After Becoming the Mother of the Scumbag Stand-In Female Lead - Chapter 43

Si Ying seemed caught off guard when Sheng Yunjin suddenly turned around. Flustered, she quickly lowered her head and hurried toward her room.

Sheng Yunjin raised a brow, puzzled.

Did she want the bracelet too? Or…

…

Si Mu retrieved a fresh set of pajamas from the walk-in closet and turned to see Sheng Yunjin staring down at her injured left hand, seemingly lost in thought.

Her brows furrowing slightly, Si Mu glanced toward the bathroom.

“Be careful not to get it wet when you shower later.”

Sheng Yunjin nodded, her other hand naturally moving to undo the buttons at the collar of her blouse.

Her cheeks flushing slightly, Si Mu nudged her toward the bathroom. “You… can undress inside.”

A mischievous glint in her bright eyes, Sheng Yunjin let herself be guided backward.

Just as Si Mu was about to leave, Sheng Yunjin hooked a finger around hers, swaying them playfully.

“I can’t undo it with one hand.”

She puffed out her chest shamelessly as she spoke.

Si Mu’s gaze inadvertently dropped before she pressed her lips together, her eyes flickering away.

Two buttons of the blouse were already undone, revealing delicate skin and the smooth, elegant line of her collarbones, where the green bamboo-leaf pendant rested.

Meeting her gaze, Si Mu remained silent, though the tips of her ears grew increasingly warm.

The bathtub was slowly filling, steam gradually filling the bathroom.

After a long pause, Si Mu lightly lifted her hand, fingertips brushing Sheng Yunjin’s waist.

“Should I… help you?” she asked softly, hesitating.

Sheng Yunjin’s eyes crinkled with delight. “Sure.”

The tucked hem of the blouse was gently pulled free as Si Mu kept her gaze lowered, her breathing unconsciously light.

Once all the buttons were undone, Si Mu carefully guided Sheng Yunjin’s injured left arm out of the sleeve, her movements tender and cautious.

Beneath the blouse was a fitted white camisole and bra, the snug fabric accentuating Sheng Yunjin’s slender waist and graceful curves.

Si Mu’s fingers stilled. When she looked up, she met Sheng Yunjin’s gaze.

Her expression was all innocence, yet Si Mu inexplicably sensed a hint of temptation in those eyes.

As the hem of the camisole was slowly lifted, Si Mu averted her gaze, trying to ignore the intoxicating fragrance emanating from Sheng Yunjin.

Obediently raising her arms above her head, Sheng Yunjin played along, appearing utterly docile.

Her eyes might have seemed guileless, but the laughter hidden in their depths was unmistakable.

Watching Si Mu’s ears burn an even deeper red, Sheng Yunjin silently grinned to herself.

Steam swirled in the enclosed space as Si Mu, feigning composure, set the discarded clothes aside.

The sight of smooth, flawless skin made her momentarily dazed. Pressing her lips together, she fought back the fluttering in her chest.

With only a light-colored bra remaining, Sheng Yunjin stood there unabashedly, not a trace of shyness on her face.

When she felt Si Mu’s warm fingers brush against the clasp at her back, Sheng Yunjin seized the moment to wrap her arms around her, nuzzling close with a voice that was both sweet and sultry.

“Let’s shower together, Xiao Mu. Okay?”

Silky strands of hair cascaded down her back as Si Mu’s palm was pressed flush against her skin.

The delicate, smooth touch momentarily stunned Si Mu’s mind. Feeling the warm breath by her ear, she found Sheng Yunjin utterly irresistible at this moment.

It was as if…

She had stepped right out of her dreams…

A long-forgotten dream suddenly resurfaced in Si Mu’s memory, but she had no intention of dwelling on it further.

Because the lover she had dreamed of for seven years was now holding her tightly.

Her voice trembling slightly, Si Mu tried to refuse.

“Your hands…”

As if anticipating her response, Sheng Yunjin reached out and, without even looking, pressed Si Mu’s hesitantly lowered hand back against the bra strap on her back.

“You can join me in the shower—keep an eye on me.”

With that, she effortlessly shut down Si Mu’s protest.

…

Leaning her left arm on the edge of the bathtub, Sheng Yunjin sat inside, frowning slightly as she tried to glance back.

But the moment she moved, Si Mu behind her gently turned her head forward again.

“Stop fidgeting.”

Her fingertips massaged tenderly through Sheng Yunjin’s hair as Si Mu picked up the showerhead to rinse away the suds.

Looking down at her own body, now completely hidden beneath a thick layer of white foam, Sheng Yunjin felt like crying.

Having a girlfriend with too much self-control wasn’t always a good thing.

Even after all her teasing, Si Mu still held back!

After undressing her, Si Mu had promptly pushed Sheng Yunjin into the bathtub—swift and decisive, without a trace of hesitation.

…

Once she finished washing her hair, Si Mu allowed herself a faint smile behind Sheng Yunjin’s back.

Then, she stood and moved to face her.

Looking down at her completely naked girlfriend in the tub, Si Mu’s gaze was almost imperious.

The angle made Sheng Yunjin belatedly self-conscious.

She instinctively sank lower, her usually striking features now pitifully adorable.

“You… you’re being mean!”

Her protest lacked conviction as she shifted restlessly, lifting a hand to slap the water in front of her—a weak attempt at venting her frustration.

But the moment she moved, she caught Si Mu’s gaze drifting pointedly to her left hand.

With a small huff, Sheng Yunjin sheepishly raised only her right hand instead.

A modest splash sent water and foam flying onto her own cheeks.

Si Mu pressed her lips together, amused, and crouched to wipe the suds from around her eyes.

Her damp lashes fluttering, Sheng Yunjin stared up at her from close range.

