The Female Lead is Looking at Me Differently (GL) - Chapter 48.2

Wen Zhao looked back calmly, but the fingers behind her back were tightly clutching her palm.

Wen Zhao felt like she had split into two personalities, two states. One was constantly afraid and nervous, hesitating to retreat, while the other stood firmly in place, stripping away all her emotions and becoming a calm personality with only reason.

At this moment, that calm personality said calmly, “Of course, now you’ve been poisoned, and you’ll naturally have some wrong emotional dependencies. I can understand that, but I just hope you don’t misunderstand my actions; the root of all my actions is simply because you once helped me, and we are companions, so I did this, and nothing more, in fact—”

Wen Zhao paused, her eyes avoiding Fu Yu’s without any hesitation. She slowed her tone, enduring the unbearable discomfort and sour pain in her heart, and said word by word, “I never liked you, I even…”

She bit her tongue, suppressing her trembling, “I hate your touch. Is that clear enough?”

At the same time, however, Wen Zhao’s heart was frantically denying it.

No, it’s not, she didn’t hate Fu Yu’s touch at all, she… liked it, she liked it very much, she even wanted to be with Fu Yu all the time and do everything she loved to do with her.

But Wen Zhao knew she had to hold it in, these were things that couldn’t be shown.

Wen Zhao also knew that what she was doing now was like those parents who used the excuse “I’m doing this for your own good.” Only now she had become Fu Yu’s “parent,” perhaps Fu Yu didn’t need this, what she might want was just Wen Zhao’s honesty.

But… Wen Zhao couldn’t do it.

She couldn’t even tell Fu Yu.

And it was precisely because of this that Wen Zhao resolutely embarked on that path alone, even if in the future, even if she knew the truth, Fu Yu wouldn’t forgive her.

But as long as it didn’t cause too much harm in the end, it would be enough for Wen Zhao.

Hearing Wen Zhao’s unequivocal answer, Fu Yu stopped in place. Her eyes widened slightly, and her fingers unconsciously clenched.

Fu Yu stared straight at Wen Zhao, and a hint of helpless bewilderment appeared in the depths of her inky black eyes.

Perhaps Fu Yu had never imagined that she would get such an answer from Wen Zhao. An answer that will shattered her heart…

Fu Yu’s eyelashes trembled slightly, her pupils contracted, and she stared fixedly at Wen Zhao, then asked again as if in disbelief.

“My touch, makes you feel disgusted… is that so?”

Her eyes moved slightly, her lips were pale, and the center of her eyebrows were furrowed together, with an incomprehension and innocence that seemed unable to be confirmed.

“Every time we were intimate, did you feel disgusted afterwards? Is that so?”

Wen Zhao’s breathing stopped abruptly, she almost couldn’t help but want to run away, but in the end, she just stood there like a tree rooted to the ground, without moving.

Wen Zhao’s mind was numb and blank. She seemed to have turned into a robot, and she could only hear herself involuntarily uttering a word, “Yes.”

And this answer, it was as if it had drained all her strength, making her fingers tremble.

Fu Yu stared at her intently, trying to see something in her eyes, but in the end, all she saw was a void that shut her out.

Fu Yu curled her lips into a smile, but her eyes were filled with coldness.

She got out of bed and walked step by step towards Wen Zhao, then reached out and grabbed Wen Zhao’s collar, pulling her in front of her.

“Say it again.”

Wen Zhao met her gaze, her eyes unwavering, and she said, “I don’t like you.”

Fu Yu said, “I want you to say the next sentence.”

Wen Zhao’s eyelashes fluttered. She took a deep breath and looked at Fu Yu, controlling her emotions. “Every time you touch me, I… hate it.”

Fu Yu tightened her grip on her collar, her knuckles turning pale.

Then, the person in front of her suddenly exerted force, pulling Wen Zhao over.

Wen Zhao closed her eyes, hardened her heart, turned her head and pushed Fu Yu away.

