When the Female Lead Becomes Obsessive – Chapter 227

Volume Ten: Those Few Years After She and I Broke Up

Sexy

Wen Nuan didn’t know how to coax people before, but “she” was a great teacher.

And she was a fast learner.

Yi Jing saw Wen Nuan suddenly fall silent, as if reminiscing about something.

She couldn’t figure out what Wen Nuan was thinking, so she could only bottle up her own frustration and annoyance.

“It’ll be fine after a couple of days of rest,” Yi Jing said, putting away the medicinal liquor. Just as she was about to get up, she looked at the corner of her clothes being pulled. “Let go.”

“I won’t,” Wen Nuan pressed her luck, grabbing her hand. “Stay with me for a little while.”

“I’m busy.”

Yi Jing shook her hand off and put the first-aid kit away.

She heard the sound of hopping from behind her. Her brow furrowed slightly as she turned around, her tone serious. “You sprained your ankle and you’re still jumping around. Doesn’t it hurt anymore?”

“If you won’t stay with me, then I’ll stay with you,” Wen Nuan said with a grin.

As the saying goes, if the mountain will not come to me, I must go to the mountain.¹

Yi Jing watched as Wen Nuan, holding up the hem of her dress, hopped on one foot to lean against the wall.

She put a hand to her forehead. “I still have work to finish. I don’t have time for you.”

She was supposed to be the creditor, why does it feel like our roles have been completely reversed?!

“It’s fine. You work, and I’ll just be by your side, keeping you company. I can bring you tea and water, okay?” Wen Nuan blinked obediently.

Yi Jing glanced at her swollen ankle. “Bring me tea and water?”

“How about I just ask if you’re warm or cold?”

“No need,” Yi Jing refused flatly and took out her phone. “I’ll call someone to take you back to your dorm to rest. You can skip the next two days of activities, just let your manager know.”

Wen Nuan hopped over and snatched her phone. “I don’t want to go back.”

“If you’re not going back to your dorm, where do you want to go?” Yi Jing tried to get her phone back, but Wen Nuan stuffed it directly down the front of her dress.

Yi Jing’s hand froze. Annoyed, she said, “What on earth are you trying to do? You sprained your ankle, can’t you just be still? It’s the middle of the night, and you won’t go back to your dorm to rest. Where else do you plan to go mess around?!”

“…”

Wen Nuan knew Yi Jing didn’t trust her, and she couldn’t do anything about that kind of suspicion.

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m just staying right here. If you work, I’ll keep you company. If you sleep, I’ll follow you. If you want to kick me out, that’s up to you too,” Wen Nuan said, returning the phone to Yi Jing, her tone sincere. “I just missed you. I want to spend a little more time by your side, that’s all.”

Yi Jing gave Wen Nuan a long, deep look, then turned and walked into the study without another word.

Wen Nuan smiled triumphantly, tossed Yi Jing’s phone onto the sofa, and hopped after her into the study.

The study was large. Yi Jing sat behind the desk and lowered her head to work, her serious and composed demeanor making her seem incredibly reliable.

Wen Nuan sat quietly on a nearby sofa, watching Yi Jing work.

Yi Jing was very absorbed in her work. Two hours had passed by the time she finished reading the project proposal in her hands. There hadn’t been a single sound from the sofa; she figured Wen Nuan must have succumbed to the late hour and fallen asleep.

Yi Jing looked up and met Wen Nuan’s pair of big, sparkling eyes.

She paused. “…You’re still awake?”

Wen Nuan propped her chin on her hand and yawned. “When are you planning to sleep? Are you going to pull an all-nighter? When did you pick up such a bad habit?”

Yi Jing glanced at the wall clock. It was already 12:15.

Hearing the concern in her voice, she replied coolly, “When I sleep is none of your business. And so what if I work all night? If we’re talking about bad habits, which one of us has more?”

Wen Nuan was speechless. “…”

System Truthful: 【Indeed, you have more bad habits.】

Wen Nuan resorted to being shameless. “Fine then. If you’re not sleeping, I’m not sleeping. We can just stay up like this together.”

Yi Jing’s brow creased. “What exactly do you want?”

“Let’s go to sleep?”

“Wh-what?” Yi Jing thought she had misheard. Shocked, she asked, “What did you say?”

A corner of Wen Nuan’s mouth lifted. “That’s right, sleep. It’s already so late, it’s time to go to sleep.”

Yi Jing swallowed. “You came here… just to sleep with me?”

“I already told you, I missed you,” Wen Nuan repeated patiently.

“Is there a difference between missing me and wanting to sleep with me?” Yi Jing retorted.

