After Losing My Memory, I Was Targeted by the Obsessive Movie Queen [gl] - Chapter 43

The icy sensation touching Yan He’s wrist was a world apart from the warmth of the water. The sudden cold shock snapped her completely out of her daze.

Lu Youqing’s soft, seductive voice drifted into her ear. The weight of the other woman’s body forced Yan He to sit up straight against the edge of the pool. A rich fragrance surrounded her from all sides, invading her senses. she stared blankly at the Lu Youqing before her; that snow-white skin was flushed pink from the steam.

A faint, cool touch brushed against her neck. Yan He looked into Lu Youqing’s eyes—sultry and beckoning—and her lips parted as if to speak. But in the next second, she felt a suffocating sense of restraint. She was jerked forward; the tip of her nose brushed against Lu Youqing’s cheek, and a surge of electric current traveled from the point of contact straight to her heart.

Lu Youqing’s hand, holding the lead, twisted twice to secure her grip. When she looked back up at Yan He, her eyes were full of playful ambiguity and teasing.

“Did I tell you that you could speak?” she said, her voice trailing off into a sexy, raspy whisper as she scolded her with a light laugh.

The hand that had been interlaced with Yan He’s let go, trailing from her arm up to her cheek. She touched and stroked Yan He’s face and ear, her thumb pressing down on Yan He’s reddened lips. Her gaze grew darker and darker.

The tips of Yan He’s ears were so hot it was uncomfortable. She tried to turn her head away, and as her hand moved slightly, the icy touch on her wrist became even more prominent. She realized that it was because she had asked Lu Youqing to help get her pajamas from the suitcase that these things had been seen. She was filled with regret and bit her lip, unable to voice her inner speechlessness.

Suddenly, her cheeks were cupped, and she felt a tug at her neck. She was forced to lift her head and meet Lu Youqing’s gaze. Under the lukewarm water, everything felt incredibly strange; heat surged from every direction.

Lu Youqing’s hair, soaked by the mist, clung damply to her body. Her nose lightly brushed the bridge of Yan He’s, and she slowly leaned down to kiss her. In the steam-filled room, only the sound of breathing remained. The temperature in the enclosed space rose steadily, as if it were about to set them on fire.

Their pressed skin felt the vigorous thumping of each other’s hearts. As they touched softly, their heartbeats gradually synchronized. Lu Youqing raised her hand to hook around Yan He’s neck; the black leather lead, reflecting the shimmering light, slid from her hand and caused a ripple on the water’s surface.

Waves churned beneath the water. Yan He, feeling breathless, instinctively turned her head away, her pupils trembling. She wanted to say something, but it was so difficult. Whatever Lu Youqing was doing to her had drained all her strength; it felt as if something she had never experienced before was about to happen.

Lu Youqing held her hand, her own breath coming in gasps. Her eyes held a damp, misty glaze—profoundly affectionate and dazed. Her body pressed and rubbed gently against Yan He’s. She wrapped her arms around Yan He’s waist and spoke into her ear, but the words were a tuneless, seductive melody that drifted into Yan He’s mind.

“A-He has done all of this before; you’ve just forgotten. Be good, relax, and follow me.” She stroked Yan He’s head like she was coaxing a puppy, kissing her brows, nose, and mouth before deepening the kiss. Yan He truly felt like a dog now.

Lips pressed against lips. Yan He had no memory and they were underwater; the surface kept swaying, making it hard for her to find Lu Youqing’s lips. She was already shy enough, yet Lu Youqing kept laughing in her ear, making her already red ears look like they were gorged with blood.

“Better let Sister do it.” Lu Youqing laughed, interlacing her fingers with Yan He’s as she sat on her and continued the kiss. The water shifted constantly with her movements.

When the “melody” ended, Lu Youqing leaned against Yan He, gasping for air. She huddled in Yan He’s embrace, her strength completely spent and her eyes full of mist.

Yan He held her, her hand gently stroking her back to comfort her, her own breathing still heavy. She looked down at the Lu Youqing in her arms; the woman’s snow-white skin was damp with mist and flushed pink.

Lu Youqing leaned against her listlessly, her eyes blinking slowly. She thought she should give Yan He some time to process things and that they shouldn’t do anything more for now. She prepared to get up and tell Yan He it was time for bed.

She tried to rise, but Yan He still held her firmly in her embrace. She froze and looked up.

“A-He?”

In the next second, she felt a sudden chill, and then she was pulled up into a sitting position. Simultaneously, her lips were sealed; she was forced into a kiss.

Perhaps Yan He truly had recovered some memories, because this kiss was much more practiced. It was no longer as lost or frantic as the last one. She was leading Lu Youqing on, immersing her completely in this gentle trap. Lu Youqing’s waist couldn’t help but press closer to Yan He, nuzzling her. But in the next second, she heard a click by her ear, followed by an icy sensation on her wrist.

Lu Youqing froze, struggling to snap out of her dazed state. She opened her eyes to see her hand and Yan He’s hand firmly locked together. The silver object reflected the light directly into her dark eyes.

Startled, she broke away from Yan He’s kiss. Their noses were still pressed together, their breathing erratic, as she stared blankly at their hands.

“Hmm?” Yan He opened her eyes and looked at her in confusion, her amber gaze full of clear, unshielded love. Lu Youqing’s heart wavered, and she couldn’t help but soften again.

