The Extravagant Alpha And The Cold Movie Queen’s Fake Act Became Real - Chapter 22

Chapter 22: She Crushed the Last Inhibitor.

Ruan Siyi reached out and pushed open the bathroom door.

The design of the presidential suite’s shower area was equally thoughtful.

An oversized bathtub stood beside a floor-to-ceiling window that could only be seen through from the inside.

Outside the window, the nighttime cityscape stretched far below, dazzling neon lights intertwining with scattered stars, seeming both distant and within reach.

Yet she had long lost any interest in the view beyond the glass.

Because in the bathtub, a far more vivid sight had captured her full attention.

The alluring omega’s red dress was thoroughly soaked, clinging tightly to her body. The long dress outlined her slender waist, and the curves of her chest were unmistakably exposed.

Due to the sudden onset of her heat, Fu Ru’an was in a dazed and disoriented state.

She had collapsed weakly into the white bathtub filled with warm water, her calves dangling unconsciously over the edge.

Her delicate, porcelain-like ankles were adorned with the same fiery red stilettos as her dress, their sharp, slender heels looking as though the next step might press down on the accelerator, sending her careening off a cliff. Thin red straps wound around her ankles, spiraling up her calves and disappearing beneath the already drenched hem of her skirt.

Beneath that skirt lay shadows and hidden depths.

Ruan Siyi swallowed hard, almost involuntarily.

Inside the room, the increasingly potent omega pheromones relentlessly assaulted her senses. She took a deep breath, trying to suppress the alpha pheromones seeping from her glands.

But she failed.

“Don’t…”

Fu Ru’an half-squinted, her face flushed with a riot of spring colors, speaking between slightly labored breaths.

“Did you never take biology class? For an omega to get through their heat, they need an Alpha partner’s pheromones, and…”

She left the latter half of the sentence unspoken.

However, with Ruan Siyi’s years of experience reading yuri novels, guessing the rest was practically child’s play.

Aside from an Alpha’s pheromones to soothe, there was also…

Sexual pleasure.

Gritting her teeth, she closed her eyes and turned away, refusing to look at the omega in the bathtub any longer. A powerful surge of pheromones was released in an instant.

The scent of vodka immediately flooded the cramped space, mingling with Fu Ru’an’s Bailey’s, the currents swirling upward.

With her vision deprived, her hearing sharpened considerably.

In Ruan Siyi’s ears, she could clearly hear the rapid, pleasured gasps and soft moans of the person being soothed by her pheromones. She could even picture Fu Ru’an’s dazed eyes, her limp wrists, the slight rise and fall of her body.

Right now, she was a delicate flower in desperate need of her partner’s care. Ruan Siyi didn’t have to lift a finger to effortlessly control her pain, pleasure, joy, and sorrow.

“Ruan Ruan…”

Fu Ru’an squirmed slightly, unable to bear it any longer. The water in the bathtub splashed with soft plops, tiny droplets flying—one warm bead landing squarely on the back of Ruan Siyi’s hand, glistening.

Before she could even utter the words “Help me,” Ruan Siyi hurriedly cut in.

“Sister Fu… I’ll go get you some suppressants!”

Fu Ru’an: “……”

High-end hotels like this usually accounted for guests’ emergencies. The nightstand drawers were stocked with suppressants for both Alphas and omegas, just in case things got out of hand.

Ruan Siyi bolted out the door like a gust of wind, yanking the nightstand drawer open with such force that its contents went flying from the momentum.

It turned out to be a pheromone suppressant.

It could help an omega temporarily get through their sensitive period.

She let out a heavy sigh of relief.

This should be able to help Sister Fu, right?

She had seen this suppressant online—it was the latest release from a pharmaceutical company this year. Not only could it extremely effectively control an omega’s pheromone overflow, but it could also painlessly help them endure their sensitive period.

Because of this, despite its high price, it was immediately swept off the shelves upon release and hailed as “a boon for omegas.”

As expected of a five-star hotel owned by the Fu family—even the suppressants were a cut above those in other hotels.

She hurriedly ran back to the shower room.

“Sister Fu! Look! I brought it for you!”

Excited, she was about to hand it to Fu Ru’an, but in her overeagerness, her foot slipped.

