When the Female Lead Becomes Obsessive – Chapter 125

Volume Six: The Years I Wasn’t Human

Don’t Go Near Men

Naked, sleeping naked?

Sang Er looked at the large bed in the room. It was more than enough for two people. They could lie flat on their backs on it, they could lie on their sides on it, they could also… roll around on it.

Roll around?

Why did she suddenly think of rolling around?!

Two women, naked… what is there to roll around about?

Sang Er shook her head, clearing it of those messy thoughts, and then tidied up the room a bit.

The sunset’s afterglow was beautiful. Sang Er rested her hands on the balcony railing, took a cigarette from her pocket, and began to smoke, admiring the evening glow that filled the sky.

It was a rare day of good weather, and she was in a rare good mood.

This was the last cigarette Wen Nuan had given her. In the past, whenever she missed her, she would smoke one. But Wen Nuan had left her too few, and she missed her far too many times.

The cigarette held in her mouth was deftly taken by a hand and then placed between that person’s lips, which were as vibrant as peach blossoms.

Sang Er watched as Wen Nuan took a deep drag of the cigarette and slowly exhaled. The lingering smoke made her flawless face seem even more transcendent and ethereal¹.

Her hair was not yet dry. Droplets of water fell from the strands. A patch on her shoulder was damp, while other drops slid into her collar and disappeared, yet left a trace on her exposed collarbone.

Sang Er suddenly felt a little thirsty.

“Is this the cigarette I gave you?” Wen Nuan recognized from the first puff that this was the special cigarette she had given Sang Er.

Her gaze swept over Wen Nuan’s collarbone. Sang Er lowered her eyes. “Yes.”

“How many are left?”

Sang Er looked at the cigarette on Wen Nuan’s lips. “The last one.”

She hadn’t even taken a few puffs.

“I gave you ten. Four months have passed, and you’ve only just finished them?” Wen Nuan asked, surprised.

“I couldn’t bear to finish them.”

Wen Nuan paused, then asked deliberately, “Why?”

Sang Er was very straightforward. If she had something to say, she would say it directly, such as the fact that she missed her.

“This is something you gave me, the only thing I have connected to you. I couldn’t bear to finish it.”

Once this cigarette was finished, it would truly be gone.

To be able to reminisce about Wen Nuan, she had even kept the nine cigarette butts she had finished before, storing them in a sealed bag. When she missed her terribly, she would take them out to look at them.

Wen Nuan left a puff for Sang Er and passed it over. “Smoke it. I’m back now.”

Sang Er didn’t take it. She lowered her head and, with the cigarette still in Wen Nuan’s hand, took the last drag. Her words drifted out with the smoke. “…Alright.”

She looked at Wen Nuan’s still-damp hair. “Shall I dry your hair for you?”

Wen Nuan nodded. “Okay.”

Sang Er moved a stool to the balcony so Wen Nuan could admire the evening glow. She stood behind her, drying her hair.

Her palms were scorching hot as she combed through Wen Nuan’s hair again and again.

Wen Nuan felt her head enveloped by a warm current of air. It wasn’t scalding or burning; the temperature was very comfortable, making her feel a little drowsy.

As Sang Er was drying Wen Nuan’s hair, she felt a weight against her lower abdomen.

Her hand paused. She looked down to see Wen Nuan leaning against her lower abdomen, eyes closed. Her long eyelashes were curled up, like the fluttering wings of a butterfly in the mountains—very beautiful and full of life.

Sang Er continued to dry her hair, but her movements became gentler. She was afraid of startling the butterfly that had chanced to land on her.

Wen Nuan was made very comfortable by Sang Er. Her fingers were a bit rough compared to her own, with calluses on the pads, but they had a different kind of feel when they touched her.

Like a hard-shelled, cream-filled candy. The shell wasn’t too hard; with a light bite, the sweet syrup inside would flow out.

Her fingertips brushed past her earlobe, her nape. When a strand of hair stuck to her cheek, those slightly trembling fingertips would gently slide across her face, making her heart itch.

Wen Nuan closed her eyes, turned around, and buried her face in Sang Er’s firm abdomen, wrapping her arms around her waist and taking a deep breath.

For some reason, she smelled the same scent on Sang Er as she did on herself, as if the two of them had already merged together.

