After Filming A Lesbian Movie With The Straight Girl I Like - Chapter 27

Chapter 27: A Bite of Red Wine Cheesecake

 

Qin Cong’an hesitated for a moment, wondering whether it was “roommate” or “roommate”, but in the end, she chose to believe the most innocent explanation. After all, while Xu Ling could be absurd sometimes, she probably wouldn’t introduce her ex-girlfriend so casually right in front of her.

 

Thinking back on the photos, there really hadn’t been anything intimate between them—just standing closely together. It would be reasonable to say they were just good girlfriends.

 

So the sudden breakup she’d assumed must have happened was really just because Li Yan had graduated and gone to another country. No wonder they hadn’t kept in touch, but still followed each other online.

 

The person beside her put away their phone and was about to stand up.

 

Qin Cong’an grabbed her wrist. “What are you doing?”

 

“Hmm? Nothing, I was just going to go back to my seat and eat my cake,” Xu Ling replied. Since Qin Cong’an clearly wasn’t interested in her story, and the conversation had stalled, it was a bit awkward to stay here.

 

Qin Cong’an dragged the plate with the cake over to her side. “You can eat it here.”

 

“Oh…” Xu Ling found her behavior strange. She wouldn’t listen to her talk, but wouldn’t let her leave either—what was that supposed to mean?

 

“Is baking difficult?”

 

“…Are you mocking me?” Xu Ling asked after swallowing a bite of cake, slowly turning to look at her.

 

“No, I’m seriously asking. I don’t know anything about it.”

 

“I think it depends on talent. Some people make it taste good without much effort, and some just never get the hang of it. But beyond the results, the process itself is really healing. Whether you’re doing it yourself or watching someone else, seeing dough slowly rise is just… happiness.”

 

She glanced at her after speaking, thinking she’d probably gone on too long again and lost Qin Cong’an’s interest.

 

“I see,” Qin Cong’an said. “What else makes you feel happy?”

 

Xu Ling froze. Looking at her face, she blurted out, “Moments like this—sneaking out with you. It feels really happy.”

 

Qin Cong’an looked into her eyes and felt her cheeks heat up like something had scorched them. She turned her face away and looked at the cake. “Let me have a bite.”

 

Realizing what she’d just said, Xu Ling wanted to die of embarrassment. But Qin Cong’an didn’t seem mad—nor particularly moved either. Snapping back to her senses, she turned to call over the waiter to get a clean spoon, but Qin Cong’an spoke again.

 

“Do you mind if I use your spoon?”

 

Xu Ling didn’t mind. She could eat off any part of her, really. She just didn’t want Qin Cong’an to mind. Turning back, she saw that Qin Cong’an had already opened her mouth slightly, waiting.

 

Can she eat me instead of cake? Please let everyone else in this store disappear.

 

Xu Ling picked up the spoon, scooped a bite of Basque cheesecake, and brought it to her mouth. Their tongues had already been intertwined more than a few times, and now that tongue took the smooth bite of cake and swallowed. She even licked the cream from her lips afterward. The cake looked delicious—her moist lips, even more so.

 

As Xu Ling spaced out, a waiter approached their table.

 

“Is there anything I can help you with?” the server asked.

 

Ahhhhhh! Xu Ling screamed inside. Go away! Leave!

 

Qin Cong’an calmly turned to the server. “No.”

 

“Oh, okay,” the server said. She’d been watching them for a while—it was hard not to. They stood out too much. When she thought she saw a chance to be useful, she rushed over. “Um, are you Qin Cong’an and Xu Ling? C-can I take a photo with you?”

 

Xu Ling was a bit surprised that the girl even recognized her. Alright, fine, you don’t have to leave now.

 

“Is it okay?” she asked Qin Cong’an. She didn’t know what the protocol was.

 

Qin Cong’an nodded. “It’s fine, but please don’t post it online while we’re filming.”

 

The server nodded furiously, promising not to upload anything. She pulled out her phone immediately.

 

“I’ll take it,” Xu Ling offered, taking the phone. She had long arms and knew all the right selfie angles. She positioned the server between them.

 

Noticing Qin Cong’an’s expressionless face in the preview, Xu Ling said, “Ms. Qin, can you smile a bit?”

 

Qin Cong’an shifted her gaze from the phone to Xu Ling’s defined side profile, then back to the camera, and offered a small smile.

 

The server took her phone back and looked at the picture, practically fainting from joy. Her legs kicked in excitement. “Thank you! Are you filming nearby?”

 

“I’m afraid we can’t say,” Qin Cong’an replied.

 

“Oh, sorry! I wish you all the best in filming! I’m really looking forward to it!” The server grinned so wide she could barely speak. “You’re both so beautiful. You look so perfect together!”

 

Perfect together? The two looked at each other, then quickly looked away.