Yan He turned her hand to grip Lu Youqing’s, their fingers interlacing amidst the clinking of the cold iron. She leaned in to kiss her again.

The kiss was long, as if a century had passed. Yan He guided her hand, slowly sinking it into the water. The water gently enveloped the cold metal and touched the heat. Both eventually broke the kiss, gasping for air.

Lu Youqing looked at Yan He in shock. Her hand was forced to stay where Yan He’s was, and she could feel the scorching heat beneath the water. As her hand touched that heat, her heart gave an instinctive jolt. A thin, seductive sound escaped her throat, and she trembled in Yan He’s arms.

“A-He… you bastard… wait, I…” Her words were a disjointed string of sounds. Yan He held her tight, kissing her neck tenderly. It seemed she could never get enough of Lu Youqing’s rich fragrance. The heat enveloped her fingertips, scorching her consciousness—it was hard to tell which was hotter.

Lu Youqing’s hand was linked to Yan He’s; she could only passively feel the love the heat brought to Yan He. Lu Youqing was frantic, the sensations underwater being exceptionally vivid. Her other, free hand yanked on the lead with such force that Yan He frowned. But looking into Lu Youqing’s eyes—full of mock-fury—Yan He couldn’t help but smile. She pulled Lu Youqing back into another kiss, completely silencing her attempts to scold her.

Lu Youqing wanted to break free, but the cold shackles bound her to Yan He. She wasn’t as strong as Yan He, so she could only grip Yan He’s wrist, forced to move with her.

This time, she had truly dug a pit for herself.

The temperature of the hot spring water never cooled. No one knew how much time passed. Yan He didn’t know how many times Lu Youqing called her name in a raspy voice. Only the heat at her fingertips remained vivid, like a flower branded into her heart.

They eventually showered. The sound of water lasted a long time. The silhouette on the frosted glass—the woman’s figure and soft whispers—mingled with the drizzling moonlight. The pajamas Yan He had asked Lu Youqing to bring were never used.

The next day was clear. The window that hadn’t been closed tightly last night was still open. A breeze drifted through the gap, slowly moving the curtains as sunlight flooded the floor in gold.

The light fell on the bed, illuminating the sleeping figures. Yan He woke up slowly, her misty eyes looking out the window, unable to tell where she was for a moment. It took a while for her to fully wake.

Looking around, her gaze landed on the frosted glass of the bathroom, and the memories of last night flooded back. Her breath hitched. Thinking of the way Lu Youqing had finally lost her strength and huddled in her arms begging for mercy, she was stunned.

The “warm fragrance and soft jade” in her arms was still sleeping. She could hear her shallow breathing. The body she was holding was curled up comfortably. Her long lashes caught the sunlight, and the red marks on her snowy skin looked like red plum blossoms on snow.

As the memories resurfaced, Yan He felt her cheeks heating up again. She wanted to turn her head, but suddenly felt a strong sensation around her neck. She slowly reached out and touched the jarring object.

She had been too tired last night and actually forgot to take it off. She held the thing, thinking silently. Which means…

Yan He moved her hand and, sure enough, felt the coolness on her wrist, and the subsequent tugging of Lu Youqing’s wrist.

“Mm?” The person in her arms moved. Sensing Yan He’s movement, Lu Youqing gradually woke from her heavy slumber. She slowly opened her eyes, which were filled with the mist of early waking.

“A-He?” she spoke, but her voice was incredibly raspy. The memories of last night surfaced instantly.

Hearing her voice, both of them froze. Yan He tried to look away to disperse the heat she felt, but Lu Youqing yanked the lead, forcing her to look back.

“My good A-He… you really are something.” Lu Youqing’s voice was still very raspy. She raised her hand to cup Yan He’s cheek, which caused Yan He’s hand to rise as well. Lu Youqing’s gaze fell slowly on the shining “bracelet” connecting them, and her dark eyes deepened.

Yan He knew she had gone a bit too far last night. She lowered her gaze, waiting for Lu Youqing’s anger. Her lashes flickered like a little animal that had done something wrong and was waiting for its master to punish it.

Seeing Yan He so submissive, Lu Youqing’s heart softened again. She always softened for Yan He. As long as Yan He showed even a hint of a hurt expression, a wave of tenderness would surge in her heart that she couldn’t control.

She looked down, seeing the red marks all over Yan He’s neck and collarbone. Her eyes darkened as she reached out to touch them. These were her doing, and only she was allowed. Last night, while Yan He wasn’t paying attention, she had branded her own marks on Yan He countless times.

Thinking this, Lu Youqing lowered her head and smiled, her eyes dark.

The “silent trial” eventually vanished into Lu Youqing’s soft-heartedness. She took out the key to unlock the devices. Lu Youqing rubbed her wrist, put on a clean nightgown, and went to wash up.

Yan He sat on the edge of the bed tidying up. The pain on her neck seemed to linger. She took a mirror and looked; sure enough, there was a ring of red marks around her neck and spots all over her body. It was clear just how crazy they had been last night.

Yan He swallowed. Her throat felt a bit sore, and she rubbed it. Just then, Lu Youqing’s phone on the side rang. Her attention was drawn to it, and her peripheral vision caught the screen.

The contact on the screen read: “Ms. Yan.”