The Foolish Wife Turned Scheming After Her Recovery - Chapter 33

Chapter 33: She Pressed the Other Girl’s Arm to Her Chest and Gently Rocked It

Yu Zhuojun’s phone call ruined all of Yu Yao’s good mood. Even though she hung up the moment she saw the caller ID, it was already too late.

“Who was that? Why didn’t you pick up?” Lu Zhili didn’t see the caller ID and asked casually.

Yu Yao forced a smile. “Nothing. Just a scam call.”

But as soon as the words left her mouth, the same number called again.

Lu Zhili frowned. “What kind of scam call is this? So annoying!” She leaned over to look.

When she saw the name, she didn’t react at first, but when she remembered Yu Yao’s surname, she immediately figured out who it was.

“This isn’t a scam, is it? Is that your dad?”

Yu Yao’s expression turned cold, her eyes staring at the screen like a knife.

She only responded after letting the phone ring until it stopped: “Yeah… that’s my… dad.”

The word “dad” came out like it had been forced through gritted teeth, and Lu Zhili could clearly sense that Yu Yao felt differently about this person.

Lu Zhili looked at Yu Yao. Even though she didn’t know why Yu Yao refused to answer her father’s call, she would always stand by Yu Yao’s side.

“Yao, don’t be upset. If you don’t want to talk to him, we can just block his number.”

Hearing this, Yu Yao turned to look at her. The undisguised affection and tolerance in her eyes made it hard not to be moved.

Lu Zhili always had a way of cheering her up.

Yu Yao gently smiled and brushed a fallen leaf off Lu Zhili’s hair. They were so close that their skin was almost touching.

“What should I do, Zhili? I really want to kiss you.”

Lu Zhili’s face turned red instantly. She shyly covered her burning cheeks.

“Aiya, Yao… why are you suddenly saying this?” Her cheeks were red, but her eyes sparkled without a trace of shyness.

The phone rang again. This time, Yu Yao calmly hung up and turned off the phone completely.

“Let’s go back,” Yu Yao said, linking her arm with Lu Zhili’s. She leaned close to her ear and whispered something, pressing Lu Zhili’s arm gently to her chest and giving it a little shake.

Lu Zhili instantly stood up. If Yu Yao hadn’t been holding her, she probably would’ve clumsily stumbled all the way back.

Yu Yao smiled innocently. She didn’t say anything outrageous—just one simple sentence:

“I’ll let you eat when we get back. Okay?”

As for what “eat” meant or where it would happen, well, that was entirely up to Lu Zhili’s own interpretation.

They walked all the way back to the hotel hand in hand. As soon as they entered the room, Lu Zhili kissed Yu Yao and pinned her against the door.

A fierce, entangled kiss.

Lu Zhili had learned quickly. After practicing all afternoon, she was now skillful enough to explore every corner of Yu Yao’s mouth like a seasoned conqueror.

She was like a little puppy that never knew fullness—just opened her mouth and devoured until her belly was full and her owner had to pull her away.

Yu Yao pushed her back slightly with both hands on her shoulders, a silver thread of saliva connecting them.

It was probably their most intense kiss yet. Lu Zhili was panting heavily, her head buried in Yu Yao’s neck, unwilling to let go.

Before long, her mouth began to act up again, gently nipping the skin at Yu Yao’s neck, grinding and teasing like she wanted to savor every bit and devour her whole.
(*Editor’s note: Scene remains strictly above the neck.)

Yu Yao tilted her head back high, offering a wide-open canvas for Lu Zhili to work on. Her left hand pressed firmly against the back of Lu Zhili’s head, pulling her closer.

Meanwhile, her right hand slid down Lu Zhili’s shoulder, fingers hooking around her wrist, guiding her hand downward to her chest.

Even through layers of fabric, Lu Zhili could clearly feel the warmth and softness beneath her palm.

It was like kneading dough—once she grabbed it, she couldn’t stop.

The sensation under her hand was clearly more tempting than the bit of skin in her mouth.

Lu Zhili tried to move her lips down, but Yu Yao kept her tightly pressed against her neck.

“Mm?” Lu Zhili hummed in confusion while sucking gently on Yu Yao’s neck.

Yu Yao’s breathing grew increasingly rapid, her waist involuntarily shifting. She opened her mouth but held back any sound, only after a moment did she whisper, “Go… go to the bedroom…”

Lu Zhili obediently picked her up. When she adjusted Yu Yao’s position to straddle her waist, she clearly heard a short, delicate moan.

“Ah…”

Lu Zhili swallowed hard, suddenly salivating. Her skin beneath her clothes felt like it was heating up.

She carried Yu Yao toward the room but halfway there, Yu Yao panted against her shoulder and requested, “Go to my room…”

This suite had two bedrooms. Yu Yao stayed in the master, Lu Zhili in the guest. There wasn’t much difference between the rooms—except for a few specific… useful items that only the master had.

Lu Zhili gently placed Yu Yao on the bed. Only now did she have the chance to fully see Yu Yao’s flushed, seductive expression under the soft bedside light.

Beads of sweat covered Yu Yao’s forehead. Her red hair clung to her cheek, and paired with her expression—she was practically dripping with allure.

Her simple T-shirt had been pulled down to reveal one smooth shoulder, with even her bra strap slipping off.

Lu Zhili originally intended to climb into bed and cuddle her, but just as she was about to move, Yu Yao hooked her waist tightly, refusing to let go.

“Zhili…” Yu Yao half-lay on the pillow, arms around Lu Zhili’s waist, her fingers gripping the hem of her shirt, “Don’t go.”

Lu Zhili had never experienced such a demonic sight—her knees gave out, and she dropped to the bed.

In the next second, she crawled over and once again captured Yu Yao’s lips.

Clothes were shed one by one until only the barest layers remained.

Yu Yao’s desire still burned hot. But Lu Zhili, being inexperienced, left her no choice but to flip over and take the lead.

…

Yu Yao bit her lip, overwhelmed, eyes shut tightly—but she still said:

“Keep going…”

Lu Zhili froze. “What?”

Yu Yao took a deep breath, guiding Lu Zhili’s hand back to where it had been before.

Lu Zhili instinctively moved her fingers, and Yu Yao moaned again—but this time, there was a hint of pleasure in her voice.

Yao liked what she was doing.

Realizing that, Lu Zhili’s fingers began to move on their own, sliding over the fabric.

The scent of sea salt and lime mingled in the air until the two melted together completely.

…

The clock hands crept forward. In the darkness, Yu Yao opened her eyes. Traces of desire still lingered in her brows.

She pulled off the covers and stepped out of bed, grabbed her discarded robe, and draped it over herself. Her entire body radiated satisfaction.

She walked to the living room with her phone in hand, cracked open the window, and a chill wind blew in. She instinctively tightened the robe around herself.

After restarting the phone, she was quickly greeted with a flood of missed call notifications and a threatening text from Yu Zhuojun after he couldn’t reach her:

“Yu Yao, transfer me another 100,000 by tomorrow. If you don’t, think about your sister. She’s about to take her college entrance exams. You wouldn’t want to ruin her life, would you?”

Yu Yao read it calmly, then deleted it. She added his number to the blocked list.

Zhili was right—if she didn’t like it, just block it.

Once done, she composed herself and scrolled through her contacts until she found an international number.

Moments later, she dialed it—

“Hello, senior. It’s me, Yu Yao.”