After Filming A Lesbian Movie With The Straight Girl I Like - Chapter 40

Chapter 40: “Can’t Take It Anymore?”

 

Qin Cong’an appeared as a surprise guest—so mysterious, in fact, that not even a silhouette teaser had been released for fans to guess her identity.

 

When the last guest stepped onto the red carpet during the livestream, viewers went wild in the comment section, flooding it with question marks.

 

Starlight Night, are you messing with us?? You brought out Qin Cong’an and didn’t say a word?!

 

But the surprise was absolutely worth it. Qin Cong’an was rarely seen at events like this, so fans were ecstatic to have another chance to see her.

 

Even the casual viewers got a treat—she wore a fitted black velvet gown, modest in front but daring in the back. Her hair was pinned up with a jade hairpin, and she held a folding fan in her hand, exuding an air of classical elegance. People online were screaming:

 

“Mommy——”

 

Her event outfits had never been what you’d call conservative, but this was her boldest look yet. Her toned back was fully exposed, showing off a perfect inverted triangle shape. Her skin was so flawless, it practically matched the velvet texture of her gown.

 

After Qin Cong’an took her seat, the two people beside her exchanged a few pleasantries. She responded with a polite smile, cool and reserved as usual. She tilted her head slightly and glanced at someone sitting behind her.

 

Xu Ling didn’t dare to look directly at Qin Cong’an, though she didn’t realize Qin wasn’t looking at her either. Still, she could feel it—a heavy, undeniable presence, pressing down on her like a tidal wave.

 

She felt dizzy.

 

She stared at the milk candy in her hand, wrapped in deep black foil, especially the darker color around the edges… She was about to lose it. She wanted to pass out onto it, lick it to see if it was sweet, then feel the tremble it would bring.

 

Sitting beside Xu Ling was the actress Min Yidan, who had been eyeing the front row. Once the small talk ended, she quickly greeted Qin Cong’an.
“Hello, Ms. Qin. I’m Min Yidan.”

 

Qin turned slightly to her and nodded, “Yes, I know who you are. Hello.”

 

“Wow, I’m so excited. I’ve always admired you. This is my first time seeing you in person.” Min Yidan’s voice was shaking. Qin Cong’an was a role model for many actresses.

 

“Thank you.” Qin’s gaze swept toward the person next to Min Yidan.

 

Xu Ling swallowed again, feeling like that look was a silent accusation:
“You’re not going to greet your senior?”
She opened her mouth to speak, but just as she did, Qin Cong’an had already turned back around.

 

Xu Ling held back her words again.

 

She regretted everything. She shouldn’t have made their last meeting so unpleasant. She should have explained things—though really, there wasn’t much to explain. But since they were bound to meet again, she could’ve at least made things end on a better note.

 

Now it was just… painfully awkward.

 

“You’re so pretty,” Min Yidan turned to Xu Ling. “And your figure is amazing.”

 

“Thanks…” Xu Ling’s voice came out slightly distorted, like a foreigner’s. She cleared her throat. “You’re really pretty too. Your skin is flawless, and that jade looks amazing on you.”

 

After years of modeling, Xu Ling was well-trained in the art of giving compliments.

 

In the front row, Qin Cong’an crossed her legs and shifted her chair slightly, the sound breaking into Min Yidan’s reply. Qin turned her head and softly said, “Sorry,” before facing forward again and opening her fan.

 

Xu Ling watched the strands of hair behind Qin Cong’an’s ear gently sway in the breeze created by the fan, and her chest felt hot and tight.

 

That familiar scent reached her again—citrusy, a hint of sweet tangerine mixed into it.

 

Her throat was dry. She bent down to grab her water bottle from the floor, but as she picked it up, she realized Qin Cong’an had turned around and was looking at her.

 

Startled, Xu Ling almost dropped the bottle. “W-what is it?”

 

“Nothing,” Qin turned back around, still fanning herself, but her heart was racing. She thought Xu Ling had done it on purpose. She’d felt a faint tickle on her back and had imagined so many things in that moment.

 

—Turns out she was just overthinking.

 

Xu Ling didn’t want her anymore. She had left so decisively, packing her things in the middle of the night like she was afraid of being clung to. There was no way she’d make the first move now.

 

Even though… she herself had said some awful things. But when they met again, Xu Ling didn’t even say hello.

 

“Ms. Qin…”

 

Qin Cong’an froze. The voice was almost right beside her ear.

 

“Long time no see.”

 

There was no response. Qin didn’t even turn her head. Xu Ling took a quiet inhale of her scent before sitting up straight again, staring at her beautiful shoulder and back—watching inch by inch.

 

Pale and flawless like polished jade, a canvas where she had once left many marks.

