The Extravagant Alpha And The Cold Movie Queen’s Fake Act Became Real - Chapter 46

Chapter 46: Sunlight Shines on the Damp Flower Heart.

Fu Ru’an took a long moment to process before she finally understood what Ruan Siyi was referring to.

It was the promise she had made before leaving for the old family house: “You can pick any one of the toys from those boxes to play with me.”

If Ruan Siyi hadn’t brought it up, Fu Ru’an might have completely forgotten about it.

“And that time when Fu Yuni interrupted us…”

Ruan Siyi looked up at her from below, pressing her advantage further.

“Back then, I hadn’t even gotten my tongue inside—I’d only licked around the outside.”

Fu Ru’an shuddered at her words, her voice trembling as she asked, “Are you going to… today?”

Halfway through the sentence, the rest of the words stuck in her throat, unspeakable, and she swallowed them back down.

“Sister Fu.”

Ruan Siyi gazed at her with wide, pleading eyes, but her hands never stopped moving. Her fingers traced along Fu Ru’an’s ankle, which rested on her shoulder, then slid downward until they found the clasp of her high heels.

“What were you going to say? That today I should help you-”

She didn’t actually voice the last word, instead forming it silently with her lips in an unbearably suggestive gesture.

Fu Ru’an’s cheeks instantly flushed crimson, bl00d rushing uncontrollably to her face as her heartbeat grew rapid.

Her Ruan Ruan was so blunt.

Such bluntness, at this very moment, was undoubtedly not just appropriate but an even more intense and potent aphrodisiac, leaving her entire body in a daze, as if completely submerged in warm water, utterly comfortable.

Click.

The buckle snapped open, and the high heels were slipped off Fu Ru’an’s feet by her.

The high heels were the latest model from the brand she endorsed. The silver straps adorned with white crushed diamonds had originally wound tightly around Fu Ru’an’s ankles, with pink, white, and blue butterfly decorations embedded along the bands, clinging to her skin as if they had grown from it. They complemented the silver glitter nail polish on her toes, dazzlingly beautiful.

But now, the shoes had been mercilessly removed by Ruan Siyi. Without the support of her feet, the straps hung limply on the floor, just like their owner—soft as mud, melting into a sticky, dripping wetness.

With the crisp sound of the high heels hitting the floor, Ruan Siyi’s hand suddenly gripped her ankle and yanked it toward herself. Under Fu Ru’an’s stunned gaze, she slowly parted her lips and, with her small, white canine tooth, tore off a piece of fabric in one swift motion.

“Sister Fu, shall we continue what we didn’t finish last time?”

Ruan Siyi’s voice came muffled through the fabric, distorted yet tantalizing.

Fu Ru’an knew exactly what she meant.

That night, when Fu Yuni had interrupted them—the thing they hadn’t gotten to finish.

She didn’t understand why Ruan Siyi was truly willing to do such a thing for her.

Kneeling beside the bed like this was a posture of submission to her.

In such a position, the two of them were clearly on entirely unequal footing. It was as if Ruan Siyi was completely, utterly—

Serving her.

Or, to put it more bluntly—

Pleasing her.

All of Ruan Siyi’s pleasure was built upon her comfort. Her reactions, her pleasure—they were the true catalysts for the Alpha’s climax.

“Are you really willing to go this far, Ruan Siyi?”

Fu Ru’an looked into her eyes with utmost seriousness, calling her full name with equal gravity.

In reality, many people in everyday life would struggle to accept this way of making love.

Especially when one party is the more dominant one—many Alphas see it as a symbol of their pride and status.

Ruan Siyi, on the other hand, was resolute, even somewhat puzzled by her question.

She thought that when she first kissed her, she had already made her choice clear to Fu Ru’an—she was willing, wholeheartedly.

“What does it matter?” Her kisses fell like raindrops, scattered densely across her skin. “If it’s you, Sister Fu, anything is fine.”

Not because of any other complicated reasons, but simply because it was you.

