After Filming A Lesbian Movie With The Straight Girl I Like - Chapter 10

Chapter 10: “Not Sleeping Tonight.”

Xu Ling cleared her throat, tightened the belt of her bathrobe, and said, “The moment she saw the cake, she was probably just happy—because she knew it was a surprise from Wen Xi. But soon after, she thought of how her parents used to celebrate her birthday, so sadness probably took up about 70%. When she saw Wen Xi, maybe the sadness dropped to 30%?”

She asked, “That serious enough for you?”

There were many gaps in the script—it wasn’t all that detailed. Some shooting details wouldn’t even be finalized until the moment of filming.

Qin Cong’an said, “When Jian Yu makes her birthday wish, she’s probably thinking of her parents, right? Then when she opens her eyes and sees Wen Xi, her first thought might be that she feels like family too.”

Xu Ling nodded. “Yeah.”

When filming, her expression would need to be full of emotion.

But this was a difficult scene for both of them. Jian Yu had complicated feelings, and Wen Xi was also emotionally unsettled. She had no family, so she couldn’t really understand Jian Yu’s emotions—but she wanted to. She wanted Jian Yu’s wish to come true, wanted her to be happy.

“So…” Qin Cong’an asked, “don’t you think it’s kind of abrupt to start the intimate scenes from here?”

Xu Ling went quiet.

“There’s nothing in this moment that would make either of them want to get physically close to the other, right?”

Xu Ling had heard that Qin Cong’an often pushed to cut romantic scenes, so this was probably where it started?

But they’d already slept together multiple times—what was there to avoid anymore?

Xu Ling cooled off fast and picked up her own script to look it over.

Even though her first instinct was to think Qin Cong’an was nitpicking, Xu Ling had to admit she had a point. It was kind of unreasonable.

When Jian Yu made her wish and thought of her parents, and then opened her eyes to see Wen Xi—she would naturally view her as a kind of family member.

Wen Xi even more so. She had always felt she couldn’t do anything inappropriate with Jian Yu. She even hated the vague feelings she had that seemed “wrong,” and she suspected something was off with herself.

Neither of them had a reason to get physical with each other.

The script simply read: [Blow out the candle. Lock eyes. Hug. Kiss?]

There was a question mark after the kiss—probably because the writer, Chang Ning, also felt it didn’t quite fit.

Xu Ling said, “How about this—no hug. Jian Yu gives Wen Xi a kiss on the cheek because her home environment was warm like that. But Wen Xi obviously isn’t used to it and reacts strongly.”

Xu Ling continued, “Then Jian Yu thinks she’s weird and tries to tease her a little, but gets snapped at… maybe they even have a small argument? And then Jian Yu figures it out.”

Qin Cong’an thought about it and nodded. “That could work. During the argument, Wen Xi might accidentally say something that reveals her feelings aren’t purely sisterly.”

“Jian Yu didn’t really see her as a sister either. It’s just that on her birthday, she craved family.”

“Mm.” Qin Cong’an lowered her head and jotted notes into her script. “Looks like that day, they won’t get to the final step.”

That was Xu Ling’s thought too, but she asked, “Why does it sound like you just don’t want to film with me?”

Qin Cong’an looked up. “Where did you get that idea?”

“Isn’t that what this is?”

“There’s no such thing as want or don’t want—just trying to make the storyline more reasonable,” Qin Cong’an said, then looked down again. “Don’t you want to do a good job?”

Of course Xu Ling wanted to do a good job—but she felt like she’d wasted her perfume. Qin Cong’an hadn’t even looked at her twice.

Qin Cong’an was wearing a pair of comfy long pants, her legs bent on the couch, a bit of her lower leg exposed.

Xu Ling’s long fingers reached out and lightly brushed along that delicate stretch of skin. As she did, she said, “They chased people all night and didn’t celebrate until the next day. They must’ve been exhausted.”

“Yeah.”

“So to simulate the feeling of pulling an all-nighter, shouldn’t we also stay up all night?”

Qin Cong’an leaned closer, caught her hand, and their faces were just inches apart—she could feel her breath on her skin. “You sure?”

Xu Ling suddenly lost her nerve a bit—not so sure anymore. She saw Qin Cong’an’s fingers twined with hers and said, “I mean, not sleeping at all isn’t realistic, but… we can’t exactly send you back to your room to sleep now.”

Qin Cong’an placed a hand on Xu Ling’s chest—more accurately, over her heart. “When they were chasing people, their heart rate must’ve hit 160. What can we do to reach that heart rate?”

Xu Ling could feel her heartbeat pounding under Qin Cong’an’s hand—thump-thump-thump-thump, wild and fast. Her voice came out raspy: “What do you think mine is right now?”

“I don’t know,” Qin Cong’an said. “But you smell good. This scent is nice—really suits you.”

Xu Ling could barely breathe. Forget 160—she was probably pushing 180.

She reached out and took off Qin Cong’an’s glasses, then gently took the script out of her hand and placed it on the table.

She straddled her lap, hands behind her neck, chest pressed to hers. She licked her lips and said, “I knew you’d like it.”

Qin Cong’an’s vision was slightly blurry without her glasses, but they were close enough—she could see Xu Ling’s every expression clearly.

