“Period?”
“And… it lasts for fifteen days?”
Is this… normal?
I wrack my brain, recalling what I know about girls—some only last a few days, but a rare few might go on for more than ten. It’s all entirely possible.
“But.” My tone falters.
“What does this have to do with you not telling me you’d already changed back?”
Su Liumeng suddenly doesn’t know how to answer.
She feels so stifled inside.
She’d originally wanted to use this chance to reveal herself—hoping while her beloved wife was happy, she could finally do some slightly intimate, slightly naughty things. But now her period stubbornly refuses to leave.
Su Liumeng’s bitterness can’t be spoken out loud.
Seeing her silent expression, I’ve completely figured out what sort of nonsense she’s thinking.
“Never mind, if you don’t want to say it, don’t say it. I already know what you’re up to anyway.”
It’s normal, after all.
We’re married, after all.
I comfort myself inwardly—this is perfectly normal behavior.
“Hurry and change back for me, I haven’t seen your real face in months, I nearly forgot what you even looked like.” I order with a huff. She’s already changed back, yet still won’t let me see—so unfair!!!
It’s true.
No matter how much you like someone, facing a face you feel nothing for every day… even that tiny spark of excitement in your heart would fade away. Especially for someone like me, with already low desire, it’d just turn into a vicious cycle.
Su Liumeng has no choice.
She’s already been found out by her wife—how can she keep pretending? She can only give up her plan and honestly reveal her true self.
At the same time,
the illusion in the room dissipates, and even the group photo hanging above the bed silently changes shape.
When the face I know best reappears in my sight, my heart genuinely skips a beat.
The girl’s brows and eyes are like a painting, lips naturally red, soft blushes resting on both cheeks. So quiet and gentle, like a maiden from a painting, a fairy stepping from a scroll. Just a lift of her eyes, the slight tremble of lashes as delicate as cicada wings, and those watery, affectionate eyes ripple with light. A moment’s pause where her gaze falls is enough to make my heart leap to my throat. Deep down, I even feel a surge of joy, as if she really is looking at me.
Su Liumeng’s voice, like wind chimes, echoes in my ear, grounding my heart with a thump—every wild, uneasy thought is swept away.
She is my girlfriend, the wife I married in a grand ceremony, my one and only Dao Companion.
She… really was looking at me just now.
“Mmhm, are you a bit dumbfounded?”
Maybe all cute girls have their own special sweet voices—Su Liumeng’s is no exception. Like a nightingale in a valley, her song hits right at the softest place in my heart. I even recall that old saying—lingering notes that circle the rafters—a voice you can’t forget after hearing just once.
Su Liumeng is quietly thrilled inside, watching her baby with that dazed look—she couldn’t be happier.
All those little knots on the bed in these past few months, the ones caused by being ignored because of her changed face—at this moment, they all vanish.
“Who… who’s dumbfounded?”
I lightly bite my lip, speaking in an adorably haughty tone.
My gaze wants to wander away, but always circles back to the girl’s face. Everything I say loses its confidence.
Su Liumeng lifts her hand, giggling quietly.
Most cute girls have an innate sense of affinity. As her body leans in closer to me, and her beautiful face draws near, my heartbeat grows erratic again. The faint floral scent I know so well drifts over once more—yet now, she’s already my wife.
That lovely face so close, my hands clench nervously.
I can even feel the warm breath she exhales.
This is the natural awkwardness that comes from someone you like drawing close.
And then—I finally realize Su Liumeng’s intention.
She rests her head on my shoulder—a gesture of instinctive dependence. A strange emotion wells up inside me, a sudden urge to protect, mixed with a reckless longing for intimacy.
“Xinxin.”
“I like you.”
The girl’s blunt, unreserved confession is like an arrow straight to my heart, scattering me into confusion.
A hand only slightly larger than my own slowly intertwines with my fingers, and I watch as two delicate hands gently twine together below.
Two hands, as beautiful as a painting, pressed intimately close, making one’s thoughts inevitably wander.
On the bed,
the two gorgeous girls snuggle together, white and red nightgowns overlapping ambiguously at the hem.
Two equally fair thighs pressed close, warmth from her long, pale legs slowly flows through my blood, melting away the last of my chill.
“Xinxin, you’re a soft and fragrant little cake.” Su Liumeng’s voice is even more moving—online slang, yet it hits the heart.
Her fingers tighten gradually, as if wanting to release the possessiveness she hides inside, bit by bit.
This… is also her way of telling me clearly.
All my fears and unease are unnecessary.
Because she doesn’t just belong to me.
This girl who fits my ideal type best—
Is also the wife I married.
Her every word and action screams that her possessiveness is overflowing.
She likes me even more than I like her.
“I want to eat you up, one bite at a time.” Su Liumeng slowly leans down, warm and slippery places brushing against the coolness of my arm.
Such a succubus-like act makes my whole body tense up.
A feeling impossible to describe rises in my lower abdomen, goosebumps blooming along my delicate arm.
If this were before, I would have rudely pushed her away, making an “X” with my arms, righteously stating why I can’t do this.
But now—
Facing a face that makes my heart race, I actually hesitate.
Because.
Her looks aren’t just to my taste, even her figure and height are exactly what I love. Not an overly full bust, a perfectly soft-girl height, and even those legs under her skirt, growing tenser by the second, constantly draw my gaze.
Su Liumeng’s probing stops just short.
Her excitement is beyond words.
It’s different now.
The treatment is totally different.
Before, Zi Xinyan would accept her affection, but mostly out of duty. Now, Su Liumeng can clearly feel Zi Xinyan’s growing emotions.
