After Filming A Lesbian Movie With The Straight Girl I Like - Chapter 7

Chapter 7: “Then today, your only job is to lie down.”

“Good thing you didn’t get hurt,” Xu Ling cut off her train of dirty thoughts and spoke seriously.

“Mhm.” Qin Cong’an draped her jacket over her shoulder, took a sip of water, and glanced at Xu Ling, who was still standing beside her. “Do you still need something?”

Xu Ling quickly shook her head and returned to her own resting area, collapsing into the director’s chair.

“An-jie is so cool.”

“Seriously, I’m totally falling for her. So steady. I can’t imagine how amazing it’d feel to act opposite her.”

“……”

Xu Ling overheard some staff gossiping nearby and thought to herself, Yeah, it was amazing. A little guilty, but also satisfied… Why did it feel exactly like her relationship with Qin Cong’an in bed!?

She rubbed her face to stop thinking about these things.

Yi Huai came over and handed her a protein bar to help restore her energy. Xu Ling ate the overly sweet and unpleasant thing while listening to Yi Huai talk about various scene details.

That night, Xu Ling was so tired she didn’t even have the energy to think about anything else. After her shower, she collapsed into bed and fell asleep instantly.

Especially since the next few days were packed with intense action scenes, she had to sleep well.

But that day, Xu Ling got injured.

Worse than Qin Cong’an’s scraped shoulder earlier.

Xu Ling was tall and had some balance issues, but more than that, she still lacked full control over her body.

During a movement that required agility, she lost her balance, dropped to her knees, and slid forward along the ground.

Qin Cong’an, who had already moved ahead, immediately turned back and helped her up.

Director Chang Ning hadn’t yelled “cut” yet. Xu Ling gritted her teeth, got up, and continued the scene.

It wasn’t Xu Ling who had fallen — it was Jian Yu. And if Jian Yu fell, there was no way she’d just lie there. She had to get up and keep fighting.

“Cut!” Director Chang yelled, and the crew rushed over to check Xu Ling’s condition.

Thankfully, she was wearing long pants, but when they rolled them up, the sight underneath was still quite alarming.

Bright red and badly scraped — the abrasion covered a large area.

The medics quickly disinfected and treated the wound. Xu Ling grimaced from the sting of the hydrogen peroxide, tilting her head to avoid looking at the injury, as if not seeing it would make it hurt less.

Then a face appeared in her line of sight, one that instantly calmed her.

Xu Ling looked at Qin Cong’an and instinctively reached for her hand. Qin Cong’an seemed to understand and took her hand in return.

Xu Ling clutched her tightly, her fingers turning white from the force.

After the wound was treated and she had rested a bit, filming continued.

The worst of the pain had passed, and what stayed in her memory wasn’t the injury — it was the feeling of holding Qin Cong’an’s hand.

Director Chang decided to keep the take where Xu Ling fell and was helped up by Qin Cong’an. The pain on her face was so real, and the moment she gritted her teeth and stood back up perfectly captured Jian Yu’s spirit.

Jian Yu was a bit childish and short-tempered sometimes, carefree on the surface — but she was so strong, it hurt to watch.

A scraped knee was nothing. In the movie’s climax, she was shot in the abdomen, and even then, she didn’t give up until the very end.

She had someone to protect. She’d never let the only person she had left be taken from her again.

Because of Xu Ling’s injury, the following scenes were scheduled to be lighter, and they wrapped up early that day.

It was the most serious injury Xu Ling had ever had. She’d tripped on a slippery runway during a fashion show before, but that was just a minor bump — nothing like this, where she had literally skidded across gravel.

It still burned.

After returning to her room and carefully avoiding her wound in the shower, Yi Huai applied another round of medicine.

Then someone knocked at the door.

Yi Huai narrowed her eyes and glanced at Xu Ling’s expression — she looked a bit panicked.

Yi Huai opened the door, wondering if it might be that person Xu Ling was secretly seeing… but to her surprise, it was Qin Cong’an.

“Huai-jie,” Qin Cong’an greeted calmly. “I came to check if Xu Ling’s injury is serious.”

“Oh… okay, come in,” Yi Huai replied, startled. Since when did Qin Cong’an care about these things?

Sure, they were co-leads, and an injury to one could affect the other’s scenes — but from what she knew, Qin Cong’an never cared about stuff like that.

Everyone who’d worked with her said she was cold and only ever gave people the bare minimum level of politeness — no more, no less.

Xu Ling sat on the couch, equally stunned.

Why had Qin Cong’an come to her room? Just to check on her injury? It wasn’t that serious.

Or… had she come to sleep with her? Even though she was injured? Did she actually enjoy sleeping with her?

Her brain was a mess. With Yi Huai still in the room, Xu Ling was too flustered to even look at either of them. She kept staring at her half-treated, very ugly wound.

Yi Huai continued applying ointment and reassured her, “Don’t worry. No damage to the bone — just an abrasion. You’ll heal quickly.”