“You can think of it that way if you want,” Wen Nuan said, yawning again. “I’m sleepy. Let’s get ready and go to bed, okay?”

Seeing Wen Nuan being so direct, Yi Jing looked a little flustered and questioned, “Sleep? You… Do you know how?”

She doesn’t even know how two women do it. Would Wen Nuan know?!

But seeing how insistent Wen Nuan is, could it be that she really does know?

Wen Nuan looked surprised. “What’s so hard about sleeping? It’s very simple, isn’t it?”

“Very simple?”

Yi Jing felt certain Wen Nuan knew how.

That makes sense, she thought. Wen Nuan has navigated the world of romance for years, and having spent so much time abroad, she would naturally know everything. I’ve heard things are more open, wilder, overseas; Wen Nuan must have learned a lot.

Wen Nuan nodded. “Yeah, it’s simple. So, are you going to bed or not?”

Panic flickered incessantly in Yi Jing’s complex gaze. A jumble of chaotic voices echoed in her mind.

Don’t you want Wen Nuan? Now that she’s served herself up on a platter, why are you still refusing?

Yi Jing, aren’t you doing this to get revenge on Wen Nuan?

Take her and then abandon her, just like she did back then. Get your revenge, make her regret it, make her suffer. Wouldn’t that be great?!

Yi Jing clenched her fists, a strange light glinting in her eyes. “…Fine. Let’s sleep.”

“Okay,” Wen Nuan said, pulling Yi Jing toward the bedroom. “Do you want to shower first, or should I?”

Yi Jing was a little nervous. “I’ll use the guest bathroom. You can use the one in here.”

“Then I’ll just wear your clothes after I’m done.”

Wen Nuan had nothing but the evening gown on her back and hadn’t brought a change of clothes.

“Okay,” Yi Jing said, pointing to another white wardrobe. “There are clean clothes in there. Take whatever you want.”

“Got it.”

Wen Nuan picked out a short-sleeved shirt and shorts and went into the bathroom.

From a black wardrobe nearby, Yi Jing chose a robe and a slip—a sexy style she had never worn before.

Secretary Li had bought these for her. In the beginning, Secretary Li didn’t know her preferred style, so she had purchased a wide variety of nightgowns and placed them in the wardrobe for her to choose from.

After her shower, Yi Jing put on the sexy slip. It was a bit sheer and didn’t cover much at all.

She slipped the robe on over it, took a deep breath, and returned to the bedroom.

Wen Nuan was already lying in bed with her eyes closed. Yi Jing couldn’t tell if she was asleep or not.

Yi Jing walked over and lay down on the other side. A sound came from beside her, and Yi Jing’s body suddenly tensed. She held her breath, feeling a scorching hot palm touch her lower abdomen.

“Wen… Wen Nuan?”

“Hm?” Wen Nuan opened her eyes and looked at her. “What’s wrong?”

Yi Jing felt a burning heat on her lower abdomen, as if she were being seared by a piece of burning charcoal, making her mouth dry and her throat tight.

Wen Nuan looked at her glistening eyes, clearly seeing the panic and confusion within them.

She pulled Yi Jing into her arms, stroking her smooth back, and said softly, “Go to sleep.”

Yi Jing paused, confused. “What?”

Wen Nuan ruffled her hair, her voice low and husky with a hint of drowsiness. “Go to sleep. Rest well. See you tomorrow.”

It took a moment for Yi Jing to realize what Wen Nuan meant. Her face instantly flushed a deep red.

So I got the wrong idea from the very beginning.

Wen Nuan was thinking of sleeping, while I was thinking of “sleeping.”

Yi Jing buried her flushed face in the crook of Wen Nuan’s neck and hugged her tightly. It was a feeling she had never experienced before.

Back in their old rental apartment, they had always slept on opposite sides of the bed, never clinging to each other like this.

Even when she had tried to get closer to Wen Nuan in the past, Wen Nuan had only treated her advances with cold indifference.

Yi Jing craved this kind of intimacy and gentleness. She could smell the faint, fresh scent on Wen Nuan’s body. She could feel Wen Nuan’s warmth and softness. Their breaths mingled, and they were so close it was as if they had already melted into one.

The palm on her back was gently caressing her, and each stroke felt as if it were kneading her heart.

“Xiao Jing?”

Yi Jing thought Wen Nuan had fallen asleep. Hearing the voice from above her head, she started. “What?”

Wen Nuan lowered her head and placed a light kiss on Yi Jing’s forehead. “You smell so good.”

Her fingertips traced Yi Jing’s collarbone, their pads picking up a hint of moisture. She sniffed them lightly. “You’re sweating. Are you too hot?”

“Am I holding you too tightly? Is that why you’re sweating?”

