Chapter 34

Transmigration Diary 34
After moving into Cefalina’s dorm—Wen Shiyu felt unadjusted—
Specifically—blushing and racing heart—spiking.
Hardly her fault.
Cefalina loved pretty sleepwear at home—and seemed to find near-childish fun in Wen Shiyu’s limited mobility.
Wen Shiyu now thought—
Fetching tablets and trifles before—maybe the most “servant punishment” Cefalina could manage?
Since the leg injury—servant play forgotten—true hobby showing.
From gentle lying beside her—holding—patting back—edging toward odd teasing.
Dinner—Cefalina cut her steak fine—pushed the plate— satisfied—
Fork lifted—to her lips.
Wen Shiyu stared—ears hot—
“Cefalina.”
“Mm?”
“My hands aren’t hurt—I can feed myself—”
Cefalina blinked—embarrassed— faint disappointment.
“Oh.”
“Eat more then.”
Compromise—ate the plate—stuffed.
After—pulled into the master bedroom—crutches taken out.
Bewildered on the bed—trapped.
Could hop on one foot along the wall—did not—
Watched Cefalina wander—then bathroom.
Steam out—gold hair loose on top—cheeks flushed—drops on her neck—
Staring without meaning to—
“All right—” warm peach-and-moisture breath—happy—“Your turn to wash.”
Blank—then—“Fine.”
Stood—inside—Cefalina closed the door—did not leave.
Small space—damp warm air.
“You…… not going out?”
“I’ll wash you.”
Eyes wide—hotter—“I can myself—”
“It’s fine—I will. Hospital days—you couldn’t wash properly.” Steady gaze—no refusal heard.
Thought Wen Shiyu liked her—injured—kindness offered—should be thrilled.
Wronged—“I washed fine—”
Faucet on—grabbed her hem—
“Hurry.” Low—eyes bright—determined.
Heat—fingers on her own hem—stood still.
Tug-of-war—
Closer—almost angry whisper—“You…… saw all of me before.”
Blush herself— stubborn—“I…… want to look back.”
No reply—
Sat on the bath stool—guided.
Cefalina squeezed body wash—
Snatched—self-applied—scrap of autonomy.
Cefalina wide-eyed—annoyed—then only watched her wash—dazed.
Felt the look—met her eyes.
Cefalina scarlet—ear tips too.
“Wh-what?” Wen Shiyu lost—voice misty.
Caught—looked away—lashes fluttering—“N-nothing.”
Cough—cheek wipe—regained poise—“Look up—I’ll wash your hair.”
Obedient—eyes closed—
First time from this angle—
Straight nose—wet long lashes—shadow under eyes—
Face soft and white in steam—less distance—undefended tame.
Hands slowed—gaze on her lips—
Soft touch on her lips—
Eyes flew open—
Cefalina close—lashes beaded—deep eyes—kissed again.
“Mm?”
Held down—
Kiss long—
Pressed back—tile at her spine—
……Pheromones needed?
Cefalina could not answer—eyes closed—
Peach sweetness in steam again.
Cefalina pulled back—breathing—eyes dazed.
Wen Shiyu red—still a little lost.
Cefalina recovered—small excuse—
“Uh…… just dizzy suddenly. So—a kiss.”
Wen Shiyu dizzy too—did not care.
“Really?”
“Mm mm.” Head down—hair fuss—legs together—muffled.
After—soft big bed—
Cefalina into the closet— dug—insisted Wen Shiyu wear her sleepwear.
Matching pajamas—hair dried—then combed—humming off-key—mood soaring.
Wen Shiyu drifted—is she a life-size Barbie—or a human cat?
Deep night—Cefalina could not endure—rustling close—whisper:
“Wen Shiyu—”
Turned—bright eyes in dark—
Cheek hot against her neck—
Then her hand guided—
“I feel awful—”
Moonlight on a clear lake—warm water surprised Wen Shiyu—
Cefalina hid her face—
Maybe more useful than doll or pet—
Held quietly—watching trembling lashes—eyes deepening—hand under her chin—kissed her.
Cefalina shuddered—clutched her clothes—tears squeezed from wet lashes—
Bath had already—now finally—heart too fast—almost wanted to run—cry—beg mercy—or die—
Then—whisper please again—
……
After term started—classmates noticed shifts.
Su Yan and Charlotte used to flank Cefalina—
Now Su Yan often sat by Wen Shiyu.
Charlotte often beside Wen Shiyu too.
Cefalina nearly inseparable—Wen Shiyu almost the center of the foursome.
Attitudes toward Wen Shiyu changed—
Before—jealous—resentful—
Now still envious—less malice—
As if the gap had narrowed.
Wen Shiyu stayed tense—they were not the same.
Extra courses this term—packed schedule—graduate if all passed.
Before class—noisy room—Wen Shiyu leaned to Charlotte low:
“I’ll pay tuition back soon.”
Charlotte pouted—“Again? Boring. Think about moving out of Cefalina’s dorm.”
“If I ask again—” weary—“she’ll get angry.”
Charlotte stung—turned away—“Then…… sneak out?”
Glanced at the braced leg—
“……”
“She won’t even tell me where the wheelchair is.”
Charlotte open mouth—“Huh?”
Cefalina back with two bottles—“Talking about what?”
“Nothing!” Charlotte looked away.
Professor entered—
Charlotte still whispered at Cefalina’s ear—“Aren’t you…… overprotecting Wen Shiyu?”
Same room—car every day—even water—
Never seen Cefalina this devoted.
Cefalina blank—then—“I—I need her near for the baby—”
Yes—that.
Extra need to cling—mid-pregnancy dependency—
Baby seemed small for the month—even in loose clothes—
More pheromones—more love—so she needed Wen Shiyu in sight—within reach—
Strange—Wen Shiyu smelled better and better—
Same bed every night—could not stop edging closer—
Looked up at Wen Shiyu—
Notes—calm profile—focused—
Charlotte watched Cefalina watching Wen Shiyu—fingers tight—complex—some decision set.