After Losing My Memory, I Was Targeted by the Obsessive Movie Queen [gl] - Chapter 48

Lu Youqing’s fragrance was extraordinarily enchanting. She seemed to have applied body lotion; the sweet, intoxicating scent grew increasingly rich as she drew near. Every breath was thick with intimacy, and Yan He’s mind was utterly dazed by this luscious aroma. Driven by a sudden, inexplicable courage, her burning gaze locked onto Lu Youqing, and she abruptly leaned in to kiss her.

The room fell silent save for the subtle, ambiguous sounds of their lips and teeth intertwining. Yan He deeply loved kissing Lu Youqing. Ever since fully accepting their relationship as engaged wives, she had become incredibly fond of clinging to her. It felt as though all of her insecurity and wandering thoughts were completely caught and held by Lu Youqing—which, for an amnesiac with no one else to rely on, brought immense joy.

As physical exhaustion set in, her consciousness began to gradually drift. In her daze, Yan He suddenly caught the sound of Lu Youqing’s soft chuckle against her ear—playful, teasing, and laced with an alluring, deep affection. Before she could process the meaning behind that laugh, an incredibly familiar icy sensation encircled her wrist in the very next second.

Startled, Yan He snapped her eyes open from her daze, only to find Lu Youqing still holding that leather collar. Looking as if she were merely idling because the kiss had ended, Lu Youqing casually tapped the edge of the collar against Yan He’s cheek. Meanwhile, clamped firmly around Yan He’s own wrist was the exact same exquisite object that she had been dragged underwater to experience together two nights ago.

Staring at the familiar object reappearing on her wrist, Yan He froze for several seconds. She turned her head to look worriedly at Lu Youqing, a trace of moisture still lingering on her lips, stretching into an intimate silver thread under the ambient light.

“Do you still want more?” she asked, her voice raspy.

“I want you.” Lu Youqing’s crimson lips parted slightly as she leaned over Yan He’s vision, their noses brushing. Seeing Yan He’s lips flushed and ripe, she extended a finger to press and stroke against her full mouth, while her other hand guided Yan He’s shackled arm, securing the remaining clasp to the headboard of the bed.

Yan He’s heart gave a violent jolt. “Wait a minute…”

Before she could finish her sentence, the lock had already clicked around the frame of the headboard, leaving only the final snap for Lu Youqing to press down.

“Wait for what?” Lu Youqing intentionally paused her movements, waiting for her to speak.

“I… I’m not ready yet,” Yan He stammered, her voice trembling. Truthfully, she didn’t even know what she was waiting for; nervousness and anticipation held an exact fifty-fifty split in her heart.

Hearing her answer, Lu Youqing tilted her head, offering an enigmatic, puzzled smile. “The last time I asked to wait a minute, how did A-He respond to me?”

Yan He fell completely silent. She lowered her head, quietly awaiting the final judgment to be handed down by her goddess-like fiancée.

Right at that moment, a sudden knock rattled against the bedroom door, bringing Lu Youqing’s impending movements to an abrupt halt. She looked down at the heavily panting Yan He. The irritation of being interrupted made her knit her beautiful brows, and when she spoke, her voice carried a dark, raspy edge.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me.” Yan Suyi’s voice sounded from outside the door.

Yan He and Lu Youqing exchanged a panicked glance, their eyes dropping to assess their clothing. In the flurry of their recent movements, the buttons on Lu Youqing’s oversized shirt had completely surrendered. The shirt had degenerated into a makeshift jacket draped loosely over her arms; she wore absolutely nothing underneath, leaving her pure white skin entirely exposed under the lights.

In contrast, Yan He’s pajamas were still perfectly intact, meaning she was the only one who could answer the door. However, that thing was still locked around her wrist.

Yan He hurriedly adjusted her clothes and hair, extending her free hand toward Lu Youqing to demand the key.

Lu Youqing had already reclined back into the duvet, propping her head up on her hand as she watched her with total composure. Seeing Yan He’s outstretched hand, she tilted her head in feigned confusion, looking exactly like a cunning little animal.

“What?”

“The key.”

“What key?”

“The key to the lock! How am I supposed to open the door with this attached to me?”