Sensing Wen Nuan about to loosen her grip, Yi Jing immediately wrapped her arms around her waist. “No, I’m not hot.”

“But you’re sweating.”

Yi Jing kept her head down and hugged her tighter. “I’m fine. Go to sleep.”

I’m just a little agitated and mesmerized.

Wen Nuan closed her eyes, held her, and smiled faintly. “Okay.”

That night, Yi Jing slept soundly. There were no nightmares, no insomnia, no coldness.

The morning sun fell across her eyes. It was the first time she had woken up without a headache or any fatigue.

Yi Jing stretched, then noticed the empty space beside her. Her brow wrinkled slightly as she got out of bed.

Just as she walked out of the bedroom, she heard a shattering sound from the kitchen.

Without a second thought, Yi Jing ran to the kitchen.

Looking at the shards and spilled congee all over the floor, she asked, “What are you doing?”

Wen Nuan sighed. “I was making you a breakfast of love, but unfortunately, I messed it up.”

She threw the broken pieces into the trash can, then looked at Yi Jing. Her pupils constricted and her eyes deepened. “Nice figure.”

Yi Jing was looking at the congee all over the floor. Hearing Wen Nuan’s words, she snapped back to reality and looked down at the nearly transparent nightgown she was wearing.

Her face flushed, and just as she was about to turn and run back to the bedroom, Wen Nuan grabbed her wrist, pulling her stumbling into her arms.

“Where are you going?”

“Let go,” Yi Jing said, flustered and annoyed. “I’m going to change.”

Wen Nuan looked her up and down. “I don’t remember this being your style. It’s only been three years, but your tastes have changed a lot, huh?”

Yi Jing’s heart was pounding, and her voice trembled slightly. “What’s it to you?”

I can’t let Wen Nuan know I wore this nightgown for her, or she’ll laugh me to death.

“I just happen to like sexy clothes. I didn’t have money before and couldn’t afford them. Now that I have the means, why can’t I wear them?” Yi Jing retorted.

Wen Nuan noted the slight desperation in Yi Jing’s retort. She lowered her gaze to the nightgown, a single layer of gauze draping over a beautiful torso, every part of it faintly visible, exuding an alluring, fresh scent.

She bent her head and sniffed at her neck. “Xiao Jing, why are you sweating so early in the morning?”

Yi Jing’s heart skipped a beat. “The sun is too… too intense this morning. From the heat.”

“Oh.” A smirk played on Wen Nuan’s lips.

That single “oh” sent Yi Jing’s heart into a flutter. The ambiguous atmosphere was making it hard for her to control herself.

Reason was losing ground, and desire was on the attack.

The phone on the sofa suddenly rang. Yi Jing let out a secret sigh of relief, pushed Wen Nuan away, and said, trying to cover her tracks², “The phone’s ringing.”

Wen Nuan threw up her hands. “Go on, answer it.”

She watched Yi Jing pick up the phone. As the light shone through the transparent nightgown, Yi Jing’s beautiful and sexy silhouette was on full display for Wen Nuan.

Wen Nuan took a deep breath, grabbed a paper towel from the table, and started wiping the congee off the floor.

“Xiuning?” The caller was Wen Xiuning. “Why are you calling me so early?”

Wen Nuan’s hand froze.

“Today? I’m not sure about today, I have to check my schedule.”

“Uncle Wen³ wants to have dinner with me? Let me see…”

Yi Jing stiffened, her eyes widening in shock as a hand wrapped around her waist.

Her nightgown was maliciously pulled up, and the searing heat intensified, burning her consciousness into disarray.

Wen Xiuning didn’t hear the rest of Yi Jing’s sentence. “Yi Jing? What did you just say? I didn’t quite catch that.”

Yi Jing tilted her head, dodging Wen Nuan’s kisses as she struggled to handle the call. “I… I’ll see… ah…”

Hearing the strange sounds coming from the receiver, Wen Xiuning asked with concern, “Yi Jing, what’s wrong? Are you not feeling well?”

Yi Jing gripped the phone tightly. She opened her mouth, but no words came out.

She couldn’t fight off the assault and could only cover her mouth.

She wanted to hang up, but Wen Nuan wickedly placed the phone aside and turned on the speakerphone.

Yi Jing was half-bent over the sofa, both hands clamped over her mouth, not daring to make a sound.

“Yi Jing? Yi Jing, are you still there?” Wen Xiuning’s voice continued to ask from the phone.

Wen Nuan bit Yi Jing’s earlobe and, with a slyly wicked⁴ smile, whispered, “Xiao Jing, I think this style really suits you.”

“It’s very sexy. I like it.”

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