She managed to steady herself against the wall in time, but the suppressant slipped from her grip and fell to the ground with a crisp clink.

“Hiss—”

She couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath and immediately crouched down to check on it, her slender fingers brushing over its glass casing.

“Luckily, the quality is good—only a small crack on the casing.”

Ruan Siyi muttered under her breath, sighing in relief.

“Sister Fu—”

Just as she was about to look up, a flash of dazzling red swept past her vision.

It was Fu Ru’an’s high heels.

Fu Ru’an had, at some point, slowly risen to her feet, bracing herself against the edge of the bathtub. The water-red hue flowed like liquid light, the sharp toe of the shoe refracting a keen, bright edge.

Ruan Siyi’s eyes widened, but all she could see was that pair of beautiful, exorbitantly priced red stilettos stepping directly onto the crack on the suppressant’s glass casing, pressing down—once, then again—slowly grinding from front to back.

Until the already damaged casing, under the immense pressure, let out a series of muffled shattering sounds.

Ruan Siyi’s breath hitched instantly, her gaze frozen stiffly on the movements of those red high heels.

“Sister Fu…”

She murmured under her breath, her voice trembling with confusion, disbelief, and incomprehension.

This is… what’s going on?!

Before her eyes, Fu Ru’an stood drenched, her red dress clinging to her body, water droplets trailing down her neck and shoulders, sketching a mesmerizing yet forbidden silhouette.

Fu Ru’an’s gaze was half-drunk, half-awake, teetering between sober restraint and surrender.

She slowly raised her hand, tucking the damp strands of hair behind her ear, tilting her head slightly to look at Ruan Siyi—as if scrutinizing her, yet also like an invitation.

“You brought the suppressant… Ruan Ruan…”

“Are you planning to abandon me?”

Her lips parted slightly, her voice low and husky yet tender, carrying a hint of fragile vulnerability and longing.

One final move-

With a subtle twist of her high heel, Fu Ru’an precisely crushed the suppressant’s fragile crack.

Click.

Accompanied by a crisp shattering sound, the glass casing of the suppressant splintered, scattering tiny shards that glimmered like crystal under the bathroom lights.

Until it was utterly destroyed.

Beyond any hope of use.

Ruan Siyi could only watch helplessly as the last suppressant in the room shattered into pieces before her eyes. Her heart felt as though something had plucked its strings taut, the cold, sharp scent of pheromones mingling within her, gradually igniting into a blazing fire.

Fu Ru’an’s posture seemed to declare something to her, her half-lidded eyes brimming with suppressed desire, making it impossible for Ruan Siyi to look away.

“Sister Fu, you know this was for your sake…”

Ruan Siyi’s voice was slightly strained as she struggled to maintain her composure, though her fingers trembled faintly, as if fighting to restrain some overwhelming impulse.

“You’re in your sensitive period right now, not thinking clearly. I shouldn’t be like this…”

This was outright taking advantage of someone.

No matter how much she yearned for her sister’s body, she couldn’t possibly do something so excessive to Sister Fu while she wasn’t in her right mind.

Fu Ru’an leaned in closer, their noses almost touching, her eyes filled with unconcealed tenderness and dependence.

“But I don’t want it.”

“I want you, Ruan Siyi.”

Inhibitors would only suppress her desires.

But Ruan Siyi…

Fu Ru’an lowered her lashes, gazing at Ruan Siyi’s slender fingers with their calloused tips, neatly trimmed nails rounded and polished. A tingling itch gradually rose from her abdomen, spreading upward.

Though her mind wasn’t entirely rational at the moment, she still retained some basic judgment.

Silently, she drew the second half of her conclusion:

Inhibitors would only suppress her desires.

But Ruan Siyi…

Just looking at her promised pure satisfaction.

Unable to resist, she licked her lips, the already crimson hue now glistening with moisture.

Seeing Fu Ru’an about to continue speaking, Ruan Siyi shivered and hastily reached out to cover her mouth.

But then-

Her palm suddenly met a wet, lingering sensation.

Fu Ru’an…

Had actually stuck out her tongue while her mouth was covered!