Hearing this, Lu Youqing half-closed her eyes, her pupils shimmering with a damp glaze. She continued to look at Yan He blankly, her eyes dancing with faint starlight, and this time she didn’t bother replying at all.

Having spent so much time with her, how could Yan He not realize that the grand Movie Queen was currently deploying her exquisite acting skills to throw a tantrum and withhold the key? She cast a helpless, doting look at Lu Youqing and let out a soft sigh.

It was entirely unrealistic to search for a key hidden by Lu Youqing right now, and taking too long to open the door would make her mother suspect something was wrong. Thinking fast, she grabbed a nearby towel and draped it over her wrist, completely concealing the metal device.

She stood up and opened the door. Yan Suyi took one look at her disheveled state and raised an eyebrow. “What took you so long to open the door?”

Yan He brushed back a stray hair, smoothly taking the fruit platter and glass of milk from Yan Suyi’s hands as she explained, “I was just drying my hair.” As she spoke, she subtly adjusted the towel on her wrist, letting her mother see it.

Yan Suyi glanced over Yan He’s shoulder at the pronounced lump under the blankets on the bed. “Is Little Lu asleep?”

Yan He replied, “She’s been quite exhausted from filming these past few days, so she turned in early tonight.”

Yan Suyi nodded, swallowing the casual chatter she had intended to share with her daughter. “I’m visiting an old friend tomorrow, and I’ll be leaving Wucheng the day after.”

Yan He’s brows knit slightly, a wave of reluctance rising in her chest. “Leaving so soon?”

Yan Suyi sighed, “My entire purpose for returning to the country amounts to just these few matters. Besides, if I stay in Wucheng indefinitely, the two of you will insist on accompanying me, which disrupts your work too much.”

Yan He originally wanted to say it wasn’t a disruption and that she would be incredibly happy to spend more time with her, but her natural shyness held the words back. Instead, she simply said, “Then Lu Youqing and I will see you off the day after tomorrow.”

Yan Suyi agreed. After exchanging a few more brief pleasantries, she turned to leave. But after taking only a couple of steps, she suddenly halted and turned back to face Yan He.

Thinking her mother had forgotten to mention something important, Yan He quickly focused on her.

Yan Suyi spoke with gravity and deep meaning: “Exercise some moderation in the future.” With that, she turned around and paced unhurriedly down the stairs, leaving Yan He standing frozen entirely alone in the draft.

Yan He had still been immersed in the sorrow of her mother’s brief visit, but hearing this sentence, every ounce of sadness vanished into thin air, replaced entirely by profound shock and mortification.

Carrying the platter like a rigid wooden statue, she walked back into the room. Meeting Lu Youqing’s gaze—as the woman peeked out from the blankets, unable to contain her laughter—Yan He’s eyes trembled violently. It was glaringly obvious that Lu Youqing had also overheard Yan Suyi’s parting words.

Yan He set the platter down and practically sprinted to the bathroom mirror to investigate. It would have been better if she hadn’t looked; taking one glance, she fully understood why Ms. Yan Suyi had urged them to exercise moderation.

Yan He was wearing a long-sleeved pajama set, but during her passionate kiss with Lu Youqing earlier, her sleeves had been pushed up, exposing her smooth, slender forearms.

On her neck, her collarbones, her earlobes, her cheeks, and even her arms—wherever skin was exposed—there was a scattering of vivid hickeys. Particularly on her neck and collarbones, the clusters of crimson marks bled downward, disappearing into the depths hidden beneath her collar. These marks included remnants from two nights ago, as well as the fresh additions Lu Youqing had just branded onto her.

Yan He’s face instantly turned bright crimson, the tips of her ears burning hot. A fierce wave of shame made her cover her face with both hands as her mother’s words echoed relentlessly in her mind. She didn’t even register the sound of approaching footsteps behind her.

A soft body embraced her from behind through the thin fabric of her clothes. Against her spine, she could faintly feel the steady rise and fall of Lu Youqing’s breathing, which caused her own heart rate to skyrocket.

