The Foolish Wife Turned Scheming After Her Recovery - Chapter 29

Chapter 29: “Can You Kiss My Back?”

The makeup room wasn’t far from the photo studio. After the staff led the two girls inside, the makeup artists were tidying up their tools on the counter.

When the two female artists saw Lu Zhili and Yu Yao at the door, they both widened their eyes in surprise. These two were simply too stunning—and not in a generic way. Each of them had a distinct, eye-catching beauty.

The assistant quickly explained the situation to the makeup artists, then turned to Yu Yao.
“Miss Yu, these makeup artists have worked with Mr. Louis many times. You can completely trust them.”

Then the assistant instinctively planned to take Yu Yao back to the rest area, but she shook her head.

“I’ll wait here. You go ahead.”

There was no way Yu Yao would feel at ease leaving Lu Zhili here alone.

The assistant didn’t ask further and left.

Once the artists found out that the incredibly beautiful girl was today’s model, they lit up with excitement and eagerly pulled Lu Zhili over to sit in front of the mirror.

One of the artists clipped back Lu Zhili’s bangs, revealing her smooth, fair forehead, and couldn’t help but praise, “Wow, your skin is amazing! And you’re so beautiful!”

Lu Zhili smiled shyly, “Thank you. You’re very pretty too.”

Seeing she was friendly, the makeup artist casually chatted while working.
“Are you an actress? Haven’t debuted yet?”

Lu Zhili didn’t have her guard up against the artists. She shook her head.
“I’m not an actress. I’m here to help Ah Yao with her work.”

“Ah Yao? You mean Lin Yao?” The artist had just heard from the assistant that Lin Yao had been replaced for showing up late, and now frowned at the name, warning,
“Is she your friend? You’d better stay away from her. She’s already acting arrogant just from a bit of fame—she won’t last long in the industry.”

Lu Zhili blinked at herself in the mirror and replied innocently, “But I don’t even know that late person.”

The makeup artist froze.

“She’s here to help me,” Yu Yao interjected from the sofa behind them, arms crossed, a faint smile on her lips as she watched.

The artists had already caught on to how the assistant had addressed Yu Yao earlier. After an awkward laugh, they stopped talking and sped up their work.

Lu Zhili had a perfect base to work with, and since the makeup was meant to be light and transparent to match the jewelry, the whole process didn’t take long. Her hair was styled into a simple bun with two wooden hairpins stuck into it.

“Miss Lu, the outfit you need to change into is in the fitting room. You can just go in and put it on,” one of the artists said.

Lu Zhili nodded obediently and went inside.

The two artists still had to standby on set, so after greeting Yu Yao, they left.

Inside the fitting room was a long strappy dress. Unlike a regular gown, this one had both a hidden zipper and decorative laces at the back.

Lu Zhili took off her clothes and put on the light green dress. The color reminded her of the one she picked for Yu Yao before, and she was quite pleased.

But that joy didn’t last long. She soon realized the zipper in the back was way too tight. No matter how she twisted her arms to reach it, she couldn’t get it up. Without knowing the right technique, she just yanked at it—only to get one of the laces caught in the zipper. Now it was stuck no matter how hard she pulled.

Sweat broke out on her forehead. She didn’t dare wipe it off, afraid of ruining her makeup, so she pitifully called out for help.

“Ah Yao…” Lu Zhili’s voice sounded wronged. “Ah Yao, come help me.”

“What’s wrong?” Yu Yao responded quickly and walked over to the fitting room.

The moment she pushed open the door, she was greeted with the sight of Lu Zhili’s smooth, pale back—like fine jade. Her spine arched gracefully like a line of gentle hills.

Yu Yao’s breath caught. Then she quickly recovered and asked softly, “What’s wrong?”

Lu Zhili turned her head, cheeks flushed, looking utterly aggrieved. Even her nose had a sheen of sweat.
“The zipper’s stuck. I can’t pull it up.”

Yu Yao finally noticed the lace caught in the zipper. She smiled and reassured her, “Don’t worry, I’ll help you.”

She stepped in.

The fitting room was small—one person fit fine, but two made it cramped.

The scent of lime and sea salt mingled tightly in the enclosed space. As it reached Lu Zhili’s nose, it strangely calmed her anxious heart.

