The Extravagant Alpha And The Cold Movie Queen’s Fake Act Became Real - Chapter 39

Chapter 39: Be Specific, Where Exactly Is Pink?

Spring… cherries…

Did it mean what she thought it meant?

For a moment, Ruan Siyi’s mind short-circuited, as if someone had suddenly connected the positive and negative terminals of a power source. A powerful current surged through her soul and body in an instant.

Yet, in that dazed moment, a blinding flash of light—bright as daylight—suddenly streaked across the window outside.

That light was not the gentle glow of the sun but the cold, splitting brilliance of lightning tearing through the night sky, carrying a violent energy that ripped a fissure through the world. A deafening thunderclap followed, roaring like a primal force unleashed, shaking heaven and earth. Even the floor beneath the bed trembled faintly under its might.

The room was immediately plunged into a deathly silence and darkness, with only the windowpanes still vibrating faintly, emitting a barely audible hum.

The warm yellow nightlight hanging by the bedside struggled for a moment, its glow flickering uncertainly in the dimness. In the end, like a dying flame, it sputtered a few times before extinguishing completely, leaving only a faint, lingering ember at its core, glowing faintly red in the dark.

Ruan Siyi was startled by the sudden turn of events, holding her breath as the sound of her heartbeat intertwined with the fading thunder outside, resonating along with the trembling glass.

“A… a blackout…”

She hesitated before speaking.

Blackouts weren’t unusual during thunderstorms, but nights like these always left people feeling uneasy.

Especially for someone like her, who needed the comfort of a nightlight to fall asleep peacefully.

Fu Ru’an remained silent for a moment, then pushed back the covers and got out of bed. Leaning down, she pressed a soft kiss on Ruan Siyi’s eyelids, carrying a hint of reassurance.

“I forgot you’re afraid of the dark at night.”

Fu Ru’an’s kiss was fleeting, and the sweetness unique to her soon faded from Ruan Siyi’s surroundings.

“I remember there’s a cabinet in the room with some spare candles. I’ll get them for you.”

The benefits of Ruan Siyi’s frequent carrot consumption were on full display at this moment—

Her body had ample reserves of vitamin A, granting her excellent night vision even in the dark.

And when Fu Ru’an got out of bed, she wasn’t wearing any clothes.

The pajamas Ruan Siyi had pulled off with her teeth had long since fallen to the floor during their earlier entanglement. Under the faint, pale light from outside the window, Ruan Siyi’s gaze was filled with the sight of Fu Ru’an’s smooth, snow-white back, the delicate curve of her waist dipping inward, and below that, the round, perky curves of her hips—resembling the pristine white bedsheets, her skin glowing like untouched snow in the night.

Her face instantly flushed red, the scalding heat rising from her cheeks all the way up to her brain, leaving her dizzy and disoriented. For a moment, she was so overwhelmed she didn’t even know where she was.

Fu Ru’an leaned to the side and bent down, her waist-length black hair cascading straight down, obscuring most of her snow-white, jade-like body, evoking a sense of beauty akin to “half-hidden behind a pipa.” The stark contrast between black and white assaulted Ruan Siyi’s fragile optic nerves.

She had never been so grateful for her near-perfect 20/20 vision-it was truly heaven’s greatest gift to her.

It allowed her to clearly see the flawless form of Aphrodite, even in the darkness, as if the goddess had just emerged from the foam of Cyprus’s sea of love.

Fu Ru’an’s slender fingers picked up a lighter, her knuckles flexing slightly.

With a soft click, a crimson flame flickered to life, igniting the wick of the candle.

The trembling flame illuminated a small area around them, casting a deep red glow onto her skin, dyeing her cool complexion with a rich warmth.

Under the candlelight, Ruan Siyi could clearly see the naked, jade-like body. Fu Ru’an’s profile was serene, her brow ridge elegant, her obsidian-black eyes reflecting the light as if liquid flowed within them.

Only her thin lips, freshly licked from strawberries, glistened with a wet, glossy red, as if coated with a shiny lip gloss, giving off a mirror-like sheen.

-But that wasn’t lip gloss. It was the transparent juice from strawberries that had been eagerly licked, congealing in the cold air into a thin film over her lips. Her long, straight legs, too, resembled fine jade, radiating a soft luster, with traces of rain still lingering in the forest between them.

Fu Ru’an placed the lighter back in its spot, then lifted the candle onto its holder and carried it toward the bed.

When Ruan Siyi looked up, she saw her Venus holding light as she approached-a scene so beautiful it seemed plucked from Greek mythology. The goddess of love and beauty, sung of by poets through the ages, had crossed the boundary between legend and reality, a belt of love and desire tied around her waist, coming to illuminate her darkest night.

Fu Ru’an was her one and only goddess of love, the ancient deity who ruled over her affection and desire.

