The Extravagant Alpha And The Cold Movie Queen’s Fake Act Became Real - Chapter 33

Chapter 33: Want to Lick Sister.

It’s over.

For the first time, Ruan Siyi felt as though the sky had collapsed.

She had been in a hurry to recall the message, but Fu Yuni on the other end had clearly already seen it. Fu Yuni abruptly jerked her head up, only to accidentally knock it against the edge of the table with a dull thud, sending the several-hundred-million-yuan pearl bracelet jingling noisily.

Fu Yuni hurriedly clutched her aching head, momentarily forgetting that her phone was still in her hand.

Sure enough, the next second, her phone fell to the ground with a crisp, loud clatter—much sharper than the previous sound—instantly drawing the attention of everyone at the dining table.

“It’s… it’s nothing!”

She pretended as if nothing had happened, but when her eyes met Ruan Siyi’s, her expression twisted into something almost uncontrollably fierce for a split second.

“I’ll just pick it up. You all keep eating.”

After saying this, Fu Yuni’s petite frame began to duck under the tablecloth. Suddenly remembering something, Ruan Siyi rushed to stop her.

“Don’t move! I’ll get it for you!”

A bewildered Fu Yuni: “?”

What the hell?

Just now, she was calling her an idiot, and now she’s falling over herself to be helpful?

Ruan Siyi was the one who needed her head checked!

But Fu Yuni’s life philosophy had always been: If someone else can do it, absolutely don’t lift a finger yourself.

So she really didn’t move, waiting for Ruan Siyi to retrieve the phone for her.

Seeing this, Ruan Siyi finally let out a long sigh of relief, her gaze at Fu Yuni even carrying a trace of genuine gratitude.

Sister Fu’s foot is still trapped between my legs—if this little troublemaker actually saw it with her own eyes, who knows how many unnecessary misunderstandings would sprout from it?

Her movements were swift, lightning-fast, as she bent down and dove under the tablecloth in the blink of an eye. Fu Yuni, sitting beside her, only felt a gust of wind whip past her ear.

For some reason, Fu Yuni couldn’t help but think of the civet from The Young Runtu, a story her mother had read to her.

Under the dark blue tablecloth lay a golden phone, but Ruan Siyi twisted her body and fled from the dining table before it could be retrieved.

Fu Yuni even began to suspect—was her phone some kind of irresistible treasure?

Under the tablecloth, Ruan Siyi quickly located Fu Yuni’s phone—a garish, eye-catching bright yellow, obnoxiously conspicuous.

She held her phone, about to pick it up and lift her head back to the table when Fu Ru’an’s foot, which had been resting obediently between her legs, quietly slid against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh with just the right amount of pressure, teasingly tracing circles there.

Just a few centimeters from the center.

This kind of faint, elusive friction only made the itch more unbearable.

The world beneath the table was dim and shadowy, everything around them blurred and indistinct-except for Fu Ru’an’s leg, glowing pale in the darkness.

The air was thick with a stifling, damp heat, carrying an indescribable tension. She bent down, her scorching breath landing precisely on the smooth skin of Fu Ru’an’s calf.

Ruan Siyi gritted her teeth, her other hand finally unable to resist as her slender fingers closed around the bare leg.

Holding her breath, she felt her palm grow slightly damp with sweat. Her fingertips trailed downward bit by bit, the pads of her fingers brushing against Fu Ru’an’s ankle before tightening slightly, trapping the omega’s delicate ankle in her grip.

“What’s taking so long? Haven’t you found it yet?”

Fu Yuni was impatient by nature, yet she didn’t dare make too much noise at the dinner table, forcing herself to lower her voice as she questioned Ruan Siyi beneath it.

Only then did Ruan Siyi slowly lift her head from under the tablecloth.

