After Filming A Lesbian Movie With The Straight Girl I Like - Chapter 9

Chapter 9: “Warming Your Belly.”

This scene had been filming from the afternoon into the night.

After wrapping up, the two of them got into separate cars and returned to the hotel.

Xu Ling’s hair had been through a lot today. She was seriously considering a hair mask, but since Jian Yu’s character wouldn’t have silky smooth hair, she had to keep the plain and natural look.

Xu Ling recalled how close Qin Cong’an had been when drying her hair earlier—practically pressed up against her from behind. Every now and then, she’d feel soft contact from her body, and her fingers would brush against the back of her neck…

Her face began to heat up again.

If she had actually agreed to shower with Qin Cong’an, would she have dried her hair for her afterwards? Blow-dried it too?

Just imagining it made Xu Ling feel like she was going to explode.

Her phone buzzed twice.

She picked it up and saw a friend request from an account with an orange emoji as the name: [Come to my room].

Huh?

Who was this?

The profile picture was blank, giving away nothing—only the name and those four words.

Who would ask her to come to their room? Xu Ling thought about it, and suddenly she could almost smell Qin Cong’an’s hair—citrus-scented.

She seemed to really like citrusy things: her shampoo was citrus mint, and even her toothpaste was grapefruit-flavored.

Xu Ling swallowed. It had to be her. She accepted the request and went straight to Qin Cong’an’s room to knock.

The door opened quickly, and the person inside stepped aside naturally to let her in.

“How did you get my WeChat?” Xu Ling asked. It wasn’t like she added her through the group chat—it was a direct search.

“Was it hard to find?”

So it was her.

It actually wasn’t that hard. Anyone close to her in the crew probably knew it. Or maybe she asked her agent.

But the real question was, “Why did you add me?”

“To make communication easier.” Qin Cong’an’s tone made it sound like the most ordinary thing in the world. She was sitting on the sofa, pouring them some red wine.

They didn’t need WeChat for communication. After all, once the shoot was over, they wouldn’t have any reason to stay in touch. And during the shoot, all it took was knocking on a door.

Xu Ling pressed, “Then why didn’t you just ask me directly?”

“Why do you ask so many questions?” Qin Cong’an frowned.

“Okay fine…” Xu Ling shrank back and sat down. “So why did you call me over? To drink?”

“Mhm.” Qin Cong’an handed her a glass. “Exactly how much did you drink last night?”

“Just two or three glasses.”

She saw disbelief all over Qin Cong’an’s face, so she added, “Okay, maybe four or five… Well, maybe eight or nine, but definitely under ten. I think those girls hitting on me were alcohol scammers—just trying to get me to drink more.”

Qin Cong’an looked at her. “Then why did they only go after you and not the others?”

“…That’s victim blaming.”

“What victim? Getting hit on by pretty girls—you’re not happy?”

“Not really.” Well, it wasn’t that she wasn’t happy. It was just… awkward. Especially with the crew watching her like that.

“Oh.” Qin Cong’an changed the subject. “Did you apply the ointment I gave you?”

“Yeah, it’s much lighter now.”

Qin Cong’an nodded and didn’t say more, quietly sipping her wine.

Xu Ling looked at her—quiet, aloof, and somehow exuding an irresistible allure. She downed her wine in one gulp and leaned over.

“We’re shooting more intimate scenes next week,” Xu Ling said, her breath carrying a rich hint of grapes.

Qin Cong’an looked her in the eyes. “So?”

“Do you think we’re familiar enough with each other?” Xu Ling placed her hand on her waist, speaking softly.

“I know there’s a mole at the base of your thigh. Is that familiar enough?”

Xu Ling stiffened. Every time she used that cool, calm voice to say something like that, it overwhelmed her.

She reached to lift Qin Cong’an’s shirt, trying to bury her face in her soft skin, but was pushed away.

Qin Cong’an said, “I’m on my period.”

Xu Ling froze. Then she took the wine glass from her hand. “Then why are you drinking?”

“Just a little.”

“Still not okay.” Xu Ling responded, lowering her head to kiss her lower belly, then looking up. “Does it hurt?”

Qin Cong’an shook her head.

“So tough? I feel like dying every time.”

Xu Ling pressed her warm face against her cold stomach. “But your tummy is so cold.”

Qin Cong’an threaded her fingers through Xu Ling’s dry hair.

Xu Ling could feel the roughness. “Once the shoot’s over, I’m seriously going to treat my hair better.”

She heard Qin Cong’an chuckle softly.

“What?” she asked, lifting her head again. She liked this angle—usually she was the taller one looking down, but she actually liked being looked down on with that indifferent gaze of hers.

“Nothing.” Qin Cong’an stroked her head. “Just thought you’re really cute.”

Xu Ling’s expression froze. What kind of line was that??

She said she was cute? Her ears burned. She lowered her head again, resting against her belly.

She stayed quiet for a moment, then said, “Looks like filming the kissing scene will go really smoothly.”

She heard Qin Cong’an laugh again, but this time it felt different.