Ruan Siyi’s heart threatened to explode. She tried to pull her hand back, but Fu Ru’an tilted her head slightly and parted her lips, taking Ruan Siyi’s finger into her mouth.

Every drop of bl00d in her body seemed to rush to her head. The warmth of Fu Ru’an’s soft tongue enveloped her fingertip, the damp sensation sending a tingling spark straight to her heart. Her pulse raced wildly, as if it might leap out of her chest.

Fu Ru’an’s tongue slowly traced the pad of her finger, hot breath ghosting over her palm in a teasing caress. Her lips tightened slightly, gently sucking the digit in-

Then releasing it, only to nibble and graze with delicate bites.

With each movement, the tender, deliberate licks chipped away at Ruan Siyi’s resolve, her breathing growing ragged.

Frozen in place, Ruan Siyi could only surrender as Fu Ru’an’s tongue glided over her palm, the tingling waves sinking deep into her skin-an irresistible temptation.

“Fu Ru’an…”

Ruan Siyi’s voice was pleading as she stared at the flushed omega in the throes of her heat.

“Don’t…”

“Why are you calling my name now, baby?”

Fu Ru’an looked up in confusion, slowly releasing the finger from her mouth. Ruan Siyi’s finger was glistening, slick with saliva, shining prettily.

“Hmph… Do you think my saliva is gross, Ruan Ruan…?”

Her delicate brows furrowed slightly as she wrapped her arms around Ruan Siyi’s neck, pressing kisses to her forehead, eyes, cheeks, and the corners of her lips.

The intimate physical contact made Fu Ru’an unable to hold back, letting out a soft sigh. Like parched land suddenly blessed with rain, she exhaled one pleasured gasp after another, damp and wanton.

Ruan Siyi grunted as Fu Ru’an bumped against her.

Her entire face was smothered with the sweet kisses of an omega in heat, the warmth lingering, impossible to shake off.

So sweet.

Not only was Sister Fu’s pheromones fragrant and sugary.

She herself was too.

There were no suppressants left in the room.

At this hour, the pharmacies outside were already closed.

It would also be too much trouble to ask the front desk to send one up.

Ruan Siyi mechanically ran through the possibilities in her mind, silently eliminating every option.

That left only-doing that.

She thought to herself-they were wives, after all. Even if it was just a facade, lacking feelings didn’t mean they couldn’t help each other with certain… physical needs, right?

Besides, Sister Fu had hinted at this issue before.

So, when Fu Ru’an woke up tomorrow morning, she couldn’t possibly blame her, could she?

Ruan Siyi steeled herself.

And felt entirely justified.

Taking a deep breath, she circled Fu Ru’an’s waist, about to undo the bow tied at the back of her dress.

But the woman in her arms let out a coquettish hum, covering Ruan Siyi’s hand with her own, pressing it deeper against her waist.

“Take me to bed, Ruan Ruan.”

The bed in the five-star hotel was indeed spacious and soft, with a dark leather headboard that exuded a sense of steadiness and luxury.

The pure white sheets, bathed in the soft glow of the lamplight, looked as if they were enveloped in a softened halo. The pillows and quilt were as fluffy as clouds, carrying a light, delicate fragrance.

The surroundings were tranquil, with only the faint hum of the room’s air conditioning—warm and comfortable, making even the sound of a heartbeat seem audible.

Fu Ru’an could clearly sense that Ruan Siyi’s movements were growing impatient.

Her body had just sunk into the soft bedding when Ruan Siyi swiftly turned off the overhead light, leaving only an ambiguous, dim nightlight to illuminate their bodies.

Wet clothes shouldn’t be brought onto the bed.

Besides, damp clothing could easily lead to catching a cold.

Adhering to the fine traditions of Chinese virtues, Little Ruan had always taken her mother’s words to heart.

Her mother’s advice from childhood lingered in Ruan Siyi’s mind, seemingly etched as an unbreakable rule of life.

So before Fu Ru’an could even react, she suddenly felt a chill and an emptiness—her clothes were stripped away, and she was unceremoniously tucked under the covers.

Before she could gather her thoughts, Ruan Siyi had already burrowed in after her. The fluffy quilt bulged around her, like a little tent, even carrying a hint of indescribable childishness and cuteness.

