Chapter 15: Lin Lue, Hit Me

Upper District, a luxury residence.

In the bedroom, expensive instruments hummed, maintaining the humidity and temperature.

“Molly, are you all right?”

Yuexue’s voice carried a hint of subtle worry.

Her gaze was fixed intently on Molly, clearly seeing the wrinkles and dust on her dress.

She could feel an aura around her wife that was entirely different from her usual self.

Her wife had encountered something terrible.

“I’m fine, see.”

A soft smile tugged at the corners of Molly’s lips.

She spun lightly in front of Yuexue, her hemline fluttering with the movement.

Her feet, clad in white stockings, stepped across the floor without shoes.

She flicked a shoulder strap, letting it fall to her arm, and tilted her head with a gentle curve to her eyes.

“Want me to take off my clothes and give you a proper check?”

It was lighthearted and intimate, much like a lover’s coquetry, but Yuexue felt something was inexplicably strange.

Was her wife especially passionate tonight?

Her arms were like jade, glowing white.

Yuexue was momentarily distracted, her breath hitching before she hurriedly raised a hand to stop her.

“There’s no need.”

Molly’s smile remained unchanged as she pulled her strap back up, readjusting her neckline to cover her collarbones and cleavage.

“Well then, do you believe me?”

“Of course I believe you, Molly. You’re my wife. How could I not believe you?”

After saying this, Yuexue closed her eyes and let out a long breath.

Molly was a bit proactive and assertive tonight.

When Yuexue opened her eyes and looked at Molly again, the other woman was already sitting at the mirror, applying lipstick with elegant, composed movements.

Her lips were dyed a bright color, making them look incredibly full, like succulent rose petals.

Yuexue remembered that Molly preferred a natural look and didn’t like makeup.

Yet the Molly before her had not only applied lipstick but even drew on eyeliner.

She was smiling brilliantly, looking extremely happy.

Was it because she had saved so many people today?

As a Great Witch — a Dual-Attribute Great Witch at that — even if Yuexue didn’t actively seek out information, people would obediently deliver it to her.

“Yuexue, I’m going to shower first.”

Molly stood up and walked toward the bathroom, clutching a set of clean clothes.

‘She didn’t remove her makeup,’ Yuexue noted to herself.

Molly’s dress had a tear in it.

Seeing this, Yuexue subconsciously reached out.

“Molly, your dress is torn. Let me help you mend it.”

Yuexue, wearing red high heels, reached out to help her remove the damaged garment.

Molly instinctively took a step back, subtly avoiding her touch.

Yuexue froze.

Molly paused for a moment.

“Let’s talk after I’m done washing up.”

After saying that, she turned and entered the bathroom.

The frosted glass door slowly closed, as if separating the two of them into two different worlds.

Before long, the sound of splashing water came from the bathroom.

Warm mist spread across the glass, blurring the figure inside and Yuexue’s vision.

Yuexue looked down at her empty palm; the delicate texture of the fabric seemed to linger on her fingertips.

A suffocating feeling she couldn’t describe filled her chest.

Her wife… seemed to be intentionally avoiding her.

She lowered her head in silence, her golden hair falling over her hips.

Yuexue slowly walked to the bed and sat down, her hands crossed as she fell into deep thought.

Feeling a bit irritable, she kicked off her high heels.

Her clean, jade-like feet stepped onto the cool floor, her toes lightly curling.

Molly’s changes weighed on her mind.

Yuexue recalled Lin Lue’s words:

Wives should communicate more and stay close to each other.

She looked toward the large bed.

—

The night deepened.

The window was half-open, and the cool night breeze ruffled the white gauze curtains as the bright moonlight playfully leapt inside, spilling across the large bed.

One was on top of the other; golden hair and black hair intertwined, their fingers locked together and pressed against the white sheets.

Yuexue propped herself up, her fingertips gripping the sheets.

She looked down at Molly, her golden eyes shimmering.

She opened her red lips, wanting to say something.

A soft palm gently covered her mouth.

With a blink of her glistening eyes, Molly tilted her head.

Her collar was messy, her collarbones partially exposed, and one or two strands of hair lay across her skin.

“Yuexue, it’s all right. If you don’t want to, don’t force yourself.”

Molly’s voice was as soft as cotton, floating into her ears with deep concern.

She was like a good wife taking care of her exhausted lover.

“Let’s just get some rest tonight, okay?”

She pulled Yuexue down to lie with her.

