After the Paranoid Female Lead Lost Her Memory, She Insisted on Pursuing This Cannon Fodder - Chapter 51

The sea breeze carried a cool, damp mist as it gently brushed against the jagged rocks. In the distance, waves surged rhythmically onto the sandy beach, then slowly receded, leaving glistening trails that shimmered under the moonlight.

The two women settled on a relatively flat and wide black rock.

Shen Yuan sat close beside Lin Zhaoyue, their hands still intertwined, their fingers interlaced in a tighter grip.

She contentedly swayed their clasped hands, then turned her head to gaze intently at Lin Zhaoyue’s profile bathed in moonlight.

“The moon here… it seems especially bright.”

“It’s always like this by the sea…” Lin Zhaoyue replied casually, her gaze drifting to the person beside her. She unexpectedly met Shen Yuan’s eyes.

Lin Zhaoyue’s heart skipped a beat. “You weren’t even looking at the moon!” she chided.

Shen Yuan blinked innocently. “I was too.”

Lin Zhaoyue didn’t respond, merely puffed out her cheeks and looked away, continuing to watch the sea.

Another silence fell, broken only by the tireless rhythm of the waves.

After a while, Shen Yuan yawned softly.

“Zhaoyue, I’m feeling a bit tired… Maybe I was too excited today.”

As she spoke, she leaned back against a nearby rock.

“…Just close your eyes and rest for a bit. Just for a little while.”

Lin Zhaoyue turned her head and saw that Shen Yuan had already gently closed her eyes. Her long lashes cast faint shadows in the moonlight, and her breathing gradually became steady and even.

System, the Will of the World hasn’t returned yet, right? Lin Zhaoyue mentally confirmed again.

System: No, Host. Everything is currently normal. The signal is still being blocked.

That’s good…

Lin Zhaoyue quietly exhaled in relief, feeling her heart pounding faster and faster.

Now… was the perfect moment.

Lin Zhaoyue took a deep breath, mentally preparing herself.

She stole a glance at Shen Yuan, who was resting with her eyes closed, confirming she wouldn’t open them anytime soon. Then, with a slightly trembling hand, she reached for the zipper of her long black sun-protective jacket.

Her fingertips were icy, her heart pounding like a drum.

She felt her cheeks burning, a faint blush creeping up her neck.

The sound of the zipper sliding down cut sharply through the still night air. Gritting her teeth, she swiftly yanked the zipper all the way down with a whoosh.

The black sun-protective jacket was tossed aside with a practiced flick of her wrist.

Instantly, skin that had been wrapped up all day finally met the cool sea breeze, sending a delicate shiver through her.

Moonlight streamed down unobstructed, bathing her in its silvery glow.

Beneath the jacket, instead of the short skirt or shorts Shen Yuan might have expected, lay a daringly minimalist black two-piece swimsuit.

The top was a simple triangle, barely covering the essentials and unapologetically revealing a vast expanse of snow-white skin across her chest, emphasizing the alluring cleavage. Delicate straps tied into an intricate bow at her neck and back. The bottoms were equally revealing, with side straps adding an air of tantalizing restraint.

The black fabric clung tightly to her body, accentuating her curvaceous figure in stark contrast against her porcelain-like skin, creating a striking visual impact.

Lin Zhaoyue glanced down, feeling her cheeks instantly burn, the heat spreading to the tips of her ears.

It was her own plan, yet when she found herself almost naked under the moonlight and… perhaps soon under Shen Yuan’s gaze, a wave of intense shame washed over her, making her feel deeply uncomfortable.

This was the plan.

The plan to seduce Shen Yuan and make her invite Lin Zhaoyue to move in.

She turned her head and saw Shen Yuan still leaning against the rock, seemingly dozing off. Her heart pounded wildly.

Thank goodness Shen Yuan has amnesia again. She’s practically mine for the taking now, right?

Lin Zhaoyue tried to boost her confidence. “No problem. Even women go crazy for me in this outfit.”

So… what next?

Lin Zhaoyue licked her slightly dry lips, her mind blank.

The first step of the plan had been achieved. But what came after?

Should she wake Shen Yuan directly? Or… do something else?

She stared at Shen Yuan’s face, so close… and an uncontrollable thought surfaced.

So cold…

An icy chill pierced her legs first, making her shiver involuntarily.

Consciousness struggled to surface from the depths of the sea, bringing with it a violent dizziness and a sense of fragmentation.