 

Starlight Night also included an awards segment, though more for entertainment than prestige. It was the kind of event Qin Cong’an usually avoided.

 

Her attendance had been a last-minute decision, and the organizers had given her the “Audience’s Favorite Actress” award.

 

She got up to receive it, leaving her fan on her chair.

 

Xu Ling’s hand reached over instinctively. The two people beside her shot her strange looks.

 

Min Yidan was shocked too. Of all the people around them, Xu Ling had seemed the coldest to Qin Cong’an—yet the moment she left, she reached for her fan? That felt a bit rude, didn’t it?

 

But Min Yidan also knew they’d worked together. Maybe they were close in private? Why else would their seats be arranged so near each other?

 

The air conditioning was strong. Xu Ling was cold, but her face kept burning. She opened the fan and gave herself a light breeze.

 

“Wow, it even smells nice,” Min Yidan sighed.

 

Xu Ling glanced at her.

 

Min Yidan flinched again. What kind of look was that? Did I say something wrong? It was fragrant, okay…

 

It really was. Xu Ling closed the fan. She didn’t wave it again—she just wanted to smell that faint scent.

 

She looked toward the stage. The figure standing at the mic was elegant and poised. From this distance, her face wasn’t very clear, but Xu Ling could swear she was looking at her.

 

Maybe she was thinking, “Are you insane? Why are you touching my stuff?”

 

If she was scolding her, that’d be better. Xu Ling knew something was wrong with her, but she kept holding on to the fan.

 

After Qin Cong’an returned from the stage and handed her trophy to a staff member, another person handed her a blanket.

 

Xu Ling also took one and draped it over her lap.

 

Qin sat down, drank some water, adjusted her necklace, touched her pinned-up hair—several unnecessary motions—but never once turned to ask for the fan back.

 

Xu Ling stubbornly didn’t return it either.

 

Then the emcee announced Xie Jing’s name. Everyone looked toward the side of the front row, including Qin Cong’an.

 

It was only then that Xu Ling seemed to “remember” and handed the fan forward.

 

Qin looked slightly surprised. She reached out to take it—then felt warmth on her shoulders. Xu Ling had draped the blanket across her back.

 

Was she worried about her being cold? Or was she trying to cover up her exposed back?

 

Qin didn’t turn around. She wanted to shrug off the blanket, but her hand hesitated. The warmth still lingered faintly with Xu Ling’s body heat, quickly fading in the over-air-conditioned venue.

 

Xie Jing’s seat was near the aisle—he would have to pass Qin Cong’an to get to the stage. As he walked by, neither of them looked at each other. Qin kept her head low.

 

But Xu Ling, in that moment of passing, felt her heart shatter.

 

…

 

After the final performance and award, the host said, “Please come on stage for a group photo!”

 

Xu Ling stood up and noticed Qin Cong’an removing the blanket again, exposing her luminous back. It stung her eyes.

 

By now, Min Yidan and Xu Ling were chatting like old friends. “Let’s stand together?”

 

“Sure.” Xu Ling followed her to a spot near the second row. But halfway there—just where the scent of tangerine was strongest—someone grabbed her wrist and pulled her forward.

 

She stepped on someone’s gown and stumbled. Reflexively, she grabbed onto the other person’s arm. That person also caught her elbow to steady her.

 

Once she regained balance, Xu Ling wanted to bolt, but her hand was still held tightly.

 

Qin Cong’an didn’t look at her, but said, “Were you worried I’d be cold earlier?”

 

“…What?”

 

“The blanket.”

 

“Oh…” Xu Ling scrambled for a response. “I was feeling hot and didn’t know where to put it.”

 

Seriously?
Using her as a coat rack? If that was the truth, it was infuriating. If it wasn’t… still annoying. Qin Cong’an gripped her wrist tighter, then slid her hand down and intertwined their fingers.

 

Xu Ling thought Qin Cong’an must be crazy. They were being photographed! She was already holding her wrist—now she had grabbed her hand too?

 

This was Starlight Night, not some movie promo event!

 

And… her boyfriend Xie Jing was right there. What was Qin Cong’an trying to do?

 

Whatever. If you’re not scared, why should I be? Xu Ling squeezed her hand back. Under the camera’s lens, she even summoned her modeling poise, looking confidently defiant.

 

They had to strike multiple poses. Xu Ling gradually got bolder and even wrapped her arm around Qin’s waist.

 

Her palm touched Qin Cong’an’s skin. One of them was burning hot—despite the icy air-conditioning, the heat didn’t fade.

 

Over the past month, the stormy waters between them had somewhat calmed.

 

But with just one touch, Xu Ling felt her internal compass shatter again.

