Hot Search Incoming: The Yandere Heiress’s Wife-Chasing Livestream - Chapter 46

Shi Mi gazed at her, her snowdrop-clear eyes darkening to obsidian.

The corners of her lips curved downward slightly as she tilted her head, as if asking Gu Zhichou what she wanted to say.

But Gu Zhichou would never reveal her true thoughts.

She withdrew her hand and turned away.

“Don’t… We have to attend the ball soon.”

Shi Mi knew this, of course, but she relished Gu Zhichou’s stubborn attempts to change the subject.

Leaving her mark on this delicate beauty, then letting others witness it—

Wasn’t that exquisite?

Shi Mi’s palm pressed against Gu Zhichou’s neck, gliding upward to her cheek. She forcibly turned Gu Zhichou’s face to meet her gaze.

Her expression was cold and aloof, as if looking down from a great height. She leaned in and kissed Gu Zhichou’s crimson lips.

Gu Zhichou’s breath hitched, her back arching. She gripped Shi Mi’s waist, thrusting her tongue deep into Shi Mi’s mouth, swirling wildly.

“Little Mute, what exactly…”

Gu Zhichou’s mind reeled, her voice hoarse as she kissed with feverish intensity.

Just as she was about to press Shi Mi down, Shi Mi slipped out of her embrace.

Gu Zhichou wiped the water from the corner of her lips with her thumb, looking utterly disheveled.

Just a reward.

She smiled faintly and gently patted Gu Zhichou’s left cheek. The other woman instinctively raised her left hand.

Shi Mi wrote something in Gu Zhichou’s palm.

Whatever it was, Gu Zhichou couldn’t decipher it. Perhaps she was distracted by her own unfulfilled desires.

Her gaze remained fixed on the other woman, her heart pounding so hard it ached.

We only kissed for a moment… why…?

Gu Zhichou was so delicate, always getting upset over the smallest things.

Tears welled up in her eyes, shimmering but refusing to fall.

“Are you bullying me?” she asked, her voice trembling.

Definitely, she thought fiercely. I’ll get my revenge.

Shi Mi lowered her eyes innocently and patted Gu Zhichou’s right cheek.

Gu Zhichou deliberately didn’t raise her hand, but she couldn’t help noticing the other woman’s pitiful expression out of the corner of her eye.

Her heart melted completely.

With a huff, she finally extended her right hand.

Shi Mi’s smile widened, revealing both dimples as she gently wrote:

Zhichou, you’re wonderful.

Gu Zhichou’s heart nearly burst out of her chest. She licked her lips and pounced on Shi Mi.

Pinning Shi Mi beneath her, she scoffed, “Of course! I’m definitely the best person in the world.”

Shi Mi nodded with a smile, her neck already marked with several red hickeys from Gu Zhichou’s kisses.

Gu Zhichou had euphemistically called it “decorating” her.

Shi Mi, of course, wouldn’t call out her little ulterior motive, happily indulging her.

She touched her neck, the corners of her lips curling upward.

All that scolding was worth it.

Such an obedient and adorable puppy.

Gu Zhichou nuzzled against her, tentatively asking, “How much longer can you stay? No, wait… how much longer can I…?”

She couldn’t guess who would leave first.

Her tongue seemed to tie itself in knots before she finally lowered her gaze and said, “The ball requires a dance partner.”

“Little Mute, would you do me the honor?”

Shi Mi looked puzzled, as she didn’t know how to dance.

After a moment’s thought, she nodded vigorously and signed:

I’ll play the music for you.

Shi Mi pointed to herself, mimed playing an instrument, then turned her palm toward Gu Zhichou.

Gu Zhichou blinked, surprised.

“You actually play an instrument? Who taught you?”

She wasn’t surprised Shi Mi couldn’t dance; she had even secretly planned to use dance lessons as an excuse to get closer.

How strange. This person had the opportunity to learn an instrument before? Did she work at a music store or something?

Shi Mi gazed at her, her eyes flickering slightly, as if seeing a shadow of the past.

Who else could have taught me?

You’ve forgotten everything.

Without another word, Shi Mi hopped out of bed and went to the closet to get dressed.