Her skin, once pure white, now tinged with a captivating blush—the best proof of budding feelings.
Feeling her own body changing, Su Liumeng’s eyes flash with faint regret.
In this world, the most frustrating thing has happened to her twice already.
Seeing her crush unexpectedly, feeling excited—then suddenly a burning pain in her abdomen, and the despair of having her period… few could truly understand.
My body is still stiff. Sitting up on the bed, I stare at my toes.
The reason I’m so stiff—
I have no idea what Su Liumeng plans to do next.
I don’t dislike being close with her now; in fact, I’m even looking forward to what might happen next.
As long as—
As long as we don’t go all the way, it should be fine, right?
My line in the sand, before the girl who makes my heart flutter, drops lower and lower—almost to nothing at all.
While I nervously squeeze my hands, eyes lowered in anticipation, I suddenly see Su Liumeng pause.
Her beautiful nightgown is completely untouched, so pristine I almost can’t believe it.
“You—”
I start to speak, but stop, my nervousness and anticipation slowly giving way to disappointment.
Su Liumeng apologizes, “Sorry, I’m not feeling too well today.”
She explains nervously, afraid her baby will be upset.
It’s rare for Zi Xinyan to be in the mood—if there’s a misunderstanding because of her, Su Liumeng would regret it so much she’d want to smack herself.
“The effect of the dragon blood should be continuous.”
“That means this period will be long, but the next one won’t come for two months.” Su Liumeng keeps trying to explain.
But I shake my head suddenly.
Uh-oh—Su Liumeng’s heart skips a beat, as if struck hard by a hammer.
But then I say, “No, I don’t care about that…”
“I just want to ask, can I hug you?”
“Ah?” Su Liumeng is stunned, then overjoyed, “Of course, you can! I’m fine… it’s no big deal… you can hug me as much as you want, for as long as you like.”
“Mm.”
I tentatively reach out, pulling Su Liumeng into my arms, resting my head on her shoulder as well.
A brief moment of tender closeness—looking at her familiar profile, I recall old memories: that proud young lady who’d always throw a tantrum, who’d kick anyone who displeased her.
Su Liumeng doesn’t say anything more, as if lost in this intimacy too.
From the corner of my eye I notice her legs, and as my gaze drops a little, I spot her toes painted bright red. “Su Liumeng, what shoe size do you wear?”
“Thirty-four, why?” Su Liumeng answers reflexively.
It’s always been a sore spot for her.
Who knows why her feet are a size bigger than her baby’s.
Back when she was still chasing Zi Xinyan, she’d grumbled more than once about not being able to squeeze into size thirty-three shoes.
If only she could have…
Ahem.
Su Liumeng coughs twice inwardly, chasing away those random thoughts.
“Mm, I’m a thirty-three.” I glance down again.
The red polish is quite pretty, like flower petals in bloom.
Honestly, I wanted to ask: Su Liumeng, aren’t you a foot-fetishist?
Do you fetishize your own feet?
But that question is way too weird, better not ask it out loud.
As a bona fide beauty, Su Liumeng used to love nail art. But ever since dating me, her fingernails have always been kept clean, though her toes are still always painted.
I wonder, does she worry the chemicals in nail polish will affect the baby, and that’s why she stopped after we married?
Su Liumeng notices my gaze. Not only is she unashamed, she even moves her legs closer to show off. “Does baby like this color? When our daughter’s born, I can do a special set just for you.”
Pregnant women shouldn’t touch chemicals much.
Because chemicals can be absorbed through the skin, enter the uterus through the blood, and in serious cases, even cause birth defects.
“Maybe… better not.”
I hesitate.
Mainly, I’ve never done my nails before, and suddenly being like a mother and daughter, obsessed with beauty and accessories, is a little embarrassing.
“Alright.” Su Liumeng doesn’t press the point, but secretly makes plans: she’ll definitely take her baby for a beautiful manicure someday.
Such pretty hands—how could she not dress them up herself? It’d be a waste.
After snuggling up to Su Liumeng for a while, resting on her shoulder, my gaze drops and through the collar of her cool nightgown, I catch a glimpse of unrestrained whiteness.
My face flushes, and like I’ve been shocked, I pull away, burying my head under a pillow. “Enough, I’m going to sleep. It’s gotten way too ambiguous tonight.”
Su Liumeng watches me flee in panic, my bashful expression making her heart leap for joy.
Mmhm~
Just as she expected.
Wives are won through initiative, after all—she has to keep using every little trick she has.
From personally choosing sleepwear, to controlling the angle when we’re together, to purposely leaving her clothes a little untidy—Su Liumeng plans every detail to perfection.
She refuses to believe, with her beauty and so many years together, that she can’t win over this shy little girl.
They already share a bed.
If she can’t win her over now, Su Liumeng thinks she might as well go feed pigs in the sea.
Hidden behind my pillow, I quietly pat my burning cheeks, my fingertips hot—a sign that I’m already moved, maybe even a little addicted.
Zi Xinyan.
Zi Xinyan.
What are you doing?
How can you be so weak—just a little beauty, what’s the big deal?
Little do I know, this is exactly one of Su Liumeng’s plans.
If she wants her adorable wife to shake off all those old-fashioned habits, of course she must attack from both inside and out.
From instilling new ideas, subtly changing my worldview, to using her own silent, irresistible charm—it’s the perfect, inescapable trap.
All I can say is—
Su Liumeng is truly a peerless beauty.
A Phoenix among all others—undefeated in everyone’s eyes.
It’s no mystery why.