After Filming A Lesbian Movie With The Straight Girl I Like - Chapter 31

Chapter 31: “Good girl.”

 

Qin Cong’an thought that the day after she gave her room card to Xu Ling, Xu Ling would give hers in return.

 

But unexpectedly, she’d waited several days and still hadn’t received it. Xu Ling had made it sound nice, saying she couldn’t ignore her… but what did that make Qin Cong’an?

 

So Qin Cong’an directly asked for it. She opened her palm and looked at her.

 

Xu Ling looked back, her steps hesitating between moving forward and retreating.

 

A door opened next door.

 

Xu Ling glanced that way and quickly tried to slip into the room to hide, but Qin Cong’an stretched out her leg and blocked the doorway.

 

It was the same actress from last time. She came out and, once again, saw the two standing at the door. “Hey, I’m heading out to buy something.”

 

“Mm-hmm.” Xu Ling smiled at her.

 

Once the figure disappeared around the corner, Xu Ling looked back at Qin Cong’an and saw her waving her open palm again, as if saying: “No key card, no entry.”

 

Xu Ling had no choice but to return to her own room and grab the spare card. Even holding it, she hesitated. It felt like exchanging key cards was as sacred as exchanging wedding rings… She slapped her forehead. What a lovestruck thought.

 

One hand gave the card, the other hand wrapped around the person.

 

She was finally allowed in. The door clicked shut.

 

“Why do you want it?”

 

“I gave you mine. Shouldn’t you give me yours?”

 

“I won’t even need it. I’ll just come to find you.”

 

“Whether I need it or not, I still have to have it. Isn’t that what being in a relationship means?”

 

Xu Ling’s expression froze. She pulled away and walked inside, visibly deflated. “Don’t talk about relationships and all that.”

 

She sat down on the sofa and looked at Qin Cong’an again, her eyes sparkling with gossip. “Guess what she went out to do?”

 

“Didn’t she say she was buying something?” Qin Cong’an replied lazily, not too interested, and sat directly on Xu Ling’s lap.

 

Xu Ling hugged her waist and said, “I think she went on a date with Director Fang…”

 

Before she could finish, Qin Cong’an pushed her face. Xu Ling was stunned for a second. Then she buried her face in Qin Cong’an’s chest, grumbling, “Why’d you hit me?” Still, she didn’t get mad. She was obedient, seeking comfort on her own.

 

Qin Cong’an patted her head. “Stop gossiping.”

 

“Oh… but it’s not exactly gossip. I heard it from Sister Huai.”

 

“Regardless, shut your mouth.”

 

Xu Ling shut her mouth by kissing her—starting from her chest, moving to her collarbone, to her cheek, and finally her lips. Qin Cong’an pinched her cheeks to part her lips.

 

Didn’t she just tell her to shut her mouth? Xu Ling wanted to speak but was pulled in as if Qin Cong’an had anticipated it. With her hand behind her head, she kissed her deeply, not letting her pull away. Today, too, she tasted like grapefruit.

 

Her lips were so good to kiss.

 

They were both thinking the same thing.

 

After kissing, their lips looked as though they had lip gloss on—like strawberries dipped in syrup, obviously sweet.

 

Qin Cong’an’s eyes were hazy with desire, her gaze toward Xu Ling full of intense heat.

 

Xu Ling raised her hand to cover her eyes. “You’re too good at acting. Don’t make it look like you’re in love with me.”

 

Her hand was soon brushed away. Xu Ling could feel the heat in her gaze, but she no longer looked at her. She lowered her head, curious like a child exploring.

 

Qin Cong’an lifted her chin, making her look at her, but said nothing.

 

Xu Ling looked away and pushed her hand aside. “What? I can’t touch you?”

 

“Why won’t you look at me? Am I not good-looking?”

 

“…” I can’t look. How am I supposed to say that? Xu Ling licked her lips and stared at her chest. “That looks better.”

 

“Is that so.” Qin Cong’an, as she wished, took off her top. Xu Ling stared at those bouncing—

 

“Xu Ling, you’re such a pervert.”

