The Female Lead is Looking at Me Differently (GL) - Chapter 18

After soaking for a while, Wen Zhao prepared to dry herself and come out. After all, she couldn’t stay in there for too long. What if Fu Yu came back and caught her? That would be a bit awkward.

She guessed that Fu Yu had left on her own and had specially asked the innkeeper to bring her hot water to avoid such an awkward scene, so she would let Wen Zhao wash first, and then Fu Yu would wash after she was finished.

Wen Zhao nodded secretly, feeling she had understood Fu Yu’s intentions.

Because she had just come out of the hot water, she would always have some moisture on her body, even after drying herself. Wen Zhao didn’t like to wrap herself up in too many clothes at this time, trapping all the hot and humid moisture inside. So she was only wearing a single layer of clothing and sat back at the table to pour herself a cup of water.

Fortunately, the weather wasn’t too cold, and since she had stepped into the realm of cultivation by introducing Qi into her body, Wen Zhao’s constitution had also improved, so she wasn’t particularly afraid of the cold. Therefore, sitting here in thin clothing on an autumn day was no problem.

After drinking the water to quench her thirst, Wen Zhao wondered why Fu Yu hadn’t returned yet. She opened the window and looked out, but didn’t see anything special, only the city lights that were lit up at night.

Looking down from the second floor, Luoyue City was truly bustling and lively. Even at night, there were still countless people on the streets, whether they were setting up stalls, performing, or shopping.

Wen Zhao closed the window after looking for a while. She thought that no matter when Fu Yu came back, the water in the bathtub had to be changed.

So Wen Zhao was about to go out, but as soon as she opened the door, she saw Fu Yu standing beside the wall, leaning against it and closing her eyes as if resting.

Wen Zhao: !

To be honest, she was really startled, so startled that she almost jumped.

She stared at Fu Yu standing outside the door, her words stumbling, “You, why are you here, when did you… ah, come?”

Startled by Wen Zhao’s voice, Fu Yu suddenly opened her eyes and looked back, her expression cold and alert, her eyes filled with a blade-like sharpness, and a hint of her own emotions that had not yet subsided.

It seemed that before this, she hadn’t noticed Wen Zhao approaching the door or the sound of the door opening, but had been lost in her own thoughts, as if she was thinking about something.

Upon realizing that it was Wen Zhao, the cold and sharp look in her eyes gradually faded, and the icy color in her eyes retreated, revealing the original ink-black color.

Seeing Fu Yu’s gaze, Wen Zhao couldn’t help but be startled. The words she had originally wanted to say got stuck in her throat and she couldn’t continue.

There was no other reason, because Wen Zhao had never seen Fu Yu with such an expression, or rather, such a look. It was dark and heavy, like a deep, impenetrable ink, with a sense of suffocation that pressed down on her, making her unable to breathe, and even giving her the urge to escape.

Wen Zhao was frightened by her gaze.

Perhaps sensing Wen Zhao’s emotions, Fu Yu closed her eyes and calmed herself down. Then she opened her eyes and looked at Wen Zhao, “What’s wrong?”

No, shouldn’t I be the one asking that?

But Wen Zhao obviously didn’t dare to speak to Fu Yu like that at this moment. She bit her lip in hesitation, and then, like a wronged little wife, answered obediently, “I… I’m done washing, I want to find someone to change the water.”

Fu Yu turned around, facing Wen Zhao, and then her gaze swept over Wen Zhao, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, her expression indifferent, and her black eyes held a watery coolness as she asked softly and without any emotion, “Are you going to call someone dressed like that?”

Although her voice was calm, for some reason, Wen Zhao felt a slight, not very fast emotion.

Had she offended Fu Yu again? No, right?

Wen Zhao blinked, then looked down at her own clothes.

—Just a normal inner garment.

However, perhaps it’s because the moisture that hadn’t completely dried had gradually dissipated over time, seeping into her thin clothes, making them slightly damp and clinging to her body, revealing the curves of her figure. Coupled with the fact that her undergarment was still too… revealing, it seemed that her attire was indeed a bit inappropriate.

Wen Zhao was silent for a moment, reminding herself once again not to get too OOC. She should at least try to think of herself as an ancient person.

She pursed her lips and whispered, “I, I didn’t notice.”

Fu Yu took a step forward. Lowering her gaze, she easily saw the expression of the person in front of her in the dim light of the room: the clear gaze that looked at her, her clothing, the curves that were tightly hugged by the fabric, and… the strands of hair that clung to her fair neck.

Fu Yu’s eyes moved slightly, and then she took another step forward.

Seeing Fu Yu so close, Wen Zhao suppressed the urge to retreat and hide. She bit her lip and asked weakly, “Wh-what’s wrong?”

Fu Yu didn’t answer her question but reached out and touched Wen Zhao’s neck.

Wen Zhao didn’t have time to dodge. She widened her eyes in surprise, looking at Fu Yu standing in front of her.

What?

The skin, which had just been washed, was still warm, as if it carried the heat of the water, while Fu Yu’s hands were slightly cool. The moment they touched, Wen Zhao couldn’t help but shiver, her back seemingly covered in goosebumps.

