After Filming A Lesbian Movie With The Straight Girl I Like - Chapter 34

Chapter 34: A Perfect Date

 

Four days remaining.

 

At noon, Xu Ling, the little scatterbrain, wore the wrong clothes—she accidentally left her light blue sleeveless top in Qin Cong’an’s room and walked off wearing Qin Cong’an’s dark gray T-shirt instead.

 

The other party was in the shower and didn’t notice.

 

Xu Ling quickly returned to her own room. It was just a case of wearing the wrong clothes, but why was her heart beating so fast? She stripped the shirt off and stuffed it into her suitcase, pretending she had one just like it all along.

 

Hiding the “evidence,” Xu Ling slumped down weakly in front of her suitcase. What exactly was she doing…? It was ridiculous and pathetic.

 

Why did she have to fall for someone she shouldn’t like? She should’ve ended it long ago—shouldn’t have even started in the first place. She had started a so-called relationship that couldn’t even be called a real one, and she couldn’t handle it at all.

 

She had thought the fake dating game would bring her fleeting happiness, but now she was faced with pain that was a thousand, even ten thousand times stronger than that happiness.

 

Xu Ling reached for the shirt again. Maybe she shouldn’t take it. Maybe she should return it—or just throw it away.

 

This childish action was meaningless, it would only make it harder for her to let go. But she had to let go.

 

Curling up in bed, Xu Ling messaged Meng Bai to ask if she was free, and once she got a reply, she started a video call.

 

“What’s up? Miss me?” Meng Bai’s voice was bright and full of energy—exactly what Xu Ling needed right now.

 

“Yeah,” Xu Ling replied, surprised by the exhaustion in her own voice—especially in contrast to Meng Bai’s.

 

“What’s going on? You sound drained,” Meng Bai asked. “When’s wrap-up? It’s coming soon, right?”

 

“Yeah, just a few more days.” Xu Ling tried to sound a little more alive. “Are you in Beicheng? Once I’m back, let’s grab a meal.”

 

“I’m in Tokyo. I’ll be here for a while. Naoko broke up with her boyfriend, I’m keeping her company,” Meng Bai said. “But Yanzi’s coming the day after tomorrow. Why don’t you come too? The four of us can hang out—it’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

 

Xu Ling wasn’t exactly excited, but she agreed. “Okay, I’ll come after we wrap.” It was a better plan than heading straight to Beicheng—though she did worry Naoko’s breakup vibes might affect her.

 

“Cool. Want to keep chatting?” Meng Bai could tell something was off with her.

 

Xu Ling nearly teared up. There was still time before she had to head out. “Let’s chat for ten more minutes.”

 

Meng Bai immediately launched into chatter, not leaving a single pause in the conversation. “I was going to check out this dessert place today, but now I’ll wait for you. Master critic must taste it first.”

 

Xu Ling chuckled and accepted the title of ‘master critic’. “Where are you guys headed today?”

 

Meng Bai started going on and on, and the two of them shared bits of their lives.

 

Xu Ling felt a rare sense of relaxation. Chatting with someone like Meng Bai, a bright little sunbeam, was truly comforting. Talking with Qin Cong’an, though… was exhausting.

 

Why? Xu Ling suddenly spaced out, realizing something: Qin Cong’an had never once talked about her personal life.

 

Sure, it wasn’t necessary, but Xu Ling found it strange. She only knew Qin liked red wine, disliked sweets, preferred savory flavors, loved citrus scents—even her finger wraps were orange-scented. But all of that was observed, not said.

 

As for the past, Qin Cong’an had never said a word. Xu Ling had mentioned college and her modeling days a few times. Even if she didn’t want to talk about her ex, surely there was something to say?

 

They went to Jiang Ruzhi’s concert together. Qin had said they were close, but never explained how they met.

 

Maybe Qin Cong’an was naturally reserved—after all, even her fans didn’t know she knew Jiang Ruzhi. But weirdly enough, she had talked about the future.

 

“Xu Ling!! Are you even listening to me!?” Meng Bai screamed through the screen. “You’re the one who wanted to talk!”

 

“My bad, my bad.” Xu Ling mock-knelt. “Desserts, right?”

 

“Desserts your ass! I was talking about a bar!”

 

——

 

Meanwhile, Qin Cong’an was in the shower, lost in thought and full of regret. She’d always known—Xu Ling was so beautiful, kind, so much better than her. Of course she’d have an ex. That question had been her own doing, and she got the obvious answer, then still got mad. It wasn’t fair.

 

She had made Xu Ling cry the whole time.

 

Qin Cong’an knew Xu Ling cried when she was overwhelmed with pleasure, but at the start, she had clearly been crying from pain.