What just happened?

Her last memory was of being in a taxi, Zhang Wei’s worried face etched in her mind.

Then what?

What happened?

Splash—

The distinct sound of water breaking echoed nearby, accompanied by the familiar rhythm of waves crashing against rocks and the salty, damp sea breeze.

At the beach?

Shen Yuan frowned unconsciously, her eyes still closed.

Her leg had been injured before, and the seaside always brought a dull ache. That’s why she’d deliberately worn long pants when visiting this coastal city today.

But now… why did it feel like she was wearing a dress?

Shen Yuan’s eyes snapped open.

Her blurry vision gradually focused, and the first thing she saw was a face pressed too close—so close she could almost see the fine downy hairs on the other person’s cheek and the slight tremor of their eyelashes.

It was Lin Zhaoyue.

But… the Lin Zhaoyue before her was utterly different from any image she remembered.

Wet, disheveled black hair clung to her cheeks and neck, strands still dripping with water. A lingering blush tinted her face.

What made Shen Yuan’s pupils contract sharply was Lin Zhaoyue’s attire—

She was wearing only a skimpy black swimsuit, its daring design leaving vast expanses of snow-white, delicate skin exposed.

Wet strands of hair clung to her cheeks and neck, water droplets tracing paths down her smooth, pale skin, winding into the shadows barely concealed by her swimsuit—a sight that only fueled the imagination.

Moonlight bathed her figure, casting a cold, alluring glow over her ivory-like skin, making her appear dangerously seductive—almost predatory.

Boom!

A wave of heat surged uncontrollably from Shen Yuan’s feet to the crown of her head, her ears and neck flushing crimson in an instant, burning as if she might scald herself.

Lin Zhaoyue froze, startled by Shen Yuan’s intense reaction. Even during their most intimate moments before, Shen Yuan’s face had never flushed this deeply.

Realizing how suggestive and revealing her current posture was, Lin Zhaoyue’s heart skipped a beat. Yet she forced herself to remain calm, hastily shifting away from Shen Yuan and standing up.

“…You’re awake.”

Lin Zhaoyue casually swept a strand of hair from her neck behind her ear with her fingertips, her movements deliberately languid.

“It’s quite late, isn’t it?”

Shen Yuan remained frozen in place, her mind racing.

Beneath her lay cold, hard rocks, while a damp sandy beach stretched out nearby, exposed by the receding tide. Beyond that, the black sea surged restlessly, moonlight dancing across its surface. The air was thick with the briny scent of the sea.

She glanced down at the champagne-gold slip dress she’d never seen before, then at Lin Zhaoyue’s outfit, which could only be described as “shockingly unconventional.”

Her last memory was of being in a taxi… Now she was on coastal rocks… And Lin Zhaoyue was dressed like this…

The only explanation—

She’d lost her memory again, and then relentlessly pursued Lin Zhaoyue!

That’s how they’d ended up here, and… and she had no idea what they’d done together!

She watched Lin Zhaoyue’s silhouette, her wet hair clinging to her pale nape, the graceful curve of her shoulder blades exposed. Below, her waist was slender and taut, and the curve of her hips was accentuated by her swimsuit…

Especially the way Lin Zhaoyue’s lips were slightly pursed, as if from shyness or some other emotion, appearing exceptionally soft under the moonlight…

Shen Yuan’s heart skipped a beat uncontrollably, and her throat tightened involuntarily.

She slammed her eyes shut, then snapped them open again.

Damn it, am I going crazy too?

Shen Yuan pinched her palm hard, trying to shock herself into clarity with the pain.

But an even more terrifying thought surfaced uncontrollably in her mind:

Has Lin Zhaoyue always been like this around my amnesiac self?

Would she wear such revealing swimsuits and get so close? Would she look at me with those predatory eyes? Would she even… actively seduce me…?

This idea sent Shen Yuan’s heart racing wildly.

A chaotic mix of confusion, anger, and a hint of something she refused to acknowledge began to fester in her heart.

“Hiss—”

Shen Yuan bit her tongue sharply.

The sharp pain instantly banished the chaotic speculations from her mind, bringing a cold clarity.

Don’t panic. Don’t let Lin Zhaoyue see through me.

She needed to understand exactly how far things had progressed between her amnesiac self and Lin Zhaoyue.

And the only way to uncover the truth seemed to be…

Temporarily feign amnesia.