“Wh…”

Then, she felt Fu Yu’s hand move slightly, pushing the hair that was stuck to her neck away.

The cool fingertips glided across the skin of her neck, causing a slight tingling itch—a sensation that came from another person, a completely different feeling.

Wen Zhao’s back tingled, and she gasped, finally unable to resist taking two steps back before quickly covering her neck.

This… this feeling was too strange!

It was just a touch on the neck, nothing serious. Why, why did she have such a big reaction?

Wen Zhao closed her eyes, her ears turning slightly red.

Just a moment ago, it felt like her waist had gone weak.

Fu Yu raised her eyes and stared at her quietly, the intense emotion in her eyes had dissipated, leaving only quietness and tranquility. She twirled her fingers and then turned to Wen Zhao, saying, “I’ll go call someone to change the water. You…” She raised her eyes and looked directly at Wen Zhao, “Change your clothes.”

With that, Fu Yu closed the door and went downstairs.

After Fu Yu left, Wen Zhao finally relaxed. She reached out and patted her cheek, shaking off the strange feeling she had just experienced, and then quickly pulled a coat over herself and sat back at the table, drinking two cups of water before calming her flustered heart.

It was really… strange.

What was going on with Fu Yu just now? Wen Zhao couldn’t help but ponder.

If she hated her, it didn’t seem like it, because no one would want to touch someone they hated. But if Fu Yu was starting to care about her because her favorability had increased, then… well, Wen Zhao recalled Fu Yu’s behavior along the way and had to admit that this seemed even less likely.

After all, Fu Yu’s “murderous gaze” had been lingering in Wen Zhao’s mind.

Wen Zhao stroked the cup and asked the system, “[System, can you tell me what’s going on?]”.

However, this time the system didn’t reply immediately. Unlike its usual promptness, it seemed like it had encountered something and couldn’t attend to Wen Zhao immediately.

Wen Zhao felt a little confused and called out again. This time, the system appeared, but it was as if the signal was poor, and its speech was stuttering.

[I, don’t know. After the host joins the plot, it will, cause changes to the, original plot, therefore, the new plot, and character modes, need the host, to analyze by herself.]

That was basically saying nothing at all.

Damn it, couldn’t you, as a system, do something? Besides forcing her to increase her female supporting character value, could you have some other use?

However, this time, the system didn’t say anything else, leaving only a busy prompt.

After a while, the water was changed, and new hot water was poured into the wooden bucket. Fu Yu went in to bathe, while Wen Zhao waited outside.

Listening to the sound of water coming from inside, her gaze involuntarily shifted to the only bed in the guest room.

How were they going to sleep tonight?

In fact, since they were both women, Wen Zhao didn’t mind or fear sharing a bed with Fu Yu, but the problem was… they were sharing a “small bed”.

Under such external constraints, it was obvious that she and Fu Yu couldn’t avoid physical contact, and they might even be closer. This was something Wen Zhao couldn’t accept.

It wasn’t that she disliked Fu Yu, but for Wen Zhao, she had never been this close to anyone before, especially not Fu Yu. She was… scared.

Yes, Wen Zhao was flustered.

As she poured herself water, she glanced at the bed from time to time, thinking about how to handle the situation.

Should she look for new bedding? Or should she just sleep on the floor? She was strong enough to sleep on the floor all night.

Just as Wen Zhao was lost in thought, she suddenly heard the sound of water stopping, followed by the faint sound of movement from inside.

Was… was she done?

Wen Zhao’s heart suddenly raced.

It felt like she was about to go into an interview. She was unusually nervous.

She took a deep breath and comforted herself. It’s okay, Fu Yu won’t eat her. Relax.

However, even so, Wen Zhao could feel her heart pounding, as if her heart had become the moon palace, and now there was a rabbit living inside.

Then, Wen Zhao heard Fu Yu’s footsteps coming out.

She clenched her fists, raised her head, and was just about to greet Fu Yu proactively and friendly when, at the sight of Fu Yu, her voice disappeared between her lips.

A tall figure with skin like jade, a delicate and beautiful face, and long black hair that cascaded down her back like ink. A few strands of hair clung to her neck and fell in front of her. Her eyebrows were like paintings, her eyes were flowing, and when she raised her eyes to look over, her gaze seemed to carry a faint mist, like a beauty who had awakened from a painting, with a captivating charm.

The warm water seemed to have melted the cold aura around Fu Yu. At this moment, Fu Yu’s brows were slightly relaxed and lazy, and her crow-black eyelashes trembled slightly, as if sweeping across one’s heart.

She was wearing a thin undergarment, and the collar was slightly open, revealing a patch of fair skin and delicate collarbones. A few drops of water were still clinging to her collarbones, slowly sliding down and disappearing into her collar.

Fu Yu slowly walked over and stood in front of Wen Zhao.

Then, she bent down, her beautiful eyes under her eyelashes fixed on her, her lips parted slightly, and she asked softly, “What’s wrong?”

T/N: Damn! She’s seducing you!