After Filming A Lesbian Movie With The Straight Girl I Like - Chapter 13

Chapter 13: “You bit my lip.”

Xu Ling’s breathing quickened for a moment, then she thought—well, where else would she be? Who else would she be with?

She replied on purpose, coldly:
“Mn.”

There was no further reply. Xu Ling climbed off the bed and went to wait by the door. When she heard the knock, she silently counted to five before opening it.

When Qin Cong’an entered, she frowned slightly and asked, “You were standing right by the door? Why didn’t you open it right away?”

“…” Xu Ling was embarrassed. “What do you mean standing by the door? I came over as soon as I heard the knock.”

“Really? I didn’t hear your footsteps,” Qin Cong’an said as she walked further inside.

“I walk softly, okay? Besides, is the soundproofing really that bad?” Xu Ling followed her in and asked, “So… why did you come see me?”

Her tone carried that unfamiliar distance between them.

Qin Cong’an sat down on the sofa, gestured at her, and patted her thigh.

Xu Ling couldn’t help swallowing. Her feet moved toward her almost involuntarily.

So spineless.

She walked over, stood right in front of her—but hesitated slightly.

Qin Cong’an directly pulled her by the arm, and Xu Ling landed squarely on her lap.

They were suddenly very close. Xu Ling smelled that familiar citrus scent on her—this time with a hint of floral sweetness. Pear blossoms, maybe? It was fresh and soft. She really liked it. She swallowed again.

Qin Cong’an, holding her by the waist, asked, “What were you and Gu Qi talking about today?”

Xu Ling hadn’t expected that question. Was that really important?

She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she asked, “I thought you came to talk about something else. Like… why you ignored me all day?”

Qin Cong’an’s hand on her thigh tightened. “What do you think?”

Xu Ling gave a muffled grunt but still didn’t understand. “Can you just say what’s on your mind? How am I supposed to guess what you’re thinking?”

Qin Cong’an’s grip tightened again—it was starting to hurt. She asked, “Why did you touch my thigh during filming yesterday?”

“…You’re mad because of that? I told you—I was helping you get into character.”

“I don’t need help,” Qin Cong’an said, enunciating every word. “I can get into character on my own. You just startled me.”

“So that’s perfect then—Wen Xi was supposed to be startled in the scene.” Xu Ling said seriously, “That’s why I did it. And didn’t that take turn out great?”

Qin Cong’an leaned her head back and exhaled deeply. “So everything you did was just for the scene?”

“Of course. Didn’t I already tell you that?” Xu Ling said. “You were too calm before. Maybe it’s because we’ve hugged too many times and you’re used to it now? So I gave you a little extra jolt.”

Xu Ling looked at her face, thinking, She’s mad because she’s afraid someone will find out and it’ll get back to her boyfriend, right?

Sure enough, the next thing she heard from Qin Cong’an was:

“Have you ever thought about how messy it would be if someone found out?”

Xu Ling sneered internally and didn’t want to speak anymore. She leaned in, trying to bite down hard on her lips.

Qin Cong’an turned her face away. Xu Ling’s kiss landed at the corner of her lips. She gripped her waist harder and said, “From now on, unless we’re in one of our rooms, don’t do this. Got it?”

Xu Ling ignored her and kissed her hard, forcefully pushing her tongue in and cutting off whatever she was about to say.

But Qin Cong’an stubbornly refused to respond. Xu Ling got so angry she wanted to bite her lips raw.

She pulled back and glared at her. “Then what about last time on set? When you drank from my coffee cup? That was okay?”

“How is that the same as you reaching under the covers to touch my thigh?”

“…” Okay, Xu Ling wavered a bit, then muttered, “We were under the blanket. No one could see.”

“Anyway, promise me you won’t do that again.”

“Fine.” Xu Ling answered, not very willingly. Then she leaned over again and kissed her harshly. Qin Cong’an still didn’t respond. Xu Ling snapped, “I said I got it! What else do you want?”

“You still haven’t answered my question.” Qin Cong’an’s lips were swollen—red, wet with Xu Ling’s saliva, looking soft and shiny under the light.

“What question?”

“What were you talking about with Gu Qi?”

Xu Ling had forgotten all about that. As she tugged down Qin Cong’an’s collar, she answered, “Sister Huai gave me two tickets to a concert. I asked her to go with me.”

“What concert?”

“Jiang Ruzhi’s.”

“Oh, I want to go too. Got any more tickets?”

“…” Xu Ling froze. She wanted to say Don’t you hate music? but saying that would make it seem like she knew too much about her—like she’d read everything available online. “No more. There were only two.”

Xu Ling did feel a little regretful. If she’d asked her first, it would’ve been better. But now she’d already promised Gu Qi, and they’d even bonded over it all day—it’d feel wrong to go back on that.

“I’ll ask Jiang Ruzhi for tickets myself.”

“Huh?”

“We’re pretty close,” Qin Cong’an said, and then leaned in to kiss her—finally taking the initiative.

