After Transmigrating into the Scum Wife of a Disabled Black Moonlight (GL) - Chapter 7

Deng Li dragged a chair and sat properly in front of her. With a spoon, she scooped up the honey water, brought it to her lips, and blew on it unhurriedly. After testing the temperature, she handed it to Song Chisui.

“I’m not thirsty.” She pressed her lips together with a hint of irritation. She naturally turned her face away, showing no appreciation at all.

Well, it seems my kindness was met with a cold shoulder.

She had intended to offer the honey water to help with sleep, but seeing her reaction, Deng Li put down the cup and began to make her own bed.

The same spot, the same pillow, the same rug. Deng Li’s movements were so practiced they made her heart ache.

When will I get to sleep on that soft bed? I’ll be dreaming until I die.

It was clear that Song Chisui had not let her guard down. To be more precise, she was using Deng Li, and the original owner’s actions had gone beyond the initial plan. So, the current stalemate was the best situation.

But she couldn’t give up and keep backing down.

Looking at the girl’s annoyed face, she wondered how to attract her attention.

After a moment, she rolled up the ruffles of her flutter-sleeved top, revealing the long, tattooed scar on her arm. She turned sideways and pushed her arm toward Song Chisui.

“I told you yesterday that I’m serious about changing. Look, I even got the tattoo removed.”

Deng Li cautiously watched her expression. She spoke carefully, “You were the one who asked me to get it removed in the first place.”

Song Chisui’s face was cold. She turned her head mechanically, staring at her silently.

Deng Li stood up and took a breath. “You still don’t believe me?”

With that, she turned her back to her and pulled the hem of her shirt down. The red, freshly-tattoo-removed section of her shoulder caught Song Chisui’s eye, burning her like a hot stove. She was startled, and her face flushed deeply. It was the first time a girl had exposed her back to her. The tattoo scar was red as if it had been burned by fire. “What are you doing?”

Song Chisui gripped the blanket and pulled it toward herself.

“I’m showing you! I really did listen to you.” As she spoke, Deng Li turned to the side. In the soft light, the mottled scar was visible.

Song Chisui was completely defeated and couldn’t help but close her eyes.

Deng Li frowned. “It hurt like hell. It hurt more than getting the tattoo itself. The reason I didn’t want to get it removed was because I was afraid of the pain. But I’ve thought it through now. You’re my wife, and I’ll do whatever you say.”

Deng Li’s voice was calm as she shamelessly lied, getting better at it as she went.

Wife? Listen to her? Song Chisui scoffed inwardly. If she didn’t know about Deng Li’s scheme, she might have believed her. She slightly lifted her eyes, her emotions calming down. She finally got a good look at her back. It was thin, her spine slightly protruding, a winding, fluid line. Her hips were as wide as her shoulders, and her waist was slender, a perfect hourglass figure.

She reminded her, “Put your clothes on.”

A hint of awkwardness hung in the air, and Deng Li caught on from her words and actions.

She pulled her t-shirt back on and turned to lie on the bed. As a straight woman, she was completely unaware of how brazen her actions had just been.

As soon as she lay down, she groaned in pain.

She rolled to her side, facing Song Chisui.

The other person looked at her coldly, their eyes meeting. The look of disgust seemed to say, Why are you staring at me like that?

She forced a smile. “I just had my tattoo removed, and it hurts.” Then she held up her left hand. “My arm hurts, too.” So she could only stay in this position, looking at her.

Song Chisui frowned at her. After a moment, she gently turned over, leaving her thin back facing Deng Li.

As the light went out, the room became quiet.

The moonlight was as clear as water, half falling on the bed and half on Song Chisui’s slender, defined shoulders.

With nothing else to do, Deng Li quietly watched. The small person on the bed was too frail. Compared to her own tall and strong build, the other was a whimsical work of art created by the goddess Nuwa: pure white, beautiful, clean, and fragile.

She felt like she could carry her and run a marathon without even taking a break.

As she was thinking, the girl’s snow-white shoulder slightly recoiled, and the blanket slid down, revealing her prominent shoulder blades.

Deng Li’s heart fluttered. Is she hot?

It was late summer, and the nights were hot. Deng Li slowly sat up, reached for the blanket, and gently pulled it up to cover the jade-like skin.

Just as she was about to pull her hand away, Song Chisui suddenly turned over. Her cold, porcelain-like shoulder pressed against Deng Li’s palm. It was thin and silky smooth, with a hint of warmth, resting softly in her hand.

So light, so soft.

Her palm felt like it was zapped with electricity for a moment. She quickly pulled away, looking at the person in front of her with a lingering fear.

