After Losing My Memory, I Was Targeted by the Obsessive Movie Queen [gl] - Chapter 21

“If we don’t sleep together, will A-He be sad?” Lu Youqing’s voice drifted softly into her ears. Yan He snapped out of her daze like she was waking from a dream. That’s right—she was the one who wanted to sleep separately for the time being, so now that Lu Youqing had proactively suggested it and the issue was perfectly resolved, why did she feel a sense of loss?

“No, not at all. It’s fine,” Yan He said, forcing a smile despite her inner turmoil.

Lu Youqing watched her, her ink-dark pupils warm, deep, and full of longing. An understanding smile played on her lips. “I know that since your amnesia, you’ve been guarded against everything. So, there’s no rush for us to sleep together. I want to wait until you truly accept me as your fiancée from the bottom of your heart before we talk about that. I want you to truly fall in love with me and accept me again. I want us to start over, okay?”

Lu Youqing swallowed the second half of that thought. She wondered if, by doing this, the A-He who eventually recovered her memories might not be so desperate to leave her.

Having said so many ambiguous and confessing words in one breath, even Lu Youqing’s cheeks felt a bit hot. She looked away toward the window, her hands hidden in her sleeves trembling slightly. She closed her eyes to hide the dark, obscure thoughts in the depths of her gaze.

A breeze snuck through the crack in the window, ruffling Yan He’s hair. In her sight, Lu Youqing seemed so elegant and pure. The moonlight spilled down from the window frame as if it had a special affection for Lu Youqing. Yan He’s heart skipped a beat. She hadn’t expected Lu Youqing to view their relationship this way—that the deliberate restraint and distance maintained in the hospital weren’t because of some hidden secret in their relationship, but because she feared Yan He would be uncomfortable or wouldn’t accept her.

She was always thinking of Yan He.

A sour, tingly ache rose in Yan He’s heart, like a faint electric current passing through her. She lowered her gaze, reached out, and took Lu Youqing’s hand resting by her side. The words she wanted to say swirled in her throat before finally coming out.

“Lu Youqing, although I don’t have my memories right now, I will work hard, very hard, so you won’t have to worry so much.” Lu Youqing was her fiancée; they should have been blissfully preparing for a wedding, yet now, because of her amnesia, there was so much unspoken heartache mixed with love. While sweetness bloomed in Yan He’s heart, it was tinged with bitterness. She made a silent vow to recover as quickly and as well as possible, so she wouldn’t make Lu Youqing sad again.

Lu Youqing turned to look at her with a cryptic smile, her dark eyes brimming with deep affection. She only smiled—a smile as warm as a spring breeze—hiding the satisfaction in her heart.

Outside, the wind rustled the leaves, scattering them across the courtyard. It seemed a cool rain would fall tonight.

Yan He’s injuries weren’t fully healed, so she needed rest. Furthermore, Lu Youqing had to leave for a tour in another city tomorrow, so both naturally chose to sleep early.

Watching Lu Youqing walk toward the empty guest room, Yan He followed her in and sat on the bed. Under Lu Youqing’s confused gaze, she spoke up.

“I’ll sleep here. You go sleep in the master bedroom.”

Lu Youqing chuckled, instantly understanding Yan He’s intent. However, she feigned ignorance and began to argue with her. “Why? I brought these blankets and sheets over and laid them out myself. Could it be that A-He…” She suddenly leaned in close to Yan He’s ear, her hot breath fanning against Yan He’s skin, her tone ambiguous and provocative.

“…wants to sleep with me?” As Lu Youqing spoke, she lifted the edge of the quilt. Before she could move further, she felt the weight on the bed lighten. The sound of hurried footsteps and a slammed door followed immediately.

Lu Youqing sat on the bed, looking at the sheets beneath her, and couldn’t help but laugh. Amnesiac A-He was so cute; compared to before, she was truly far too easy to fall for.

Yan He fled back to the master bedroom, closed the door, and flopped straight onto the bed. It felt as if Lu Youqing’s lingering, sultry words were still right by her ear. The mature woman’s naturally flirtatious voice tunneled into her heart, stirring her consciousness. A crimson flush spread across Yan He’s neck and cheeks.

After calming down for a while, Yan He prepared to take a shower. She gathered a change of clothes and entered the master bathroom.

This was her first “real” bath since being discharged. It was incredibly comfortable, unlike the sponge baths or quick rinses at the hospital. As the warm water poured over her, Yan He felt so relaxed she almost fell asleep. However, when she turned off the water and prepared to get dressed, she hit a snag.

She could manage her underwear, but the bra for her upper body was impossible to fasten. Her right hand had only recently come out of the cast, and she hadn’t regained full range of motion yet. Reaching behind her back to hook the clasps was simply too difficult.

