After Swapping Bodies with the Movie Queen, She Ended Up with Me (GL) - Chapter 56

Mu Lingwan’s heart trembled at her words, and her gaze toward Rong Qing carried a trace of fluster.

Why is she being so forward?

Mu Lingwan clenched her fist, wondering—was she always this proactive?

This is so embarrassing…

Rong Qing looked at the person before her in confusion. She didn’t understand why Mu Lingwan had asked her to shower but then hesitated to kiss her. Didn’t she want to get this over with quickly?

Since she wasn’t making a move, Rong Qing decided to take the initiative.

Just as Mu Lingwan was hesitating over what kind of opening line wouldn’t sound like a cheesy adult film, she saw Rong Qing scoot closer and lean in to kiss her.

The moment their lips lightly touched, a tingling sensation spread through Mu Lingwan, like an electric current—not painful, not itchy, just numbing.

Rong Qing’s lips were soft but unpracticed. After a brief press, she started to pull away. Mu Lingwan’s expression darkened, and she immediately reached out, cupping the back of Rong Qing’s head to pull her back in.

“Mmm…”

Rong Qing instinctively resisted, pushing against her, but Mu Lingwan held her firmly. She even slipped her tongue past Rong Qing’s lips, invading her mouth with a relentless assault.

Unlike their previous kisses, this one was fierce, as if Mu Lingwan wanted to devour Rong Qing whole.

Her tongue was sucked until it tingled, and Rong Qing squeezed her eyes shut. She could taste the peach-flavored toothpaste in Mu Lingwan’s mouth—a fresh sweetness that swept over her, licking at her teeth and tangling with her tongue.

Mu Lingwan bit Rong Qing’s lips, feeling as though her entire body was on fire. Her hands slid down to grip Rong Qing’s waist, pressing into the dip of her back with slight force. Hearing Rong Qing’s ragged breaths, she guided her to sit in her lap.

“!!!”

Rong Qing was startled and immediately braced her hands on Mu Lingwan’s shoulders, trying to struggle free, but the other woman held her in place.

“Lingwan…”

Rong Qing’s eyes were red, her lips swollen from the suction. Sitting in Mu Lingwan’s lap felt unbearably awkward, and she squirmed, trying to get down. “Don’t…”

Didn’t they agree it was just a kiss?

Why was she holding her now?

Mu Lingwan’s dark eyes were deep and intense. She gently squeezed Rong Qing’s hand, as if squeezing her heart, before slowly leaning in again. Her breath first brushed against Rong Qing’s nose, forcing her to tilt her head back slightly before Mu Lingwan kissed her again.

This kiss wasn’t as rough as the last, but it was still intense. Rong Qing felt her waist go weak, and she looped her arms around Mu Lingwan’s neck, pressing closer.

The rustling of clothes, their ragged breaths as they kissed—everything was amplified a hundredfold in that moment.

It made Rong Qing’s eardrums throb.

When Mu Lingwan’s hand slid under her skirt and slowly trailed up her back, Rong Qing quickly grabbed her wrist, pressing her forehead against Mu Lingwan’s as she panted softly.

“…The camera,” Rong Qing murmured.

Mu Lingwan glanced at the recording device with its blinking light, then back at Rong Qing.

“Alright.” She nuzzled the woman in her arms with her nose and whispered, “Let’s go back to the room.”

“Mm.” Rong Qing nodded, her face burning.

“My room,” Mu Lingwan added.

This time, Rong Qing hesitated for a long moment before finally murmuring a soft, “Mm.”

Early the next morning, Rong Qing was awakened by her phone ringing. She fumbled under her pillow for a while but couldn’t find her phone, and then the ringing stopped. Soon after, someone sat up beside her and answered the call.

“Today?”

The voice on the other end sounded hoarse. She cleared her throat lightly before saying, “It’s me. Yeah, I got it.”

After hanging up, Mu Lingwan held up the black screen of the phone and glanced at the reflection of the person inside. Staring at the familiar face, she felt a mix of emotions.

It really worked.