Sang Er was completely stunned by Wen Nuan’s action of burying her head, especially when she then hugged her waist tightly, pressing them so close together.

Her heartbeat was fierce, so loud that she could hear it, which meant Wen Nuan, in her arms, could hear it too.

Surprisingly, Sang Er felt a little embarrassed.

She lowered her head and saw that Wen Nuan’s eyes were still closed. She thought she might have fallen asleep, and that her previous position was uncomfortable, which was why she had shifted.

Sang Er quietly took a few breaths. There were only a few damp strands of Wen Nuan’s hair left. She quickened her movements but didn’t dare to move her body, slowly relaxing her tensed abdomen, afraid of making Wen Nuan uncomfortable.

Her firm six-pack abs had better not press uncomfortably against Wen Nuan’s soft and delicate little face, right?!

Wen Nuan’s hair was now dry. Sang Er retracted her special ability, slowly adjusted her posture, looped Wen Nuan’s arms around her own neck, and lifted gently with both hands.

She carried Wen Nuan horizontally in her arms, placed her on the bed, and was about to get up to close the balcony window when she realized the hands around her neck had no intention of letting go.

“….” Sang Er looked at Wen Nuan, whose eyes were unusually clear, and said, dumbfounded, “I… I saw you were asleep, so… so I thought I’d carry you to the bed to sleep.”

Wen Nuan raised a sly, mischievous smile. “Then why didn’t you just wake me up? Am I not heavy to carry?”

“You were sleeping so soundly, I didn’t want to wake you.” Sang Er’s gaze swept up and down Wen Nuan’s figure. “You’re not fat. You’re especially easy for me to carry.”

Wen Nuan released her hands and patted the spot next to her. “Get on. Let’s sleep.”

“…I’ll go close the window first. It gets cool at night.” Sang Er was afraid the sudden drop in temperature at night would make her cold.

“No need,” Wen Nuan said, pulling Sang Er’s hand. “I’m not afraid of the cold. Leaving the window open a bit will let the air in the room circulate, so it won’t be stuffy.”

Sang Er thought about it and felt it made sense. After all, she hadn’t read many books; sometimes she had to listen to the advice of a cultured person.

Just as she was about to walk to the other side of the bed to sleep, she heard Wen Nuan ask her where she was going.

Sang Er pointed to the other side of her. “I’m going to sleep over there.”

“Why do you have to go all the way around? Do you think you’re taking a driving test and have to walk around the car once?²” Wen Nuan tugged her hand. “Can’t you just get over from my side?”

Sang Er looked at Wen Nuan lying flat and asked, puzzled, “You’re lying right here. How am I supposed to get past?”

Am I supposed to step on you?

With Wen Nuan’s thin and frail little frame, she would definitely be crushed if she stepped on her.

“It’s very simple,” Wen Nuan said, her smile suddenly becoming intriguing. “You can climb over me, scoot over me, or straddle over me. Any of those will do.”

Climb over? Scoot over? Straddle over?

Sang Er considered these three methods. The only way to get to the other side safely without crushing Wen Nuan was to straddle over her.

But how to straddle?

Seeing Sang Er’s troubled expression, Wen Nuan gave her helpful instructions: “I’m guessing you chose to straddle over. That’s simple. Kneel on the edge of the bed, then lift one leg over to my side. Then, lean your body over and bring your other leg back. And that’s it.”

Sang Er felt Wen Nuan’s suggestion was very practical. She decided to do it right away.

She knelt on the edge of the bed, and then she was dumbfounded.

Sang Er looked at Wen Nuan, at a complete loss. “Wen Nuan, then… then where do I put my hands?”

The corner of Wen Nuan’s mouth lifted. She grabbed Sang Er’s two wrists, placed them on either side of her own head, and then lifted her leg to hook one of Sang Er’s legs to the side of her own. She looked up at Sang Er, who was now propped up above her.

Wen Nuan smiled with perfect composure. “See? Isn’t this fine?”

Sang Er’s eyes widened. She looked in disbelief at Wen Nuan, whom she had now trapped beneath her. “This… this… this isn’t very appropriate, is it?”

“What’s not appropriate about it?” Wen Nuan saw the blush on her face and said deliberately, “Is Little Ears afraid of crushing me?”