She spent ten minutes in the bathroom failing to fasten it. The cramped space only made her freshly bathed body start to sweat again. Left with no choice, she threw on her other clothes and opened the bathroom door, intending to finish the job in the bedroom.

Standing in the room, Yan He was considering just giving up and going without it. Just then, a female voice spoke from behind her.

“Do you need my help?”

Yan He froze, her movements locking up. She stiffly turned her head and met Lu Youqing’s moist eyes. She spun back around instantly, covering her front.

“What are you doing here?”

Lu Youqing looked amused. She was wrapped in only a bath towel that barely covered the essentials. Water was still dripping from her wet hair, and the large patches of exposed skin on her upper and lower body were flushed pink from the steam. Yan He took one look and immediately lowered her head, not daring to look again.

She let out a couple of fake, awkward coughs.

The sound of footsteps and the wardrobe opening followed, then the rustle of clothes—sounds that wove through Yan He’s heart. From the corner of her eye, she saw Lu Youqing’s fair, slender calves and the towel dropping to the floor. Her breath hitched. Lu Youqing was changing right in front of her. Yan He felt like her whole body was on fire. Then it occurred to her that she wasn’t exactly fully dressed herself; her pajamas were hanging loosely on her frame, exposing a large amount of fair skin. They were basically in the same boat.

At that thought, Yan He couldn’t help but pull her clothes tighter, her head hanging even lower.

“Changing clothes, obviously. My clothes are all in the master bedroom. I don’t want to put on dirty clothes after a bath, so naturally, I came to change.” Lu Youqing shook her wet hair out from under her collar. Watching Yan He’s statue-like figure a few steps away, she walked over with curved brows.

She raised a hand, her fair, soft fingers landing on Yan He’s shoulder. Sensing Yan He’s violent flinch, she couldn’t help but laugh. “How about I help A-He?”

Yan He looked up blankly. “What?”

Before she could react, Lu Youqing had already moved behind her. She reached out, took the bra straps, and prepared to fasten them.

The faint scent of shampoo mixed with warm breath reached Yan He’s nose, like a layer of intoxicating perfume that made her head spin. The woman’s fingers behind her were very practiced; the tips brushed lightly against her back like a brush stroke, causing a series of tremors. Yan He couldn’t help but shrug her shoulders, biting her lip to stop the shivering in her heart.

The distance closed abruptly. Yan He seemed to feel Lu Youqing’s breath fanning across her back—an agonizing yet addictive sensation, like a pot of fine wine brewing. Lu Youqing’s perfume smelled wonderful; Yan He was starting to lose the ability to distinguish reality from fantasy, feeling as if an electric current was surging through every spot those fingertips touched.

“There, all done,” Lu Youqing said, tidying Yan He’s pajama top. Only a few seconds had passed, yet beads of sweat had formed on Yan He’s forehead. Only then did she dare to let go of her own hands. With numb fingertips, she stole a glance at Lu Youqing.

Lu Youqing was wearing a light purple camisole nightgown. The amount of skin exposed was hardly different from when she was wrapped in the towel. Though purple could sometimes be a tacky color, on Lu Youqing it held a certain charm, like aged wine.

Lu Youqing walked in front of her, the curves of her body rising and falling with her movements. Yan He dazed for a moment and instinctively asked:

“You… didn’t put one on?”

Lu Youqing tilted her head, her eyes flashing with a cunning light. Her long hair cascaded down like a river. “I didn’t. It’s very restrictive to wear that while sleeping.”

Yan He’s breath stopped, her lips trembling. She finally realized Lu Youqing was teasing her on purpose. It felt as if a lump of cotton was stuck in her lungs; her face was a mix of shame and annoyance. She turned her head away sharply. She no longer thought Lu Youqing was “gentle”; she thought she was a wicked, silver-tongued serpent.

“I’m going to sleep. Get out,” she said, trying to sound composed.

But Lu Youqing didn’t move. She took slow, playful steps until she was right in front of Yan He. The rustle of silk reached Yan He’s ears, and she nervously squeezed her eyes shut.

Lu Youqing rested her hands on Yan He’s shoulders, bringing their bodies close once more. She raised a hand to touch Yan He’s chin, forcing her to look up. Her red lips breathed out words like orchids. “Doesn’t A-He feel it’s very stuffy and tight? I was actually curious why A-He insisted on wearing it. You never did that when sleeping before. Or… I could help A-He undo it again.”

“I’m very tired and I’m going to sleep!” Yan He broke free from the shackles of Lu Youqing’s fragrance. Fighting her racing heart, she pulled back the quilt and lay down on the bed.

Lu Youqing watched her, knowing she had teased Yan He to her limit. She laughed to herself and was just about to leave when she suddenly heard a commotion outside the door. Simultaneously, the “ding-dong” of the front door lock echoed, a sudden, jarring noise in the deep of the night.