After Filming A Lesbian Movie With The Straight Girl I Like - Chapter 6

Chapter 6: “Trust Me.”

Wen Xi hadn’t expected Jian Yu to grow up to be this tall—how was someone with such a height supposed to be an assassin?

But surprisingly, Jian Yu did very well. She could easily disguise herself as a man, making it difficult for others to identify her true identity.

Even though Jian Yu had witnessed her parents’ murder, she was inherently optimistic—or at least seemed more optimistic than Wen Xi.

She talked a lot and had wild, imaginative ideas, often annoying Wen Xi to the point of eye-rolling.

Yet, it seemed like Wen Xi couldn’t be without her anymore.

The two argued frequently, especially over small things—whether garlic should be stored in the fridge, whether their underwear could be washed together in the washing machine, which brand of instant coffee tasted better…

They seemed to clash on everything, but after every fight, they acted like nothing had happened. There was even a hint of ambiguity in the air.

After filming the coffee scene, Xu Ling suddenly felt like drinking coffee.

That morning, she’d forced herself to drink half a cup of bitter iced Americano to reduce swelling. Now she was craving something sweet.

Just then, Lin Xinnuo approached with her phone and asked, “Ling-jie, An-jie asked me to get coffee for everyone. Take a look—what do you want?”

“Cappuccino, thanks.” Xu Ling glanced toward Qin Cong’an, thinking, We’re really in sync—even our coffee cravings align.

The coffee arrived quickly.

Xu Ling took her cappuccino and walked over to Qin Cong’an. “Thanks,” she said.

“What are you drinking? Let me have a sip.”

“…?” Xu Ling froze. Was she serious?

Was she really going to act this flirtatious in front of the whole crew?

Xu Ling hesitated internally but still handed her the cappuccino.

Qin Cong’an took a sip, frowned, returned it, and immediately took a big gulp of her own iced Americano.

“You don’t like it?”

“Too sweet.”

“That’s what makes it good!” If it weren’t for needing to reduce swelling, Xu Ling wouldn’t have touched Americanos. No matter how much she drank, she still wasn’t used to the bitterness.

Qin Cong’an didn’t respond.

Like Jian Yu and Wen Xi, they each had their own coffee preferences. But unlike the characters, they didn’t argue about it.

Liang He, standing nearby, chuckled and teased, “You two are pretty close now, huh?”

Xu Ling almost choked again.

She glanced at Qin Cong’an, who stayed calm and didn’t respond at all.

Xu Ling cleared her throat and replied, “It’s okay—we’re just a bit more familiar now compared to the beginning. Thank you, senior, for your guidance.”

Qin Cong’an gave her a side glance.

Xu Ling suddenly felt guilty and looked down.

Liang He watched them, sensing something was off—but couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Still, it wasn’t a big deal. No matter what kind of relationship they had privately, as long as they performed well during filming, there was no problem.

On camera, Jian Yu and Wen Xi continued arguing.

The two actresses captured the tension and subtle ambiguity between the characters perfectly.

Director Chang Ning was a little surprised—she’d thought this scene would be hard to shoot, but their eye contact and a few improvised lines made the characters feel more vivid and dynamic.

They wrapped a little early. Back at the hotel, the two returned to their own rooms.

Xu Ling was debating whether to go find Qin Cong’an when she heard a knock at her door.

She opened it—just as expected, it was her.

Xu Ling knew this was all morally wrong, but she couldn’t stop—nor did she want to anymore.

Tonight, it wasn’t grapefruit and wine—it was iced Americano and cappuccino.

They were both exhausted. Xu Ling wrapped her arms around her waist, buried her face into her chest, and wanted to fall asleep just like that.

A buzz came from the phone beside the bed. Xu Ling looked up and saw Qin Cong’an picking it up—the contact name was Xie Jing.

Xu Ling froze. She could clearly feel that Qin Cong’an’s body didn’t react at all.

She even answered the call just like that.

Xu Ling let go, climbed out of bed, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

She had originally wanted to fall asleep with the scent of Qin Cong’an still on her, but now, how could she sleep?

She vaguely heard her speaking on the phone:

“Who asked you? I don’t care…”

Xu Ling turned on the shower, letting the water drown out everything else. After a while, the bathroom door opened.

Qin Cong’an walked in completely naked as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Xu Ling was startled and instinctively covered her chest. “What are you doing?”

“Let’s shower together.”

“No way.”

Qin Cong’an looked confused. “Why not?”

Xu Ling fired back, “Why do you keep wanting to shower together?” Last time it was the same thing, and now she just barged in again—though, granted, she hadn’t locked the door.

“Is it not allowed?” Qin Cong’an didn’t answer the question and instead tossed it back at her.