Most of her snow-white face was covered by her hair. Her bangs poked her eyelashes. Her features were as delicate as if they were drawn one by one on a white canvas. Only her lips had a hint of red, giving her a sense of lingering vitality.

Deng Li’s heart pounded. Who could resist this? Anyone who saw this delicate, fragile, easily hurt, and blood-spitting little sweetheart would want to protect her. She had no resistance to such a tiny creature.

So cute, I want to protect her.

No wonder the original owner changed after getting with her. She probably just wanted her beauty and money.

Of course, her thoughts were pure. She simply wanted to protect her.

Just as she was about to go to sleep, the positive value in her mind began to rise.

[Congratulations, Host! You have successfully gained 1 positive point through skin contact.]

Deng Li’s hands trembled. So, just now, touching her shoulder earned me points.

She couldn’t sleep now. All her righteous thoughts vanished in an instant.

She stared intently at Song Chisui, as if she were looking at her future 100 million yuan.

Her gaze, once pure, gradually became greedy. I want to touch her. She won’t know, right?

Song Chisui was awake. When she had just turned over, she had never felt anyone else’s warmth before. Just now, a warm hand had gently cupped her shoulder. She trembled all over, as if startled in the middle of the night.

How did I let my guard down and fall asleep so deeply? It’s a good thing I woke up.

Although her eyes were closed, she could feel a shadow in front of her. The shadow hadn’t left, and she didn’t know what it was doing.

Ignorance was the most terrifying thing. Song Chisui was tense all over, her breathing labored. She clutched the ring, her brows furrowed.

Suddenly, a warm object landed on her forehead. It felt like Deng Li’s finger. The other person gently rubbed her, as if trying to smooth out her resentment. “Why are you frowning in your sleep?”

The voice came from behind her, so close that her breath was hot and uncomfortable. She was ready at any moment, poised to strike.

After rubbing her forehead, Deng Li’s finger traced the outline of her face and finally landed on her neck. Her positive score was rising so quickly that she couldn’t bear to move away.

Under the blanket, Song Chisui pried open her ring. A three-centimeter-long needle shot out of the hidden compartment, slowly moving upward.

Song Chisui knew Deng Li was no good. It was her own fault. She had calculated everything, only to calculate herself into the plan. As one seeks to improve, another works to sabotage. It was a good thing her dream had warned her, or she would have been completely used by Deng Li.

Deng Li was immersed in the joy of her rising positive score, completely unaware of the imminent danger.

[Congratulations, Host! You’ve gained 1 more point.]

She bit her cheek, suppressing her joy, and moved her finger up slightly, using the back of her hand to touch her chin.

[Plus 1 point.]

This is too easy!

At this moment, she felt like a scoundrel.

“This is great,” she said subconsciously.

Song Chisui’s lips flattened. She was suspicious. What’s so great?

She swallowed hard. A buzzing sound rang in her ears.

She recalled the dream. It was so real. She was crying, and all she got in return were two loud slaps that knocked her unconscious.

Her nails dug into her flesh. Song Chisui was about to pull her hand out.

Suddenly, the figure moved away.

“Alright, that’s enough for today. We’ll do more tomorrow.”

Deng Li said to herself, satisfied. She wrapped herself in her blanket and lay down.

Alright? Enough?

What did that mean?

After a long time, when the other person was completely still, Song Chisui slowly opened her eyes. In the silver moonlight, Deng Li’s face was mostly covered by her hair, revealing her straight nose. Her cheeks were thin, her expression calm and gentle, and her breathing was even and natural.

She was fast asleep.

She was wearing a tank top nightgown, and her arms were exposed. It was clear that she had worked out. The muscle lines on her arms were powerful, and the veins and tendons on the back of her hands were prominent, showing immense strength. If they were to fight, she had no chance.

It would be better to strike now. Song Chisui stared at her with the eyes of a lone wolf on a mountain.

She scuttled to the edge of the bed. In the dim moonlight, Deng Li’s artery in her neck was slightly prominent. With every breath, she could see a joyous pulsation. All it would take was one needle.

Song Chisui pulled out her left hand and gently twisted the ruby ring. With a soft click, a long, silver needle emerged.

She trembled and reached out to stab her. Deng Li, however, hugged her blanket tightly, buried her face in it, and mumbled in her sleep, “Xiao Sui, don’t be afraid. I’m here to protect you.”

Author’s Note:

Song Chisui: You dare to touch me? I’ll stab you with a needle!

Deng Li: My wife’s needle is coming down. Goodbye!