After the Paranoid Female Lead Lost Her Memory, She Insisted on Pursuing This Cannon Fodder - Chapter 53

The arm encircling her waist wasn’t tight, merely a loose embrace, yet it carried an undeniable sense of possession.

The warmth from Shen Yuan’s palm pressed against Lin Zhaoyue’s skin, dispelling the night’s chill while igniting a deeper, more intense heat within her.

Thump, thump, thump…

Lin Zhaoyue felt her heart pounding so hard it threatened to leap out of her throat, the drumming echoing in her ears.

Through the thin fabric of her swimsuit, she could clearly feel the softness of Shen Yuan’s chest pressed against her back. She couldn’t even tell if the frantic heartbeat was her own or Shen Yuan’s, who was pressed so close behind her.

She froze instantly, her limbs feeling numb and unresponsive, her mind blank.

This was…

She had anticipated Shen Yuan’s reaction: perhaps concerned inquiries, perhaps secret delight, perhaps an immediate request to return to the hotel.

But she never imagined it would be this… a tender, almost lingering embrace.

Too close…

Shen Yuan rested her chin lightly on Lin Zhaoyue’s shoulder, her warm breath brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck, sending a tingling, scalp-prickling sensation through her.

Lin Zhaoyue could even smell the faint fragrance of shampoo lingering in Shen Yuan’s hair, mingling with her unique, rain-soaked cedar-like scent to create an intensely invasive aroma that enveloped her completely.

Her cheeks flushed instantly, the heat spreading rapidly to her earlobes, neck, and even the exposed skin of her shoulders and arms, which flushed a tempting pink.

“Are you… still cold like this?”

Shen Yuan’s husky voice whispered in Lin Zhaoyue’s ear, her warm breath brushing against her earlobe, causing her to tremble involuntarily.

“N-no… I’m not cold anymore…”

Lin Zhaoyue’s voice was as faint as a mosquito’s buzz, betraying a panic she hadn’t even realized she felt.

She didn’t dare turn around, afraid of meeting Shen Yuan’s eyes, which she knew must be brimming with some… some emotion she couldn’t resist.

She had come to execute a seduction plan, so why did it feel like… she was the one being seduced?

The embrace lasted longer than Lin Zhaoyue had anticipated, each second feeling like she was being slowly roasted over a low flame.

“Um…” Lin Zhaoyue finally couldn’t bear it any longer, her voice dry as she spoke. “It’s getting late. Aren’t you… tired?”

Meaning, shouldn’t we go back now?

The arm around her tightened slightly. Shen Yuan’s cheek remained pressed against Lin Zhaoyue’s shoulder, her voice carrying a hint of lazy nasal drawl:

“Mmm… I am a little tired. And the sea breeze is quite chilly; it’s easy to catch a cold in just a swimsuit. Should we head back soon?”

Head back? Head back where?

Lin Zhaoyue’s heart leaped with joy, but she deliberately hesitated, not immediately agreeing. Instead, she gently shifted her hand in Shen Yuan’s grasp, her fingertips lightly scratching against Shen Yuan’s warm palm, her tone feigning reluctance:

“Hmm…”

Shen Yuan keenly sensed her hesitation. She lifted her chin slightly from Lin Zhaoyue’s shoulder and turned her head:

“Lin… Zhaoyue?” she called out uncertainly. “What’s wrong? Don’t you want to go back?”

As she spoke, Shen Yuan rapidly analyzed the situation.

Lin Zhaoyue’s reaction was peculiar, neither genuinely eager to leave nor outright refusing. She had clearly hinted at being “tired” and “cold,” yet now she seemed reluctant.

What was she hesitating about?

“No…” Lin Zhaoyue mumbled in response.

At that moment, Lin Zhaoyue herself felt equally perplexed.

Why is Shen Yuan being so difficult today?

Normally, even if Lin Zhaoyue acted coldly, Shen Yuan would immediately understand and cling to her without needing any effort from her side.

But now, Shen Yuan was being unusually proper, simply holding her without making any further moves, forcing Lin Zhaoyue to take the initiative.

For a moment, Lin Zhaoyue almost suspected Shen Yuan had regained her memories.

But…

Recalling the way Shen Yuan had looked at her before losing her memories, Lin Zhaoyue quickly dismissed the thought.

That Shen Yuan would never hold me so tenderly.

There’s no other choice…!

Lin Zhaoyue’s gaze drifted elsewhere as she desperately tried to hint:

“It’s just… ahem, it’s rare for us to get out like this…”

Upon hearing this, a flash of understanding flickered in Shen Yuan’s eyes.

As expected.

She was now almost certain.

The “her” and Lin Zhaoyue’s relationship had progressed to a truly disgraceful level!

All the effort Lin Zhaoyue had put into dressing so provocatively, creating such an intimate atmosphere by the sea, and then hinting that she didn’t want to go back… there was no doubt she had planned to spend the night from the very beginning!

The thought that she had unknowingly grown so close to Lin Zhaoyue after losing her memories…

No wonder Lin Zhaoyue had stood up for her at the bar, risking the wrath of so many people.

Lin Zhaoyue wasn’t concerned about her.

Lin Zhaoyue cared about the amnesiac Shen Yuan—the one who obeyed her every word, giving her everything she asked for.

Shen Yuan ground her back teeth.

Interesting.

She released her arms from around Lin Zhaoyue’s waist, took her other hand, and said with just the right amount of surprise:

“Why don’t we… go rest in my hotel room first? It’s close by, and it’s better than you going back in your swimsuit like this.”

She paused, tilted her head slightly, and looked at Lin Zhaoyue with sparkling eyes, adding a line that perfectly matched the “amnesiac Shen Yuan” persona:

“Besides… I want to spend more time with you.”

Got her!

Lin Zhaoyue mentally pumped her fist, but maintained a composed expression.

“…Alright. Since you insist… I’ll reluctantly come to your place for a bit.”

She feigned reluctance, but as soon as she took a step, her arm was gently tugged from behind.

“Wait, Zha… Zhaoyue.”

It was Shen Yuan’s voice.

Lin Zhaoyue’s heart skipped a beat. She instinctively turned around. “What is it? Didn’t you say we were leaving?”

Could she be backing out? Or is she planning something else?

Shen Yuan didn’t answer her question. Her gaze swept quickly over Lin Zhaoyue’s overly exposed body.

Her brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.