The Extravagant Alpha And The Cold Movie Queen’s Fake Act Became Real - Chapter 38

Chapter 38: Want to Do What Spring and Cherries Do With You.

The neon lights outside the courtyard still glowed, their flickering radiance reflecting off the faintly damp chill in the air. The raindrops lingering on the window refracted the light into dazzling rainbows, like an abstract painting splashed with bold colors—each shimmering dot swayed as if someone had carelessly scattered a handful of multicolored diamond fragments into the night. The specks stretched, overlapped, and eventually converged, merging into the same endpoint.

These vibrant hues spilled across the faces of the two, like flowers blooming in riotous brilliance.

Fu Ru’an tilted her head slightly, her features bathed in the interplay of light and shadow, her delicate brows and eyes as finely crafted as porcelain.

Ruan Siyi’s hand covered the flowing galaxies in her pupils.

“Sister Fu…”

Ruan Siyi called to her softly, her voice carrying a cautious probing. Her palm rested gently against the space between Fu Ru’an’s brows, the searing heat separated only by a thin layer of eyelid, scorching Fu Ru’an’s eyes.

Suddenly plunged into complete darkness, Fu Ru’an found all her senses stripped away, leaving only her hearing growing ever more acute.

Involuntarily, she blinked. Her long, curled lashes brushed lightly against Ruan Siyi’s palm, reminding the latter of the sensation of foxtail grass in a meadow.

But this secret tingling couldn’t be shared with Fu Ru’an.

—If she knew that Ruan Siyi had secretly compared her eyelashes to foxtail grass, those already slightly teary eyes might well up even more.

That would be truly disastrous.

And so, like a summer insect whispering into the ears of plants, she could only repeat those three words, over and over, the vibrations of her voice rushing through her like a current, carrying with it all her love.

——I love you.

It’s love, not pity.

From the beginning, I thought it was just a simple longing, but the vague feelings gradually took shape and became clear.

Lust and desire for love have never been the same.

s3x is violence, it’s fear, it’s a fierce craving, it’s the possessiveness of wanting to control every emotion and sensation of yours in this very moment.

But what exists between them is no longer just the most basic physical desire.

She always willingly submits to Fu Ru’an, and Fu Ru’an, time and time again, entrusts herself to her.

Every touch of their skin is to hear each other’s heartbeat more clearly—a silent heat, like an unbroken river. It’s not just the pull and response between their bodies, but the glue that binds them together, sealing their gaps and hollows until they are inseparable, until they can no longer be torn apart.

The weather was stifling, making it hard to breathe, accompanied by a strong sense of suffocation and oxygen deprivation.

In the cold air, Ruan Siyi’s body burned like a raging fire, her temperature scorching, as if flames had been ignited inside her.

“Ruan Ruan… your body is so hot…”

Fu Ru’an’s hands slowly unbuttoned her pajamas, peeling off the oversized top and letting it slide down to her slender waist.

Her jade-white fingers rested on Ruan Siyi’s shoulders, the tips lightly hooking the thin strap of her undergarment.

Ruan Siyi was unbearably teased by her movements, gasping rapidly, her forehead glistening with fine beads of sweat that trickled down the bridge of her nose to her jaw, then traced the curve of her collarbone, leaving a shimmering trail.

Yet Fu Ru’an’s movements still did not stop.

Her fingertips pinched the strap, sliding it backward, pressing against the row of hooks.

Even Ruan Siyi’s innermost clothing was of the simplest style—just a single layer of cotton fabric. Though her eyes were covered, Fu Ru’an had sneaked a peek earlier while Ruan Siyi was showering.

It was peach-pink, an adorable design, with two childish little strawberries printed on the left side of the chest and cursive English letters in the middle—

“berry sweet”.

Ruan Ruan, so innocent.

Fu Ru’an’s fingertips exerted a slight pressure, effortlessly loosening the simple restraint.

For no apparent reason, Fu Ru’an licked her dry lips, her mind inexplicably conjuring the image of the strawberry pattern printed on them-deep red and vivid in hue, plump and firm in shape. When the berry was bitten or squeezed, its sweet and tangy juice would burst forth.

Had the room’s lighting not been so dim, had Ruan Siyi released her hand from covering Fu Ru’an’s eyes at that moment, Fu Ru’an would have seen, upon opening her eyes, the strawberry-like flush blooming across Ruan Siyi’s fair cheeks, glistening like fresh juice.

“Will you love me forever?”

Fu Ru’an tilted her head up, pressing a kiss to Ruan Siyi’s palm.

“Even if I’m not what you imagined, even if I’m not as flawless as you thought.”