Fu Ru’an set the candleholder on the bedside table and slipped back under the covers from the corner she had just lifted.

“Ah-” She sucked in a sharp breath. “It’s so cold outside the blankets.”

Hearing this, Ruan Siyi immediately moved closer, wrapping her arms around Fu Ru’an’s body. Unintentionally, two ripe strawberries brushed against each other in the stifling air beneath the sheets, sending a jolt of heat straight to her lower abdomen.

“Don’t worry, the candle’s lit now. The old house is a bit outdated, and the electrical wiring isn’t very stable.”

She patiently explained to Ruan Siyi.

“The Fu family has professional emergency repair staff. The power should be back to normal in an hour or two.”

“Okay.”

Ruan Siyi murmured her agreement, clearly distracted.

Just as Fu Ru’an was about to ask what was on her mind, Ruan Siyi mustered her courage and spoke first.

“Sister Fu… you looked so beautiful just now.”

Ruan Siyi’s gaze fell on the two snowy peaks half-hidden beneath the blanket, her eyes gradually darkening.

“Beautiful?”

Fu Ru’an repeated the word in confusion, with a hint of probing curiosity.

“Ruan Ruan, you’re not afraid of the dark and babbling nonsense here, are you?”

“No! Of course not!”

Ruan Siyi hurriedly denied it, but her voice involuntarily betrayed a trace of panic.

She had never been good at masking her emotions, and now she was so flustered she didn’t even know where to put her hands.

In a rush to prove her point, Ruan Siyi began speaking rapidly, her words tumbling out unchecked.

“Sister Fu is just beautiful, head to toe—the most perfect curves I’ve ever seen, the perkiest bust, as stunning as a fairy from mythology! Just now, Sister Fu was so alluring it made my heart itch—I just wanted to touch, squeeze, grab, and nibble!”

As soon as the words left her mouth, she saw the amused glint in Fu Ru’an’s eyes, locking onto hers as their gazes met in the air.

Only then did Ruan Siyi belatedly realize just what kind of shameless things she had blurted out. Instantly, she was overcome with embarrassment, burying herself under the blanket like a giant ostrich hiding its head.

Help!

It was all because of those indecent authors, writing those indecent books all day long, filling her mind with such dirty thoughts that such shameless words could just spill out like that…

Fu Ru’an didn’t stop her, allowing her to burrow deep into the blanket and listening indulgently to her muffled sounds of regret. Soon enough, a flushed face peeked back out, unable to bear the stifling heat.

“Um…” Ruan Siyi stammered, “it hasn’t been three minutes yet—can I take back what I just said?”

Even though her dirty thoughts had long been exposed in front of Fu Ru’an, she still had some dignity to uphold!!

Fu Ru’an didn’t respond. Instead, she leisurely turned onto her side, her gaze fixed on Ruan Siyi’s slightly reddened earlobe. She leaned in, blowing a warm breath against that sensitive ear, then casually returned to her original position, fingers idly toying with the blanket in front of her.

The motion revealed the faint curve of snow-white skin below her collarbone, as if inadvertently inviting someone to take a bite—yet maintaining just the right distance of coy refusal.

Ruan Siyi opened her mouth, but her throat seemed clogged, unable to utter a single coherent word.

“What else did you want to say?”

Fu Ru’an watched her hesitating expression with great interest.

“I was thinking…”

She slowly swallowed the saliva in her throat.

At this moment, Ruan Siyi had long been bewitched by her Venus, her soul utterly captivated. The image of that near-artistic nude body lingered in her mind, its silhouette alluring in the flickering candlelight.

Then, when Fu Ru’an followed up with such a question, her mind went completely blank, and she blurted out every thought in her head.

“I was thinking… Sister, you’re so pink…”

How could every part of her be so pink? From her face to her toes, unbearably adorable. Even without looking at her face, just the curves of her body, the trembling butterfly bones from the cold-it was all so intoxicatingly seductive…

Not to mention, right now, Fu Ru’an’s red lips were slightly parted, her pearly teeth gently biting her lower lip, her eyes languid yet tinged with an innocent look.

Her eyes were even more blatantly enticing than her body.

She loved it so much.

Ruan Siyi hardly dared to imagine-if it were her own hands kneading, pressing, squeezing, what kind of sight would that pinkness become? Just the thought of it alone was enough to excite her beyond measure, nearly sending her into a cerebral climax. A beautiful, aloof goddess, gentle as water, enveloping you, presiding over love and desire-yet now pulled down from her divine pedestal by the very devotee bathed in her holy radiance.

The dark-hearted devotee yearned: Drench my hollow shell with your nectar, quench my thirst and let us entwine.

The air in the room grew thick, the candle by the bed seeming to burn shorter, dripping a viscous trail of wax that soaked the holder beneath.

“Ruan Ruan, what are you talking about?” Her deity descended with divine guidance. “Can you be more specific? What exactly is… pink?”