 

Xu Ling was strangely excited by the insult. But the next second, everything went dark—Qin Cong’an threw her top over her eyes. It was still warm with her body heat. Qin Cong’an leaned closer, as if tying a knot behind her head.

 

“Don’t take it off. Or get out of my room.”

 

“…So mean.” But I like it. Fine, I won’t take it off. Xu Ling knew her body well; she could imagine the rest. She skillfully kissed her again, nibbled gently, burning with heat.

 

She couldn’t see, so she used her other senses—smell, touch, taste. That beloved scent of milkiness, unique to Qin Cong’an.

 

Suddenly her mouth was empty, and she was pushed down onto the sofa. “Don’t move.” She heard footsteps. Qin Cong’an… left?!

 

Xu Ling felt a pang of insecurity. She reached up to remove the shirt over her eyes, but then heard a warning “Hmm?”

 

She dropped her hand and reached around. “Where are you?”

 

“Here.” Qin Cong’an replied. “Just grabbing something. Why so anxious?”

 

“Wine?” Xu Ling guessed but got no answer. The next thing she felt was a jolt to her chest—she flinched and shrank back, laughing from the ticklish sensation. “Hey!”

 

“Be quiet.” Qin Cong’an pinched her waist. “Just wait a sec. I just bought this. Let me figure it out.”

 

Xu Ling tried to sit up. “No, Qin Cong’an, let’s figure it out together.” She was scared like this—blinded, all her other senses heightened.

 

But again, she was pressed down. “I said don’t move.”

 

Xu Ling was burning up. Her icy fingers warmed up, as did the even colder—

 

She bit down on the shirt over her eyes to stifle a scream.

 

She didn’t want to be kicked out, so she carefully made sure the cloth didn’t leave her eyes. Tears welled up and soaked her lashes and Qin Cong’an’s shirt.

 

“Such a good girl,” Qin Cong’an praised her. “Good baby.”

 

Xu Ling trembled, the tingling sensation spreading from her toes to her brain.

 

Qin Cong’an kissed her quivering lips as a reward, then pulled the poor, nearly shredded shirt aside and kissed her again, sharing the taste of sweetness.

 

…

 

Day nine of the countdown.

 

Xu Ling was resting in Qin Cong’an’s room when she got a call from Sister Huai. She showered quickly and went downstairs.

 

The morning scenes mainly featured Qin Cong’an. Wen Xi spotted Feng Xuelin on the street, followed him, passed through several places, and was eventually knocked out.

 

Xu Ling saw Qin Cong’an’s leaked photos online during lunch and gasped—so handsome, so handsome she couldn’t even eat. Her heart and thighs both tingled.

 

Thank goodness she rested that morning. If she’d had to film action scenes, she might’ve collapsed on set.

 

“Eat properly,” Yi Huai took her phone and flipped it face down on the table. “You’ve been tired lately. Do you want to faint again?”

 

Well, if she could faint into Qin Cong’an’s arms, who wouldn’t want that? Xu Ling cleared her throat. “Of course not.” She began eating seriously.

 

After lunch, she arrived on set and began rehearsal.

 

After checking the movement path, Xu Ling’s lips twitched. Internally she screamed—Why shoot this kind of scene in Mist City?!

 

How many stairs was she supposed to climb? She couldn’t even see the top!

 

“No problem, right? You rested well this morning, right?” Director Chang Ning gave her a once-over.

 

“No problem.” Xu Ling smiled.

 

“Okay, the drone will follow you. Just keep running up, don’t look back, get to the top, turn once to confirm the direction and escape route. Your gaze must be firm. There’s a car waiting at the top, don’t worry about coming down.”

 

Xu Ling began stretching. Her inner thigh muscles were a bit sore.

 

Chang Ning: “Let’s get it in one take. You don’t want to do it twice, right?”

 

Xu Ling thought: Can life be done in one take? If I could, I’d reincarnate as a dog. A cat would be fine too—whatever Qin Cong’an wants to raise. I don’t want to work this hard anymore.

