After the Paranoid Female Lead Lost Her Memory, She Insisted on Pursuing This Cannon Fodder - Chapter 14

Lin Zhaoyue’s current appearance was impossible to ignore.

She sat slumped on the ground, her posture somewhat disheveled, yet this only accentuated her fragile beauty. Her soaked pants clung to her slender, straight legs, while her thin lace bra, now nearly transparent from the water, pressed tightly against her skin. Water droplets traced paths down her graceful collarbones, disappearing into the deep hollow between them, leaving glistening trails in their wake.

She resembled a black rose battered by a storm—disheveled, vulnerable, yet radiating an almost bewitching allure.

As Shen Yuan gazed at her, the throbbing pain at the back of her head seemed to lessen slightly.

What… had just happened?

She struggled to recall, fragmented images flashing through her mind—icy water, the suffocating sensation, and then… a dull ache from forceful compressions on her chest, and… something warm and soft pressed against her lips? Once, then again…

Shen Yuan’s eyes slowly brightened, as if she had suddenly remembered something crucial.

She looked at Lin Zhaoyue, a smile of realization mixed with a hint of smugness spreading across her face.

“Zhaoyue, did you just… kiss me?”

“Pfft—cough, cough!”

Lin Zhaoyue nearly choked on her own saliva.

“What ‘kiss’? That was artificial respiration! Do you even know what artificial respiration is?!”

“Don’t be shy, I know we’ve done it before. There are even photos on my phone.”

Lin Zhaoyue: ?

“Who’s ever done anything with you?”

“Hmph…”

Shen Yuan ignored her denials, chuckling softly to herself in high spirits.

She paid no further attention to Lin Zhaoyue’s protests, lowering her gaze and indulging in savoring the brief yet unforgettable “artificial respiration.”

The warm touch… and…

…Wait.

In Shen Yuan’s mind, as if a replay button had been pressed, another image suddenly surfaced with startling clarity—

Lin Zhaoyue straddling her, her hands pressed firmly against Shen Yuan’s chest.

That tear-streaked face, like pear blossoms drenched in rain… That body, its curves revealed by the forceful compressions, rising and falling slightly… That black lace, soaked and clinging tightly to her skin… All so close, a powerful visual assault.

This scene… seemed even more… arousing… than that kiss earlier.

As her mind wandered, she suddenly felt a warm sensation in her nose.

She instinctively reached up to touch it.

Her fingertips came away stained crimson.

Lin Zhaoyue: “……”

Lin Zhaoyue: System, what should I do? After hitting her head again, she seems even dumber. Look at her now—does she look like she’s plotting revenge?

System: Actually, she looks more like she’s plotting revenge… in bed.

Lin Zhaoyue: ?!

System: My mistake, Host. Should we take her to the hospital first? If she keeps bleeding like this, she might lose too much bl00d and faint. And, uh, I’m still actively working on getting you the “攻略女主” (Conquer the Main Heroine) clear condition!

Lin Zhaoyue: […]

Given Shen Yuan’s current state, she probably wanted the “Conquer the Main Heroine” completion option even more than Lin Zhaoyue herself did.

Therefore, Lin Zhaoyue held no hope that the system would approve her request for a one-click completion.

“D-don’t move! Just sit there! I’ll go get you some clothes,” Lin Zhaoyue said, scrambling to her feet without bothering to fix her disheveled appearance. She stumbled out of the bathroom, hurriedly grabbed a set of her own pajamas, and rushed back.

Shen Yuan was clumsily trying to wipe the bl00d from her nose with the wet T-shirt that had been covering her earlier. The more she wiped, the more smeared the bl00d became, staining her face everywhere. Combined with her innocent, bewildered expression, she looked… a little pitiful, yet also a little comical.

Lin Zhaoyue handed her the clothes, still avoiding eye contact.

“Here, wipe off the bl00d first and put this on.”

“Thank you, Zhaoyue,” Shen Yuan replied sweetly, accepting the clothes.

Lin Zhaoyue’s heart skipped a beat at her smile. She turned to leave, but Shen Yuan tugged at the corner of her shirt.

“Zhaoyue… my head hurts a little. I think I bumped it earlier, and I don’t have the strength to put this on…”

Lin Zhaoyue froze.

She turned back to see Shen Yuan clutching the back of her head, her delicate brows furrowed in a pitiful, tearful expression.

This feels like an act.

But Lin Zhaoyue was still a coward. The dull thud from earlier and the unstoppable nosebleed… what if Shen Yuan had really injured herself?

“Seriously…”

Lin Zhaoyue couldn’t bring herself to be harsh. She resignedly crouched down.

“Where does it hurt? Let me see.”

She carefully parted Shen Yuan’s damp hair behind her head.

Sure enough, there was a small, red swelling.

Lin Zhaoyue asked with concern, “Should we go to the hospital?”

“No need,” Shen Yuan replied, shaking her head pitifully before flashing a gentle smile. “Just sleeping with you will make it better.”

“Goodbye.”

Lin Zhaoyue turned to leave, but before she could take another step, Shen Yuan had already changed into the clothes with lightning speed.

“Wait, wait! I’m done!”

Lin Zhaoyue stared, speechless.

So much for not having the strength to change.

As they stepped out of the bathroom, they ran straight into Aunt Wang.

Aunt Wang saw the two women emerge, Lin Zhaoyue’s hair completely soaked and her face flushed crimson. Aunt Wang’s gaze instantly became complex and meaningful.

“Y-Young Miss… Miss Shen… what’s going on here?”

“Aunt Wang!” Lin Zhaoyue exclaimed, as if seeing a savior. “Prepare the car! We need to take Shen Yuan to the hospital. She hit her head and is bleeding.”

“Hit her head? Bleeding?!”

Aunt Wang’s face paled with alarm. She glanced at Lin Zhaoyue, then at Shen Yuan, her mind instantly conjuring an eight-hundred-episode melodrama of love, hate, and moral conflict.

Could it be…? The Young Miss forced herself on Miss Shen, who resisted fiercely, and then… she hit her head against the wall?! Oh my, how thrilling!

Aunt Wang’s gaze toward Lin Zhaoyue suddenly carried a new, knowing glint.

Lin Zhaoyue, unnerved by the look, snapped, “Why are you staring at me?! She slipped and hit her head herself!”

“Oh, oh, oh… slipped, slipped…” Aunt Wang nodded hastily, thinking, I understand. The Young Miss is giving me an out, and I’ll take it.

“Then we must get to the hospital immediately! I’ll go fetch the driver!”

With that, Aunt Wang turned to rush off.

“Wait!” Shen Yuan suddenly called out.