“Mhm.”

Yi Huai looked up. “Your shoulder’s okay now, right?”

“Completely healed.” Qin Cong’an handed over a box of ointment. “Use this once the scab forms — it won’t leave a scar.”

Yi Huai blinked in surprise and took it.

“It’s new,” Qin Cong’an added.

“Thanks,” Yi Huai replied, still a bit dazed, as Qin Cong’an turned and left.

Once the door closed, Yi Huai asked, “Since when did you get so close to her?”

“Huh?”

“Huh what? She brought you ointment. I’ve never heard of her being this nice to anyone else.”

“Uh… I honestly don’t know.”

Yi Huai gave her a look. “Are you really that dense?”

Maybe it was because of the characters they played — Jian Yu and Wen Xi were deeply connected lovers. The two actresses had shot a lot of scenes testing their chemistry, so it was natural some feelings might have developed.

“Well, make sure you thank her properly. She’s a huge senior to you. She’s got tons of industry connections. If you two get along, who knows? She might even help you out one day.”

Xu Ling couldn’t even imagine that. Once Her Blade finished filming, would they even have any reason to cross paths again?

Then Yi Huai brought her back to reality with a splash of cold water: “But don’t get your hopes up too high. She’s famously self-centered.”

After treating her wound, Yi Huai left. “Get some rest. Sleep early.”

Xu Ling nodded, but the moment the door closed, she tiptoed to it, counted to thirty, and snuck out.

She quietly made her way to Qin Cong’an’s door and knocked.

Qin Cong’an opened it and looked up at the tall woman — who was trying to be sneaky but totally obvious: “What do you want? Not resting?”

“Can’t sleep.”

“Can’t sleep again?” Qin Cong’an stepped inside. “Didn’t today wear you out?”

“It did, but there’s something I can’t figure out.” Xu Ling swallowed and asked, “Why did you come to my room earlier?”

“To bring you medicine.”

“Why bring me medicine?”

“Because you got hurt.”

Xu Ling felt like she wasn’t getting to the point — but what was she even hoping to hear? She couldn’t possibly expect Qin Cong’an to say, Because I like you. I was worried when you got hurt, so I came to see you.

That was too crazy to even dream of.

“Oh… I thought maybe you came to sleep with me.”

“I can do that too.” Qin Cong’an grabbed her wrist, pushed her onto the couch, then knelt down in front of her and slipped her hands under her shirt. “Then today, your only job is to lie down.”

“W-wait!” Xu Ling held her shoulders. She had been joking, but now Qin Cong’an was taking it seriously — on the couch, no less.

Qin Cong’an paused and looked at her. “So why did you come here?”

“…To ask why you came earlier.”

“To give you medicine.”

Right. Full circle.

“Thanks for the ointment. I’ll use it.”

“Mhm.” Qin Cong’an gave her waist a quick squeeze. “So… do you want to or not?”

Xu Ling’s legs had gone numb. Looking at the cold-faced woman kneeling before her and asking such a bold question, she felt like she was going to lose it. …Okay, fine. She wanted to. A lot.

“But aren’t you too tired?”

Qin Cong’an didn’t answer with words — she answered with actions. She lowered her head and got to work, proving she wasn’t tired at all.

Xu Ling thought she was getting more and more skilled, more and more familiar with her body.

She carefully avoided her injury, and each wave of pleasure made Xu Ling forget her pain entirely.

Even though Yi Huai said Qin Cong’an was famously self-absorbed…

In bed, Qin Cong’an’s sense of service was outstanding.

That night, Xu Ling slept deeply. Not for long — but with exceptional quality.

The next morning, aside from the soreness in her thighs, everything felt great. Her mind was especially sharp and refreshed.

They shot some light scenes in the morning, then in the afternoon, it was the part where Wen Xi teaches Jian Yu how to use a knife.

Wen Xi’s marksmanship was flawless — whether rifle or pistol, she was quick, precise, and ruthless — but she was even better with a blade.

That was also for cinematic reasons. Gunfights were cool, sure — but for action scenes, close combat and blade work looked far more stunning.

Jian Yu had been trained personally by Wen Xi and placed special focus on knife skills.

But knife training was harder and more tedious. Jian Yu often got grumpy and didn’t want to practice.

During the flashback training scenes, they went through many costume changes — especially Jian Yu — showing her transformation from a naive high school girl into a skilled killer.

Yes, there were no child actors. Even the early scenes were played by Xu Ling and Qin Cong’an.

At first, Xu Ling worried that her tall figure wouldn’t fit the high school look, but Director Chang chose great angles — you couldn’t even tell.

She just had to bend her knees a bit to fit in the same frame with Qin Cong’an.

Wen Xi would mark Jian Yu’s height at home and watch her shoot up to nearly 180 cm, her expression growing darker with each centimeter.

Jian Yu, for some reason, had picked up this cocky expression from somewhere and would teasingly lift Wen Xi’s chin while being measured — only to have her hand swatted away.