“Of course not!” Xu Ling’s voice rose. How could she want to shower with her after taking a call from her boyfriend? Absolutely not.

Qin Cong’an frowned but didn’t say anything else. She turned and left.

The bathtub was finally filled. Xu Ling submerged her entire head underwater, like she was trying to escape reality.

She felt like crying. Why is this so hard? Why does Qin Cong’an act like there’s nothing wrong? It was as if none of this mattered to her. Was this all normal for her?

When Xu Ling came out of the bathroom, Qin Cong’an was gone.

She let out a sigh of relief and climbed into bed. But the scent on the sheets was still hers, and Xu Ling buried herself in them, feeling miserably sorry for herself.

They finished shooting the daily life scenes. Next came the nightmare-inducing action scenes.

“Still sore?” Chang Ning asked them. “You both should’ve recovered by now, right?”

The two didn’t look at each other and just nodded.

Chang Ning and the action choreographer went over the next scene with them and the other actors.

Last time, the difficulty was in dealing with complex terrain. This time, it was the sheer variety of combat moves that made things hard.

Their opponents were very skilled, and both Xu Ling and Qin Cong’an struggled.

By lunchtime, they’d made almost no progress.

They ate a lot during lunch to ensure they’d have the energy to continue in the afternoon.

Xu Ling seriously regretted not sleeping well the night before—her stamina was shot. But she couldn’t sleep at all, not after what had happened. The thought of Qin Cong’an casually taking a call from her boyfriend after sleeping with her had her fuming.

Even though the weather was chilly, Xu Ling sat there with a mini fan blowing on her face. She kept sneaking glances at Qin Cong’an—who looked completely unfazed.

Xu Ling felt her heart beginning to shut down.

That afternoon, they filmed a scene where Jian Yu gets careless and is kicked backward, only to be caught by Wen Xi.

During rehearsal, they used thick mats to catch her fall. Even with the safety precautions, Xu Ling always felt a little nervous since she couldn’t see behind her.

In the story, Jian Yu didn’t expect to be caught. But Xu Ling knew Qin Cong’an was supposed to catch her—and she wasn’t so sure she would.

While directing, Chang Ning said, “I heard from Liang that you two have gotten pretty close. Should’ve built some trust by now, right?”

Trust?

Xu Ling looked at Qin Cong’an’s profile, uncertain.

Qin Cong’an turned and said, “Mm, trust me.”

Xu Ling almost thought she was hallucinating. She paused, then nodded. Don’t say things like that… it was easier when I had given up. Now my heart’s coming back to life again.

Chang Ning noticed something subtle in their expressions—something off. As a director with sharp instincts, she picked up on a strange vibe. But it vanished as quickly as it appeared.

They did a full run-through again. Xu Ling was kicked, fell back in pain, and was caught by Qin Cong’an. She glanced at her briefly before regaining her footing and returning to the fight.

Chang Ning considered whether to film it with multiple camera angles but decided against it. Over-editing would kill the beauty—it was just an ordinary moment in years of shared understanding. No need to over-capture it.

Still, they had to shoot it many times.

Xu Ling fell over and over, and Qin Cong’an caught her again and again. They weren’t machines—there were always slight deviations in angle or motion.

Like Qin Cong’an’s hand accidentally grabbing her chest from the outside.

Like Xu Ling accidentally knocking into her collarbone.

Like that one time she turned her head to look at her and her lips brushed her jawline.

Xu Ling jolted like she’d been electrocuted. She knew she was supposed to stand up—but she couldn’t. Both of them fell to the ground.

The crew rushed over, asking, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, sorry,” Xu Ling replied quickly, scrambling off of Qin Cong’an. She looked at her in concern. “You?”

Qin Cong’an stood up, dusted herself off, and shook her head calmly. “I’m good.”

Chang Ning checked on them and then said, “Nice work. Let’s go again. Watch your expressions and angles.”

Xu Ling calmed herself and went back to filming.

They finally wrapped that scene.

The two stood on either side of Chang Ning, watching the playback—from Jian Yu’s initial fight to being caught by Wen Xi and resetting into combat mode—it all looked seamless.

“Good job. Take a break,” Chang Ning said.

Xu Ling let out a long breath.

Qin Cong’an walked past her to rest.

Xu Ling hesitated, then followed her. “Thanks.”

“For what?” Qin Cong’an looked at her, puzzled.

“For always catching me.”

“Of course,” she replied coolly, “I told you to trust me.”

Xu Ling saw the red marks on her arms from catching her so many times. She felt a bit guilty—but also thought her arms looked incredibly sexy.

What is wrong with my brain, she scolded herself. This is not the time to be thinking that!