She could have worn what she had on, but she wanted to look more formal.

She eventually chose a pure white dress with half-exposed shoulders and delicate lace embroidered around the neckline. Standing before the mirror, she stared at her reflection, lost in thought.

Shi Mi had rarely looked at her own reflection.

Perhaps in that vast expanse of time and space, she hadn’t even been aware of her own existence.

Her appearance mattered even less.

Gu Zhichou wrapped her arms around Shi Mi from behind, casually zipping up the back of her dress.

Shi Mi wore a form-fitting red dress paired with a long black coat.

Gu Zhichou leaned heavily against her, her chestnut curls cascading loosely over Shi Mi’s shoulder.

Her delicate, alluring features were accentuated by freshly applied lipstick, making her resemble a bewitching enchantress.

“My Little Mute is so beautiful. I don’t want anyone else to see you,” Gu Zhichou murmured, tilting Shi Mi’s chin with her thumb and forefinger to bring her closer.

Her gaze lingered on the crimson, suggestive hickeys adorning Shi Mi’s neck.

In the mirror, Gu Zhichou’s lips pressed against Shi Mi’s ear, her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly.

“What instrument do you play? The piano?”

Shi Mi nodded.

Gu Zhichou wasn’t sure why she’d asked; perhaps it was because she herself had taken piano lessons for a few years.

To her surprise, Shi Mi actually played.

Gu Zhichou chuckled, playfully nipping at Shi Mi’s earlobe.

“What a coincidence! Perhaps we could play a duet sometime?”

Gu Zhichou lowered her gaze, nuzzling Shi Mi’s neck.

“Why aren’t you responding? Scared? Too timid?”

“Don’t be so shy. It’s not like I’m asking you to perform in front of a crowd.”

I already said I don’t want anyone else to see you, she thought, so naturally, we’ll find a private room just for the two of us.

Shi Mi remained silent, but her left hand subtly reached behind, hooking around Gu Zhichou’s little finger.

She knew she might have to leave soon.

For some time now, she’d felt a premonition whenever the moment of departure drew near.

But she didn’t want to go.

Shi Mi wanted to finish playing the entire piece with her.

This was a dream she’d always cherished.

If she missed this chance, it might never come again.

Gu Zhichou, unaware of her impending departure, grinned foolishly and tightened her grip on Shi Mi’s hand.

“Let’s go, dance partner.”

Shi Mi looked up, her smile as radiant as a flower.

The petals of the Diphylleia turn transparent when wet, just like her.

Shi Mi, who filled the gaps in time, was also bound by its constraints.

The name Gu Zhichou had given her suited her perfectly from the start.

She knew this day would come.

But she wanted to delay it as long as possible.

At least, she didn’t want Gu Zhichou to suffer.

Shi Mi gritted her teeth, summoning some unknown strength to suppress the fading sensation.

Gu Zhichou walked ahead, occasionally glancing back.

Under the lamplight, Shi Mi seemed to be fading, almost dissolving into the air.

But in the blink of an eye, the visual effect vanished.

“Little Mute, are you leaving?” Gu Zhichou murmured, clutching the hand in her palm, a sudden surge of hope rising in her heart.

This time, can I try to hold onto you?

Break through the countless layers of mirrors trapping you, and free you from your confinement.

Gu Zhichou, you can do it, right?

Keep what you want, the person you yearn for.

Keep her by your side.

Instead of joining the others downstairs, they went to the open-air moon-viewing platform.

A piano happened to be there.

Gu Zhichou instructed the others to guard the entrance, forbidding anyone from entering.

She then took Shi Mi’s hand and sat her down at the piano.

It had been a long time since Shi Mi had touched the instrument, but her muscle memory remained.

Gu Zhichou watched her, her eyes crinkling with a smile.

“Dance partner, please.”

Shi Mi sighed at the nickname, placing her hands on the keys.

She took a deep breath.

Before her eyes, the staff lines seemed to materialize, the black notes guiding her fingers to press down.

Music could speak for her, express her emotions.

Zhichou, this is the piece you taught me.

I’ll play it for you.