom.

Sure enough, “Lin-Astro-Boy-Mo” had punched Xue Luhe right in the nose, giving her a nosebleed. In the mirror, the blood was flowing down her philtrum, quickly reaching her upper lip.

A moment later, Xue Luhe emerged from the bathroom with a roll of tissue plugged into her nostril. Lin Mo was now half-lying on the rug, clutching the small wooden leg of the sofa base, fast asleep.

In her sleep, she would occasionally smack her lips as if dreaming of something delicious.

Xue Luhe, who had been slightly irritated by the nosebleed, suddenly felt her heart calm at the sight. It didn’t matter if she got hurt a little. After all…

Thinking of the scars she had left on Lin Mo’s ankles, Xue Luhe’s gaze darkened. She couldn’t help but touch her own nose.

Her past self really was… a bit of a psycho.

Xue Luhe couldn’t help but go over and sit beside Lin Mo.

“In the past, I was such a scoundrel… I’ve found that after falling in love with you, I’m willing to self-reflect. I have to thank you for that.”

Lin Mo waved a hand in her sleep, and with a smack, she hit Xue Luhe’s arm. Instead of getting angry, Xue Luhe offered her arm back to Lin Mo.

“You can hit me a few more times. Wake me up.”

However, Lin Mo just wrinkled her nose like a little wild beast, rolled onto her back, spread herself out like a pancake, and continued sleeping. As she slept, she began to let out soft snores.

Xue Luhe watched Lin Mo’s sleeping face for a while, touched her nose again, and went back to the bathroom to clean up. Then she walked back, picked Lin Mo up from the rug, and threw her over her shoulder.

This time, Lin Mo was jolted awake by the discomfort. She was half-sober. She stared blankly at her surroundings and murmured:

“What’s happening? Did the floor turn into the ceiling?”

Xue Luhe let out a low, pleasant laugh. She walked steadily toward the bedroom, soothing her softly:

“Be good, it’s okay. We’re going to the room…”

Lin Mo’s eyes went wide. By the time she was carried into the bedroom and gently placed on the bed, the moment her head hit the pillow, her consciousness suddenly cleared.

She scrutinized the person before her. Her gaze shifted from confusion to strangeness, and then rapidly to terror and fear.

“Ahhh! Why are you here! Get out! What are you doing here? This is terrifying!”

Xue Luhe, who was tucking in the corner of the quilt, paused at the piercing scream and stepped back. She retreated to the door, saw a small stool nearby, and sat down on it.

Lin Mo stared at her as she sat, screaming again:

“You’re still sitting there! What do you want? What is it going to take! I’m not going back with you, I won’t!”

Then, she heard Xue Luhe’s voice—a rare sound of loneliness and desolation, laced with hesitation:

“I’m staying here to watch over you, in case you need to throw up in the middle of the night or if anything else happens… I don’t want you to go back. I promise.”

Under the dim yellow light of the bedroom, Xue Luhe’s eyes, which usually held a sharp, powerful aura, now looked so… humble.

Like a big dog begging for mercy.

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