After Filming A Lesbian Movie With The Straight Girl I Like - Chapter 32

Chapter 32: “Are You Crazy? You Bit My Foot!”

 

That night, the scene was being filmed in a narrow alley of the old district—shots featuring Qin Cong’an. The two of them didn’t have any scenes together today, so Xu Ling could’ve gone back to the hotel early, but she didn’t.

 

Yi Huai said to her, “Aren’t you tired? You’ve been running around all afternoon. You should get some rest.”

 

“Just sitting here is rest too,” Xu Ling replied seriously. “Besides, watching a senior act and watching Director Chang work on set is a valuable learning experience.”

 

Qin Cong’an had been listening to Director Chang talk, but suddenly looked over at Xu Ling.

 

Xu Ling happened to not be looking at her just then—she was thinking about something. Why did that sentence sound so familiar?

 

Right—she remembered. There was a morning when she had scenes without Qin Cong’an, but Qin Cong’an still showed up. Director Chang had asked her about it, and she had said she came to watch how the director worked.

 

The difference between people really could be that big. Same words—one was out of dedication and a true desire to learn, and the other… well… Xu Ling admitted it. She was just lovestruck.

 

Anyway, there were only about ten days left. So what if she had a bit of a love brain? It’s not a crime. It wasn’t even real love—just a little indulgence.

 

“I’ll get you a bun,” Yi Huai said, standing up.

 

Xu Ling gave a small nod, then looked back at Qin Cong’an again.

 

Even though Qin Cong’an could pull off those dramatic red carpet dresses, Xu Ling still thought she looked best in simple clothes.

 

A plain white utility vest and a cheap-looking pair of jeans somehow looked like collector’s items on her.

 

Of course, it wasn’t just about the clothes—it was her whole being that made people want to keep her close. Xu Ling stared at her, thinking that even collecting the clothes she had worn wouldn’t be bad.

 

She remembered that shirt from last night—the one that had caught her tears and had been bit hard by Qin Cong’an. If she “accidentally” wore it again, Qin Cong’an probably wouldn’t say anything, right?

 

Wait, was that too creepy? Xu Ling hesitated for a second, then sat up straighter. Wearing the wrong shirt by accident—how was that creepy? At most, it just made her a little scatterbrained!

 

“Here, I warmed it up for you,”

 

The bun suddenly being handed to her startled Xu Ling. She opened it with a guilty look—it was a custard bun and smelled pretty good. “Thanks, Sister Huai.”

 

Xu Ling ate while watching Qin Cong’an rehearse. She mentally stepped out of her “crew member” role and imagined herself as Qin Cong’an’s girlfriend, visiting the set.

 

Humans are truly fascinating. Even made-up fantasies could be satisfying. Even that annoying voice in her head that mocked her—“this could never happen”—somehow added to the thrill.

 

After she finished the bun, the rehearsal wrapped up. Xu Ling sat next to Director Chang, watching the monitor, learning how scenes were framed, and observing the intense chemistry between the two actors.

 

The actor playing Feng Xuelin was Dong Li, a senior in the industry and one of Qin Cong’an’s professors back at film school. He hadn’t acted in a while, and Qin Cong’an had played a role in convincing him to join this film.

 

Dong Li had played many different roles in the past, mostly positive ones due to his naturally kind features. But this time, he was playing a true villain—a type he rarely portrayed.

 

Even though Xu Ling was pretending to be just a girlfriend visiting set, she still learned a lot.

 

The two actors were very experienced, their eyes full of emotion and their performances perfectly balanced—never over-the-top. It really felt like the intense confrontation in the script was happening somewhere real.

 

Especially Dong Li—with such a kind face, just one look could send chills down Xu Ling’s spine.

 

“Cut!” Director Chang called into the megaphone. “That was okay, but it almost hit the peak. Let’s adjust and do it again.”

 

They were all so talented. Xu Ling felt she could never act like that. It wasn’t just about time or experience—there was a fundamental difference between her and true actors.

 

Qin Cong’an had told her she was suited for acting. Was that just being polite? But she didn’t seem like the type to be polite. Or maybe she was just joking because they were filming behind-the-scenes content—just trying to sell it?

 

In the alley scene, Wen Xi was knocked out by Feng Xuelin. He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her deeper into the alley.

 

Of course, they couldn’t actually have Dong Li drag Qin Cong’an by the hair. They used camera angles and techniques to make it look that way.

 

This scene focused heavily on Dong Li’s facial expression—a calm to the point of madness kind of face.

 

Even though the dragging was fake, Xu Ling couldn’t bear to watch. It hurt her to see it.

 

When filming a shot of Qin Cong’an being dragged, her shoe came off. Since Wen Xi was unconscious, she couldn’t react—her heel just scraped along the ground.

 

Director Chang didn’t call cut, and Dong Li, with his back turned, didn’t notice and kept going. When the take ended, they realized Qin Cong’an’s heel had been scraped raw—flesh had been torn.

