Hot Search Incoming: The Yandere Heiress’s Wife-Chasing Livestream - Chapter 39

Gu Zhichou might not be one for words, but that didn’t mean she lacked initiative in action.

When desire surged, she found herself acting against her own will.

Shi Mi lay back on the soft seat, Gu Zhichou pressing down on her, her sharp teeth grazing Shi Mi’s lips in a teasing, lingering caress.

“Little Mute,” Gu Zhichou murmured, her voice laced with a seductive smile, as if hinting at something more. “The ice cream’s melting…”

She covered one of Shi Mi’s ears with her palm and whispered into the other: “Let’s finish it all, shall we?”

Shi Mi, already unable to speak, now had her sense of hearing blocked. This only heightened her other senses, leaving her with nowhere to escape.

Clutching Gu Zhichou’s clothes, she nodded faintly.

After spending so much time together, they could understand each other’s intentions without needing words.

Gu Zhichou lowered her head and fed Shi Mi a bite of ice cream, letting a few snowy-white drops fall onto her neck.

The cold instantly raised goosebumps on Shi Mi’s skin. She braced a hand against Gu Zhichou’s shoulder, her gaze blank and questioning.

Shi Mi tried to touch the spot, but Gu Zhichou stopped her with a slightly stern look.

Then, Shi Mi’s body suddenly grew hot as Gu Zhichou began gently licking her neck, melting the snowy-white flowers, spreading them evenly, and cleaning them away.

Shi Mi bit her lip to suppress the strange sensation, wrapping her arms around Gu Zhichou’s head and patting it lightly.

Deep within her heart, tendrils of longing sprouted uncontrollably, their dense growth lifting her to dizzying heights.

Her heart’s journey was a winding path of sudden ascents and plunges.

Satisfaction and elation were emotions she no longer needed to conceal.

Because Gu Zhichou couldn’t see them.

She was lost in Shi Mi’s scent, wondering how it could be so intoxicating.

She almost didn’t want to leave.

She pried open the barrier, their lips and teeth meeting, her leg lifting to rest against Shi Mi’s body.

She allowed Gu Zhichou to witness every blush-inducing, heart-pounding moment.

“How does this make you feel?” she whispered, her voice sounding almost disoriented.

Until Shi Mi truly possessed her own identity, Gu Zhichou couldn’t believe that the person looking at her was genuinely sincere, with flesh and bl00d.

She knew all too well what kind of puppet she had been before gaining her own consciousness.

So she dared not gamble on that sliver of possibility.

The more Shi Mi developed her own awareness, the more Gu Zhichou feared.

No one was more conflicted than she was.

But whether Shi Mi remained as she was or not, she would always belong to Gu Zhichou alone.

Yet the idea of defeating Qiao Zhiyue to rise in status was merely Gu Zhichou’s speculation.

Whether such a method would even work remained a question.

No one could help her.

She was flailing about like a headless fly.

She had to safeguard her own position while securing more opportunities for Shi Mi.

Gu Zhichou lifted her head, meeting Shi Mi’s unwavering gaze.

Her heart plummeted.

“Little Mute,” she asked, “is the ice cream sweet?”

Shi Mi nodded.

“Then remember this sweetness forever.”

Gu Zhichou pressed her lips together, unsure why she was saying these things.

Perhaps she was just trying to gain some status.

Testing what kind of presence she held in Shi Mi’s heart.

But what was the reason?

Shi Mi gently stroked Gu Zhichou’s face, her gaze as clear as ever, a faint smile playing on her lips.

She seemed to know what Gu Zhichou wanted to ask.

But what was the point of the question?

Shi Mi wasn’t sure.

Just as she was even less certain why she had wanted to be close to this person from the very beginning.

What was the point?

Shi Mi’s existence had always been inherently meaningless.

A meaningless being, she began to ponder things of greater significance.

And her thoughts grew increasingly profound.

Gu Zhichou pouted, wrapping her arms around Shi Mi’s waist as she sat up.

It was just ice cream, yet it felt like she had drunk herself into a stupor.

“Who do you care about more—me or that?” Gu Zhichou pointed to the half-melted ice cream on the table, her eyes filled with anticipation.

Shi Mi immediately understood the question.

Without hesitation, she looked at Gu Zhichou, blinked, and the answer was clear.

Shi Mi had only come to eat this so-called ice cream for Gu Zhichou’s sake.

Gu Zhichou’s eyes lit up. “So you like ice cream, right?” she pressed.

Shi Mi frowned, pondered for a long moment, then nodded in realization.

Gu Zhichou smirked mischievously, pinching Shi Mi’s cheek and kneading the small patch of flesh. “If you care about me more, that means you like me more than ice cream.”

Shi Mi blinked blankly, finding the logic sound.

By that analogy, there were many things she liked.

The clothes Gu Zhichou bought for her, the bedtime milk Gu Zhichou prepared.

And the custom-made cake Gu Zhichou had ordered…

So many examples, Shi Mi couldn’t list them all.

She gripped Gu Zhichou’s hand and wrote:

You’re right.

Gu Zhichou’s lips curled into a proud smile. She realized all her agonizing had been for nothing.

Shi Mi’s simple acknowledgment was far more meaningful.

No wonder she had felt so conflicted and uneasy earlier.

She had been longing to hear Shi Mi say she cared about her.

Gu Zhichou was still too adept at evading herself.

To escape the rigid character the author had imposed on her, she deliberately acted in contradictory ways.

In matters of the heart, she had employed the same tactic.

Gu Zhichou valued her pride too much. If she replaced the subject of the same words with Shi Mi, she would have accepted them readily.

It’s normal, right, and necessary for Shi Mi to love herself, Gu Zhichou thought, nodding inwardly.

She had originally planned to help Shi Mi with anything, as long as Shi Mi fell in love with her.

Though this person probably couldn’t truly love anyone, if there was even the slightest possibility—or rather, if Gu Zhichou could convince herself of it—she would regain her confidence and courage.

What’s wrong with lying to myself? Shi Mi will never know, Gu Zhichou muttered inwardly. Yet when Shi Mi’s gaze turned toward her, Gu Zhichou was the first to look away.

Then she thought, Wait, that’s wrong. Shi Mi’s the one who loves me. Why am I hiding?

Gu Zhichou narrowed her phoenix eyes and leaned closer, staring intently into Shi Mi’s eyes.

“Don’t you feel embarrassed looking at me like that?”

Shi Mi instinctively shook her head. But when she realized Gu Zhichou’s meaning, she instantly adopted a bashful expression and turned away.

In truth, Shi Mi preferred looking openly at Gu Zhichou. She had spent too long lurking in the shadows, watching her from afar. Now that she could embrace the sun she had longed for, why would she want to shy away from its blinding light?

But Gu Zhichou was different, so Shi Mi tried her best to cooperate.

As expected, Gu Zhichou was pleased, grinning widely.

“If you love me this much now, imagine how much more you’ll love me when I help you achieve your dreams…”

Shi Mi lowered her gaze and smiled softly.

Although there were some words she didn’t understand, she now knew that love was like ice cream. Even when it melted, it was still sweet water. Therefore, what Gu Zhichou had said was essentially correct.

Shi Mi was unaware of Gu Zhichou’s clumsy deception. In her eyes, Gu Zhichou was incredibly pure, and she never questioned the true meaning of “love.” Since Gu Zhichou had used ice cream as an example, she compared everything to that level of sweetness.

Both of them were rather naive.

But Gu Zhichou hadn’t been wrong. Shi Mi genuinely hadn’t given much thought to emotions, nor did she have the capacity or time for such contemplation. For her, simply watching Gu Zhichou was everything.