But Yu Yao, leaning in closer to Lu Zhili, had the opposite reaction. That familiar lime scent—so strongly “Lu Zhili”—sent her mind into a haze. She hadn’t smelled it this clearly since… the night they shared a bed.

And just like that, the memories of that night came rushing back.

Her breathing quickened.

One hand gripped the tiny zipper head, while the other tried to pull the lace free. But the zipper was too small—she couldn’t get enough grip with one hand.

After a moment of thought, Yu Yao bent down without hesitation and bit the zipper with her teeth. Her nose pressed directly against the center of Lu Zhili’s back.

“Mm—” Lu Zhili couldn’t help but let out a soft whimper. A strange, indescribable feeling surged through her. It was both familiar and foreign.

Yu Yao had only wanted to fix the problem quickly—she hadn’t expected this kind of reaction. A pink flush spread across her cheeks.

The zipper needed to go all the way down before she could free the lace. With one hand pulling from the top and one from the bottom, Yu Yao managed to smooth the fabric flat, then gave the zipper a tug with her mouth—successfully unjamming it.

She let go of the zipper and stood up, her voice a little shaky.
“Done.”
Then she pulled the zipper back up neatly.

“Ah Yao,” Lu Zhili suddenly said.

“Hm?”

“Can you kiss my back?”

Yu Yao: “…?”

“W-Why?” she stammered, utterly flustered.

“You already kissed it just now. Can you do it again? I really liked it.” That feeling was just like the one she had when she slept beside Ah Yao that night. Lu Zhili finally remembered what it was.

She was shocked that she could feel that same mix of comfort and awkwardness without sharing a bed.

Yu Yao turned bright red and quickly explained, “I didn’t kiss you. I just bit the zipper and accidentally bumped you with my nose.”

Lu Zhili nodded.
“Then can you bump me again? I like it.”

Yu Yao opened her mouth, unsure how to respond, and finally refused stiffly,
“No. We have to go out. There are so many people waiting.”

Lu Zhili pouted in disappointment, “Oh. Okay…”

Yu Yao quickly finished tying the lace at the back into a neat bow right at Lu Zhili’s waist.

“Done. Turn around, let me see.” Yu Yao was proud of her work.

Lu Zhili obediently turned, but the moment Yu Yao’s gaze landed on her chest, she froze.

…

Lu Zhili had put on the light green dress, delighted that its color resembled the one she’d picked for Yu Yao before.

Yu Yao tied the lace into a neat bow at her waist.

…

Lu Zhili… wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

Yu Yao’s face exploded into red. Her cheeks, ears, and even her neck turned scarlet. She quickly looked away, and that’s when she noticed a box of n1pple covers sitting on a nearby stool—still sealed and unopened.

Lu Zhili followed her gaze and blinked innocently.
“Oh, that thing was already there. I didn’t know what it was.”

Yu Yao sighed, “You’re supposed to wear that. Turn around.”

Lu Zhili didn’t understand, but obeyed and turned around.
“Do I need to put it on again?”

“Mm.”

“Okay.” Lu Zhili wasn’t upset—she was actually happy. She liked being close to Yu Yao, and the cramped fitting room was perfect for that.

This time, Yu Yao quickly undid the lace and unzipped the back. She slid the dress off Lu Zhili’s upper body, letting it bunch loosely at her hips.

Even someone as naïve as Lu Zhili knew she couldn’t be exposed in front of others. But then again, Yu Yao wasn’t “others,” so she blushed furiously, torn between logic and emotion.

“Ah Yao… why are you taking off my dress…” she mumbled.

Yu Yao bent down, opened the box of covers, and unwrapped them, her voice trembling a bit.
“Turn around. I’ll help you put these on.”

…

The fitting room was small—barely enough for one, very cramped for two.

The mingled scents of lime and sea salt wrapped tightly in the air. To Lu Zhili, it was calming; to Yu Yao, intoxicating.

It reminded her of the night they’d shared a bed.

…

But the next moment, a force from behind shoved her forward—straight into Lu Zhili’s embrace.

The pain she expected never came. Instead, she was met with softness—her lips, nose, and eyelids all pressed into a pillowy warmth. Her entire face was submerged.

And in that moment, along with the familiar lime scent, Yu Yao smelled something else—A faint whiff of… milk.