Fu Ru’an couldn’t help but close her eyes, trying to calm the emotions surging inside her, only to find her heartbeat growing even more frantic, as if wrapped in the warmth Ruan Siyi had created.

Ruan Siyi nuzzled her shoulder with her head, then nibbled at her lips, occasionally teasing her sensitive earlobe with playful bites.

Her face was flushed, but she clung to the last shred of clarity, kicking Ruan Siyi in reproach.

But how much strength could an omega in heat possibly muster? The final effort, mixed with her deliberately restrained force, landed on Ruan Siyi’s chest with no more impact than a kitten’s playful scratch.

“Idiot… don’t be like this…”

Fu Ru’an barely managed to squeeze out a few fragmented words.

Her voice was low, laced with a mix of helplessness and shyness.

She knew the other’s clumsiness wasn’t intentional, but that didn’t mean she could handle Ruan Siyi’s “chaotic approach” without any defenses.

“If you’re this direct, I won’t feel comfortable.”

Hadn’t they done this once before?

How could she have forgotten all the steps Fu Ru’an had taught her last time?

Ruan Siyi’s hand paused. One hand instinctively pinned down the mischievous foot in her arms, while the other slowly emerged from under the covers.

“Is this still not enough?”

Alpha’s voice carried a hint of bewildered confusion, and in the darkness, there was an unexpectedly innocent, almost naive allure.

Her fingers were damp and sticky, water droplets clinging to her fingertips, trembling on the verge of falling.

The hand gripping her ankle slid up along the slender, well-proportioned calf with a gentle tug, pulling Fu Ru’an even closer.

The next second.

Fu Ru’an’s eyes widened abruptly.

That finger-the very one she had just licked clean in the bathroom, still carrying the moisture of the forest’s mist -now pressed straight past her slightly parted lips, delivering a cool, tingling sensation. Like dewdrops scattered among the trees, it stirred her heart with a clarity that was both vivid and hazy.

Fu Ru’an: “!”

“Mmm-”

The sudden intrusion sent a shiver through her entire body. Tears welled up uncontrollably, a physiological response, mingling with the liquid on Ruan Siyi’s fingers before slipping into her mouth.

A salty taste.

Yet, mixed with the amylase in her saliva, it carried an inexplicable hint of sweetness.

Fu Ru’an suddenly grew flustered, like a chess master who had always controlled the game, only to find herself ensnared in a net woven by the very pieces she had once commanded.

“Sister.”

Ruan Siyi listened to her muffled whimpers, her fingers idly stirring inside Fu Ru’an’s mouth, the obstruction leaving her slightly breathless.

“Sister is so beautiful.”

“Does Sister dislike her own saliva too?”

“But it was Sister who crushed the omega suppressants. Do you regret it now?”

Ruan Siyi murmured softly, her tone laced with what seemed like pure, unadulterated adoration.

Her thumb gently brushed the corner of Fu Ru’an’s lips, gathering the glistening droplets-now mixed with her own essence-and brought them to her own lips. She savored them delicately, as if tasting some rare delicacy, her lips parting with soft, appreciative sounds.

The dim glow of the bedside lamp faintly enveloped the two of them, the shadows between them gradually thickening with a heat that was subtle yet undeniable.

Fu Ru’an wanted to say something, but her omega body, caught in the throes of her cycle, had gone weak and pliant, collapsing helplessly into Ruan Siyi’s embrace as her emotions spiraled further out of control.

Ruan Siyi captured her damp lips, fingers still tangled within, and kissed her deeply.

Alpha’s breath was noticeably scorching, her movements somewhat inexperienced yet unyielding as she breached Fu Ru’an’s defenses.

Fu Ru’an weakly resisted, but her body, heightened by her heat cycle, grew increasingly sensitive, almost powerless against the enveloping presence of the other’s scent.

Ruan Siyi seemed to drift into an ethereal world, her hands kneading a soft, snow-white dough. Head Chef Ruan’s warm palms gently covered it, the heat from her hands slowly seeping in, carrying a delicate yet tender force-as if she were gradually working the dough apart, pressing, folding, the pressure sometimes light, sometimes deepening with measured slowness.