Molly quietly turned her back, the line of her spine slender and straight.

Yuexue gazed at her lovely back.

She reached out her fingertips, wanting to touch her hair, her shoulder, and her slender waist… but after hesitating again and again, her hand ultimately remained suspended in mid-air.

Yuexue silently withdrew her fingers.

She also turned over and closed her eyes.

Two lovers in one bed, sleeping back to back.

Yuexue felt a heavy tightness in her chest, as if something were blocking her, making it a bit difficult to breathe.

A few minutes later, Yuexue opened her eyes.

Her fingertips touched her smooth skin as she slowly pulled down one side of her shoulder strap and removed a piece of fabric that still held her body heat.

After a glance, Yuexue set it casually by the bedside.

The size was wrong again.

She would have to find time to buy a new one.

Yuexue closed her eyes again, feeling her chest loosen slightly.

In the quiet bedroom, the faint sound of their breathing could be heard.

Their heartbeats, once synchronized, gradually drifted apart.

—

The next morning, the aroma of food wafted into her nose, waking Yuexue from her slumber.

She opened her eyes and immediately looked beside her, but the spot was already empty.

Reaching out, she felt the bed; the warmth had long since vanished.

Clearly, Molly had been up for a long time.

She hopped off the bed and stepped onto the floor barefoot.

A chill shot up from the soles of her feet, but Yuexue didn’t care as she hurried out of the bedroom.

Arriving in the living room, Yuexue, with her golden hair in disarray, stopped in her tracks.

She looked at her wife, Molly.

Wearing a soft apron, Molly was setting the steaming breakfast onto the dining table.

Golden sunlight streamed in from the window, bathing Molly and making her features appear gentle and moving.

Hearing the footsteps, she looked up with a flawless, tender smile.

Her hair was tied and draped over her shoulder, adding to the heart-fluttering charm of a devoted wife.

“Yuexue, go wash up and come eat.”

Yuexue stared at her blankly for a moment before slowly nodding.

“Wait, Yuexue.”

Yuexue stopped.

Molly walked over and knelt down, placing a pair of slippers in front of her.

She grasped Yuexue’s ankles and helped her put them on.

“There, all done. Go on. Don’t be so dazed next time.”

Standing at the sink, Yuexue looked at herself in the mirror for a long time.

Finally, she slowly lowered her head and looked at the slippers on her feet.

Her wife was so warm and passionate.

She looked for a long while before blinking.

‘It seems… nothing is strange.’

Molly still loved her as much as before.

Yuexue cupped some water and splashed it on her face.

Droplets slid down her fair skin, and her long eyelashes trembled, shaking off tiny beads of water.

The coldness stimulated her, making her feel more awake.

She silently comforted herself, thinking of Molly in the sunlight just now — her beautiful wife, her gentle wife, and the wife who loved her… Yes, Molly loved her.

—

“Molly, did you say you were attacked by a Magic Beast yesterday?”

Yuexue spoke softly at the dining table.

She had fallen asleep too early the previous night and forgotten to ask.

“Yes, a cat-like Magic Beast with nine tails.”

Molly lowered her head to peel an egg.

Her fingertips were nimble and efficient, the shell coming off in complete pieces.

“Someone orchestrated it behind the scenes. They wanted my life.”

“I will protect you.”

Yuexue took a sip of white porridge, her expression serious as a spark of fire flashed through her golden eyes.

“Of course I believe you.”

Molly held the peeled egg to her lips.

“My wife, Yuexue, will protect me. Here, eat an egg.”

Yuexue opened her mouth and ate the egg.

The delicate texture spread across her tongue.

As she looked at Molly’s smiling face, she could sense Molly’s intense love.

“What is it? Why are you staring at me?”

Molly tilted her head.

“It’s… it’s nothing.”

After finishing her meal, Yuexue stood up and made an excuse to go out, fleeing in a bit of a panic.

Insecurity swirled in her heart like chains, tightening and making it hard to breathe.

Did she… deserve to be loved by Molly like this?

A look of confusion appeared in Yuexue’s eyes.

Her cold, glamorous face, which usually held a strong sense of aggression, now showed vulnerability.

She wanted someone to talk to.

Molly was too good; her wife was too perfect… she was uneasy.

A despicable person like her didn’t deserve such passionate love.

She wanted to find someone to whip her.

Feeling those stinging wounds would give her a morbid sense of peace.

‘Lin Lue, Lin Lue… I don’t understand… Hit me.’