She took a few steps back, her chest heaving as she breathed deeply. “Aren’t you done yet, Fu Yu? Isn’t it better to leave each other with a little bit of dignity? How many times do I have to say that I don’t like this, and please don’t do this anymore. Let’s just part as friends.”

After being pushed away, Fu Yu still lowered her head.

After a few breaths, she slowly retracted her still outstretched palm.

“Ha…”

Fu Yu chuckled softly, then she slowly raised her head, revealing her face and those dark, obscure eyes, filled with thick, overwhelming emotions that were daunting to look at.

There was a crimson redness under Fu Yu’s lower eyelids, as if she was trying hard to endure something. But despite this, her voice to Wen Zhao was still soft.

“Part as friends, is that it?” She chewed on the words slowly, then a hint of sarcastic laughter appeared in her eyes, as if she despised the words.

“So all along, this has been your truest thought, hasn’t it? I’ve cared about you for so long, and we’ve been… so close for so long, and in the end, there’s only one phrase ‘part as friends’, is that so?”

Fu Yu straightened up and slowly backed away. The redness at the corners of her eyes became more obvious, but her lips became paler.

Fu Yu curled her lips into a sneer.

“Okay, I see. It’s me… who’s been too clingy, and that makes you disgusted. So it’s my fault.” Fu Yu’s breathing became unsteady, but she still stood there, breathing slowly, even though her face was pale and her fingers were trembling.

Fu Yu paused slightly, as if expecting or waiting for Wen Zhao to say something, but Wen Zhao had already turned her head and was no longer looking at her.

But only Wen Zhao herself knew that she didn’t dare. She could only stand there, pinching her palm tightly, to force herself to maintain her current state. Otherwise, she was afraid that once she looked back, everything would be in vain.

Seeing that Wen Zhao wouldn’t say anything else and even seemed impatient and no longer looked over, the last trace of emotion in Fu Yu’s eyes dissipated, leaving only a mysterious obscurity.

Her heart was filled with a hundred different emotions, and in the end, they turned into a thorny obsession that wrapped around her heart, causing pain with every inch it moved.

“I’ll go find Lu Bicai for the antidote. Regardless, thank you very much for your help yesterday, Miss Wen Zhao. From now on, I will never bother you again.”

She stared at Wen Zhao, her eyes bloodshot, and she said every word slowly.

After hearing her last word, Wen Zhao trembled her eyelashes slightly, lowered her eyes, and then, controlling her emotions, she said “Okay” and stepped back, turning to leave.

Watching that figure turn around and leave without any hesitation, Fu Yu’s heart was agitated. She clenched her fingers tightly, and at some point, she had bitten her lip, leaving a trace of red bl00d that stained her originally pale lips.

Fu Yu’s eyes and corners of her eyes were red, as if she was trying hard to control her emotions. There was a bright gleam of water in her eyes that she was constantly suppressing.

After a moment, Fu Yu’s throat moved, and finally, she couldn’t help but cough up a mouthful of bl00d.

Then, as if breaking some kind of deadlock or barrier, Fu Yu’s chest heaved, and the red color in her eyes became even darker.

Inside her body, which no one could see, the pollen of the Heart Demon Flower that Fu Yu had previously inhaled was slowly flowing along her bl00d, penetrating deep into her body.

Because she had been poisoned by the icy poison before, the Heart Demon pollen, which should have been expelled long ago, was frozen in her body and unable to move. With the icy poison gone, the Heart Demon pollen resumed its work.

However, just now, Fu Yu’s emotions had fluctuated too much, causing the Heart Demon pollen to firmly attach itself to her bl00d, flowing slowly and penetrating into her bl00d vessels.

A hint of red and black belonging to the Heart Demon appeared in Fu Yu’s eyes. She frowned, squatted down and rested for a moment, and then the restless aura of the Heart Demon finally hid again.

Fu Yu reached out and wiped the corner of her lips, looking at the crimson residue on her fingers, she curled her lips expressionlessly, but her eyes were filled with cold and dark stubbornness.

T/N: Okay… do we need to thank Wen Zhao? Because of her, Fu Yu’s gone dark….