After Losing My Memory, I Was Targeted by the Obsessive Movie Queen [gl] - Chapter 34

The warm fragrance drifted directly into Yan He’s nose like a string of broken pearls. Every breath was filled with Lu Youqing’s scent, and her vision was filled with nothing but Lu Youqing. Yan He couldn’t help but lean back until her spine hit the cold car door. The shirt, already soaked through, pressed against her skin again, making her let out a sharp hiss.

As she retreated, Lu Youqing advanced. Lu Youqing shifted into a kneeling position on the seat, leaning over to cup Yan He’s face. Their bodies nearly overlapped. Her lips brushed past Yan He’s earlobe as she breathed in a soft, ambiguous tone, like an enchanting, ghostly serpent.

“It must be so uncomfortable with wet clothes clinging to you. Take them off quickly, my good A-He.” As she spoke, she reached for the clothes Yan He had half-shed, her fingers grazing the hem of the fabric and lightly brushing against her waist and abdomen.

Yan He tried in vain to shield her chest with her hands. She felt a faint electric current surge wherever she was touched. She stared at Lu Youqing with wide eyes, her lips parting to speak, but meeting Lu Youqing’s clear gaze and the sight of the injury on her hand, heartache finally overrode her logic. She pursed her lips, lowered her crimson face, and ultimately gave her silent consent to Lu Youqing’s movements.

Lu Youqing satisfiedly removed the wet clothes. Like coaxing a child, she guided Yan He through the motions of changing, personally dressing her. Throughout the process, the corners of her mouth were curved upward; she seemed to be doing something that made her very happy. In contrast, Yan He kept her mouth shut and her face stiff, looking as solemn as if she were in the middle of a high-level conference.

Once changed, Lu Youqing retreated slightly to create some distance. She lowered her eyes to look at Yan He; the clothes, which were a bit oversized for her, fit Yan He perfectly. The short sleeves revealed Yan He’s arms—pale and delicate, with faint blue veins visible under the sunlight. Lu Youqing’s gaze traced Yan He’s features as if she were admiring her favorite piece of art, her brows arched in a soft smile.

The unease and trepidation she had felt at Yan He’s sudden arrival were largely dispelled by the intimate atmosphere in the car. She stopped worrying about whether Yan He being in a familiar city would accelerate her memory recovery. Regardless, Yan He wouldn’t leave her.

A-He had promised her that.

And even if Yan He hadn’t come to find her, Lu Youqing’s bone-deep longing over these past few days of separation was reaching its peak. Perhaps by tomorrow or the day after, she would have asked the crew for leave just to go home.

Separation truly didn’t suit them. Lu Youqing propped her chin on her hand, watching Yan He with great interest, wondering what method she could use to lock Yan He by her side forever.

Yan He’s ears were bright red. She kept her head down, her long hair obscuring her vision, but she could still feel Lu Youqing’s gaze resting on her like something physical. She awkwardly curled her fingers.

“Do you still feel uncomfortable?” Lu Youqing spoke at the right moment, breaking the silence in the car.

Yan He shook her head truthfully: “I want to take a shower.” The physical sensation of being wet was gone, but the psychological discomfort remained. That water was dirty, and no matter how much she tried to ignore it, she still felt the need to clean herself thoroughly.

“Are you going to the set?” Yan He looked out at the desolate scenery beyond the window, her gaze landing on Lu Youqing’s bandaged hand. Her expression turned sorrowful.

She didn’t want Lu Youqing to go to work—not just because of the injury, but out of her own selfish desire. They hadn’t seen each other for days, and she really missed her. At this moment, she didn’t want to be apart from her at all. However, she only kept these thoughts to herself; saying them out loud would make her seem childish.

Lu Youqing smiled softly: “I’m not. The crew specifically gave me the day off today.” She pressed a button on the side. A moment later, the metal partition in the car slowly rose. She pointed ahead.

“That’s the crew’s hotel. Let’s go back there and rest for a bit.” She leaned in close and buried her head in Yan He’s shoulder. “I’m so sleepy. Let me lean on you.” Her voice was soft and gentle, like the first rain on a paddy field, causing ripples in Yan He’s heart.

Yan He turned her head toward her. From her angle, she could only see Lu Youqing’s long, butterfly-like lashes. She smiled silently.

The car soon arrived at the hotel. According to Lin Le, the production crew for Lu Youqing’s current film was very generous; they had simply booked the entire hotel for the staff and actors. Consequently, as she followed Lu Youqing inside, the eyes of everyone in the lobby fell upon them. Yan He stiffened for a moment but quickly regained her composure and followed close behind Lu Youqing.

“Hello, Teacher Lu.”

“Good morning, Teacher Lu.”

“Hello, Teacher Lu. How is your injury? I’m so sorry about accidentally hurting you last night.”

Staff members in the lobby greeted her. One person, seemingly from the props department, came over specifically to apologize.

“It’s been bandaged. I should be able to work normally tomorrow. It shouldn’t delay the shooting schedule too much.” Lu Youqing smiled at her. Her warm, breeze-like smile quickly eased the staff member’s anxiety. The woman bowed several times in a row, which drew even more attention to them—and to Yan He standing behind Lu Youqing.

Yan He stood quietly behind her, watching Lu Youqing converse fluently with the staff. Is this how she interacts with her colleagues? It was another side of Lu Youqing she had never seen.

Yan He clenched her fists, suppressing the slight sourness in her heart. She looked down at the marble floor, but suddenly felt her hand enveloped in warmth. She looked up and met Lu Youqing’s beautiful, ink-dark eyes.

