The Female Lead is Looking at Me Differently (GL) - Chapter 23

Wen Zhao was about to prop herself up and sit up, intending to survey her surroundings, understand the current situation, and… negotiate with the white-clothed man in front of her, Lu Bicai, when her movements halted. Her eyes widened slightly, revealing a hint of surprise and disbelief.

There was no other reason than the fact that Wen Zhao could clearly feel something was wrong with her body. For example, she felt hot and restless.

This inexplicable feeling was so shocking that Wen Zhao could only think of one thing at the first moment.

At that moment, only two big words kept circling in her mind: No way?!

Could it be that she was so unlucky? Could it really be this clichéd?

Isn’t this the classic scene in those cliché dramas, being drugged?!

Although the plot was old, but apparently, as long as it was exciting enough, it didn’t matter how old it was?

Wen Zhao pinched her fingers, and for a moment, she really wanted to drag the system out and yell like Erkang, but then she suddenly remembered that the system had disappeared somewhere, leaving only an automatic reply, leaving Wen Zhao to deal with this situation on her own.

It was always absent when it should be there, and it was always blabbering when it shouldn’t be.

But then again, isn’t this kind of thing something that only the male or female lead would encounter?

—The male or female lead accidentally gets drugged, and if they aren’t rescued by someone, they will explode and die (?). So in order to save the life of the male/female lead, the other person would sacrifice themselves. After a night, a hint of ambiguity would arise between the two, and then after some grinding, they would gradually develop feelings for each other…

Let’s not comment on whether this plot is reasonable or not, the point is that this is a plot belonging to the male and female lead. Wen Zhao had reason to suspect that if this plot really existed in the original novel, it would definitely be the male and female lead’s storyline.

But… now?

How could this be! A supporting character like her was actually getting this plot!

Wen Zhao was about to contort her face.

Wen Zhao was so agitated by her inner turmoil that she didn’t even have time to think about the heat and discomfort in her body.

At this moment, Lu Bicai, who was sitting beside her and smiling, raised an eyebrow and said, “Why, you don’t seem panicked? You even have time to think about other things.”

His voice was soft and gentle, like a spring breeze, making people feel intoxicated, whether it was due to his natural voice or his gentle personality.

Hearing his voice, Wen Zhao suddenly came back to her senses and focused on the difficult situation in front of her. And, she didn’t know if it was her imagination… Wen Zhao frowned slightly, feeling that something was wrong.

She suppressed her extra thoughts, raised her eyes to look at Lu Bicai sitting opposite her, and subconsciously moved back a little, increasing the distance between them, while paying attention to his movements and carefully observing him.

The man sitting opposite her was slender, with a handsome face and beautiful peach blossom eyes that seemed to be smiling naturally, and the eyes that looked at her were always filled with a gentle and affectionate smile. His gaze seemed to be both smiling and teasing, with a hint of playfulness and wickedness, making him look like a truly suave and debonair young master rather than a notorious flower thief.

Wen Zhao hadn’t understood the actions of those women who were infatuated with Lu Bicai before. After all, in such an environment, even if the customs and ideas were already open enough, it was still too absurd to expect and welcome the arrival of a flower thief with open doors at night.

But after seeing Lu Bicai’s appearance today, Wen Zhao could roughly understand. Was it really beauty that led people astray?

Seeing that Wen Zhao was just looking at him without saying anything, and looking quite alert, Lu Bicai couldn’t help but smile. Leaning against the table, he supported his chin with one hand, “Why don’t you answer? According to the effects of the drug, you should still be able to maintain your rationality and not be controlled by desire. Hmm… that is, you dislike me, so you don’t want to talk to me?”

Although he asked this question, his eyes were soft and gentle, not like a question, but more like a lover acting coquettishly.

Wen Zhao avoided his gaze and looked around inconspicuously. Judging by her observation, they were currently in a room. Judging by the furnishings, it didn’t look like an ordinary inn, but rather someone’s private room. Could it be that they were in Lu Bicai’s house?

Wen Zhao couldn’t see any windows, and the only thing she could see opposite her was the wall and some calligraphy and paintings, so the windows must be on the same wall, not opposite. Besides that, the only way out was the door behind Lu Bicai.

But the door was tightly closed at the moment. Could Wen Zhao escape before Lu Bicai could react? Especially now that she was drugged and her legs were weak… it was probably a bit difficult.

After slowly analyzing the situation in front of her, the chaotic feeling that Wen Zhao had when she first woke up disappeared. As her dazed state disappeared, she became a bit more sober, and precisely because she was sober, she began to feel… a little discouraged and afraid.

What should she do in this situation? Could she escape? Could she defeat Lu Bicai? If she couldn’t escape, and now she and Lu Bicai were alone in a room, and she was drugged, then today, then…

No, no, no, don’t be afraid, she wasn’t alone, she still had Fu Yu.

Thinking of Fu Yu, Wen Zhao suddenly felt much more energetic.

Wen Zhao understood Fu Yu’s personality and character. Although Fu Yu seemed to dislike Wen Zhao because of jealousy and resentment, she would definitely not stand by and watch Wen Zhao die because of jealousy.

If she saw Wen Zhao being taken away by Lu Bicai right in front of her, Fu Yu would definitely come to save her; regardless of the fact that Fu Yu’s original mission was to capture Lu Bicai, even without this reason, seeing Wen Zhao being kidnapped, Fu Yu would definitely come to the rescue.

There was no other reason, it was just because Fu Yu was such a person.