Ruan Siyi’s hand slid from Fu Ru’an’s lips, tracing along her jawline until her fingers found the scent gland at the nape of her neck. The sudden contact with such scorching body heat seemed to soothe the gland in some unspoken way.

“I will always love you.”

Ruan Siyi made the promise with utter sincerity.

Though lovers’ vows in moments of intimacy often hold little weight—

Who hasn’t, in the throes of new passion, sworn oaths of eternal devotion and unbreakable bonds?

Especially in bed.

Many promises made between the sheets are born of selfish desire, meant to coax the other into willingly surrendering their body. A simple lie, and the beloved would throw themselves into the flames like a moth, burning bright if only to grant the promiser the pinnacle of physical pleasure.

But Ruan Siyi, in this moment, was different.

For some reason, she even felt, fleetingly, as though her very existence was meant for Fu Ru’an—as if her life had been burning fiercely from the start, all for her.

This feeling… was utterly intoxicating.

Fu Ru’an loved the stifled sounds that escaped Ruan Siyi’s throat, loved the way her back arched sharply, curved like a shrimp boiled alive, its antennae still trembling in feeble, last-ditch resistance.

Because she knew every one of Ruan Siyi’s reactions was because of her.

The hands that had covered her eyes had long since moved to the back of her head, Ruan Siyi’s fingers pressing against her nape, forcing her to lift her face for a kiss.

Just as their noses were about to touch, Fu Ru’an suddenly turned her head away.

The cream was smooth and velvety, its faint milky sweetness instantly flooding her mouth like a soft cloud melting on her tongue.

In the darkness, Ruan Siyi’s eyes widened abruptly, unable to restrain herself any longer as she tightened her grip on Fu Ru’an’s nape.

The lingering sweetness of strawberries still clung to Fu Ru’an’s tongue.

“And when the woman saw that the tree was good for food, and that it was pleasant to the eyes, and a tree to be desired to make one wise, she took of the fruit thereof, and did eat.”

She bit into the berry, its juices spilling forth like an unspoken fervor.

The sweet and tart flavor of the strawberry spread gradually across her tongue, and her mind seemed momentarily numbed by the burst of sensation. The juice moistened the corners of her lips, all those indescribable feelings quietly taking root in the depths of the night, growing wildly only to be swallowed by the darkness.

She knew her bl00d was boiling just like the sweat dripping from Ruan Siyi onto her skin. Every impulse was so primal and direct, even the tears she could no longer suppress fell painfully, sweet and sour, mingling with the storm outside.

Saltiness joined the game then, tears dripping one by one onto the strawberry’s delicate tip, making it tremble even more. Fu Ru’an swallowed it all-the salty tears and the fruit. That vivid red, in the moment of its bursting forth, could be the end of life or proof that every heart still beats, alive and vital.

Humans exist by nature because of desire.

All that surges crimson and furious in the veins rushes forth for desire.

-Just as streams are destined to merge into rivers, rivers destined to flow into the boundless ocean, and all oceans destined to meet again, all the waters of the world will reunite.

Their desires were but a drop in that vastness, stacking into the force of life, the hope that drives one forward, alive.

I want you to follow my soul forever, to march toward the place of your longing.

The rain grew faint and sporadic beneath the covers, a summer sailboat cruising through the damp.

Ruan Siyi loosened her grip, her hand instead trailing slowly down from Fu Ru’an’s nape, gliding over the prominent shoulder blades like a fluttering butterfly.

Love makes us burn together.

“Ruan Ruan, did you buy this bra as part of a set?”

Fu Ru’an lifted her head in a fleeting pause to ask.

She knew Ruan Siyi always liked to buy things in sets-from socks to underwear.

Because online shops loved bundling things together, buying several pieces was always cheaper than buying just one.

And it really was more convenient.

Though Fu Ru’an didn’t quite understand the habit.

All her clothes were uniquely tailored, and every season, dedicated staff would deliver new selections for her to choose from.

Caught off guard by the question, Ruan Siyi flushed slightly, lowering her lashes as she nodded.

“Last time we bought four pieces together—strawberry, blueberry, raspberry, and cherry.”

Fu Ru’an kissed her chin, leaving a faint bite mark.

“How about wearing the cherry one next time?”

Berry sweet.

Her Ruan Ruan was sweet too.

“Huh?”

Ruan Siyi sniffled in confusion.

Fu Ru’an’s voice fell along with the muffled thunder outside, followed by a relentless shower of kisses, just like the endless rain beyond the window.

“Because I want to do to you what spring does with cherries.”