The Female Lead is Looking at Me Differently (GL) - Chapter 35.1
Although they had been intimate many times before, this was the first time they had seen each other after waking up. So Wen Zhao still felt a little uncomfortable and shy.
Feeling Fu Yu’s fingers gently sliding down her cheek, Wen Zhao lowered her eyes, a little shy, her eyelashes fluttering.
Then, Fu Yu’s hand stopped at her forehead, her back of hand against her skin, as if sensing her temperature. After a moment, Fu Yu said, “You have a fever.”
Wen Zhao opened her eyes and felt a little puzzled, and then she indeed noticed some discomfort in her body. For example, her brain was foggy and her nose was stuffy.
She propped herself up on her arm and tried to sit up, but as soon as she moved, she felt as if there was a bowling ball in her brain, bouncing around wildly with her movement.
Wen Zhao instinctively pressed her hand against her head to try to reduce the dizziness.
Seeing her sit up, Fu Yu sat up as well. Then, she leaned closer, pulled the blanket over Wen Zhao, so she wouldn’t catch a cold again.
Wen Zhao pursed her lips and thanked her softly.
However, as soon as she looked up, she saw the marks she had left on Fu Yu.
The clear red scratches on the snowy skin were like being scratched by nails, leaving red and swollen marks, which were particularly eye-catching.
Clearly, the marks on her own body were more numerous and more “horrible.” Compared to that, these on Fu Yu were just “small potatoes,” but seeing this scene, Wen Zhao couldn’t help but blush.
She bit her lip and looked away.
Fu Yu didn’t pay attention to Wen Zhao’s avoidance and discomfort, or rather, she didn’t care about the marks Wen Zhao had left on her body at all. She simply put on her clothes and said to Wen Zhao, “I’ll go get you some medicine, you rest well.”
Wen Zhao touched her forehead, “I don’t think it’s serious…”
However, Fu Yu didn’t think so. She quickly washed up and told Wen Zhao, “I’ll be right back.”
Soon, only Wen Zhao was left in the room.
After Wen Zhao got up and washed up, she also tidied up the bed. While tidying the bed, seeing the messy bedding, the memory of last night came back to her mind.
Intertwined fingers, scattered hair, and an ambiguous atmosphere…
Thinking about it, Wen Zhao felt her waist and legs become even softer.
She squatted by the bed, covered her face with her hands, and couldn’t help but knock on the bed.
She didn’t know why, but it seemed like she couldn’t help but… recall the night’s entanglement with Fu Yu.
It made her blush and her mouth dry.
The system inserted a sentence quietly at this time, [You’ve become a little pervert.]
Wen Zhao blushed and retorted, [You’re talking nonsense.]
The system didn’t continue to argue, after all, the facts spoke for themselves at this moment.
Wen Zhao’s ears turned red, she covered her cheek that hadn’t completely cooled down, and resentfully continued to refute the system. It was completely nonsense, making things up. She, she didn’t become very…
Although she thought so in her heart, the images that flashed in her mind from time to time were not something Wen Zhao could stop.
Those entangled, passionate, intimate touches that made her heart race.
Every time she thought back on them, Wen Zhao felt like the effects of the caihu powder were about to kick in again.
••••
When Fu Yu returned, she not only brought over some food but also a bowl of already-prepared medicine. Seeing the dark, murky liquid, Wen Zhao’s expression immediately soured.
This was different from modern times where a simple pill could solve an illness. Even black powdered medicine often had a hint of sweetness. But traditional Chinese medicine…
It was truly the devil!
Even from this distance, Wen Zhao could smell the strange, bitter scent.
She wrinkled her nose, covered it with her hand, and scooted back on the bed, “I don’t want to drink it. Take it away.”
Fu Yu ignored her. She placed a wooden box on the table, then picked up the medicine bowl and walked closer, approaching Wen Zhao step by step.
Wen Zhao exclaimed in fear, “Fu Yu, Fu Yu! Wait.” Terrified, she climbed onto the bed.
Fu Yu stopped in her tracks. She stood a short distance away, looking at Wen Zhao. Seeing the other person’s flustered look, as if she was a rabbit scurrying about to avoid a collision with a tree, the corners of her lips twitched slightly, and a hint of amusement flashed in her eyes; but soon, her ink-black eyes looked over, deep and unsettling, making Wen Zhao’s heart race.
Wen Zhao almost wanted to avoid her gaze.
“I… I just think it’s too bitter…” Wen Zhao couldn’t help but say in a small voice. She looked up at Fu Yu, her eyes slightly watery, her expression full of hope, wishing Fu Yu would indulge her this once.
However, Fu Yu walked closer, sat down on the bed, and before Wen Zhao could react, she grabbed her wrist.
Her grip was neither too tight nor too loose, making Wen Zhao’s heart skip a beat.
“You’ll only get better if you drink the medicine.”
Wen Zhao stubbornly retorted, “Actually, I think I’ll be fine without it.”
Fu Yu said, “It’s not bitter. Have a taste.”
Wen Zhao said, “…Are you trying to fool a child?”
Fu Yu couldn’t help but laugh.
Her eyes revealed a hint of a smile, like starlight shining in, bright and clear. She looked at Wen Zhao, her eyes gentle and tender, as if she had shed her cold exterior, revealing her inner softness; her eyes held countless stars, and at this moment, those stars were only for Wen Zhao.
“I’m not lying to you,” she said.
Wen Zhao stared blankly into her eyes, momentarily forgetting to respond.
It felt like… this was the first time she had seen Fu Yu smile so directly and closely.
It was as if the dark shell had cracked open, revealing a silver, dazzling light from the cracks, shedding the gloom and revealing a bright and gorgeous appearance, moving one’s heart.
After a brief moment of astonishment, Wen Zhao came to her senses. Although Fu Yu’s gentle smile moved her, this medicine…
Wen Zhao pinched her fingers and mumbled, “Is it really not bitter?”
“Really,” Fu Yu said, “If you don’t believe me, try it.”
Wen Zhao looked up at her doubtfully. Although the words sounded completely false, after all, she had smelled the taste, but since Fu Yu said so… Wen Zhao closed her eyes and then pulled the medicine bowl closer, taking a small sip, and immediately the bitter taste spread through her mouth.
Her face contorted in bitterness.
“You’re lying…” Wen Zhao covered her mouth and whined.
Fu Yu smiled slightly, then lowered her head and drank a mouthful of medicine from the bowl. Then, to Wen Zhao’s surprise, she leaned in and kissed Wen Zhao’s lips.
T/N: Ah~ here I am again, smiling like a fool at others’ relationships.