 

s3x with Xu Ling wasn’t just physically pleasurable—it made her feel emotionally full, overflowing.

 

She really liked her… so why did she hurt her?

 

Qin Cong’an stepped out of the bathroom and didn’t see Xu Ling. Had she really upset her? She got dressed and went to Xu Ling’s room.

 

The moment she opened the door, she heard laughter—genuine, belly-shaking laughter.

 

Qin Cong’an slowed down and walked softly to the bedroom door—just in time to see Xu Ling scream like she’d seen a ghost. Qin sat at the edge of the bed, expressionless.

 

“What’s wrong?” Meng Bai asked quickly.

 

“Nothing,” Xu Ling said, though clearly flustered. She’d been mid-laugh and nearly choked when she saw Qin Cong’an. “I’ll hang up now.”

 

“Fine.” Meng Bai sighed. “Since you’re feeling down, I’ll let it slide. See you soon.”

 

Xu Ling stole a quick glance at Qin Cong’an. She didn’t want her to see she was upset.

 

After ending the call, Xu Ling said, “Shouldn’t we go downstairs now?”

 

“Yeah.” Qin Cong’an grabbed her ankle before she could move. “What’s wrong? Not feeling well?”

 

“Huh? No, I’m fine.” Xu Ling sat down beside her. “Felt great.”

 

Qin Cong’an gently brushed her hair behind her shoulder. “I didn’t hurt you?”

 

“It hurt, but in a good way.” Xu Ling, despite the scare earlier, felt much better after the call with Meng Bai. She didn’t want to show vulnerability in front of Qin, so she smiled.

 

This smile didn’t sting. But Qin Cong’an looked away, staring at her delicate ankle. “You kept crying.”

 

“You know I cry when it’s too good.”

 

“I meant at the beginning.”

 

“Well, it was good right from the start.” Xu Ling teased, twirling her fingers. “I like it when you’re rougher with me. You can go even harder next time.”

 

“…”

 

Seeing Qin Cong’an freeze up, Xu Ling burst out laughing. “I’m serious. But hey—was it because of what I said? You jealous?”

 

She knew that was it. She’d said it to provoke her. Anyone would hate to hear something like that during s3x—even in a casual relationship.

 

But even this small dose of jealousy was enough to satisfy Xu Ling. She looked forward to her response.

 

Qin Cong’an didn’t reply. After a moment of hesitation, she asked, “Did you book your flight?”

 

Xu Ling raised her brows, stood up, stretched, and looked down at her. “Why?”

 

“Are you flying back to Beicheng after the wrap?”

 

“I’m going to Tokyo.”

 

Qin Cong’an looked surprised, though not entirely. “To visit friends?” She knew Xu Ling had friends all over the world.

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Got it. So when are you going back to Beicheng?”

 

“When I go.” Just then, Xu Ling’s phone vibrated—Huai-jie was calling her down for assembly.

 

Qin Cong’an glanced at the screen and stood up. “Then call me when you get back.” With that, she walked out.

 

It was just as well. She thought they both needed a break. They’d been glued together—intensely, maybe even obsessively. A little space would help them make clearer decisions about the future.

 

That afternoon’s shoot went smoothly. Everything was well-coordinated.

 

Three days remaining.

 

Three actors got injured filming action scenes. Despite all the precautions, accidents still happened. Thankfully, nothing serious—production could continue.

 

Still, Xu Ling had to take a painkiller to keep going. Between takes, she wiped sweat from her brow.

 

Liang He kept encouraging everyone: “Almost done! Just hold on!”

 

Xu Ling was truly ready to leave. She was so exhausted that when she saw Qin Cong’an walking by, she just wanted her gone.

 

One gunshot-wounded Jian Yu, one broken-armed Wen Xi—working together to take down a tough opponent. Their teamwork was seamless. They didn’t look at each other but felt each other’s presence. After finishing the fight, they made eye contact—relieved, exhilarated.

 

Qin Cong’an felt that same deep connection—not just between Jian Yu and Wen Xi, but between herself and Xu Ling.

 

During breaks, she watched Xu Ling’s sassy eye rolls and found it cute—relieving.

 

But she knew Xu Ling was exhausted.

 

That night, Qin Cong’an brought chamomile essential oils and headed to Xu Ling’s room. Xu Ling was in the shower, so she set up the aromatherapy in the bedroom.

 

As soon as Xu Ling stepped out, she smelled the calming scent. Her tense nerves relaxed.

 

“Not citrus?”

 

“I got it for you. You looked too tired, but I wasn’t sure if you’d like it.” Qin Cong’an was lying on the bed and opened her arms.

 

Xu Ling climbed in obediently, cuddling up to her, breathing in her freshly showered scent—much fainter on the medicinal notes. Her body completely relaxed.