“Here, here. I accidentally sent the wrong message earlier. What I meant to type was, ‘No wonder, every single one is so dazzling…”

She handed the phone in her right hand to Fu Yuni beside her, while her left remained casually resting on her knee beneath the tablecloth, the warmth in her palm sending her heartbeat into disarray. It was like a flame in the dark, slowly devouring her rationality and composure.

Ruan Siyi’s gaze swept unintentionally toward the opposite side of the table, where Fu Ru’an’s face was slightly turned away, her lashes trembling delicately -beautiful and refined, as though deliberately avoiding her eyes.

Beside her, Fu Yuni let out a haughty hum at her words but didn’t respond. She even flipped the phone face-down on the table, not giving Ruan Siyi a chance to type out an explanation.

Ruan Siyi mulled it over silently and decided to properly explain after the meal. The Fu family’s dining table wasn’t the best place for conversation.

Besides, she had something far more important to attend to.

Her left hand idly traced, sketched, and kneaded along the leg beneath her touch.

At the other end of the table, Fu Ru’an stiffened slightly, her gaze involuntarily settling on the figure across from her.

The tingling sensation traveled upward from the lightly touched skin, spreading from her legs to her waist, and then from her waist to her heart. She could even feel the heat in her earlobes, gradually burning red in the ambiguous atmosphere.

Ruan Siyi’s technique was familiar-the same movements as when she had been inside her before.

But now, those hands were shamelessly caressing her thigh with a suggestive slowness.

She knew exactly how she would tease and arouse her; it had long become a silent understanding between them. Yet now, those hands were brazenly roaming over her legs.

On the table, the faint sound of teeth chewing food mixed with the clinking of bowls and chopsticks. Every time a spoon touched the edge of the soup bowl, it sent ripples of broth sliding slowly down the sides.

Under the table, there were the barely audible sounds of chairs shifting subtly, occasionally accompanied by the slight vibration of a leg accidentally bumping against the table.

At this moment, if anyone were to glance beneath the table, they would see the ambiguous tension flowing between the two of them, hidden beneath the tablecloth.

Fu Ru’an sucked in a sharp breath at her actions.

[Sister Fu]: There are still people here, Ruan Siyi. Could you tone it down a little?

But Ruan Siyi’s hands didn’t stop. Instead, she glanced at Fu Ru’an with a hint of grievance in her expression.

[Blanket Explorer]: But it was you who started provoking me first, sis. And now you’ve even made me accidentally piss off Yuni again. You know how hard she is to calm down.

[Blanket Explorer]: Besides… doesn’t it feel good when I touch you?

[Sister Fu]: “………”

Fu Ru’an scanned the table and noticed that everyone was too busy stuffing their faces under Fu Yunxi’s intimidating glare to pay attention—which, in a way…

Made this relatively safe.

[Sister Fu]: Fine. But be careful not to get caught.

Ruan Siyi responded quickly.

[Blanket Explorer]: No prob!

Fu Ru’an let out a soft sigh and picked up her teacup, slowly bringing it to her lips-only to suddenly feel Ruan Siyi starting a new game under the table.

She grabbed her ankle and tried to guide her foot there?!

[Blanket Explorer]: sister, you’re so good at this. Too bad last time there was still fabric in the way-wasn’t as good as it could’ve been.

[Blanket Explorer]: I really want you to step on me again.

Fu Ru’an’s fingers paused mid-typing.

She swallowed the tea in silence, but the liquid seemed to chart its own path, trickling down her body in a slow, deliberate descent.

It seemed that ever since Ruan Siyi discovered how easily these words could provoke her, she had become particularly fond of saying such shameless things—

Especially in the intimacy of the bedroom, to lure her into even greater distraction and surrender.

Over there, Ruan Siyi was still relentlessly spouting lines she had learned from some “indecent” novels.

[Blanket Explorer]: I wish I hadn’t crawled under the tablecloth just now, but under sister’s skirt instead.

[Blanket Explorer]: I’d crawl under and lick you.

Fu Ru’an was so startled by her words that she nearly followed in Fu Yuni’s footsteps and dropped her phone.