Her fingertips glided along the pliant curves, delving in carefully to blend every subtle texture, as though meticulously searching for a hidden passage. The dough was slowly stretched open, her hands moving as if through a dense forest, leaves brushing lightly past, the faint scent of moisture lingering, a coolness threaded with traces of warmth.

Fu Ru’an arched her neck restlessly, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes into her ears, leaving them flushed and feverish.

The first time had been too rushed, but now, with the chance to savor it, she could distinctly feel the temperature and shape of Ruan Siyi’s fingers.

Like unformed porcelain being molded into the shape of fingers.

“Ruan Ruan…”

Ruan Siyi released the hand pressed against her mouth and casually tugged a pillow from above, tucking it beneath her waist.

“Sister, does this feel better?”

Ruan Siyi’s eyes sparkled as she gazed at her, like a little puppy seeking praise from its owner.

The earnest puppy truly wished for her master’s happiness.

Fu Ru’an shut her eyes, lips parting as she panted.

But a flower caught in a storm had no strength

Fu Ru’an shut her eyes, lips parting as she panted.

But a flower caught in a storm had no strength to respond.

“Sister, why are you closing your eyes?”

Ruan Siyi began licking at her eyelashes again. The warm sensation forced her to open them once more.

“Don’t close them.”

Ruan Siyi started pelting her with questions, each one accompanied by the friction of her calloused fingers.

“Sister, won’t you look down? The color of you is so beautiful.”

“So soft… your voice sounds so sweet.”

“Sister, you’re always so cold around others—why are you so good at moaning now?”

“Why won’t you answer me? Don’t you like it?”

Ruan Siyi suddenly stopped moving.

Fu Ru’an immediately felt empty, unbearably uncomfortable. Her body instinctively tried to shift and rub against Ruan Siyi, but she was firmly pressed down again.

The heat of her estrus cycle made her desperately crave the comfort of a strong Alpha, so she could only answer in a trembling voice.

“I like it, I like Ruan Ruan.”

“Do you only like me, sister?”

“I only like Ruan Ruan.”

Fu Ru’an suddenly felt herself being flipped over.

Ruan Siyi’s hand lifted her long hair, exposing her swan-like neck to the cool air. The scent of Baileys spilled uncontrollably from her glands, intoxicating the room with its sweet, alcoholic fragrance.

Lowering her voice, Fu Ru’an spoke with temptation.

“Ruan Ruan, take a bite here, okay?”

“You want to make sister feel even better, don’t you?”

The scent of vodka surged from the Alpha’s glands, flooding through her entire body. Fu Ru’an felt completely enveloped in the rich aroma, soothed and protected from the inside out.

Once again, she felt the thin layer of calluses on Ruan Siyi’s fingers, rubbing against her skin just as they had earlier when they stirred inside her mouth.

Ruan Siyi gently bit down.

Fu Ru’an’s breathing grew rapid and restless, her fingers tensing.

A temporary mark always required immense restraint from an Alpha to suppress their instincts and avoid turning it into a permanent bond.

Yet Fu Ru’an couldn’t help but freeze in surprise.

“Why is it a temporary mark?”

Why… not a permanent one?

Ruan Siyi’s movements paused slightly. The euphoric haze of being wrapped in the omega’s sweet pheromones was instantly shattered by her words.

She looked up at Fu Ru’an, her eyes startlingly bright in the dim light, yet carrying a depth of unfathomable complexity.

“Sister, don’t joke like that.”

Her voice was hoarse and heavy, laced with a barely concealed tension, as though she was desperately suppressing something.

But she was just a minor cannon fodder character in this world.

She hadn’t forgotten—in this world, only the main leads, the destined pair, could truly love each other and stay together forever.

Lowering her gaze to the exposed gland on Fu Ru’an’s neck, her lips trembled slightly, her heart quietly clenching.

A temporary mark could maintain a fleeting connection, but it would never bind them together like a permanent one. For her, it was both a temptation and an insurmountable line she couldn’t cross.

She knew all too well how agonizing it was to remove a permanent mark in an ABO world.

She couldn’t be selfish enough to subject her sister to that kind of torment—lying on a cold operating table later, when she was meant to be with the main lead, Lu Zhi.