 

“I like it.” Xu Ling kissed her chest twice, then pressed her cheek against it and closed her eyes.

 

Qin Cong’an said nothing—just gently patted her shoulder until her breathing evened out. She smiled and slipped under the covers with her.

 

Two days remaining.

 

Today, the behind-the-scenes crew caught a major “sweet” moment. A few days ago, Qin Cong’an lost a shoe filming a dragging scene. For a scene shot at Feng Xuelin’s house, she only had one shoe to wear.

 

She was careful, but accidents happen.

 

It turned into a cute fall—she slipped and landed right in Xu Ling’s arms.

 

Both froze, looked at the camera, then awkwardly looked away.

 

Liang He, never one to miss a beat, teased: “Was that really so awkward? It’s not like your lips touched. But be careful—you might actually kiss next time.”

 

It was meant to ease the tension, but the two looked even more uncomfortable.

 

Xu Ling helped her up, swallowing nervously. “Be careful.”

 

“Mm.” Qin looked at her foot. “Sorry.”

 

Xu Ling shook her head.

 

Everyone in the crew had become familiar—people had joked the two got closer “after sleeping together.”

 

But in that moment, they looked like strangers—like this was the first accident.

 

Or… maybe there was another interpretation.

 

Qin Cong’an quickly walked away, applied anti-slip powder to her foot, and got back to filming.

 

This was the final action scene. Progress had been good—no delays.

 

Xu Ling finished first. Her toe had blistered, so she went back to the hotel.

 

Before leaving, Director Chang reminded them: “That motorcycle scene we talked about—I booked it for 1–2 a.m. tonight. Make sure to get some rest before then.”

 

Tomorrow would be the last day.

 

Xu Ling had dreamed of a big meal before her trip—but now this surprise was like a nightmare. Still, no choice—the director’s word was final.

 

She returned to the hotel, treated her wound, and limped over to Qin Cong’an’s room. Just a few hours left—it all felt more precious.

 

To avoid bumping into Gao Quan, she went straight to the bathroom. Sure enough, she overheard his voice.

 

“Jeez, look at those injuries. Even if Xie Jing didn’t care, I feel bad.”

 

“Just don’t tell him.”

 

“With wounds like that, he’ll see them when you get back.”

 

“Then I just won’t see him.”

 

Gao Quan laughed. “You think that’ll stop him? He’s already asking for your flight info—wants to pick you up.”

 

“You didn’t tell him, right?”

 

“Of course not. If I had, he’d definitely show up. What if you got photographed?”

 

“Mm.” Qin Cong’an rotated her neck. “I want to sleep a bit.”

 

“Alright, alright. I’ll stop bothering you.”

 

After the door shut, Xu Ling was surprised how calm she felt. One night left—what was the point of caring now?

 

She stepped out.

 

Qin Cong’an had just gotten up and froze seeing her. “I was just about to come find you.”

 

Xu Ling opened her arms for a hug, but Qin Cong’an pulled her by the hand instead. “I haven’t showered yet—I’m dirty.”

 

“I don’t mind.” Xu Ling smiled. “We’re filming soon anyway.”

 

“Then why did you shower?” Qin Cong’an sniffed her arm. “You used my lotion.”

 

“I wanted to smell nice.” Xu Ling snuggled in and dropped onto the couch with her. Then she leaned over, grabbed the untouched remote, and turned on the TV.

 

“You want to watch TV?” Qin Cong’an asked, confused.

 

“Yeah. I want to watch something with you, then nap a little.” Xu Ling fiddled with the remote. “Can this play movies?”

 

Qin Cong’an paused. “I think we can stream to it. What movie?”

 

“Hmm… horror?” Xu Ling rested her head on Qin’s shoulder. “Can you handle that? If not, you pick. I’ll order some food.”

 

Qin Cong’an opened the horror category. “This one’s new.”

 

“Let’s watch that. You interested?”

 

Qin Cong’an wasn’t into horror, but wasn’t this something couples had to do? She clicked play. “Seen the others?”

 

Xu Ling nodded.

 

This time, Qin didn’t ask if she’d seen them with an ex. She already knew—and it didn’t matter. What mattered was this moment.

 

Food arrived quickly. They moved to the carpet, eating and watching together.

 

Focusing on the movie and food, surrounded by a hotel room that felt like home, it felt like an actual date night.

 

They ate, swapped bites, drank from each other’s cups—nothing felt weird.

 

Once they were full, they sprawled on the couch, limbs everywhere, still watching.

 

Xu Ling didn’t know when she fell asleep. A horror movie, full belly, Qin Cong’an’s arms—anyone would’ve knocked out.

 

After a perfect date, she slept deeply.

 

And in her dream, it continued.