Mu Lingwan touched her own face. Last night, the two had kissed and done more, exhausting themselves until late before finally falling asleep. Upon waking up, they had switched back, though the sticky feeling all over her body was quite uncomfortable.

Putting the phone down, Mu Lingwan noticed Rong Qing lying beside her, pretending to sleep. She narrowed her eyes slightly, then leaned down with an amused smile to plant a kiss on Rong Qing’s smooth shoulder. Brushing the long hair at her temple aside, she teased, “Still pretending to sleep?”

Rong Qing stiffened, squeezing her eyes shut without a word.

This was too awkward.

Seeing Rong Qing persist in her act, Mu Lingwan sighed helplessly and raised an eyebrow. She then threw off the covers and stepped barefoot onto the carpet, picking up her pajamas from the floor. “I’m going to shower. You should too,” she said.

The person on the bed continued to play dead.

After showering and thoroughly cleaning herself inside and out, Mu Lingwan stepped out, drying her hair, only to find that Rong Qing—who should have been lying there pretending to sleep—had already fled. All that remained was a crumpled blanket, left lonely on the bed.

Mu Lingwan placed her hands on her hips and pursed her lips.

Meanwhile, Rong Qing had long since retreated to her guest room. Tossing her clothes aside, she rushed into the bathroom for a shower. Looking at her restored reflection in the mirror, she felt overjoyed.

It really worked, just as Mu Lingwan had said!

Rong Qing happily cupped her face, but her excitement lasted barely two seconds before giving way to gloom.

She hadn’t forgotten what happened last night. It had started with just a kiss, but things had quickly escalated. She couldn’t even remember how Mu Lingwan had undressed her, only how the two had ended up tangled together.

With a loud smack, Rong Qing slapped her cheeks, forcing herself to snap out of it.

They were both adults. There was nothing wrong with being intimate with someone she liked.

Wait, no—she and Mu Lingwan weren’t like that. They were just acquaintances. And even if they had crossed that line, it wasn’t a big deal.

Right!

Rong Qing pumped herself up. “It’s not a big deal. We’re adults. I can face this calmly!”

After her shower, Rong Qing sat on the edge of the bed, sighing with her damp hair still dripping.

How could she possibly face this calmly?

She wasn’t like Mu Lingwan, who could wake up and casually give her a good morning kiss.

Rong Qing wanted to grab her phone and search for advice on how to greet someone the morning after, but after searching the room, she realized her phone was probably still in the living room from last night.

To get it, she’d have to open the door—and risk running into Mu Lingwan. Just the thought of seeing her brought back all the memories from last night.

“Ugh!”

Rong Qing flopped onto the bed, wishing she could just disappear.

Growl—

Her stomach chose that very moment to growl loudly, reminding Rong Qing that it was almost noon and she hadn’t eaten anything yet. Sitting up, she rubbed her belly, realizing there was no escaping this – whether now or later, Mu Lingwan would eventually come looking for her.

Better to take the initiative than wait passively.

Having made up her mind, Rong Qing jumped up and rummaged through her closet for something to wear. After quickly drying her hair, she prepared to go downstairs and “take the initiative,” but her courage failed her the moment she reached the staircase. One look at Mu Lingwan made her want to retreat immediately.

Mu Lingwan noticed her too, raising an eyebrow slightly before continuing her phone conversation: “No need to come over. I just ran some simple tests. You don’t have to rush here immediately.”

The person on the other end seemed to be Zhou Ying, sounding quite anxious. Rong Qing could faintly hear the voice as she quietly slipped into the living room to search for her phone.

“Looking for something?”

Mu Lingwan appeared before Rong Qing like a ghost, speaking suddenly and making her jump in fright. Rubbing her hands against her pants nervously, Rong Qing replied, “My phone.”

“Here.” Mu Lingwan pulled Rong Qing’s phone from her pocket and handed it over. “You left it in my room last night.”

Not daring to meet her eyes, Rong Qing took the phone and immediately sat on the farthest single-seat sofa, leaving Mu Lingwan no opportunity to get close.

Mu Lingwan blinked at her before settling comfortably on the large central sofa. “Now that we’ve switched back today, aren’t you going to video call your family to let them know you’re safe?”