“Sister, I…”

Ruan Siyi took a deep breath, her voice tinged with a faint struggle and restraint.

“I’m afraid I won’t be able to control myself. If I really mark you, you might regret it.”

Fu Ru’an’s eyes flickered with a trace of surprise. She seemed not to fully understand Ruan Siyi’s meaning, her gaze still carrying a hint of bewildered helplessness.

Slowly, she raised her hand, her fingertips gently brushing Ruan Siyi’s cheek, as if to soothe, or perhaps to probe.

“Ruan Ruan, what if I said… I wouldn’t regret it?”

Ruan Siyi’s breath caught abruptly.

A permanent mark, once made, would irrevocably bind their relationship-no longer clear-cut as before, but a complete, irreversible possession, an unbreakable tie.

“I… I can’t take that risk.”

Ruan Siyi took another deep breath, her voice strained with conflict. Struggling to steady her emotions, she lowered her head and pressed a light kiss to Fu Ru’an’s scent gland, ultimately forcing down the fierce desire surging within her.

“Sister, you’re still in your estrus cycle right now. Let’s talk about this again after you’ve passed this phase and regained your clarity.”

Fu Ru’an fell silent for a moment before burying her head against Ruan Siyi’s chest and murmuring a soft, “Okay.”

Whether it was Ruan Siyi’s imagination or not, the fabric over her chest seemed to grow slightly damp.

Ruan Siyi scattered tender kisses atop Fu Ru’an’s head, each one cautious and soundless in the hushed air, as if afraid to disturb the fragile moment.

“Can we go again, Sister?”

At her words, Fu Ru’an half-lidded her eyes, her gaze hazy and brimming with emotion. She tilted her head to look up at Ruan Siyi, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, the curve of her slightly raised chin drawing a delicate arc.

Ruan Siyi’s heart stirred, and she leaned down to kiss her once more.

A long time later.

She carried the exhausted omega to the bath, then brought her cup after cup of warm water, holding each to her lips.

The next day.

As expected, Fu Ru’an didn’t wake before noon-she slept straight until half past two in the afternoon.

Warm sunlight spilled through the gaps in the curtains onto the bed.

As she slowly opened her eyes, her consciousness still foggy, she felt a lingering heat and soreness between her thighs.

Memories of the previous night flooded her mind, causing her cheeks to flush and the tips of her ears to tinge a deep pink.

The moment she tried to move, she couldn’t help but frown. A dull ache spread from her waist down to her thighs, as if all the strength had been drained from her body.

“Awake?”

Beside her, Ruan Siyi-who had been sitting by the bed at some point-held a bowl of congee, offering it to her with gentle warmth.

Her expression carried a hint of guilt and cautious tenderness, her gaze as she looked at Fu Ru’an almost pleadingly soft.

Fu Ru’an was taken aback, accepting the porridge but awkwardly turning her head away, unwilling to meet Ruan Siyi’s gaze.

“Are you hungry?” Ruan Siyi asked softly, her voice impossibly gentle, as if afraid of disturbing Fu Ru’an.

Fu Ru’an lowered her head and took a sip of the porridge, biting the hair tie on her wrist before casually pulling her hair into a loose ponytail.

“My legs are sore. It’s all your fault.”

Hearing this, Ruan Siyi’s expression shifted slightly, a trace of guilt and heartache flashing in her eyes.

She gently set down the bowl of porridge and placed her palm tenderly against the inside of Fu Ru’an’s thigh, slowly massaging it, her fingertips pressing lightly into the sore muscles.

“Sister Fu, I bought some medicine for you. Let me apply it for you later, okay?”

Her voice was soft and cautious, carrying a hint of pleading.

Apply medicine?

Apply it where?

Fu Ru’an couldn’t help but blush and avert her gaze. “You don’t need to pretend to be nice. I can apply it myself.”

“But… that area—are you sure you can reach it properly on your own?”

Ruan Siyi stared at her with wide, earnest eyes.

“Are you really sure you don’t need my help?”

“No.”

Fu Ru’an shook her head.

Her eyes flickered toward the ointment on the bedside table, and a trace of hesitation flashed across her face.

She reached out discreetly, trying to apply the medicine herself, but the moment her fingers brushed between her legs, the soreness of her muscles made her let out a soft whimper.

