The Female Lead is Looking at Me Differently (GL) - Chapter 39.1

“From today onwards, won’t we return to our previous relationship, and we will no longer interfere with each other?”

Hearing Wen Zhao’s question, Fu Yu paused her action of closing the door. At that moment, her fingers tightened slightly, digging into the door frame, her fingertips turning white; but there was not a trace of a flaw in her eyes or on her face.

Fu Yu raised her eyes and looked at Wen Zhao’s face, then met her gaze. After a moment, she nodded, closing her eyes slightly, her long, thick eyelashes covering her deep eyes.

“Yes, after tomorrow, we will each return to our previous positions.” In contrast to her deep eyes, Fu Yu’s answer was gentle and clear.

Hearing Fu Yu’s affirmative, decisive, and concise answer, Wen Zhao’s eyelashes trembled. At that moment, she couldn’t say exactly what she felt. Perhaps it was a sense of calm after the dust had settled, or perhaps it was a feeling of loss, mixed with a faint sense of melancholy and sadness.

But perhaps more than anything… it was a sense of relief.

It seemed that as long as Fu Yu did not show any reluctance, she could feel more at ease and not have to feel guilty.

Wen Zhao pursed her lips, then looked away, trying to raise the corners of her lips and prevent her voice from revealing any cracks.

“Okay, that’s good,” she replied.

Standing behind her, Fu Yu watched the back of the person in front of her, her fingers tightening little by little.

Wen Zhao felt a little uncomfortable, perhaps because of what they had just made clear. So when facing Fu Yu, she felt even more at a loss, a deeper embarrassment than the first time she woke up after taking the antidote and faced Fu Yu.

Perhaps this was… the sense of dislocation that came from moving from the position of lovers, or rather, friends with benefits, back to friends.

No wonder so many couples who had turned from friends to lovers and then broke up couldn’t be friends again. It was really hard to accept.

But no matter what, today was the last day. Even if she had to force herself, she had to get through tonight. As for what would happen tomorrow, she would only have to worry about it tomorrow.

Soon, night fell.

Wen Zhao lay on the bed first, hiding under the covers, and then looked at the direction of the wall.

Of course, she couldn’t sleep, she was just thinking wildly and uneasily.

Because it was simple… today was the last day of her antidote, and Wen Zhao was worried not only about how she and Fu Yu would get along tomorrow, but naturally also about what would happen tonight.

On the 7th day, the effects of the Caihua Powder were already negligible, and she could even endure it by willpower, and at the same time, her mind would be especially clear.

Unlike the previous few days, with the help of the drug’s effects, Wen Zhao could often immerse herself in her emotions more quickly, and at the same time, she could also ignore some of her body’s sensitive reactions, and no matter what reaction she had to Fu Yu’s actions, Wen Zhao could also comfort herself and deceive herself saying that it was all because of the drug’s effects.

She herself, she herself… did not have a single bit of emotion.

But tonight…

Wen Zhao couldn’t help but bite her lip lightly.

A slight movement came from behind, making Wen Zhao’s body stiff for a moment. She knew it was Fu Yu.

Probably because she was too nervous, she would unconsciously pay too much attention to the movement behind her, such as the movement of Fu Yu lifting the covers, and the temperature when she got into bed and leaned over. These all made Wen Zhao extremely nervous.

Seeming to sense Wen Zhao’s emotions, Fu Yu did not lean over immediately. She just sat half on the bed, without making a sound.

After a while, Wen Zhao had recovered from that heart-racing emotion, but Fu Yu still didn’t make any… movement. Wen Zhao bit her lip and couldn’t help but ask softly, “What… are you doing?”

Fu Yu didn’t answer.

But she leaned over.

Feeling the temperature of another person pressing down on her, Wen Zhao’s heart quickened again, her eyelashes trembled slightly, seeming a little flustered.

Looking at the person under her, Fu Yu closed her eyes slightly, feeling only a burning sensation in her heart. She reached out, her fingertips lightly brushing Wen Zhao’s cheek, and then lowered her head to kiss her.

“Tonight, do you want it?”

Her voice was flat, but it instantly made Wen Zhao’s heart uneasy.

Wen Zhao felt like she was drunk, her cheeks suddenly turned a bright red, and she felt like she didn’t know how to place her hands or feet, her heart beating rapidly.

“I, I…”

She stammered for a while.

In fact, when Wen Zhao talked about this with the system before, she had thought that on the 7th day, which was the last day, she could basically pretend it didn’t exist. Therefore, on the 7th day, Wen Zhao didn’t really want to have anything happen with Fu Yu…

After all, they were going to “part ways” after today. If they were so intimate before parting, wouldn’t it be like…

A parting shot?

Wen Zhao originally thought she could reject Fu Yu properly. But when she was so close to Fu Yu, when she could clearly feel Fu Yu’s body and temperature, those words that she originally thought she could say very smoothly became so difficult to say smoothly.

Fu Yu looked down at her, and seeing this, she understood Wen Zhao’s attitude and her thoughts at the moment, so Fu Yu didn’t force her, but just lovingly scraped her cheek with her fingertips, her long eyelashes hiding all the emotions in her eyes, making it impossible to observe, and then she turned over and left.

Feeling the temperature on her body leaving, Wen Zhao blinked lightly. Her lips moved, but in the end she still said nothing.

As night fell, the moon hung high in the sky. Wen Zhao lay quietly in bed, with Fu Yu’s warmth behind her, while she faced the wall, her body without any excess heat.

It seemed that the effects of the Caihua Powder were indeed disappearing.

And the last day was so unexpectedly calm.

Wen Zhao didn’t know whether to thank it for being so peaceful, she probably should, because only if the Caihua Powder was peaceful could she remain calm now, not as out of control as before, and would not be even more embarrassed the next day.

But… for some reason, she herself didn’t feel as calm as she had imagined.

In fact, Wen Zhao felt a little restless, and she couldn’t sleep peacefully at all at this moment.

Because as soon as she closed her eyes and emptied her mind, she would smell a faint fragrance.

It was the scent that came from Fu Yu, a faint fragrance mixed with a hint of indescribable coolness, which would make people unconsciously associate it with a pure white crystal flower blooming in the ice and snow.

She had been smelling this scent almost all the time for several days, and it had even reached her bones. So when she smelled this cold fragrance, the image of Fu Yu would appear in her mind, her red lips, and the temperature that was initially cool but would turn hot…