The wife insists on being my top (GL) - Chapter 2

This question troubled the cannon fodder all night, leading to a poor sleep and a morning filled with yawns.

In this story’s setting, she is a President, so she has to go to the company soon.

The thought made her depressed. She finally transmigrated into a wealthy person, but she had no time to enjoy it.

The door of the walk-in closet was pushed open.

The female lead poked her head in from outside, “Are you done changing?”

At this moment, the cannon fodder was sitting on a stool, tilting her head and dozing off, with her dress only half on.

The cannon fodder woke up with a start. She wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth and stood up, “Almost done.”

In front of her was a mirror. In it, she was wearing a wine-red soft satin dress, but the zipper wasn’t pulled up, and her back felt chilly.

She quickly reached behind her, but the mirror reflected the female lead approaching her.

After a moment, the female lead stopped behind her.

She brushed the cannon fodder’s loose black hair to her shoulders, then pinched the zipper pull and slowly pulled it up.

The cannon fodder stared at her blankly. The female lead’s gaze seemed to be merely lowered, but also seemed to linger on her bare back.

Due to her character setting, most of the cannon fodder’s clothes were dark, and her daily work attire was a black women’s suit. The female lead was the opposite.

Her character was a pure and seductive wife, and although she was the bottom, she wasn’t shorter than the cannon fodder. Perhaps because the cannon fodder was just a cannon fodder, her face was okay, but compared to the female lead, her hardware was far inferior.

Therefore, at this moment, the female lead standing behind her, seen from the mirror, was actually a few centimeters taller than her, the top. After pulling the zipper to the top, the female lead’s gaze slowly moved up from her back, and when her eyes met hers through the mirror, her gaze was even more from top to bottom.

She looked at herself, her eyes filled with a smile, “The dress is very beautiful.”

“You too.”

There was an evening banquet to attend, so she was wearing a dress now for convenience, thinking of going directly after work.

She looked at the female lead, who was also wearing a dress, but in a light color.

Although it was beautiful, it was too low-key. The original description of this dress was: “A plain dress without any decoration was worn with the style of haute couture by a beautiful woman.”

The reason the cannon fodder was impressed by this passage was that the female lead met the second female lead for the first time wearing this dress.

Which was tonight’s banquet.

At the banquet, the second female lead would fall in love with her at first sight, and she would see through the other person’s love at first sight and simply give her wife away.

Tonight was an important moment. If everything went smoothly, she wouldn’t have to worry anymore in the future.

However, however, however!

She stared wide-eyed at the female lead’s hand.

The female lead’s hand was around her neck.

They were very close.

Their lower abdomens were pressed together.

A cold object circled her neck and hung between her collarbones.

It was a necklace. Just now, in the moment of distraction, the female lead looked at her neck and said it seemed to be missing something, so she picked a necklace from the drawer and put it on her.

She nervously held her breath, and her lower abdomen slightly fluctuated, conveying a subtle sensation to the female lead in front of her.

The female lead smiled.

After fastening the necklace’s clasp, the female lead’s hand didn’t leave immediately, but slid her fingers along the chain mark to her shoulder and neck, clinging to the thin undulations there, slowly applying force, turning her body to face the mirror.

“How is it? Does it suit you?” the female lead said.

It was a delicate and small clavicle chain.

The female lead’s warm fingers touched the sensitive skin of her neck.

“Ah, yes, thank you…” She brushed away the female lead’s hand, trying to distance herself as naturally as possible, “What about you, won’t you wear one?”

She smiled and shook her head, said she would wait for her outside, and turned to leave.

The cannon fodder covered her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

She didn’t know if it was her imagination, but she always felt that the female lead was trying to seduce her.

Although the female lead was always gentle and docile before, the feeling was different.

It was indescribable, but very subtle.

Those subtle things flowed out from her eyes and gestures, targeting herself.

But was that really possible?

She wasn’t her official partner. According to the setting, how could the female lead seduce her?

Or was it really just an illusion?

That’s right, it should be an illusion. Because she was a cannon fodder, she would always confidently think that the female lead liked her, which was also part of the character setting.

She nodded and followed her out of the changing room.