Her movements froze. Frustration and unwillingness simmered inside her, but no matter how hard she gritted her teeth, she couldn’t continue.

“Should I do it?” Ruan Siyi stood nearby, watching her slightly furrowed brows with a hint of concern in her eyes. “Isn’t it a bit difficult for you to do it yourself, sister?”

Fu Ru’an shot her a glare, inwardly annoyed but helpless.

Finally, with a faint blush, she gave a reluctant nod.

“Then… be gentle.”

Ruan Siyi immediately sat down by the bed, squeezing a bit of ointment onto her fingertip before slowly moving closer to Fu Ru’an.

Her touch was feather-light, as if afraid of hurting her. Her fingers traced a tentative circle over her skin, carrying a tender, lingering sensation.

It tickled.

Fu Ru’an instinctively shifted her legs, feeling a sudden dryness in her throat.

“Don’t move, sister.”

Ruan Siyi deliberately slowed her movements, her fingers gently spreading the ointle, carefully massaging the sore, swollen area with meticulous patience.

The coolness of the medicine intertwined with the warmth of her fingertips, creating a strangely soothing effect.

Fu Ru’an could hardly bear her method of application. Watching Ruan Siyi, who was currently nestled beneath her skirt tending to her, she couldn’t resist lifting her foot to lightly nudge her shoulder.

“What kind of medicine is this…? Why does it itch so much?”

Her voice still carried the huskiness from the night before, like an autumn breeze rustling through fallen leaves.

“It’s just… the usual kind for injuries in that area.”

Ruan Siyi emerged from under the skirt, her face flushed with heat. Her ointment-coated hand gestured vaguely, as if trying to prove her innocence.

“Sister, you’re just too sensitive.”

She remembered the scene when she had bought the medicine while wearing a mask—how the shop assistant had teased her.

Ruan Siyi awkwardly averted her gaze, the heat on her face nearly impossible to hide. She cleared her throat lightly, trying her best to maintain a composed facade.

“When the shop assistant heard I was buying this kind of medicine, they even said things like, ‘Young people should learn to take good care of their wives’ and ‘Don’t get too carried away just because you’re young.’ It was just too…”

Fu Ru’an stared at her, amusement flickering in her eyes.

“Oh?”

Her voice, despite having drunk plenty of water, remained husky, carrying a lazy sort of sensuality.

“I actually think you’re quite skilled. Your movements don’t seem the least bit inexperienced.”

Ruan Siyi’s face flushed even redder, and she stammered out an explanation:

“I—I was just thinking… last night, we might’ve gone at it a few too many times, and I was worried you’d be uncomfortable today… so I thought applying medicine might help you feel better.”

Fu Ru’an leaned in slowly, the corners of her lips curling with mischief.

“Well, that’s true. Last night… my dear Siyi certainly gave it her all.”

Ruan Siyi turned scarlet again.

Wordlessly, like a little ostrich, she ducked back down and resumed applying the medicine with utmost focus.

Then, suddenly—

Fu Ru’an heard a soft gasp from below.

“Sister…”

She looked down to see Ruan Siyi’s face, caught between laughter and tears.

“The medicine I just applied… it’s… leaking out again.”

Fu Ru’an froze for a second before realizing what she meant. Instantly, a deep blush spread across her face, the tips of her ears turning a delicate pink.

This…

“How could you be so careless?”

Ruan Siyi murmured under her breath, her eyes filled with a mix of embarrassment and helplessness—but above all, concern.

She took a deep breath and looked up at Fu Ru’an, though her gaze lingered a moment too long on the flushed skin.

Fu Ru’an, unsettled by her direct stare, coughed lightly and turned her head away. Her lips moved slightly as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, all she managed was a quiet whisper:

“Then… then… could I trouble you to do it again?”

A faint glimmer flashed in Ruan Siyi’s eyes.

She nodded quickly, picking up the ointment again with a small smile.

Her fingers gently pressed against the skin, carefully spreading the medicine in slow, cautious circles—though her movements were slightly clumsy from nervousness.

Every touch seemed to leave behind a trail of warmth, seeping into Fu Ru’an’s skin and sending subtle tingles through her body.