Through the mirror ahead, Yan He could see Lu Youqing in her entirety. She was exactly as she had been under the duvet; her smooth skin glowed elegantly under the bathroom lights. Yan He’s eyes widened as a sudden fragment of imagery flashed through her mind—it felt as though she had seen this exact tableau somewhere before.

Lu Youqing rested her chin against Yan He’s shoulder, greedily breathing in her scent. “What is A-He thinking about?”

The Lu Youqing in the mirror and the real Lu Youqing seemed to split into two distinct entities, trapping her from the front and back. Yan He didn’t dare look at the glass; she simply lowered her head in embarrassment.

“I was thinking… when you sent me to answer the door, did you already know Mom would see the marks on us?”

Hearing this, Lu Youqing burst into a melodious laugh. The vibration of her chest traveled through the negligible barrier of cloth straight into Yan He’s heart, leaving her chest feeling entirely numb.

She turned her body around, wrapping her arms around Lu Youqing as she buried her face piteously into her shoulder. “It’s so embarrassing.”

Lu Youqing gently stroked her unruly hair, though the smile on her lips never faded, offering word after word of comfort to the little “turtle” who desperately wanted to shrink into her shell.

“A-He was already incredible. My good A-He did a wonderful job!”

Yan He lifted her eyes, her bright amber gaze locking onto her. “Really?”

“Really. A-He was amazing. No need to be shy, no need to be shy.”

With a smile on her lips, Lu Youqing tucked Yan He’s loose hair behind her ear to reveal her pure, delicate face, and then leaned in to kiss her. Yan He submissively encircled her waist, anchoring her weight.

The night stretched long, and the dense, lingering kiss made Yan He’s very pulse relax. Just as she was about to completely dissolve into the romance of the moonlight, she suddenly wondered if Lu Youqing would catch a cold standing in the bathroom without any clothes. Just as she was about to open her eyes and break the kiss, she caught a sharp click.

She froze, her nerves jumping instantly. She tried to release her hold on Lu Youqing to see what had happened, only to discover that both of her hands had been securely bound. She snapped entirely awake. Struggling to open her eyes, her misty vision pooled with moisture as she panted, staring at the smiling Lu Youqing.

A jarring sensation clamped tightly around her wrists. She attempted to pull away but found no leverage; Lu Youqing had already slipped from her embrace. Holding Yan He’s joined hands with one palm, Lu Youqing guided her arms over her head. Yan He instinctively stepped back, her spine slamming flush against the icy glass of the mirror. In an instant, the freezing touch pierced through the thin fabric of her clothes, making her shudder violently.

“Lu… Lu Youqing.” She called her name with a trembling voice, but the only response she received was the distinct, foreign weight of something being clamped around her neck.

“Be a good girl, A-He,” Lu Youqing stepped forward, murmuring petulantly against her ear. “Why are you so tense?” Restraining Yan He’s hands with one palm, her other hand wandered along Yan He’s arm before capturing her jaw, delivering a long, deep kiss that was half-coercive and half-consoling.

Against the vanity of the cramped bathroom, Yan He was pinned before the mirror. It truly felt as though she were being held by two versions of Lu Youqing from the front and back, completely restricting her from making any movement that might displease her partner. The moment she showed any inkling of wanting to retreat, Lu Youqing would yank the lead, forcing her right back to her original position.

“A bad puppy has to be punished, you know.”

Yan He’s pajama top had been pushed up to her forearms, partially veiling her eyes. Deprived of sight, her other senses became exceptionally sharp. She could only part her lips to gasp helplessly, but eventually, Lu Youqing sealed her mouth as well. Bound by the constraints on her wrists and neck, Yan He felt as though she truly had transformed into a little dog entirely at the mercy of her master, whimpering against the glass as she awaited her master’s indulgence.

With scorching heat in front and freezing ice behind, she couldn’t help but burrow deeper into Lu Youqing’s embrace, which only made Lu Youqing shower her with an even more overwhelming flood of affection. Unable to endure the intensity, broken whimpers began to spill from the back of Yan He’s throat into Lu Youqing’s ear.

Splashes of water echoed through the bathroom, merging with the silver-white moonlight in the dark night sky. The moonlight flowed like water, spreading into a winding little river. Strands of silver-white light followed the current, spilling through the open window to drape across the floorboards and the bedsheets.