 

The server gushed a few more compliments before returning to the counter to grind coffee beans.

 

In the small café filled with the rich scent of coffee, silence fell. Thankfully, the shop was by the street, so the sound of passing cars kept it from being too awkward.

 

Xu Ling mumbled, “I think we already have CP fans…”

 

“Mm.” Qin Cong’an took a sip of coffee. “You called me Ms. Qin.”

 

“…Is that a problem too? Doesn’t everyone call you that? Even though I don’t really get why.”

 

Yeah. Qin Cong’an realized she really had fallen for her. Even an ordinary title from Xu Ling’s mouth felt loaded with special meaning—it made her heart flutter.

 

But what about Xu Ling? Qin Cong’an looked at her side profile as she ate cake. Even though the whole Li Yan-as-an-ex thing was a misunderstanding, Xu Ling clearly did have an ex. When she’d asked after the concert, Xu Ling hadn’t denied it. And there was that novel about rekindled romance…

 

So the real question was: where had she gone last night? And who did she meet?

 

Feeling the awkwardness lingering, Xu Ling circled back to their earlier topic—baking. “Is the cake good?”

 

“It’s alright.”

 

“Right? Better than expected. But fresh ones taste even better. It’s a shame my roommate graduated—I haven’t had anything freshly baked like that in a while.”

 

“You really do love mil—”

 

Xu Ling nearly choked to death on a bite of Basque.

 

“—milk-flavored things,” Qin Cong’an finished, handing her a tissue and patting her as she coughed.

 

Seeing Xu Ling’s eyes turn red from coughing, she suddenly asked, “Where did you go last night?”

 

…Can you not attack her when she’s weak and vulnerable?!

 

Xu Ling wiped her mouth and cleared her throat, giving a half-truth: “Went for a massage. I’ve been so tired lately and hadn’t fully recovered. I try to go relax when I can.”

 

Qin Cong’an stayed silent.

 

Xu Ling pulled out her phone to show her the payment record as proof.

 

“Why didn’t you invite me?”

 

“You? You’d get recognized for sure.” Xu Ling sipped her mocha, casually asking, “So if I had invited you last night, would you have gone?”

 

“No.”

 

…She still didn’t know whether Qin Cong’an had stayed at the hotel last night.

 

“I don’t like being touched by others.”

 

“…Huh?” That’s rich coming from you.

 

Qin Cong’an looked at her. “But recently I have been feeling a little sore. Oh, and the last time you gave me a massage, it felt really nice.”

 

Xu Ling blinked. Was she not human, or was she not someone else?

 

But she understood her meaning. She nodded, suddenly very thirsty. The mocha didn’t help, so she asked the server for a glass of water and downed it in one gulp.

 

They left the café and walked back to the building where they were filming.

 

“I’m surprised you didn’t get lost,” Qin Cong’an remarked.

 

“I am a bit directionally challenged, but I tried really hard to be on time,” Xu Ling said, pursing her lips. “If I’m late, Director Chang might ban me from going out again.”

 

The implication: she wanted more chances to go out again.

 

Qin Cong’an understood and nodded.

 

The building was old—no elevator. They had to take the stairs. Qin Cong’an walked behind her, watching her hair bounce with each step, the way her clothes shifted at her waist. Her chest stirred like a breeze had passed through it.

 

After filming, they returned to the hotel and ended up in the same elevator.

 

Xu Ling stood tall like a pine tree, but her mind was filled with thoughts of massage. Suddenly, something touched her hand. She looked down in surprise—Qin Cong’an had slipped something into it. She felt it. It was a card.

 

Xu Ling froze. She stared at the back of Qin Cong’an’s head, holding her breath.

 

She’d given her her room card. That meant… she could come and go from her room anytime now? Was that okay? Was she not worried about being seen? Or seeing something she shouldn’t?

 

Back in her room, Xu Ling freshened up and even sprayed a bit of citrus-green tea perfume that Qin Cong’an liked. With the card in hand, she set off.

 

Now, she no longer had to wait nervously outside for her to open the door—though truthfully, those anxious moments had a bit of thrill to them.

 

The door opened smoothly, and Xu Ling slipped inside. Qin Cong’an was half-lying on the sofa, reading. Xu Ling walked over and sat beside her.

 

Qin Cong’an set her book aside and casually wrapped an arm around her waist. “That was quick. I haven’t even finished a page.”

 

Xu Ling felt like she was being teased for being too eager.

 

“I was worried your back would ache without my massage,” Xu Ling said, kneading her arm lightly. “Let’s go to the bed—this spot’s not great.”

 

Qin Cong’an stretched both arms out straight, silently asking to be pulled up.

 

Xu Ling got up and scooped her into a bridal carry. Qin Cong’an, surprised, wrapped her arms around her neck. “You’re stronger than you look.”