“Let’s go,” Lu Youqing said softly. She slid her fingers between Yan He’s, interlacing them tightly, her eyes full of tenderness.

Yan He looked at her, feeling the curious or shocked gazes from the lobby, yet she was immersed in Lu Youqing’s gentle stare. She nodded and smiled back.

They took the elevator to the top floor, which the crew had reserved specifically for the actors. Lu Youqing led her to a suite, entered the code, and opened the door.

Still holding her hand, Lu Youqing practically pinned Yan He against the wall the moment they entered. Before Yan He could even register the hardness of the wall against her spine, a warm, soft body pressed against her front. Their lips met, and a rich fragrance immediately filled the air around them. An ambiguous, sweet taste erupted between their teeth. Pressed tightly together, their heartbeats and breaths synchronized, leaving only the hot, mingled air between them.

The longing from their separation was finally released in the small, quiet entryway. They held each other and kissed deeply. Both were wearing thin clothes; the coat draped over Lu Youqing’s shoulders had long since fallen to their feet, unnoticed. Only the sound of their breathing filled the quiet room.

When the kiss ended, Lu Youqing leaned powerlessly against Yan He’s shoulder. Even though she was the one who initiated it, she was the first to lose her strength. At this moment, she had to hold onto Yan He to keep her legs from giving way. Her clothes were a disheveled mess, hanging loosely and exposing much of her fair skin. Her exquisite face was flushed, her eyes were watery, and she gazed at Yan He, panting slightly through parted lips.

Yan He was also gasping for air. Even in her daze, she didn’t forget to wrap her arms around Lu Youqing’s waist to keep her from sliding down. Her lips were swollen from the contact, and the sweet taste of Lu Youqing seemed to linger in her mouth. Her heart was still pounding violently, and she could feel Lu Youqing’s heartbeat against her chest, perfectly in sync with her own. With a faint light in her eyes, she couldn’t help but smile.

Yan He couldn’t believe she had missed Lu Youqing this much—so much that when they kissed, she felt none of her previous resistance or avoidance. She had even proactively kissed her back.

She wasn’t upset; rather, she loved the feeling of being embraced by Lu Youqing’s passionate emotions, as if a void in her soul had been filled. She held Lu Youqing tighter, letting her breath fan against her neck.

After a moment, Lu Youqing finally pulled back slightly. She looked up at Yan He, her eyes moist and full of unspoken words. When she spoke, her voice carried a raspy edge of passion.

“A-He, go take a shower.” She hadn’t forgotten what Yan He said in the car. She took Yan He’s hand and led her straight to the bedroom before Yan He could even take in the living room decor.

Lu Youqing pushed Yan He into the bathroom. She watched her with curved lips and a smile as she closed the door.

“Hurry and wash up, you can’t catch a cold.” Her tone was urgent, as if she were truly afraid a minute’s delay would make Yan He sick—as if she wasn’t the same person who had just been kissing her so breathlessly in the entryway.

Standing in the bathroom, Yan He gave a helpless smile at Lu Youqing’s tone. She followed her instructions and turned on the shower. Steam immediately filled the room, and Lu Youqing’s silhouette against the frosted glass door gradually blurred.

After the cold morning, a hot shower felt wonderful. Yan He stayed in a bit longer. When she came out in a bathrobe, she smelled the aroma of delicious food. She was dazed for a second, only coming to her senses when she saw Lu Youqing in the living room.

She walked over and saw Lu Youqing taking food out of delivery boxes. She let out a subconscious sigh of relief; at least she wasn’t cooking with an injured hand.

“You’re out, A-He.” Lu Youqing had just opened the last container. She had changed into new loungewear and looked exceptionally serene and beautiful. “I had Lin Le buy some food. You must be starving after such a long flight.” She unwrapped a pair of chopsticks and handed them to Yan He. The light reflecting off the gauze on her injured hand caught Yan He’s eye.

Yan He took the chopsticks, her gaze lingering on the hand. “Does it hurt?” she couldn’t help but ask.

Lu Youqing followed her gaze, then shook her head. She reached out to cup Yan He’s chin, making her look at her, and planted a tender kiss on her lips. “It stopped hurting long ago. Don’t worry, A-He. Let’s eat and then rest.”

Yan He looked at her, her amber eyes shimmering. She nodded slowly.

They finished the meal quickly. Neither was particularly hungry, so they ate a little and stopped. After tidying the table, Lu Youqing prepared to take her shower.

Gathering her change of clothes, Lu Youqing told Yan He to rest on the bed first, promising she would be back soon.

Watching Lu Youqing’s silhouette through the frosted glass of the bathroom was like looking at a piece of art. Yan He watched her, feeling an immense sense of stability. The restlessness in her heart over the past few days finally found a home. The sound of the water was like a beautiful lullaby, and Yan He felt completely at peace.

She lay on the bed, surrounded by Lu Youqing’s faint scent. She buried herself deeper into the pillows, her ears turning a bit red.

Just as she was about to close her eyes, she caught sight of her backpack on the sofa. Her muddled consciousness suddenly snapped awake.

She remembered there were…

Thinking of this, Yan He quickly got up and walked over. She opened the backpack to check the hidden compartment. Fortunately, there were no signs of it being tampered with. She couldn’t imagine how she would explain those things to Lu Youqing if she found them. She suddenly felt that yesterday’s version of herself was quite foolish.

She picked up the two items. Their weight felt like two hot potatoes in her hands. She frowned.

How am I supposed to deal with these?

Just then, she heard the water stop behind her, followed immediately by the sound of the bathroom door opening.