The Female Lead is Looking at Me Differently (GL) - Chapter 19

A faint warmth mixed with Fu Yu’s scent came towards her, and Wen Zhao’s eyes widened slightly, her words a little slurred. She subconsciously leaned back, stammering, “I, I…”

Wen Zhao’s eyes darted around, not knowing where to look.

If she looked up, she will met Fu Yu’s exquisitely beautiful face and inky black eyes. She couldn’t maintain such close eye contact with Fu Yu. She didn’t have such a strong heart.

So she lowered her head. But as soon as she did…

Wen Zhao’s gaze drifted downward and she saw a expanse of white skin, delicate collarbones, and, due to Fu Yu’s bent posture, more of the white, uncovered skin deeper down.

Wen Zhao’s face turned red.

She quickly turned her head away, her voice filled with embarrassment, “What’s wrong with you?”

Fu Yu frowned slightly, “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” Because of her movement, some of the hair that had been scattered on her back fell in front of her, but Fu Yu didn’t care about her current appearance. She stared at Wen Zhao indifferently, her cold expression forming a stark contrast with the unintentionally seductive aura, making her even more alluring.

“What were you thinking about?” she asked the person beneath her.

Wen Zhao felt that the current situation was somehow subtly wrong, but she didn’t dare to do or say anything to Fu Yu, so she could only maintain her current posture and replied softly, “Nothing.”

Fu Yu stared at her for a while, then withdrew, not pursuing the matter further.

With the pressure from Fu Yu gone, Wen Zhao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, before she could finish relaxing, she heard Fu Yu say, “Go to sleep.”

Wen Zhao froze in place.

What? Sleep already? Where? How should they sleep? Who would sleep on the outside and who would sleep on the inside? Were they really going to sleep?

Wen Zhao blinked, her movements as stiff as a rusty robot, but she didn’t dare to object, afraid that her thoughts would offend Fu Yu or somehow taint her. So Wen Zhao could only get up from the bench and obediently move towards the bed step by step.

Fu Yu was tidying her clothes and then ran her fingers through her black hair, combing it gently.

Wen Zhao sat obediently on the edge of the bed, her hands twisting together awkwardly, her left hand squeezing her right, and then her right hand squeezing her left.

She looked back at the bed… Okay, there was only one blanket. It seemed she couldn’t escape sharing the bed tonight.

But on second thought, it should be fine, right? She was a good sleeper! At least she wouldn’t worry about kicking Fu Yu out of bed because she was too close…

Wen Zhao was desperately trying to convince herself, and finally, the frantic beating of her heart gradually calmed down. Then she quietly raised her head and looked in Fu Yu’s direction.

Fu Yu ran her fingers through her hair, her white fingers disappearing into the black hair, then slowly sliding down, revealing her smooth forehead and lowered eyelashes. Her hair was gradually parted and tossed behind her. Then she stood up and walked over to Wen Zhao.

Wen Zhao understood what Fu Yu meant and nervously scooted over to make room for her.

Fu Yu pursed her lips, as if she had smiled lightly. She said to Wen Zhao, “Where do you want to sleep? Inside or outside?”

Wen Zhao looked back and said, “Inside.” That way, at least she wouldn’t be kicked out?

Fu Yu didn’t say anything but nodded, then waited for Wen Zhao to get on the bed.

Wen Zhao took off her shoes and socks, crawled into the bed, and quietly pulled the covers over herself, trying to scoot as far in as possible to leave more room for Fu Yu.

She faced the wall and didn’t dare to turn around, so she could only rely on her hearing to judge Fu Yu’s movements.

Then, Wen Zhao felt a corner of the blanket being lifted, and then someone else sat down and got into bed.

The touch and temperature of another person were clearly felt, although they weren’t directly against her, but it still reminded Wen Zhao that she was now sleeping with Fu Yu.

Wen Zhao pursed her lips and buried her head in the blanket like an ostrich.

The lights were turned off, and the room was plunged into darkness. It wasn’t pitch black, though, because occasional light from outside shone through the closed window, adding a touch of ambiguity to the night.

Wen Zhao lay there with her eyes open, not feeling sleepy at all. Her body was stiff, and her posture hadn’t changed since she got in. She didn’t even dare to straighten her legs, afraid that she might accidentally touch Fu Yu.

Just as Wen Zhao was daydreaming and her mind went blank, she felt Fu Yu move behind her and turn over.

Wen Zhao’s fingers tightened.

“Are you asleep?” Fu Yu suddenly asked.

Wen Zhao nervously bit her lower lip and didn’t know why she didn’t dare to answer. Maybe it was because a conversation in this situation would be too awkward, so she pretended to be asleep. To make it seem more real, Wen Zhao even closed her eyes and tried to find the feeling of sleep, even though she wasn’t sleepy at all.