Sang Er immediately nodded. “Mhm, mhm, I’m too heavy, I’m afraid I’ll crush you. Why don’t I just get off the bed….”

Suddenly, a hand touched her waist. Sang Er felt as if a current of electricity had shot through her body. She went completely limp in an instant. The hands supporting her on either side of Wen Nuan seemed to have lost all their strength, and she fell solidly on top of Wen Nuan.

What… what’s happening to me? Why did I suddenly lose all my strength, as if someone had removed my bones, leaving only a pile of skin and flesh?

“Little Ears isn’t heavy. And besides…” Wen Nuan took the opportunity to slide her hand under the hem of Sang Er’s raised shirt, feeling the beautifully curved, firm, and powerful abdominal muscles. “Little Ears’ abs feel so good to touch.”

Sang Er felt as if her face was flushed with blood. A frantic flame seemed to have ignited in her body, scorching her four limbs and hundred bones³.

Wen Nuan’s hand caressed her abdomen. Every place her fingertips brushed seemed to light a small flame inside her. The flames grew stronger and stronger, burning her until her mouth was dry and her throat was parched⁴, her Adam’s apple bobbing.

“Wow, Little Ears has a six-pack.”

“The lines are great, each one is distinct.”

“Your skin is so smooth and soft, not too hard at all.”

Wen Nuan watched as Sang Er’s earlobes grew redder and redder, and the breathing beside her ear grew heavier and hotter.

Her eyes were dark and deep, full of sensual allure⁵. Her fingertips continued to caress those abdominal muscles. “I really want to…”

Lick them.

Her desire was strong, but she was afraid of scaring the little kitten trembling in her arms.

Sang Er felt her breathing was very heavy, as if she had just run for several kilometers. All the oxygen in her body was about to be expelled, as if she were about to suffocate.

What is wrong with me? Why do I feel like I’m about to die?

Hearing her intense gasping, Wen Nuan was afraid Sang Er would suffocate herself. She could only slow her pace, raise a hand to stroke Sang Er’s back, and whisper in her ear, “Little Ears, you’re breathing a bit hard. Take it slow.”

Sang Er’s eyes were hazy. Her breathing gradually calmed under Wen Nuan’s hand.

She felt some of her strength return. With a push of her hands, she rolled over to lie on her side next to Wen Nuan and let out a long sigh. “….Wen Nuan?”

Wen Nuan lay on her side, saw the sweat on her forehead, and reached out to wipe it away. “Hm?”

Sang Er looked at Wen Nuan and said, somewhat bewildered, “I think I was about to die.”

“Hm?” Wen Nuan was taken aback. “What’s wrong? Where are you uncomfortable?”

Sang Er touched her chest. “My heart was beating so hard just now, I felt like my heart rate must have exceeded 160, like it was going to explode. And also, the moment you touched my waist, it was like all the strength was suddenly drained from my body, and I just went limp.”

Her brow furrowed, and she said worriedly, “Do you think I should go see that guy An Min to have a look? He’s so capable, he could definitely help me fix these problems.”

Wen Nuan: “….”

She said helplessly, “Little Ears, have you never been in a relationship before?”

Sang Er didn’t know why the topic had shifted to relationships, but she still answered Wen Nuan’s question.

“No.”

She really had never been in a relationship. A wild child⁶ from the mountains, uncultured and not pretty, with a bad personality—how could anyone like her? Let alone be in a relationship. She had encountered fewer members of the opposite sex before the apocalypse than after it began.

“Then do you want to try being in one?”

Sang Er paused, an expression of disgust on her face. “No.”

Wen Nuan’s words got stuck in her mouth. She had to force a change of direction. “Why?”

“In the apocalypse, isn’t being in a relationship just asking for death?” Sang Er had no interest in things like love to begin with. Moreover, in the apocalypse, most interactions between people were transactions of interest. Love seemed insignificant, something one could have or not have.

Wen Nuan was speechless. “…Huh?”

Sang Er looked at Wen Nuan, thinking that since Wen Nuan was so beautiful, many men would surely want to get close to her.

She grabbed Wen Nuan’s hand and said seriously, “Wen Nuan, you shouldn’t get into a relationship either. You’ll become unhappy.”

Getting close to men will lead to death.

Wen Nuan: “…”

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The author has something to say:

Wen Nuan: This Father⁷ is getting close to a woman.

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