The Female Lead is Looking at Me Differently (GL) - Chapter 33.1
Wen Zhao had started mentally preparing herself, as promised.
The system started to panic a little.
[I think, maybe we should just forget it. Look at your health, you haven’t inherited much of the female supporting character’s cultivation, so in a way, you’re just a mortal. If you really want to soak in cold water all night, then you…]
Actually, the system didn’t need to say it, Wen Zhao herself was also scared. After all, it was deep autumn now, and although her body had some cultivation, because Wen Zhao couldn’t perfectly inherit it, in a certain sense, she was still a mortal who was afraid of the cold.
If I really soak in cold water all night, my body might break down. So Wen Zhao wasn’t stupid.
Her plan was to stay by the bathtub, holding a blanket and clean clothes, waiting for the drug to take effect. That way, even if she suddenly experienced the drug’s effects, she could resolve it in the shortest amount of time. And once her mind cleared, she could come out immediately and wrap herself in a blanket; this would protect her body as much as possible.
So Wen Zhao started looking for a blanket.
Seeing that it couldn’t persuade her, the system gave up. It just made a final statement, or rather, a suggestion.
[The Caihua Powder says that it can’t be cured without human relief, but it didn’t say which kind of human relief. Fu Yu helping you is helping, and helping yourself is also helping.]
After saying this, it disappeared.
Wen Zhao was left alone, stiff in place, slowly digesting this.
A few breaths later, her face turned red.
…What the hell!
Are you even a proper system?
Of course, Wen Zhao understood what the system meant. Honestly, she hadn’t thought of this before because she was too caught up in the situation. But even if she had thought of it, Wen Zhao… Wen Zhao couldn’t do it.
First of all, at the beginning, once the drug took effect, she would be so burned up that she would lose all reason, her mind would only have one thought, and that was to find a “ice cube” to hold, and she couldn’t control her actions at all.
And even if she could control it, she, she was still a little…
If she was the only one in the room, then she… she would just try it, but Fu Yu was also in this room, and Wen Zhao couldn’t do it no matter what. This was too far beyond her moral limits.
Soaking in cold water was still safer and more reliable.
Wen Zhao leaned against the bathtub, like a weasel guarding a melon patch.
Perhaps because she had this as a backup, Wen Zhao was no longer so afraid of seeing Fu Yu.
In her impression, Fu Yu was a very proud person with a strong sense of self-esteem. If Wen Zhao rejected her, then she would definitely not force herself on her. So, in a way, as long as Wen Zhao was firm enough, it would be fine.
Soon, it was time to go to sleep.
The door opened, and Fu Yu also walked in.
Even though she was mentally prepared, Wen Zhao still couldn’t help but stiffen when she heard the door open. She bit her lip, and the scenes of their nightly entanglement flashed through her mind, as well as today… Fu Yu kissing her.
Calm down.
Wen Zhao took a deep breath and resisted looking at Fu Yu.
She had a way to deal with it tonight, and she would definitely not repeat the same mistake.
After entering the room, Fu Yu saw Wen Zhao’s situation. Her eyes glanced at the surface of the water that had no heat, and she understood.
She covered the emotions in her eyes and said nothing, but simply walked over and sat down at the table.
Wen Zhao looked at Fu Yu’s back, and seeing that the other person was not going to sleep, she suddenly had a subtle feeling… It was as if Fu Yu was waiting for her.
Waiting for her to break down, waiting for her to fail, waiting for her to beg her for help…
But Wen Zhao had already prepared to break the pot and sink the boat, so she would definitely not make the same mistake again.
As time passed, it soon became late at night.
Then, Wen Zhao began to feel some changes in her body. The tiny spark gradually grew larger, burning towards her limbs.
Her fingers gripped the edge of the wooden tub, her head slightly lowered, and her breathing quickened.
She had to hurry… otherwise, she would lose her mind again and throw herself at Fu Yu.
Wen Zhao’s fingers trembled slightly as she slowly untied her clothes.