Although Fu Yu always felt that after that night of the massacre, she had become a cold and hateful avenger, but because Wen Zhao had understood her in the book, and because of the recent day-to-day interactions and “eyewitness accounts”, Wen Zhao could independently judge that Fu Yu was not a person who would stand by and watch others die. On the contrary, there was always a warm place in her heart, and there, her inner flame was hidden.

So Fu Yu will come.

Because she firmly believed this, after the initial panic, Wen Zhao calmed down. She didn’t cry out of fear, and her mood gradually became calm and reassured.

Wen Zhao tried to suppress her restless mind caused by the drug, took a deep breath to distract herself, and to buy some time, she took the initiative to talk to Lu Bicai, “You must have seen the Young lady of Luoyue City today, but you didn’t choose her, instead you came to find Fu Yu. Why?”

This was indeed something Wen Zhao was curious about.

Although as a fan of Fu Yu, Wen Zhao did think Fu Yu was the most beautiful, she would choose Fu Yu with her eyes closed; but… to be honest, Zhan Fu was a completely different type of beauty compared to Fu Yu.

She was like a flamboyant peony, blooming wantonly under the scorching sun, showing off her bright colors and fragrant scent, with pride and flamboyance, not caring about other people’s gazes, only seeking to outshine all the flowers.

So if Zhan Fu and Fu Yu were compared, it was really uncertain which one would win, it was simply a matter of personal preference.

Hearing Wen Zhao’s question, Lu Bicai raised an eyebrow slightly, then chuckled and said bluntly, “You’re stalling for time, waiting for her to come save you.”

But then he added, “But I don’t mind.” Lu Bicai curved his eyes, and a hint of cunning appeared in his smile, “After all, only I can cure the drug in your body, even the divine doctor Xie Ting can’t solve my ‘Caihua Powder’.”

Wen Zhao was slightly startled and couldn’t help but purse her lips and look at Lu Bicai.

This guy… was too arrogant. It seemed that the reason why he could carry out his actions a hundred times without fail, besides his appearance, was also due to the effect of this drug.

But then again, could even the divine doctor Xie Ting not solve his drug?

Wen Zhao didn’t think Lu Bicai was bragging, after all, if there was a way to solve it, Lu Bicai wouldn’t have been at large for so long.

Wen Zhao gently bit her tongue, while controlling her gradually increasing breathing, and desperately suppressing the heat in her body.

Damn it, this feeling, this feeling… it was really indescribable. It was like it was becoming increasingly unbearable, and she began to want to touch someone else desperately, longing for someone else to touch her, to hold her, and then, to do something more.

Wen Zhao grasped her own fingers, retreating to the inner side of the bed, leaning against the wall. The coldness of the wall seeped through her clothes, bringing a cool sensation that made Wen Zhao feel slightly better.

Seeing Wen Zhao already in discomfort, Lu Bicai didn’t show any sign of urgency. On the contrary, he appeared relaxed, even carrying a smile as he watched Wen Zhao’s current state.

“Hmm, it seems the effects of the drug are starting to take hold, but don’t worry, there’s still the time it takes to drink a cup of tea before you completely lose your senses.”

Lu Bicai rubbed his wrist, refraining from approaching in haste. Instead, he shifted his posture, looking at the cowering Wen Zhao with tender eyes, and spoke softly, “Is there anything you want to ask me? I’ll tell you whatever you wish to know.”

Ask him? Wen Zhao had so many questions.

For instance, why did Lu Bicai choose to come to Fu Yu’s side; or about his strength and how he managed to parade around for so long without being captured; and what he… intended to do next.

In the end, those questions merely dissolved into restrained gasps that she could no longer hold back.

Lu Bicai spoke quietly, “Let me answer your question first. Why did I abandon Zhan Fu’s side and come here?” He stood up, walked over, and sat at the edge of the bed, resting a hand casually on his leg before answering with a smile, “Maybe it’s because I care about you.”

Hearing his words in a daze, Wen Zhao pressed her palm hard to resist her growing embarrassment and looked up, frowning.

“What… are you saying?”

Lu Bicai’s lips curled, watching Wen Zhao, who was close to losing her senses under the drug’s influence. He reached out and easily pulled her hand, which she had been hiding inside, into his palm.

Lu Bicai’s hand was pale and delicate, with pink fingertips that looked almost feminine, much like Wen Zhao’s.

With defined knuckles and slender fingers, he pulled Wen Zhao’s sweat-drenched hand closer. Upon contact, her fingers clutched tightly like a drowning person’s, indicating that the drug was already 70 to 80% effective.

With a smile still on his lips, Lu Bicai reminisced about what he had observed earlier while hiding among the crowd.

“You two, one believing the other hates them, unable to see the truth behind it, and the other thinking they didn’t care, unaware of their true feelings, and you’re both women. It made me feel…”

His smile deepened.

“…rather entertained.”

“That’s why I chose your side.”

Lu Bicai exerted a little force, pulling the already unresisting Wen Zhao into his embrace. He felt the searing heat emanating from her body, a side effect of the aphrodisiac.

He chuckled lightly, patting her back to ease the drug’s effects temporarily while brushing aside her slightly damp hair.

At that moment, the door was suddenly kicked open, and a woman clad in red strode in.

Her appearance was handsome and refined, but her expression was as fierce as an asura’s. The corners of her eyes were crimson, and her gaze exuded a sharp, murderous aura as she approached step by step, shrouded in an icy chill.