The following day, Yan Suyi left early to visit her old friend, leaving Yan He and Lu Youqing alone at home with nothing to do.

Yan He’s body was still aching. Yesterday, Lu Youqing had acted more like a dog than she did, biting her relentlessly. Her skin, already covered in marks, had been thoroughly ravaged until there wasn’t a pristine spot left. To make matters worse, Lu Youqing had kept whispering in her ear, forcing her to promise she would never leave and never break up—refusing to give her release until she said the words.

Completely immersed in the love Lu Youqing showered upon her at the time, Yan He had repeated whatever Lu Youqing demanded, as if she had lost herself entirely. Recalling it now, the memories of yesterday filled her with a profound sense of shame, yet her heart couldn’t stop a surge of sweetness from bubbling up.

The Lu Youqing of those moments was truly so different. The sides of her from two nights ago and yesterday had been witnessed by her alone. This version of Lu Youqing was visible only to her, comforted only by her, and loved only by her. Thinking this, a hollow space deep within Yan He’s heart was suddenly filled completely, her possessiveness thoroughly satisfied.

So, did Lu Youqing and I always live like this before? leaning against the sofa, Yan He actually began to feel a twinge of jealousy toward the version of herself that hadn’t lost her memory—jealous that she possessed so many moments spent with Lu Youqing to look back upon.

Lu Youqing had gone to the indoor pool to prepare the equipment. Shortly after, Yan He received a message from her. Shaking off her thoughts, she stood up and walked toward the pool area.

Lu Youqing had mentioned that she used to love swimming. Although Yan He had no memory of it, she trusted Lu Youqing’s words implicitly. Staring at the calm surface of the indoor pool, she did catch a faint inkling of familiarity.

“Since A-He forgot how to swim, let’s stay in the shallow end for a bit first,” Lu Youqing suggested. The interior wasn’t cold, and the water was kept at a constant temperature. Wearing nothing but a thin white shirt, Lu Youqing caught Yan He’s hand and slowly guided her into the shallow water.

The warm water saturated their clothes. The wet fabric clung tightly to their bodies, losing any pretense of concealment. The pink lace underwear beneath the shirt gradually revealed itself, resembling a pink flower blooming outward in the water. Strands of hair were soaked through, clinging damply to her skin, making her silhouette look exceptionally striking and alluring.

Yan He wore an identical white shirt. As the fabric grew soaked and clung to her body, it outlined the sharp, elegant lines of her abs. She began to move slowly through the water, mimicking the motions she had reviewed on her phone earlier.

The memory of the body recovered far faster than the memory of the mind. After executing only a few clumsy strokes in imitation, Yan He quickly felt her movements loosen up. She began to swim freely through the water, and in less than twenty minutes, she was already capable of swimming into the deep end.

Lu Youqing didn’t know how to swim, so she hugged a swim ring, leaning against the edge of the pool as she watched Yan He glide back and forth, her eyes brimming with intense, unshielded devotion.

Yan He broke the surface of the water, offering a smile back at Lu Youqing.

Lu Youqing beckoned her from the edge, and Yan He obediently swam over. Resting both hands against the tile, she blinked her amber eyes with a hidden smile, looking exactly like a submissive little fawn. Unable to resist her affection, Lu Youqing pulled her into a deep kiss.

With a smile, Yan He swam away to continue her laps. Remembering an educational post she had seen about how long an average person could hold their breath underwater, she suddenly wanted to test her own limits. She swam back to the edge to check her phone, then paddled to a corner of the deep end to secretly test herself.

She submerged beneath the surface, centering her mind and focusing entirely on holding her breath. When she finally couldn’t contain it any longer and broke the surface, she checked the timer and found it read one minute and thirty seconds.

One minute and thirty seconds—Yan He was highly satisfied with this duration. Her brows curved into a smile, and she was about to turn around to share the achievement with Lu Youqing when she suddenly realized that Lu Youqing was nowhere to be seen in the enclosure. Meanwhile, the swim ring that Lu Youqing had been clutching was currently floating empty on the surface, drifting toward Yan He with the ripples of the water.