The Extravagant Alpha And The Cold Movie Queen’s Fake Act Became Real - Chapter 10

Chapter 10: Kiss Me Again

After the first episode of the show finished filming, Fu Ru’an gradually began to notice that Ruan Siyi seemed to be deliberately avoiding her.

During the recording, Ruan Siyi maintained her usual calm and composed demeanor on the surface, as if nothing had changed.

But once they returned home after filming, Fu Ru’an’s sharp intuition told her that every evasive glance and the deliberate distance Ruan Siyi kept between them hid some peculiar, unspoken emotion.

From dodging shared meals to the increased space between them in bed at night, the shift in Ruan Siyi’s attitude was unmistakable.

Fu Ru’an felt that she needed to have a proper talk with Ruan Siyi.

Night had fallen, and the sky was moonless, with only a scattering of stars flickering faintly.

When she finally finished her day’s work and pushed open the front door, the first thing she saw was Ruan Siyi standing in the entryway, pushing a suitcase as if about to leave.

Fu Ru’an froze for a moment, her gaze darkening imperceptibly.

Leaning against the doorframe, she silently watched Ruan Siyi without saying a word.

Ruan Siyi clearly hadn’t expected her to return so early today. When she looked up and met Fu Ru’an’s eyes, her movements faltered briefly.

A moment later, she spoke with a hint of nervousness, “Um… Sister Fu, I’ve taken on a new job and need to go to Shanghai for a few days.”

Her tone was light and casual, as if discussing the most ordinary of matters.

Fu Ru’an narrowed her eyes slightly, her slender fingers resting on the doorknob, gently rubbing it.

A faint tension lingered in the air, like the calm before a storm.

She didn’t immediately respond to Ruan Siyi’s words. Instead, she slowly stepped closer, her gaze fixed directly on Ruan Siyi.

“In such a hurry?”

Fu Ru’an’s voice cooled slightly, carrying a hint of amusement that wasn’t quite amusement.

An alarm instantly went off in Ruan Siyi’s heart—the faint chill in those words unsettled her.

She forced a calm smile. “No choice, work calls. You know how long it’s been since I’ve had any opportunities. Now that an advertiser finally sees my potential, I can’t exactly turn it down.”

“What kind of ad?” Fu Ru’an asked lightly.

A trace of awkwardness flashed across Ruan Siyi’s face. “Mao Shan Wang… durians.”

Fu Ru’an: “…………”

The previously stiff atmosphere seemed to ease slightly.

Seeing that Fu Ru’an had no further reaction, Ruan Siyi lowered her head and prepared to walk past the person in front of her, pulling her suitcase along.

However, after just a few steps, her wrist was caught by a slender hand.

The grip wasn’t forceful, but it was impossible to ignore.

“Shanghai. How many days?”

Fu Ru’an’s tone softened, as if laced with a touch of helplessness.

Ruan Siyi lowered her lashes, an inexplicable mix of irritation and sourness welling up in her chest. “Three days.”

Three days later would coincide exactly with the second recording of Heart Signal.

She had timed it perfectly—not a single day spent at home.

Fu Ru’an released her hand.

The next second.

Ruan Siyi felt herself abruptly pulled into a soft embrace. The coat, still carrying the chill of the night air, pressed against her through the thin fabric of her clothes, transferring its warmth to her skin.

The person before her pushed her, driving her straight into the corner until her back met the cold, unyielding wall—nowhere left to retreat.

Her nostrils were filled with the scent of Baileys, the rich aroma of alcohol making her heart waver faintly.

Her grip loosened, and the suitcase, suddenly deprived of support, fell with a loud “thud” onto the smooth tiled floor.

Ruan Siyi’s breathing grew slightly rapid, her throat dry.

She wanted to avoid Fu Ru’an’s overly direct gaze but didn’t know where else to look.

She tried to push Fu Ru’an away, but the moment her hands touched Fu Ru’an’s chest, she was met with startling warmth and softness, as if an electric current had jolted through her, and she quickly withdrew them.

Leaving Ruan Siyi no room to retreat or prepare, Fu Ru’an leaned in close, tilted her head up, and abruptly pressed her lips to Ruan Siyi’s.

In that instant, Ruan Siyi’s mind went blank.

Fu Ru’an’s lips were astonishingly soft and moist, carrying an almost irresistible dominance, effortlessly parting Ruan Siyi’s lips and invading her mouth with an aggressive sweep, seizing every breath.

The tip of her tongue grazed Ruan Siyi’s teeth, easily stirring tremors from her deepest core.

Dizzy and dazed, Ruan Siyi couldn’t tell whether it was from the kiss or the intoxicating scent of Baileys.

Her gaze instinctively fell on Fu Ru’an.

Even though the other had taken the initiative, now, under the influence of this wet, lingering kiss, the beauty’s body had gone soft, her embrace growing heavier against Ruan Siyi’s chest, amplifying the already suffocating lack of oxygen with an even more stifling intimacy.

Their ragged breaths mingled in the tangled pheromones—

Baileys, cloyingly sweet; vodka, intensely potent. The shadows in the corner were like abandoned wastelands forsaken by the light, blue and red flames entwining in scorching, fervent combustion.

Every time Fu Ru’an’s tongue slid over her sharp teeth, she felt as if a spark was being struck between their lips and teeth, only to be extinguished again and again in the sticky saliva.

She had seen Fu Ru’an’s lips and tongue.

Lush and crimson, like fresh, delicate rose petals still glistening with dew.

And now, those vibrant, sweet petals were between her lips and teeth, being ground and sucked.

As time passed, they had been kissing in this little corner for who knew how long, and Fu Ru’an’s stamina was gradually wearing thin.

The initiative began to shift.

Ruan Siyi lowered her eyes to look at her. Fu Ru’an hadn’t yet recovered from the intensity of the kiss just now-the cool corners of her eyes tinged with a faint red, her lips slightly parted. From Ruan Siyi’s angle, she could just barely glimpse the omega’s slightly swollen little tongue.

She looked both alluring and helpless.

For Ruan Siyi now, this was nothing short of blatant temptation.

Her gaze flickered to the side of the door.

Ruan Siyi’s eyes darkened.

She wrapped her arm around Fu Ru’an’s waist and abruptly lifted her, placing her on the shoe cabinet by the door.

Though called a shoe cabinet, it wasn’t exactly short-perhaps because it was designed to hold boots. Once seated, Fu Ru’an was actually slightly taller than the standing Ruan Siyi.

But the shoe cabinet had a half-recessed design:

Only half of its surface protruded from the wall, narrow enough to unsettle.

For the first time, Fu Ru’an felt like a small boat caught in a storm, teetering precariously, as if she might fall at any moment.

She seemed to react, lowering her head slightly.

There, Ruan Siyi’s burning hands gripped her cool thighs, holding her steady to keep her from toppling over.

Those puppy-like brown eyes were filled with nothing but her reflection.

“Sister Fu, let’s kiss again, okay?”