However, her eyelashes fluttered and her body was stiff, which didn’t look like she was asleep at all.

After a moment of silence, when Wen Zhao thought Fu Yu had fallen asleep, she suddenly felt a hand on her neck.

Wen Zhao opened her eyes wide, startled, and shuddered, turning around and retreating, huddling against the wall, “What are you doing?!”

Because of her sudden movement, the blanket was also pulled away. But Wen Zhao didn’t care about that at the moment because, to be honest, she was really scared.

After all, Wen Zhao was already quite nervous, and then she was suddenly touched on the neck in the darkness, which was quite scary, and it was no wonder she reacted like that.

The room was dark, so Wen Zhao could only see the outline of Fu Yu’s face, but couldn’t see her facial expression clearly. Similarly, Fu Yu couldn’t see Wen Zhao’s expression completely.

The darkness gave Wen Zhao a sense of security, and she slowly calmed down from her initial shock.

Fu Yu sat up and casually draped the blanket over her legs, turning to look at Wen Zhao, her voice soft, as if she were casually asking, “Are you so stiff that you can’t sleep?”

Wen Zhao opened her mouth, wanting to retort, “Mind your own business,” but she… didn’t dare. Yes, it was that simple.

So Wen Zhao could only weakly explain, “It’s okay, I can sleep.”

Fu Yu let out a soft breath, whether it was a laugh or a simple sigh, Wen Zhao couldn’t tell. Then, she saw Fu Yu lean towards her, her hand reaching out.

Her eyes widened in surprise as she watched Fu Yu’s hand, afraid that Fu Yu might do something. But then, that hand landed on her head.

“Eh…?” Wen Zhao couldn’t help but make a questioning sound.

Fu Yu’s hand gently rested on Wen Zhao’s head and then slowly rubbed it, as if comforting a child, with a tenderness that Wen Zhao had never expected.

Wen Zhao’s eyes widened, and all her words were lost. Her pupils trembled slightly, filled with sudden shock.

Was this… a head pat?

Before, when she saw Fu Yu’s hand reaching out, Wen Zhao had all sorts of thoughts, but she had never imagined that Fu Yu would do something like this. Because, after all, that was Fu Yu.

It wasn’t that Wen Zhao had preconceived notions about people, but she had never, ever imagined that Fu Yu at this stage, Fu Yu who was filled with hatred, could actually show such gentleness and warmth to another person…

It was something that should have already dried up, like a pond with no more water, but now, a tiny stream was slowly flowing up from the earth’s core, as precious as a phoenix feather or a unicorn horn. And this bit of warmth was now being given to her…?

Feeling the touch on her head, Wen Zhao blinked slowly, inexplicably feeling like crying.

“Sleep,” Fu Yu finally said without saying anything else.

Her hand slowly fell, unintentionally brushing against Wen Zhao’s cheek, and then retracted.

Looking at Fu Yu lying down beside her, Wen Zhao also lay back down. This time she was facing Fu Yu, but unexpectedly, she no longer felt any nervousness.

Looking at Fu Yu’s figure lying on the opposite side, Wen Zhao closed her eyes and fell asleep.

The person beside her breathed long and deep, the sound of someone fast asleep. Wen Zhao was already sound asleep, but Fu Yu had not yet fallen asleep. She was still lying on her side, facing Wen Zhao, looking at her figure in the dim light.

Fu Yu lowered her eyelashes slightly, looking like she was thinking about something, her thoughts wandering far away.

She remembered… the first time she saw Wen Zhao.

At that time, she was just like a vase, beautiful but useless, with various annoying emotions in her eyes.

Fu Yu had no interest in dealing with such a person, so she was indifferent to Wen Zhao. But later… when did it start to change?

She couldn’t help but pay attention to her, couldn’t help but want to pay more attention to her, and couldn’t help but focus her gaze on her again and again. At the same time, she also… began to care about many things that Fu Yu had never cared about or been concerned about before.

Even now, she found it hard to believe that she, of all people, could have moments when her emotions fluctuated for someone else.

Not just her, but Wen Zhao as well.

When did her eyes stop being filled with calculation and the ability to fake weakness, and become clearer, purer, and more naive?

A gentle smile to someone could make her heart skip a beat.

Fu Yu’s fingers tightened slightly, and strange emotions welled up in her heart.

After a while, Fu Yu raised her eyes again.

The light in her black eyes, which had been flickering, slowly calmed down.

Fu Yu leaned forward slightly and slowly approached Wen Zhao.

Then she reached out her hand, her finger gently landing on Wen Zhao’s warm cheek.

Beneath her palm was warm and smooth skin, with a gentle touch, as soft as the person herself.

Fu Yu lowered her eyes, hiding the emotions in her eyes.

Her hand moved slightly, gently stroking Wen Zhao’s cheek. With tenderness.