Rong Qing’s head snapped up. “You’re right! I need to call my dad!”

She quickly pulled up her father’s contact and initiated the video call, taking the opportunity to smooth out her freshly dried, slightly messy hair.

The phone rang for a while before connecting, revealing an extreme close-up of her father’s face.

“Dad.” Rong Qing beamed at the familiar face. “Where are you? At home?”

A deep male voice came through the phone. “No, helping your great-uncle turn the soil. We just harvested the sweet potatoes, need to prepare the field for the next planting season.”

Mu Lingwan glanced over, surprised to learn Rong Qing’s family were farmers. How… rustic.

Rong Qing, however, took it in stride. “Don’t overwork yourself. Have you had lunch yet? Where are grandma and grandpa? How are uncle and aunt? And what about little Wang and the others…”

Mu Lingwan pretended to be absorbed in her phone while secretly eavesdropping on Rong Qing’s conversation. The greetings to various relatives alone lasted over five minutes – Mu Lingwan had no idea Rong Qing had so many family members. She even wanted to see the neighbor’s newborn puppies. Finally, her father seemed tired of his daughter’s chatter and changed the subject.

“I saw you on TV,” Rong Qing’s father said. “Not just me – your grandparents, great-uncles, uncles, aunts, and all the relatives saw it too. Everyone says you’ve lost weight and gotten prettier, hardly looks like you came from our village anymore.”

Rong Qing grinned foolishly. “Looking thinner is better for the camera.”

“But girls still shouldn’t be too thin. Being too thin makes you prone to illness. Those celebrities weighing only 70-80 pounds are terrifying—even our family’s big yellow dog weighs over 60 pounds.”

“If Big Yellow were on camera, he’d have to slim down to meet requirements too.”

Mu Lingwan propped her chin on her hand, watching Rong Qing effortlessly shift topics mid-conversation. Fortunately, Rong Qing’s father seemed like an honest, good-natured man—patiently listening to his daughter’s endless chatter before occasionally responding. Only when Rong Qing finally ran out of things to say did she quiet down slightly.

So adorable.

Mu Lingwan mused that she’d always seen this girl as a naive little creature, but watching her interact with her father made her seem even more like an immature cub, chattering endlessly about her recent adventures to her parent.

It was hard to imagine how someone like this could survive in this industry without connections or resources. She’d probably end up like Ye Junjun—called in by her manager for performance reviews, eliminated through ranking systems, then packing her bags to leave the stage.

Fortunately, she could help her.

Just as Mu Lingwan was completely absorbed in watching Rong Qing, she heard the voice from the video call ask: “I’ve heard people say you have a girlfriend now. Is that true?”

Mu Lingwan immediately sat up straight.

Rong Qing awkwardly glanced at Mu Lingwan, their eyes accidentally meeting before she quickly looked away, nervously rubbing her nose.

Rong Qing’s father continued: “I’ve been meaning to ask—where exactly are you staying? This doesn’t look like a hotel or your dorm. Did you move?”

Moved? She’d practically moved into someone else’s home.

Rong Qing’s face flushed crimson as she stammered, “This… this place belongs to… to Junjun…”

Before she could finish the lie, Mu Lingwan stood up and walked behind Rong Qing, appearing in the camera frame.

“Hello, uncle,” Mu Lingwan greeted the weather-beaten man wearing a straw hat in the video call, her voice steady. “I’m Mu Lingwan, Xiaoging’s girlfriend.”

Rong Qing’s hands trembled so violently she nearly dropped her phone.

Rong Qing’s father looked nothing like his daughter—he was clearly a seasoned middle-aged man, his skin darkened by the sun, face lined with deep wrinkles, yet his eyes remained sharp and penetrating even through the camera.

The man clearly hadn’t expected Mu Lingwan’s sudden appearance. After studying her carefully, he said, “Hello. I’ve seen you often on TV, but this is my first time seeing you in person.” He added, “You’re much thinner than on television. And prettier too.”

Mu Lingwan smiled politely. “Thank you, uncle.”