Fortunately, years of acting experience had endowed her with a certain degree of composure—at least on the surface—remaining unshaken even if Mount Tai collapsed before her.

Ruan Siyi secretly glanced at her expression out of the corner of her eye. Seeing that Fu Ru’an’s face remained as indifferent as ever, her slightly lowered eyelashes cool and detached, she wondered if she hadn’t been bold or provocative enough.

But wasn’t this how the top gongs in novels always talked?

It seemed she needed to find even more stimulating novels and comics for further study.

The pursuit of knowledge was endless.

Before she could react further, Fu Yunxi, seated at the head of the table, set down her chopsticks first. She took a hand towel from a waiter, elegantly wiped her mouth, and said,

“I’m finished. I’ll retire first.”

“Enjoy your meal.”

After saying this, Fu Yunxi gave a slight nod, her gaze sweeping indifferently over everyone present before she turned and left.

Only after her figure disappeared up the stairs did the murmurs at the table gradually resume, and the atmosphere seemed to relax slightly compared to before.

After the meal, there was another round of polite exchanges before the group dispersed, each going their separate ways.

In the afternoon, Fu Ru’an was summoned by Fu Yunxi to the study, along with other senior members of the Fu family.

Ruan Siyi spent the entire afternoon playing Gomoku with Fu Yuni in the Fu family’s vast garden.

She could only describe it as pure torture.

She had never seen someone as terrible at chess as Fu Yuni!!

Every time she lost a game, Fu Yuni wouldn’t say a word—just glare at Ruan Siyi with a sullen expression.

Alright, fine, it was Ruan Siyi’s fault to begin with.

But she couldn’t just let her win outright either. She had to carefully strategize how to let Fu Yuni win without making it too obvious. After several rounds, Ruan Siyi felt even more mentally drained than if she had been playing seriously.

She felt like a lowly attendant trembling beside Her Majesty Yuni.

Thankfully, her efforts paid off somewhat. After Ruan Siyi relented and promised to send her some snacks next time, Fu Yuni finally “magnanimously” forgave her, immediately switching back to acting like best friends, even swinging their clasped hands playfully as they went to dinner together.

At the dinner table, in front of everyone, Fu Yuni even called her “Auntie-wife,” leaving Ruan Siyi unable to wipe the grin off her face for the entire meal.

Since her current identity was Fu Ru’an’s partner, the butler had only prepared Fu Ru’an’s room for the two of them to stay in together.

Fu Ru’an’s bedroom, much like herself, had a minimalist and cool aesthetic—except for the glaringly out-of-place cabinet filled with awards and plush toys. The bright yellows and reds created a stark contrast against the otherwise muted tones.

Ruan Siyi showered first. After drying her hair, her gaze was drawn to the awards wall.

But before she could take a closer look, Fu Ru’an pushed open the door and stepped out from the ensuite bathroom.

When Ruan Siyi turned around, her eyes locked onto Fu Ru’an—and she couldn’t look away.

Fu Ru’an hadn’t changed into pajamas. Instead, she was wearing a school uniform skirt, the pleated hem swaying, slowly overlapping with the image from Ruan Siyi’s dreams.

The manicure she’d gotten for her performance earlier was still intact. Leaning against the wall, she crooked a finger lazily, her damp hair cascading over her shoulders, exuding an irresistible allure.

“I don’t stay here often, so I could only dig up this old skirt from the closet. You’ll have to make do, Ruan Ruan.”

Make do… with what?

Ruan Siyi’s brain, already worn out from an afternoon of Fu Yuni’s torment, creaked back to life like a rusty gear.

As if suddenly realizing something, her pupils dilated in disbelief.

Fu Ru’an looked at her. Outside the window, the night was dark, its entirety reflected in her eyes.

“Didn’t Baby say she wanted to crawl under my skirt—” She enunciated the last few words with deliberate emphasis, “—and lick me?”

“Or was Ruan Ruan just joking?”