 

Xu Ling might be skinny, but she never slacked off during fitness or boxing. She’d been eating and resting well lately too. Besides, Qin Cong’an wasn’t heavy.

 

After dropping her onto the bed, Qin Cong’an lay down flat, clearly ready to enjoy herself. Xu Ling disappeared for a moment, then returned—holding a bottle of red wine.

 

“I heard red wine massages are great for your skin. It has antioxidants, anti-inflammatory properties, boosts collagen production—makes you soft and glowy.”

 

“Shhh. Too chatty. I’ll leave it to you,” Qin Cong’an said, settling back down with just a twitch of her toes.

 

Xu Ling grabbed her ankle, climbed on the bed, and undid her shirt buttons. She had her lie on her stomach. Such a cooperative little cake. She efficiently removed all her toppings.

 

Pouring wine into her palm, the rich scent filled the room. Was it her imagination, or did it smell like buttered toast?

 

Cool and smooth, Xu Ling’s hand glided over her back. Qin Cong’an shuddered, and Xu Ling’s chest clenched. This sensation—it was silkier than any cream.

 

She wanted… to taste it.

 

But she was massaging. Who the hell massages with their tongue?

 

Xu Ling pressed gently on her shoulder. “How’s this? Should I go harder?”

 

“Mm.”

 

Xu Ling increased the pressure. “Your shoulders are really tight, miss. Relax a little… yes, like that.”

 

Face buried in the pillow, Qin Cong’an’s voice was muffled. “You’re really getting into character.”

 

“Huh? What do you mean, miss?” Xu Ling leaned down, blowing warm air into her ear.

 

“Nothing. Just keep massaging. Don’t harass the client.”

 

Right after she said that, she felt those hands sliding sideways.

 

So soft it was ridiculous. Xu Ling’s fingers tingled. Taking a deep breath, she mischievously kneaded two soft little grapes. Hearing a suppressed moan, she burst into laughter.

 

Seeing her arched back, Xu Ling’s hands slid lower to her waist, pressing gently, afraid she might snap her slim torso in two.

 

The red wine soaked into her skin. Xu Ling poured more into her hand, even added a little moisturizer, mixing it seriously like a pastry chef, then laid her hands back down.

 

The wine was cold, her hands were hot—and everything they touched turned warm.

 

She didn’t know how her kneading skills would fare with actual dough, but these two… were perfect: smooth, soft, and bouncy. She couldn’t resist giving them a playful slap—watching them jiggle.

 

Suddenly, her wrist was seized. Qin Cong’an had turned and grabbed her—with some force. Xu Ling panicked and tried to pull back, but that hand dragged hers toward somewhere very warm.

 

“Miss!” Xu Ling cried, “What are you doing?!”

 

The dedicated Chef Xu withdrew her hand, licked off whatever had gotten on it, then continued kneading her calves, soothing the pretty legs that had walked two staircases for their date today.

 

Halfway through baking, Xu Ling flipped the cake, starting again from the base, evenly coating everything.

 

Red wine-flavored cake wasn’t easy to make, but this one smelled amazing—just one whiff had your mouth watering. Every note was blended perfectly.

 

The cake’s temperature was just right. Xu Ling tasted some of the syrup that oozed out, nodded in satisfaction. “Grape flavored. Miss, would you like a taste?”

 

Qin Cong’an propped herself up, looking at her.

 

Xu Ling stared at the bitten lips between two little cakes, wanting to crawl over and feed her the syrup, but instead—slap! Her face stung suddenly.

 

She slapped her?!

 

“Who said you could eat it?”

 

Xu Ling clutched her cheek, looking pitiful. “It was dripping! I was just trying to help—it would’ve made a mess.”

 

Qin Cong’an flipped her over, pinned her down, grabbed the wine bottle. One hand pressed against her collarbone, the other poured wine into her mouth, warning her, “Then be careful not to make a mess.”

 

Only the first mouthful went down. The rest spilled out. She nearly choked, had no time to cough or wipe the mess away before it was all stolen—along with her breath. She nearly drowned right there on the bed.

 

Tears welled up from being choked. So aggrieved. She’d undressed her so gently, massaged her so carefully—and this was the thanks?

 

One hand around Qin Cong’an’s neck, the other holding a piece of ruined fabric, she asked, “Can you make me like that too?”

 

“Are you always like this?” Qin Cong’an narrowed her eyes like a black cat.

 

Xu Ling tilted her head. “What?”

 

Qin Cong’an snatched the cloth and tied Xu Ling’s wrists together.

 

Fine then. Break her. Break her completely. Make her so ruined she can’t film tomorrow. Let her lie here in bed all day waiting to be ruined again when she comes back.

 

Xu Ling wanted cake—but instead, cake was smashed all over her. It hurt. But even a single lick was sweet—milky and full of grape.