“You’re both too thin,” Rong Qing’s father said to his daughter. “Send me your address later—I’ll mail you some homemade cured meat and fresh corn. You both need to eat more. Can’t be living on salads three meals a day—need more meat.”

Rong Qing thought to herself—three meals? They barely managed one.

“Got it, dad. I’ll send the address later. We… we have things to do, so I’ll hang up now.”

“Alright, you two go ahead with your business.”

After ending the video call, Rong Qing clutched her phone nervously, not daring to turn around. Without others present, she felt particularly tense now.

“Your dad seems nice,” Mu Lingwan remarked from behind the sofa, watching the back of Rong Qing’s head. “Very warm, though he doesn’t look much like you.”

“Yeah, everyone in my family says that,” Rong Qing replied nervously. “Dad says I take after my mom.”

Mu Lingwan gave a noncommittal hum and moved to sit beside her, eyeing Rong Qing. “Now that your dad’s situation is settled, shouldn’t we talk about our matters?”

Rong Qing turned to her, uneasy. “Our… matters?”

“We’ve got plenty,” Mu Lingwan said, lifting her gaze to the DSLR camera still set up in the living room. They had left it there after going upstairs last night, and now it had powered off from low battery, yet remained ominously perched on its tripod.

It looked vaguely eerie.

“Since we’ve confirmed the method of switching, things will be easier,” Mu Lingwan continued. “If you ever face something you can’t handle, we can just swap, and I’ll take over.”

Rong Qing nodded.

Yes, yes, take it all—she just wanted to stay a dutiful, unambitious slacker.

“But barring any surprises, this is only temporary,” Mu Lingwan added. “Like Cinderella’s magic, it’ll wear off at midnight. We’ll switch back by morning, so we still need a permanent solution.”

Still, at least this way, emergencies wouldn’t be as stressful.

Rong Qing thought for a moment. “What if we don’t sleep? Would that mean we don’t switch back?”

“Not sure,” Mu Lingwan said. “We can test it tonight.”

Test again?

Just hearing the word made Rong Qing’s scalp tingle, but she couldn’t deny the logic. She nodded meekly.

“Besides that…”

Mu Lingwan’s gaze lingered on her as she asked softly, “Were you satisfied last night?”

Rong Qing’s face exploded with heat. She pretended not to understand, glancing around in feigned confusion. Amused by her evasiveness, Mu Lingwan leaned back on the sofa, arms crossed. “Technically, it was your body touching me last night. I didn’t react much, so why are you blushing?”

Rong Qing gaped at her.

Mu Lingwan continued, “If anything, I was the one at a disadvantage. You just lay there while I did all the work—my hand even got sore, and you didn’t lift a finger to help.”

Rong Qing’s pupils trembled. “I—I didn’t—”

Mu Lingwan sighed. “Even if this is just a partnership, we’ve still shared some genuine moments. I thought you’d take responsibility, but it seems you’re just as heartless as the rest.”

“I—I’m not—”

“Ah, never mind.” Mu Lingwan’s expression turned sorrowful. “You probably don’t care about me at all.”

Rong Qing shot to her feet, face burning. “That’s not true! It wasn’t like that at all! You said it was just a kiss—who knew you’d drag me to bed after!”

Mu Lingwan tilted her head up. “But you didn’t refuse me in bed, either.”

Rong Qing flushed deeper. “I didn’t refuse because I… I just…”

“What’s wrong?” Mu Lingwan looked at her.

Rong Qing struggled to hold back for a moment before finally stomping her foot and trying to run away. Mu Lingwan grinned so widely it nearly split her face, reaching out to pull Rong Qing back and tightly holding her in her arms. She gazed down at her and said, “Then let’s try again.”

Without waiting for a response, Mu Lingwan kissed her. Rong Qing was startled at first, but as she felt the other’s lips, she gradually relaxed, sinking into the kiss.

Rong Qing lifted her hands to loop around Mu Lingwan’s shoulders, parting her lips at the other’s silent urging.

Both of them had just woken up and freshened up, and after yesterday’s intimacy, their bodies were still sensitive. Rong Qing felt waves of tingling heat spread from her waist, and by the time she regained her senses, Mu Lingwan had already pushed her down onto the sofa.