Xu Ling was dazed. She wasn’t sure what surprised her more—that Qin Cong’an was close with Jiang Ruzhi, or that she was finally kissing her of her own accord.

Jiang Ruzhi was known to be gay. She never said it directly, but her fans all understood.

A large portion of her fanbase were also queer. The people she hung out with all seemed… not straight.

In this society, people might joke or obsess over queer pairings, but no one ever clearly states their orientation. Because the moment you come out, the next day your workload might drop in half. Endorsements could vanish.

Their film certainly wouldn’t promote itself as a lesbian romance—even if everyone knew the truth.

Two female leads. Just a story of their “bond.”

Xu Ling shook off her thoughts. She had a moment where she truly believed Qin Cong’an was gay too—since she was close with Jiang Ruzhi.

But that was just speculation. What was a fact was that Qin Cong’an had a boyfriend.

She’d even considered whether the boyfriend was a cover. But that couldn’t be—Xie Jing called her often, and even if she was annoyed, she always answered.

Xu Ling desperately wanted to leave a mark on her—to claim her. Every time felt like the last, and it made her want to cry.

Qin Cong’an tasted bl00d in her mouth.

She frowned, pushed her away, and wiped her lips with her hand. “You bit me.”

“…Sorry.”

“How am I supposed to go on camera tomorrow? I thought you cared about the shoot—why’d you bite me like this?”

Faced with her rapid-fire questions, Xu Ling was deeply guilty.

Because she liked her. Because she was jealous. Because she hated that she had a boyfriend—she wanted to bite her until it showed, wanted everyone to know that while she was dating a guy, she was secretly having a great time with her too.

“Say something.” Qin Cong’an pinched her.

The pain made Xu Ling feel good. She clenched her teeth, looked down at her bloody lip, and licked it. “Sorry. You can bite me back.”

Qin Cong’an obediently bit her back—hard enough to draw bl00d.

Xu Ling cried out loud.

Qin Cong’an softened, licking the wound gently like she was applying medicine. But it stung even more. Then she actually grabbed ointment and applied it properly.

“Stop crying. Does it hurt?”

Xu Ling wanted to say: I’m crying from pleasure. I like it when you hurt me a little. I like it when you’re rough.

But of course, she didn’t say that.

“Got a flare-up of lip inflammation,” she lied.

The next day on set, when Director Chang Ning saw her lips, she asked what happened. That’s what she answered.

“Why don’t you just apply lip balm more often…” Chang Ning sighed and scratched her head. “Okay, then today let’s shoot something else. It looks like you got kissed too hard. We can film some post-intimacy scenes to let the audience imagine things.”

There weren’t any actual kissing scenes in the film. The steamy scenes in the script were meant to be shot in a hazy, suggestive way—not explicitly physical.

Xu Ling silently looked down, playing with her fingers.

Chang Ning consulted with the screenwriter and decided to add a new scene to deepen the emotional arc. Whether it would be used was uncertain—they’d decide in post-editing.

That morning, Wen Xi walked out of her room and ran into Jian Yu brushing her teeth in the bathroom.

Jian Yu glanced at her bruised lips, quickly looked away, then grinned foolishly at Wen Xi in the mirror—earning an eye-roll.

They brushed their teeth side-by-side in front of the mirror. The air was filled with mint… and unspoken tension.

People started talking again:

“Totally fits Jian Yu’s wild little beast energy—she doesn’t know how to hold back.”

“Big sis is annoyed but secretly loving it, huh?”

“God I just want them to actually kiss already.”

“Whoa, bold of you to say—go pitch that to Director Chang.”

That afternoon, they shot some training sequences.

Qin Cong’an had fake injuries applied to her face, so her bruised lip no longer looked like a love bite or a result of lip inflammation—it looked like a sparring injury.

Even when hurt and not fully recovered, they still trained.

Wen Xi and Jian Yu were tough women—if they only had one arm left, they’d train it twice as hard.

That evening, there was a scene of Wen Xi applying medicine to Jian Yu’s injuries. By then, the characters’ relationship was already very intimate.

While Wen Xi applied ointment, she leaned gently against Jian Yu’s back, her lips brushing lightly—full of affection and longing.

The lighting was dim. On camera, with post-editing effects, it would appear as if lit only by moonlight.

But the set was, of course, much brighter.

Xu Ling had her back exposed. Even though her front was well-covered, and everyone around her was female, she still felt self-conscious.

When she’d been a model, others would casually strip to save time. But she always preferred to stay clothed, and never dared look at others. She got so good at quickly changing clothes just to avoid trouble.

It didn’t take Meng Bo long to see through her—her orientation was obvious. Pretending didn’t help, but luckily Meng Bo wasn’t one to gossip.

While the makeup artist applied special effects to her back, they clearly saw a few faint marks—evidence of a passionate night.

The kind of marks left from rough activity in bed.

Though they were fading, they were still noticeable on close inspection.

The crew was full of gossip.

The makeup artist was already mentally speculating who Xu Ling had been hooking up with on set.