Fu Ru’an shut her eyes, unable to suppress a faint tremble as her body tensed up bit by bit.

She bit her lip, trying not to make a sound—but it was no use. Finally, she gritted her teeth and hissed at Ruan Siyi:

“Y-you! Stop touching me like that! Didn’t you get enough last night?!”

Hearing this, Ruan Siyi finally withdrew reluctantly with her ointment, her voice soft and pitiful.

“All done, sister. The medicine’s been applied.”

Fu Ru’an glanced at her, a helpless smile tugging at her lips. She leaned in to press a light kiss to her ear before grabbing the towel hanging on the rack and heading into the bathroom to freshen up.

The room fell into silence, leaving Ruan Siyi alone, idly scrolling through her phone. Her mind still lingered on the sensation from earlier—her fingertips seemed to retain the warmth that belonged solely to Fu Ru’an.

Ding-ding—

The WeChat notification snapped her out of her thoughts. Ruan Siyi’s gaze dropped to the screen, where a new message had popped up.

To her surprise, it was from Rong Zhi.

[Born to Be Gorgeous]: Heard yesterday was your anniversary with Actress Fu? And that the Amzan sponsors even gifted you a top-tier suite card?

[Born to Be Gorgeous]: Tch. What a waste on you two.

Ruan Siyi blinked in confusion.

[Blanket Explorer]: Huh? How do I even have your WeChat? Are we really that close?

[Born to Be Gorgeous]: …………

[Born to Be Gorgeous]: Screw you!

The next second, Rong Zhi unleashed a barrage of voice messages.

“Ruan Siyi, how dare you ask why you have my WeChat? Have you forgotten how we even met? Or that we debuted from the same survival show? That we were teammates for a whole damn year?! Ugh, I hate you so much, you absolute melon-head!”

“So, your anniversary yesterday—what, did you two put on a good show? The award-winning actress even took you to a luxury suite—did it make you feel like you’re really Fu Ru’an’s wife? Must’ve been one hell of an act.”

“But no matter how hard you pretend, you might fool others, but you can’t fool me. What would a fake couple even need such a fancy hotel for? Don’t tell me you two still slept in separate rooms last night—tsk tsk.”

“Anyway, I won’t disturb your little suite vacation any longer. I just can’t stand people like you—lucking out and getting such a sweet deal.”

As Ruan Siyi played the voice messages, she couldn’t help but laugh in exasperation.

Rong Zhi’s voice was laced with frustration and exasperation, her words rapid-fire as she berated Ruan Siyi for her “amnesia” and even took a few jabs at her so-called “married life” with Fu Ru’an.

By the end, Ruan Siyi was practically biting back a mix of amusement and irritation.

Mimicking Rong Zhi’s tone, she fired back with voice messages of her own.

[Blanket Explorer]: Who told you Sister Fu and I are a fake couple?

[Blanket Explorer]: You should’ve seen last night—I had Sister Fu so thoroughly satisfied she kept begging for more, again and again! Ah, what a hassle, being this skilled and having her love me so much~

[Blanket Explorer]: Tch, what can I do? I just spoil her rotten. And honestly? I love spoiling her~

Just as she finished speaking and set her phone down—the messages still sending—she suddenly heard soft footsteps behind her.

She froze, then slowly turned her head.

There stood Fu Ru’an, freshly washed, stepping out of the bathroom. Her damp hair clung to her shoulders, her face still dewy, and her eyes held a knowing, amused glint as she gazed at Ruan Siyi.

Ruan Siyi’s eyes drifted down to Fu Ru’an’s hands—slender, elegant fingers, their joints defined, the tips faintly pink—currently holding the tattered remains of last night’s red dress, torn to shreds.

The fabric of the dress was crumpled and twisted, with several jagged tears running from the waist down to the hem—as if it had been subjected to some merciless force. The edges of the tulle skirt were frayed, loose threads dangling like silent witnesses to last night’s… fervent battle.

“Ruan Siyi.”

Fu Ru’an’s voice was light, almost playful, but her gaze was sharp.

“Who was the one last night who kept begging for ‘one more time’ again and again?”

Ruan Siyi: “!!!”

Help—!!!