Mu Lingwan’s long black hair cascaded down, brushing against Rong Qing’s flushed cheeks and neck, catching traces of the sweat that had just begun to form.

Glancing at her own hair, Mu Lingwan found it bothersome and reached for the hair tie carelessly tossed on the coffee table. She pressed another kiss to Rong Qing’s lips before placing the hair tie in her hand.

“Help me tie my hair. You can do that, right?”

Between kisses and wandering touches, Rong Qing struggled to gather Mu Lingwan’s hair. The silky strands slipped through her fingers like eels—no sooner had she secured one section than another escaped. To make matters worse, Mu Lingwan kept distracting her with playful nips, leaving two faint marks on her shoulders without her even realizing.

Rong Qing’s face burned crimson. By the time she finally managed to tie Mu Lingwan’s hair, the other woman had already left several small love bites along her collarbone.

“Don’t bite…” Rong Qing pleaded, gripping Mu Lingwan’s shoulders. “I still want to go out these next few days…”

She had plans to wear her prettiest dress and go shopping with Ye Junjun. If she ended up with visible marks, she’d be too embarrassed to step outside.

Mu Lingwan sighed regretfully, eyeing the two faint marks already gracing Rong Qing’s delicate collarbone. She trailed her fingers along the soft skin of Rong Qing’s inner thigh, giving it a teasing pinch. “Fine. Then I’ll just leave my marks somewhere else.”

Rong Qing nearly burst into tears. Since when had Mu Lingwan become like this? Ever since yesterday, the moment she’d agreed to be intimate, Mu Lingwan had been practically glowing with excitement, pinning her to the sofa and teasing her relentlessly. It wasn’t until Rong Qing, eyes reddened, whispered that she was hungry that Mu Lingwan finally relented and got up to make food.

That night, Mu Lingwan had kept Rong Qing awake, determined to see how long their body swap would last this time.

But humans couldn’t stay awake forever. The two curled up on the sofa and put on a random movie. By four in the morning, Rong Qing could no longer fight off exhaustion and dozed off against Mu Lingwan’s shoulder. Mu Lingwan didn’t wake her, holding out until five before her own eyelids grew unbearably heavy. When she opened her eyes again, it was already the next morning.

Mu Lingwan turned to look at the person beside her. Rong Qing was now sitting in the spot she herself had occupied yesterday, the remote control long since slipped onto the carpet. She was fast asleep, wearing Mu Lingwan’s face.

It seemed that as long as they fell asleep, they would swap back—and the duration lasted roughly a day, give or take a few hours.

Mu Lingwan yawned and stood up, closing the living room curtains before carefully laying the sleeping Rong Qing flat on the sofa and tucking her in with a blanket. Only then did she head upstairs to wash up.

While brushing her teeth, Mu Lingwan tugged at her collar and caught sight of the little love bites she’d left on Rong Qing yesterday. The sight made her teeth itch with desire, and she nibbled on her toothbrush, thinking she should leave a couple more marks next time she got the chance.

After finishing her oral routine, Mu Lingwan finally pulled out her phone to call Zhou Ying, reporting yesterday’s experimental results. Zhou Ying listened with amazed admiration.

“If this works 100%, then at least we can get back to normal work.” Zhou Ying let out a sigh of relief and said to Mu Lingwan, “We’ve had to turn down so many announcements recently—it’s been driving me crazy. There are several important dinner meetings you’ll need to attend personally. What do you think…”

“What kind of dinners are they?” Mu Lingwan asked, sitting on the makeup stool while looking at her reflection in the mirror.

“Ming Qiao’s side is pushing their promotions hard, so we need to start building momentum too.” Zhou Ying flipped through her notebook and continued, “There are dinners with investors and advertisers we must attend, relationships with the review committee need to be maintained, and then there are a few endorsement matters that require your personal presence.”

After Zhou Ying finished speaking, Mu Lingwan nodded. “Then let’s proceed according to your plan. This time, we definitely can’t fall behind Ming Qiao.”