 

Liang He and several medics rushed over, and Gao Quan came running as well.

 

Xu Ling didn’t hesitate and walked over too. She was a colleague—of course she could show concern.

 

“I’m fine,” Qin Cong’an told everyone, then looked at Xu Ling. “I’m fine.”

 

Dong Li looked guilty. “I’m so sorry.”

 

“It’s okay, Mr. Dong,” Qin Cong’an replied. “As long as that take is usable.” Then she bowed slightly and went backstage to treat her injury.

 

Since she was bleeding, the medics elevated her foot and pressed gauze to the wound. “Let’s see if we can stop the bleeding first.”

 

Xu Ling, just like when Qin Cong’an had once come to her, walked over to her side. As soon as she reached out, Qin Cong’an grabbed her hand.

 

The bleeding stopped—it wasn’t serious. The medics started cleaning out the dirt and gravel from the wound. Qin Cong’an stayed calm, gritting her teeth but not gripping Xu Ling’s hand too tightly.

 

“This take works,” Director Chang said. “Thanks for your hard work. For the scenes at Feng Xuelin’s house, you’ll have to wear just one shoe.”

 

Qin Cong’an nodded. “Okay.”

 

…

 

Back at the hotel

 

Xu Ling figured Sister Quan was probably in Qin Cong’an’s room, so she didn’t dare go there. But she stood outside the door anyway, conflicted. Why not just check on her? It was just concern, like how Qin Cong’an had brought her ointment before. Even if Sister Huai saw, it wouldn’t be misunderstood.

 

Just as she was torn, the door lock suddenly beeped. Someone was using a keycard to open it.

 

“You scared me. What are you doing standing at the door?” Qin Cong’an walked in and closed the door behind her.

 

Xu Ling looked at her, still dazed, then suddenly hugged her tightly. “I was debating whether or not to come see you.”

 

Qin Cong’an hugged her back, patting her on the back. “What, worried about me?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“It’s just a scrape. I won’t die.”

 

Xu Ling quickly looked down at her foot. “A scrape? You lost a whole chunk of skin! Does it still hurt?”

 

“Right now?” Qin Cong’an looked up at her, eyes gleaming. “A little. What should I do?”

 

“Want some painkillers? I’ve got some.”

 

Qin Cong’an tugged on her collar and gave her a kiss. “I’m fine now.”

 

“…?” Xu Ling didn’t know if she was being treated like a child.

 

Qin Cong’an sat on the couch and clapped her hands, beckoning Xu Ling over.

 

Xu Ling knelt on one knee in front of her and lifted her injured foot. The wound was bandaged. She trusted the medics, but she was still worried.

 

Qin Cong’an looked at her and said lazily, “There’s still a chance I’ll get hurt in the next few days. You better be ready.”

 

Xu Ling pouted, then suddenly bent down and bit her ankle.

 

Qin Cong’an instantly pulled her foot back and kicked her lightly on the shoulder with the other. “Are you crazy? You bit my foot? That’s disgusting!”

 

“It’s not. It just smells like medicine.” Xu Ling grabbed her ankle and leaned into her arms. “But your scent is still better. An’an, let’s not get hurt anymore.”

 

Qin Cong’an grabbed her wrists, turned slightly, and pushed her down on the couch. Xu Ling hadn’t meant to go that far, but when she was pinned like that, hands behind her back, her legs went weak.

 

But Qin Cong’an released her hands and instead placed them on her calf, kneading gently and properly.

 

“Your legs must be sore from running stairs this afternoon.”

 

Xu Ling was stunned. “You’re worried about me?” She was even giving her a massage.

 

“I’m fine,” Qin Cong’an said, pressing her thumb into a knot in Xu Ling’s calf.

 

Xu Ling yelped from the pain. “You’re like this, you’ll definitely be sore tomorrow. Let me help ease it.”

 

Xu Ling thought Qin Cong’an must be more tired than her and didn’t want her doing this. She struggled to get up—but then got a slap to the inner thigh.

 

“Try moving again.”

 

Xu Ling froze for a second—then deliberately moved. No slap this time.

 

“Doing it on purpose?” Qin Cong’an pressed down. “Want to be spanked?”

 

Hah. Xu Ling let out an awkward laugh. “As if anyone’s into that.”

 

“Really? I think you are.”

 

Xu Ling pulled over a pillow and rested her upper body on it. She felt a bit defeated—but also weirdly happy that Qin Cong’an saw through her.

 

After a while, Qin Cong’an asked, “Why did you get a motorcycle license when you were abroad?”

 

“Huh?” Xu Ling blinked. “I just did.”

 

“For commuting?”

 

“No, my apartment was close to campus—just walking distance. I rode for fun.”

 

Qin Cong’an pressed harder, making her yelp. “Sorry, but it hurts now so it’ll feel better later.”

 

It did feel kind of good. Even if Qin Cong’an broke her legs, she’d probably still say thank you.

 

“With your roommate?” Qin Cong’an asked.

 

“Yeah, and other college friends, some models too.”