She wrapped an arm around her waist and asked, “So what—you wore that perfume just because you knew I liked it?”

“Yup.”

“Why?”

“Then will you answer my question from before? Why did you ask someone else for my WeChat? And why did you use your alt account instead of adding me with your main? That way you could’ve just added me from the group chat.”

Qin Cong’an didn’t answer. Instead, as Xu Ling spoke, she started nuzzling into her neck, lips brushing her skin, making her voice tremble by the end.

Xu Ling quickly forgot about the question. All she knew was that Qin Cong’an was getting closer and closer.

Their bodies were getting hotter and hotter—like they could burn each other up.

Xu Ling felt amazing—completely overwhelmed. She kissed every place that made her heart race, and her heartbeat never calmed down—it just surged again and again.

She nearly passed out several times, but she wasn’t sure if Qin Cong’an had taken her words—“we’re not sleeping tonight”—too seriously, because she really never let her go.

Xu Ling didn’t know when she finally fell asleep. All she remembered was the dizziness and a few moments where the sunlight outside the window pierced her eyes.

Knock knock knock!

The banging startled her awake. Her head throbbed—but the knocking… that had to be Huai-jie!

She glanced at the woman curled up in her arms. Crap!

Xu Ling scrambled to get dressed, yanked the blanket up to cover Qin Cong’an’s head completely, and ran to open the door.

“Huai-jie!”

“You’re doing this again? Not picking up your phone!” Yi Huai frowned. “Good thing you’re actually in your own room today. Otherwise, I’d seriously knock on every actor’s door one by one—believe me?”

“……” Xu Ling could already feel the secondhand embarrassment imagining that scene.

“I was just up late reading the script,” Xu Ling lied without hesitation. Not entirely untrue, technically—they had been studying the script, just in a very… in-depth way.

Yi Huai peeked into the room and pulled at her shirt, sniffing. “What’s that smell?”

“Huh?” Xu Ling quickly pulled her shirt back. “Sweat. Probably sweat.”

“You sweat in your sleep?” Yi Huai frowned. “But it doesn’t smell like sweat… it smells familiar. What is it…?”

She drifted into thought—it smelled so familiar, but she couldn’t quite place it.

“It’s just the hotel’s scent diffuser, haha!” Xu Ling gave a forced laugh. “Okay, Huai-jie, I need to get ready now!”

“Fine, I’ll wait for you by the elevator.”

As she closed the door, Xu Ling heard Yi Huai talking to someone else.

It was Lin Xinnuo’s voice: “Huai-jie, have you seen An-jie?”

“No, she’s not in her room?”

“Don’t know—she hasn’t opened the door.”

Xu Ling panicked and quickly locked the door behind her, running to the bed to wake Qin Cong’an.

Qin Cong’an was awake but still lying there, staring blankly at the ceiling.

“Your assistant is already looking for you!”

“It’s fine.”

“How is it fine?! Hurry and get dressed, what are we gonna say if they find out?”

Qin Cong’an frowned and sat up. “You’re so noisy. What’s the problem? We were just running lines all night, right?”

“……” Not wrong, technically.

But Xu Ling hadn’t told Yi Huai that Qin Cong’an was in her room. If it were just for running lines, she would’ve been upfront—nothing to hide, right?

If Qin Cong’an suddenly said she’d been running lines with her all night, Yi Huai would definitely get suspicious!

“My body’s so sore,” Qin Cong’an muttered, stretching her neck.

She was so relaxed—while Xu Ling was on the verge of a heart attack. She walked over and asked, “Where does it hurt?”

“Everywhere.”

Xu Ling got on the bed behind her and started massaging her shoulders.

Qin Cong’an reached back and placed her hand on Xu Ling’s leg. “Your knee’s okay?”

“Yeah, almost fully healed. Plus, the bed’s soft.” Xu Ling pressed harder, moving from her shoulders down to her arms. “Why didn’t you ask about my knee last night?”

“Who had time to think about that last night?”

Xu Ling blushed. Honestly, she had forgotten too—there wasn’t much pain or bruising left.

After she finished massaging her arms, she said, “Okay now? Hurry and get dressed.”

“Don’t rush me.” Qin Cong’an had that lazy, slightly raspy voice people have right after waking up—like a kitten.

A naked kitten.

Xu Ling climbed off the bed, tossed her some clothes, and went to wash up. Looking in the mirror, she couldn’t decide if she looked pale or flushed, and while she didn’t look unwell, she certainly didn’t look well-rested either.

By the time she finished freshening up and came out, Qin Cong’an had already left.

Xu Ling let out a long breath of relief.

But the moment she stepped out of her room, her heart nearly stopped—Qin Cong’an, her assistant Lin Xinnuo, and Yi Huai were all standing by the elevator.

She really should’ve left earlier.

The elevator arrived, and all four of them got in.

Yi Huai asked Qin Cong’an, “Didn’t sleep well either?”

“Mm. The scene today is important. I spent more time studying it.”

Xu Ling’s heart was racing so fast, it physically hurt—but thank god she didn’t say she had been in her room all night “studying”… and very thoroughly.