Hearing the noise from behind, Fu Yu didn’t move, but her grip on the cup stopped, and she closed her eyes.
Because of closing her eyes, her hearing became even clearer.
She could clearly hear Wen Zhao’s suppressed panting, which was in stark contrast to the cold temperature, the sound of her fingers undoing her clothes, and the sound of the clothes sliding to the ground.
Then came the sound of entering the water.
Needless to say, the water on a deep autumn night would be extremely cold. Therefore, as soon as she got into the water, Wen Zhao shivered and was instantly sobered up.
The exposed skin on her body quickly developed goosebumps, her body began to tremble from the cold, and her lips and face turned pale.
If you were to ask Wen Zhao how she felt at this moment, it would be two words: so cold.
She didn’t even have time to feel regret.
The system couldn’t bear it and said again, [Why don’t you let Fu Yu help you? I won’t deduct your points this time, or you can do it yourself, don’t worry about your face anymore.]
However, Wen Zhao just trembled constantly, ignoring it.
Wait a little longer, and when the situation stabilizes, she can go out.
However, the fire burned faster than the ice water cooled.
Soon, Wen Zhao felt that even though she was in cold water, her body began to heat up, and she even had the illusion that she was soaking in hot water.
Wen Zhao leaned against the wall of the tub, tilting her head slightly, her voice uncomfortable.
She curled up her legs and couldn’t help but swing them around inside, her fingertips tapping on the wooden tub, making an unbearable sound.
It felt so bad, so bad…
Wen Zhao bit her lip, her eyes were bloodshot, and there was a watery gleam in her eyes, looking alluring.
And Fu Yu sat in front without moving, but her fingers gradually tightened, and soon, the porcelain cup was shattered by her.
Fu Yu lowered her eyes and slowly pushed aside the shards in her hand, her lips tightly pressed together.
Wen Zhao couldn’t bear it anymore and started to slap the water. But the slightly itchy feeling brought by the rippling water against her skin made her even more uncomfortable.
Finally, she couldn’t help but cry softly.
With the last bit of her remaining rationality, Wen Zhao reached her hand…
If she didn’t do it herself, she was afraid that she would eventually turn to Fu Yu again.
No.
••••
Fu Yu slowly stood up, lifted the curtain, and walked over. She stood there, eyes lowered, looking at Wen Zhao sitting in the bathtub with red-rimmed eyes, crying pitifully. She took a step forward, placing her hand on the edge, saying nothing, simply gazing at her.
Sensing someone approaching, Wen Zhao raised her eyes to look over, her gaze brimming with a vulnerable emotion that tugged at the heart.
At this moment, her reason was somewhat lost, so when she saw Fu Yu approaching, she leaned toward her, looking up at her from within the water like a mermaid from the sea, enchanting and captivating.
Wen Zhao lifted herself up slightly and leaned closer to Fu Yu.
Fu Yu reached out and touched her cheek. Even though she was soaked in cold water, at that moment, her temperature was higher than Fu Yu’s.
Wen Zhao hurriedly held Fuyu’s hand on her face, a hopeful expression in her eyes.
But Fu Yu acted as though she didn’t see it. She didn’t immediately comply with Wen Zhao’s wishes, instead pinching her sharp chin and asking her, “By yourself, was it enjoyable?”
Wen Zhao’s eyes shimmered with tears as she shook her head.
She shook Fu Yu’s hand, “It’s uncomfortable, I need my sister’s help…”
Fu Yu’s gaze darkened.
Wen Zhao raised herself further, nearly standing. She wrapped both hands around Fu Yu’s waist, a clinging and seductive motion.
“I need Sister Fu Yu’s help…”
Fu Yu paused, her eyelashes quivering lightly. Then, she lifted Wen Zhao up.
Due to the movement, some water splashed onto the floor, and similarly, Fu Yu’s body was stained with splatters of water, darkening patches of her clothing.
Yet she didn’t care and carried Wen Zhao in her arms, step by step, to the bedside.