The commotion in the bathroom had loosened Si Mu’s updo, leaving a few rebellious strands clinging to her damp cheeks.

Her slender brows were relaxed, her expression brimming with tender amusement.

A glistening droplet had settled on the bridge of her nose, slowly trailing downward.

Without thinking, Sheng Yunjin reached up to wipe it away—

Only to remember too late that her own hands were wet and soapy, leaving a smudge of foam on Si Mu’s face instead.

The next moment, Si Mu slowly lifted her gaze, her eyes soft as water meeting Sheng Yunjin’s.

For a heartbeat, Sheng Yunjin simply stared, speechless.

Her focus drifted to Si Mu’s lips—thin, always slightly pressed together, yet naturally rosy even without lipstick.

As if sensing her thoughts, Si Mu chuckled softly, then leaned in to press a kiss to Sheng Yunjin’s mouth.

The touch was fleeting. Before Sheng Yunjin could react, Si Mu had already stood up again.

The cuffs of her black base layer were slightly rolled up, revealing a section of pale wrist that seemed to glow under the bathroom lights.

Pointing to the towel and pajamas nearby, Si Mu smiled and reminded her, “I left your clothes over there.”

With that, she turned and left.

Only Sheng Yunjin remained, still dazed in the bathtub, slowly savoring the lingering sensation of that brief kiss.

……

Slowly sitting up from the bath, Sheng Yunjin muttered something under her breath, frustration evident.

She grabbed the towel beside her and began drying the droplets of water from her skin.

When her gaze fell on the pajamas, she paused.

A simple spaghetti-strap nightgown. Pressing her lips together, Sheng Yunjin refused to abandon her plan for closeness tonight.

…

After showering in the spare guest bathroom, Si Mu returned to her own room.

The lights inside had dimmed, and her footsteps instinctively hesitated as she approached the bed.

Glancing around, she didn’t see Sheng Yunjin at first.

Only after taking a few steps closer did she notice the slight rise beneath the covers.

Moving quietly, Si Mu studied Sheng Yunjin’s closed eyes and let out a soft sigh of relief—though a hint of confusion lingered in her heart.

Had she fallen asleep so quickly?

Careful not to make noise, Si Mu lifted the blanket and settled in beside her.

Turning slightly, she gazed at Sheng Yunjin’s face under the dim nightlight, her eyes tender.

This moment—it felt like she had waited seven years for it.

…

Content and at ease, Si Mu inched closer before slowly closing her eyes, her palm resting lightly on Sheng Yunjin’s waist.

Warm, smooth skin. Si Mu froze.

The next instant, she was pinned beneath the weight of someone who had been feigning sleep all along.

Her heart raced uncontrollably as her fingertips traced the silky skin beneath her palm.

Opening her eyes, she met Sheng Yunjin’s burning gaze.

Lips parting slightly, Si Mu felt both amused and helpless.

But more than anything—her heart throbbed.

Pretending composure, she tugged the blanket higher over them.

Glancing down at Sheng Yunjin, who wasn’t even wearing the nightgown, the soft curves pressed flush against her chest, Si Mu averted her eyes with feigned indifference.

“Aren’t you cold?”

Her voice was laced with resignation and indulgence. Sheng Yunjin’s hands rested on her shoulders, fingers idly toying with Si Mu’s hair.

Instead of answering, Sheng Yunjin leaned down and captured Si Mu’s lips.

Instinctively parting her own, Si Mu surrendered to the kiss—passionate yet tender.

Hot lips trailed downward, leaving a searing path along her neck.

Noticing the faint red marks still lingering on Si Mu’s skin, Sheng Yunjin couldn’t resist pressing her lips there again.

A slender, pale arm slipped free from the blanket, stirring a wave of heated intimacy.

Eyes closed, Si Mu’s hands instinctively cradled the back of Sheng Yunjin’s neck and spine.

The smoothness of her skin was intoxicating, and Si Mu tightened her embrace without realizing it.

Between the scorching kisses on her neck and the soft, teasing friction of their bodies, she couldn’t suppress a quiet gasp, a faint whimper escaping her lips.

Sheng Yunjin reached up, gently brushing aside the disheveled strands of hair clinging to Si Mu’s face.

The slow, tender kisses continued. Breathless, Si Mu’s lashes fluttered open, revealing eyes glazed with desire, meeting Sheng Yunjin’s own—overflowing with love and longing.

Sheng Yunjin slightly parted her lips, pressing a scorching kiss onto the mark over Si Mu’s heart.

Si Mu’s body trembled involuntarily in response.

The delicate shoulder strap had long slipped from Si Mu’s shoulder to the crook of her arm. Noticing this from the corner of her eye, Sheng Yunjin unconsciously hooked it with her fingertips.

Their legs entwined beneath the covers.

Taking advantage of her position on top, Sheng Yunjin slightly bent her knee.

As their breathing grew ragged again, Si Mu instinctively grasped Sheng Yunjin’s left wrist.

“Don’t…”

Obediently allowing herself to be held, Sheng Yunjin kissed Si Mu’s jawline.

“I’ll listen to you – no hands.”

Before the words had fully settled, before Si Mu—whose thoughts were already completely consumed by desire—could even react, Sheng Yunjin had already slipped down beneath the blankets.

…

The next morning, Sheng Yunjin awoke at her usual time thanks to her reliable internal clock.

The curtains remained tightly drawn. After glancing at them, Sheng Yunjin instinctively looked down at the figure beside her.

Si Mu still slept peacefully.

The normally cool contours of her face appeared exceptionally soft in this moment, her thick lashes casting delicate shadows as they rested against her cheeks.

Sheng Yunjin shifted her arm slightly, drawing the sleeping form closer against her.