 

She wanted more. She wanted to touch more—deeper, hotter places…

 

They ended up kissing all the way to the backstage lounge, locking the door behind them.

 

Qin Cong’an pinned her to the sofa, knee holding her down. She brushed Xu Ling’s face with the back of her hand—gentle but forceful—and asked, “Didn’t you leave?”

 

Xu Ling opened her mouth, but no words came out.

 

Qin removed her jade hairpin, letting her hair fall. “Xu Ling, do I look good? Do you like me?”

 

She seemed to nod.

 

“I knew it. I knew you liked me. I’ve known for a long time.” Qin whispered in her ear, her breath hot and heavy. “Xu Ling, you knew I had a boyfriend, and you still liked me. How could you?”

 

The heat in her breath made Xu Ling go limp. She tried to cover Qin’s mouth, but her hands were weak. She was pinned down—wasn’t this a sofa? Why did it feel like a bed?

 

“And I’m no better…” Qin’s fingers roamed across her body, voice dreamy and barely audible. “How did I end up falling for you too?”

 

Ah—it’s a dream.

 

Xu Ling realized: she was dreaming.

 

The low-cut back of Qin Cong’an’s gown gave way to an even more divine sight. Xu Ling stared like a sinner gazing at a holy painting, then shamefully buried her face in it.

 

Since it was a dream, she had no inhibitions. She was forceful and needy but afraid Qin might slip away, so she’d slow down to kiss her gently too.

 

She didn’t mind being treated roughly. She even gave herself mental cues, asking the dream version of Qin Cong’an to punish her, to hurt her, to bite her hard.

 

A storm of pleasure built up. Xu Ling felt like she was going to lose it. She whimpered but still couldn’t speak.

 

“What’s wrong, baby?” Qin whispered sweetly while doing filthy things with her hands. “Can’t take it anymore?”

 

A wave of exhaustion hit. Xu Ling clenched her teeth and shut her eyes tight.

 

When she opened them again, the dream was gone. Nothing was there. But her body still tingled with aftershocks.

 

She shivered slightly and buried her face in the pillow. Her ears were burning.

 

I had a s3x dream?? Seriously??

 

And it had gone that far… was that even normal?

 

She squeezed her eyes shut, still seeing Qin Cong’an beneath her, lifting her skirt. She could even hear her whisper:

 

“Xu Ling… you’re so beautiful.”

 

Pick up where it left off. Please, please, Xu Ling begged, trying to fall asleep again—but couldn’t.

 

All that remained was emptiness. Frustrated, she grabbed her hair and got up to go to the bathroom.

 

…

 

On her days off, Qin Cong’an usually stayed home, avoiding people, watching movies or reading books. She barely touched her phone, relishing the solitude.

 

But today, ever since she woke up, she hadn’t put her phone down—replaying last night’s photos and videos from Starlight Night.

 

She had asked the organizers to seat Xu Ling behind her, so they shared many frames.

 

Xu Ling in vibrant red-orange, her in black—light and dark, clashing heat. It looked like a perfect match.

 

At least in Qin’s eyes.

 

She hadn’t known what Xu Ling would wear, but black was always a safe bet.

 

In so many shots, Xu Ling was caught staring at her back. Qin wanted to know: What were you thinking? Did you want to kiss me? Lick me?

 

Too graphic?
Qin chuckled at herself. Probably just me overthinking. Maybe she really was using me as a coat rack. Maybe she was bored out of her mind and just wanted to leave early.

 

After all, once the group photo was done, Xu Ling had pulled away from her and walked off without even a backward glance—like she’d been dying to clock out.

 

Qin opened the comment section. Her brows lifted. These comments were way more explicit than her imagination.

 

“OMG I swear Lingyu wanted to pin An’an down and just eat her on that chair, drooling here”
“Support Lingyu, let her feast!]
“WHO could resist that back?? That girl in the back is also crazy beautiful. Can you two randomly kiss or something please /begging”
“An’an has never been this forward before. Holding hands? Couple behavior much?? Bet she thought no cameras caught that!”
“Then Lingyu just stands there like “Yeah I got a girlfriend, y’all don’t” lmao”
“Director Chang please serve my meal, I’m starving 5555”
“See y’all on that site”

 

What site? Qin scrolled curiously and found a top-liked fanfic titled “Orange & Black.”

 

She read through it. Though it felt a little awkward seeing her own name in fiction, it was well-written—though not nearly as intense as what she and Xu Ling had actually done.

 

Still, at least the story had a happy ending.

 

But her and Xu Ling’s ending?

 

That seemed to be headed straight for heartbreak.

 

Qin couldn’t forget the way Xu Ling had walked away last night—like she was running.