A Flirtatious Beauty Alpha Provokes a Crazy Omega - Chapter 9
Chapter 9: Tremble
All departments were in position.
Jiang Mi stepped into the spot she had just rehearsed with Yan Wei. As Jiang Qu called out “Start walking,” she officially entered the role.
Bai Xiao had picked out a delicate chiffon dress for Liang Yongping, but she didn’t particularly like it. Her gaze lingered on a dark green qipao deeper inside the shop.
Still, she picked up the dress Bai Xiao had chosen.
As Liang Yongping walked toward the fitting room and reached for the curtain, a sudden force tugged her wrist—someone from inside had pulled her in.
She let out a cry of surprise, her body slamming heavily into the person inside. She heard a soft gasp from a woman, and the fear in her heart lessened. The strength in her grip on the woman’s arm loosened slightly, only for her to be pushed back against the wall by Qin Shui and pulled into a deep embrace.
Jiang Qu gave direction: “Jiang Mi, after loosening up, hug her tightly once, then release.”
Jiang Mi knew this was for a close-up shot of the arm movement. So she clutched Yan Wei’s waist with force, matching her strength, their bodies nearly melting into one. In the next second, as Liang Yongping, she remembered the reality of the situation and began to resist, her strength faltering.
“This dress doesn’t suit you,” Yan Wei whispered the line into her ear.
Her breath, mixed with the scent of roses, was like a tart seed—quietly stirring something in Liang Yongping’s heart.
“Good,” Jiang Qu directed. “Qin Shui gently kisses her on the ear or neck. Her expression changes from infatuation to pain, jealousy, and finally restraint.”
Following Jiang Qu’s words, Jiang Mi felt Yan Wei’s breath draw near—and then, a warm, soft kiss landed on the skin of her neck.
Her heart stopped beating for an instant. She thought, So this is what it feels like when Yan Wei’s lips touch your skin.
She began to struggle and said her line: “Are you crazy?! She’s right outside!”
Yan Wei let out a low chuckle. “Let her see. All the better.”
Her long, cool hand, through the fabric, wandered over Jiang Mi’s slender waist. Her touch was greedy, reluctant to part from Jiang Mi’s body.
“You don’t like it? Then how about this?”
Suddenly, she grabbed Jiang Mi’s hand and placed it on her own waist.
A thin sheen of sweat formed in Jiang Mi’s palm. That waist—unlike its owner’s cool demeanor—was warm and soft to the touch, supple enough to burn her fingertips.
Jiang Qu directed from outside: “Qin Shui lifts Yongping’s hand, raises the hem slightly, revealing a bit of skin. Camera pans in. Yongping’s expression—fear, resistance, helpless attraction… her heart stirred, unable to push away, pleading…”
Jiang Mi closed her eyes, her fingers curling into a fist. “I’m begging you—she’ll find out.”
Yan Wei’s smile sent a chill down her spine, yet her voice was impossibly gentle. “It’s been days… don’t you want to hug me?”
Then she sighed, like giving in. “Alright, hug me and I’ll let go.”
Jiang Mi’s fist slowly unclenched. She flattened her hand, gently wrapping it from Yan Wei’s waist to her back. Yan Wei rejected the robotic gesture, her tone somewhere between a command and a plea: “Like I did.”
“Yongping feels a flicker of pain, then starts to get angry—so the next action should be a bit rough. Close-up here—grab her waist harder,” Jiang Qu instructed.
Jiang Mi was silent for two seconds. Her expression darkened. She bit her lip, grabbed Yan Wei’s arm, and reversed their positions. She leaned in, full of complicated anger. She yanked up Yan Wei’s lace blouse, dug her fingers into Yan Wei’s waist with force, then slowly moved upward.
Her deliberately roughened fingers ravaged the silky skin beneath them.
Suddenly, she felt Yan Wei’s body tremble slightly.
But she couldn’t tell… whether Yan Wei was acting—
or truly trembling.