Her fingers tugged through Xu Ling’s hair. Because it was dry, the strands caught and tugged her scalp.

Xu Ling winced slightly. “Ow…”

“You really think about nothing but that scene all day, huh?” Qin Cong’an said as she leaned back on the sofa, not looking at her again.

Xu Ling rubbed the sore spot on her scalp, not realizing there had been a hint of disappointment in her tone. If she had, she might’ve realized that Qin Cong’an had tugged her hair on purpose.

“Go sleep on the bed,” Xu Ling said.

“Mhm.” Qin Cong’an got up and walked toward the bedroom. She looked back and asked, “You’re not going back to your room?”

“I’m sleeping with you.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean why? Your stomach’s cold. I’m warming it up for you.” Xu Ling muttered, “You sure ask a lot of questions too.”

She figured Qin Cong’an must be feeling unwell despite saying she wasn’t in pain. Otherwise, why would she have asked her over?

Qin Cong’an gave her a long look before heading back into the bedroom. “You really are… thoughtful.”

Xu Ling clung to her tightly all night.

By morning, Qin Cong’an’s whole body was warm.

Xu Ling was like a human furnace.

…

Xie Jing’s new drama had premiered, and it immediately stirred up buzz, trending non-stop, especially for his CP with the female lead.

Viewers thought they were adorable on and off-screen, shipping them hard.

As Xu Ling passed behind Qin Cong’an, she saw her reading some of the trending posts.

Her expression remained as indifferent as always—not even as reactive as when Xu Ling watched cat videos.

Xu Ling thought: This is what true couples look like. Not even worried about CP marketing. She must really trust Xie Jing, knowing he’d never fall for someone just because of work.

Then she sneered inwardly. But she slept with me in the crew though. And seemed to enjoy it a lot.

Xu Ling checked the time, calculating when they’d finish work tonight. She wanted a good “deep conversation” with her. Tomorrow, they’d start shooting their most ambiguous scenes yet—they needed to “get into character.”

Before wrapping up, Liang He called them over. “You two know what we’re shooting tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah,” Xu Ling replied.

“Tomorrow’s scene is important. It’s a major turning point in Jian Yu and Wen Xi’s relationship. Emotions will be key. Go over the script tonight and reflect on your character’s mindset. We’ll discuss it before filming tomorrow.”

“Got it,” Xu Ling said.

Liang He looked at her and chuckled. “Very enthusiastic, huh? What’s going on—looking forward to it?”

“…” Xu Ling quickly glanced at Qin Cong’an, who was also looking at her. She explained, “I’m always enthusiastic about my work!”

Liang He laughed again. “I know, I’m joking. Alright, head back.”

Xu Ling got in the car and returned to the hotel.

She was thinking of taking a shower before going to see Qin Cong’an—but her door was knocked on first.

She opened it to see Qin Cong’an holding the script. “I’m here to run lines.”

Ah, running lines? She was good at that.

“I’ll shower first,” Xu Ling said as she slipped into the bathroom. Even though she wanted to get close, she wasn’t ready to shower together—yet.

Though in the later script, Jian Yu does help Wen Xi bathe.

Not like that—Wen Xi injures her muscles, and Jian Yu brings her some therapeutic bath salts and a rather shabby plastic tub to help her recover.

So technically, she’s helping her heal.

Xu Ling wondered: Maybe Qin Cong’an wanted to shower together just to pre-act that scene.

After showering, even though her scalp still ached, Xu Ling didn’t use conditioner. She only sprayed on some perfume—citrus and green tea, a scent she knew Qin Cong’an would like.

Wrapping herself in a bathrobe, she walked out.

Qin Cong’an was sitting on the couch, wearing glasses, seriously reading the script. When she noticed Xu Ling coming out, she looked up briefly.

The sight of her in glasses made Xu Ling’s heart race.

She looked gentler with glasses on, but her eyes, behind the lens, appeared even colder and more detached.

Xu Ling loved that vibe. That was the kind of look she gave her the first time they met—made her legs go weak.

“You’re wearing perfume?” Qin Cong’an asked.

Xu Ling swallowed. “Yeah. Is that bad?”

“It’s good,” Qin Cong’an said, then raised the script. “But do we need perfume to run lines?”

“…” Xu Ling moved closer and sat beside her. “I just felt like it, okay?”

“Alright.” Qin Cong’an looked down at the script again. “Jian Yu’s birthday—do you think she’s more happy or more sad?”

Xu Ling was speechless. They were really going to discuss this seriously now? And her attitude was so professional that it forced Xu Ling to switch into work mode too.

“Both, I guess.”

Qin Cong’an looked at her. “I know both. I’m asking which is stronger?”

“That’s hard to say.”

“Can you be serious for once?” Qin Cong’an frowned.

Xu Ling suddenly felt like she was a student getting called on in Chinese class—pure trauma.

But looking into her eyes behind the lenses… okay, if the teacher was Qin Cong’an, maybe it wasn’t so bad.