 

“You drove her?”

 

“My roommate? Don’t let her baking skills fool you—” Xu Ling cried out again. “Don’t press so hard!”

 

“Okay, continue.”

 

“Where was I? Oh—she said I drove too slow, wouldn’t even ride with me. She had her own bike.” Xu Ling hugged the pillow, remembering how she’d held Qin Cong’an’s waist on the motorcycle earlier. “Honestly, I don’t like giving rides. Being that close to someone is uncomfortable.”

 

“Is that so?” Qin Cong’an said blankly, pressing even harder. But Xu Ling didn’t react now—like she was used to it. “Then I’m sorry. We still have more motorcycle scenes to shoot.”

 

“It’s not about you.”

 

“What?”

 

“I said, with you, it’s fine.” Xu Ling raised her voice, then softened it again. “I’ve gotten used to it. Besides, it’s just acting.”

 

Right after she said that, she felt Qin Cong’an press down on her back, chest to chest. It wasn’t just touching—Xu Ling felt her hands and feet pinned, her heart clenched tight.

 

Then her ear was flicked by a hot, wet tongue. Xu Ling shivered.

 

“Let’s sleep early tonight,” Qin Cong’an whispered.

 

“…Mhm.” They were both tired. And tomorrow was a big day too. Xu Ling turned her head and mumbled, “Then give me a kiss first.”

 

“I’m going to shower,” Qin Cong’an said, getting up and walking away.

 

Xu Ling clicked her tongue silently. She couldn’t chase after her—so she just held her burning ear and sighed at her own weakness.

 

…

 

Seven Days Left

 

Today was a rehearsal day.

 

Because the most important action scene had both complexity and lengthy makeup and prep time, they dedicated the entire day to rehearsal, locking in framework and details.

 

Xu Ling didn’t have as many moves to memorize as Qin Cong’an. Despite never doing action scenes before this film, she had most of it down.

 

But memorizing was one thing—she also needed to bring the right emotion. Facing the man who killed her parents, facing the possibility of losing the only family she had left—Jian Yu’s emotions ran high.

 

Wen Xi’s scene was even harder. She was locked in a bathroom, one hand cuffed to a vertical steel bar on the window.

 

When she woke up and realized her situation, she calmly tried to free herself—until she heard Jian Yu and Feng Xuelin outside. Then, she lost all calm, broke her arm, and ran out.

 

Qin Cong’an had done many action scenes before—but never one where she had to act with one arm disabled.

 

“Is this the hardest scene you’ve ever done?” Liang He asked.

 

“Maybe,” Qin Cong’an replied, as flat as always.

 

Gao Quan, even knowing her experience, was still visibly worried—more anxious than Qin Cong’an herself.

 

Thankfully, rehearsal went smoothly.

 

Even so, Xu Ling was exhausted that night. She collapsed straight into sleep—wrapped in Qin Cong’an’s arms, breathing in her scent.

 

Why were they sleeping in the same bed, doing nothing? Why, when there were no more flirtatious scenes, were they still holding each other?

 

She didn’t know.

 

She was too tired to think—or to care.

 

…

 

Six Days Left

 

Filming.

 

Five Days Left

 

Filming.

 

Xu Ling’s body was covered in bruises, and so was Qin Cong’an’s.

 

She could no longer smell Qin Cong’an’s scent—only the harsh odor of medicinal balm.

 

But knowing they could count down the remaining filming days on one hand, even that bitter smell felt worth remembering.

 

…

 

Four Days Left

 

They slept in.

 

Until 10:30 a.m., when Qin Cong’an’s phone vibrated and woke them up.

 

Xu Ling sleepily opened her eyes and saw Qin Cong’an pick up her phone. On the screen was a name: Xie Jing.

 

Xu Ling was instantly awake and rolled over, turning her back.

 

Qin Cong’an didn’t seem to answer the call. Xu Ling heard the phone being tossed onto the nightstand.

 

Then her cold body was suddenly enveloped—Qin Cong’an nuzzled into her neck like a sleepy cat.

 

“I’m so tired,” Qin Cong’an murmured, voice sticky and soft. “How many days left?”

 

“Today is day four,” Xu Ling replied—and even she was startled by how stiff and oddly calm her voice sounded.

 

“Still four days?” Qin Cong’an grumbled, burying her face deeper into Xu Ling’s neck. She sniffed the medicated patch and asked, “Does it hurt?”

 

Xu Ling wanted to ask—why didn’t you answer his call? Hadn’t you picked up before even after sleeping with me? You even showed me his cat—the one that’s now your profile pic.

 

Did you break up? Or just have a fight? Are you just waiting to finish this so you can go back to him?

 

A hundred questions.

 

But all that came out was one word: “Yes.”

 

“Let me massage it,” Qin Cong’an said. She peeled off the patch on Xu Ling’s neck and placed a warm palm on the sore spot, gently rubbing.

 

But under her hand, Xu Ling’s shoulder only grew more tense.