 

Qin Cong’an came over. Xu Ling was stretching her legs on the stairs. She glanced at her legs in the baggy sweatpants and offered a co-worker’s blessing: “Good luck.”

 

“….” Xu Ling pretended not to hear or see her. But she couldn’t embarrass herself in front of Qin Cong’an. She simply couldn’t.

 

Action.

 

Xu Ling climbed countless stairs, fueled by sheer will not to let Qin Cong’an think she was weak. After what felt like hundreds of steps, she finally reached the top. A road appeared above. She turned around to confirm where Wen Xi had been taken.

 

It was over. The drone began descending.

 

Xu Ling sat on a nearby planter, panting heavily. Her heart raced uncontrollably.

 

A motorcycle pulled up beside her.

 

She looked at the familiar figure—did she see what Qin Cong’an was wearing earlier? Was this her?

 

The person on the bike removed the helmet. Xu Ling forgot to breathe. Her heart slowed for a few seconds in disbelief, then started racing again.

 

Qin Cong’an walked over with a white helmet and handed it to her. “Let’s go.”

 

“Why are you picking me up?”

 

“I volunteered.” Qin Cong’an, seeing she wasn’t taking the helmet, placed it directly on her head and whispered, “Who else do you want to hold onto?”

 

“What?” Xu Ling’s ears were covered, and she didn’t quite catch that.

 

Qin Cong’an leaned in, fastening the chin strap, and repeated louder: “I said, who else do you want to come pick you up?”

 

“Oh.” Xu Ling stared at her blankly. “Of course it’s best if you pick me up.”

 

Qin Cong’an poked her cheek. She looked a little dumb, but cute. She pulled her hand back and smirked. “Wanna take a ride along the river?”

 

“Hm? Can we?”

 

“Of course not.” Qin Cong’an smacked the helmet like saying: What’re you dreaming about?

 

Xu Ling felt her brain slowing down—her reaction lagging.

 

“But just now Director Chang said she wants to add a motorcycle scene for us.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“So… we’ve got ourselves a state-funded date.” Qin Cong’an grabbed her hand. “Let’s go. If we don’t hurry, they’ll think we died in an accident.”

 

Xu Ling felt like she was dreaming. Had she died running those stairs and was now hallucinating her final wish?

 

She sat behind Qin Cong’an, holding her waist. The motorcycle sped downhill. Wind roared in her ears. The banyan trees on the roadside swayed like they were waving.

 

Chang Ning saw the two of them return safely and breathed a sigh of relief. “I regretted it the moment you hit the road. Good thing you’re alright.”

 

“Good thing I had my driver’s license with me.” Qin Cong’an said. It came in handy. If she had driven a car, Xu Ling wouldn’t have come up—but a motorcycle? That was different.

 

Liang He asked, “Can Xu Ling ride?”

 

Xu Ling nodded.

 

“You two can do a lot. Why didn’t you say so earlier? Luckily it’s not too late. Let’s plan a night ride scene along the river—no plot purpose, just vibes, just a date.”

 

Xu Ling was still dazed. “But my motorcycle license is from overseas. I only converted my car license here. I’m not sure if the bike one is valid.”

 

“Sounds like it’s not,” Liang He laughed. “But Jian Yu wasn’t supposed to ride either! You think the cops are gonna show up? There won’t be any!”

 

Liang He patted Xu Ling’s shoulder. “Just wait and let ‘big sister’ take you for a ride.”

 

Xu Ling glanced at her “sister” and quickly looked away.

 

Qin Cong’an asked Director Chang, “Was the earlier scene okay?”

 

“Oh right, I almost forgot that was the main point.” Chang Ning gave Xu Ling a thumbs-up. “No problem. Great job running. Well done.”

 

“Well done.” Qin Cong’an wrapped her arm around Xu Ling’s shoulder and patted it.

 

Xu Ling hadn’t fully recovered yet. Her mind was foggy, but she gave a relaxed smile. At least I don’t have to do that run again. Thank goodness.

 

Still, close-up shots remained. She’d have to climb stairs again—but at least not all the way to the top.

 

And Qin Cong’an would be by her side the whole time.