Though she couldn’t remember exactly what had happened between them in the past, even if she had forgotten so much, her body still reacted to her with indescribable longing.

This sensation and desire weren’t rooted in mere physical release or possession, but a craving on the level of the soul—spreading through day and night, entwining around every bone and inch of her skin.

All the cicadas’ songs of summer, every storm and clear day, the wind, rain, and sunlight would fade with time. Yet this damp, simmering heat kept swelling her heart, fuller and fuller, as if it might burst like a balloon at any moment.

Summer was too long, and the waters of summer surged endlessly forward.

Rushing toward her.

Fu Ru’an only felt a sudden coolness as Ruan Siyi’s hand trailed upward along her leg, cupping the soft curves of her thighs. With a slight tilt of her head, her lips followed, pressing a kiss there.

Outside, the daylight was still bright, a sunlit afternoon where the scorching sun had long since baked the rain-soaked ground from last night’s downpour bone-dry. A glaring white halo hung in the cloudless, crystal-blue sky.

But inside, it was still the damp, rainy season. After a long drought comes sweet rain-both their hair was damp, their clothes clinging to their curves, slick with restless sweat. Just as glistening was Ruan Siyi’s tongue, which had wandered outside for a lap, like a puppy that had just drunk water, the tip of her tongue trailing a silvery thread of ambiguous moisture.

Fu Ru’an shuddered, her fingers tangling in Ruan Siyi’s hair before sliding down to the puppy’s burning-red ears-a beautiful shade of crimson, translucent under the light, revealing a faint flesh tone beneath.

Before she could take a closer look, Ruan Siyi’s tongue made her arch her back with an unbearable whimper, soft and fleeting, like the mewl of a kitten-short and delicate.

The scene was too… indecent.

“Ruan Ruan, close the curtains.”

Though the windows here, like those in the Fu residence, were one-way privacy glass, effectively shielding the intimate lives of the home’s occupants, the brightness of the open space still sent waves of shame crashing relentlessly against Fu Ru’an’s fragile, teetering rationality.

In the room, the silver high heels had long since been kicked to some forgotten corner. The lace trim of her skirt caught on the hairpin in Ruan Siyi’s hair, pulling out a long, white thread. The once-neat dress was now crumpled and disheveled. Her legs were no better-one resting on Ruan Siyi’s shoulder, the other dangling off the bed.

Her pearly toes glistened with silver nail polish, the shimmering hue flowing like liquid metal, drawing the gaze helplessly into that silvery sea.

Silver-in human perception, it always represented coldness and hardness. From the slow-moving moonlight to the speed of machinery, Ruan Siyi had never thought a color could suit Fu Ru’an so perfectly, as if it had seamlessly merged with her body and soul into a single entity.

-Wisdom, precision, meticulousness.

It stood for rationality and restraint.

But now, Fu Ru’an’s silver was in motion -starting from the sparkling polish on her toes, spreading outward, all the way to where the tip of a tongue pressed insistently. From within, a glistening silver thread welled up, painting circles like an artist’s brush. If she had to describe it, in her eyes, it was the color of glacial silver.

Glacier silver is an extremely cold and sleek color, carrying the pure white of an iceberg yet leaning towards a soft icy blue.

It’s like the melting of glaciers, the frost forming on snowmelt.

Only Ruan Siyi knew that this silver held a scorching heat, as if from a volcanic eruption—glacier-silver magma splashing onto snowy mountains, like the Milky Way itself had fallen to earth.

“Close the curtains, it’s too bright…”

Seeing that Ruan Siyi hadn’t reacted yet, Fu Ru’an, with her foot resting lightly on her shoulder, gave her a gentle kick. But instead of protest, the kick drew out a satisfied sigh from Ruan Siyi. The sound echoed back into her own ears, leaving her frozen in an odd limbo.

Was the sunlight making Sister Fu uncomfortable?

Ruan Siyi’s mind cleared for a fleeting moment.

“Alright, I’ll close them.”

“Sister, close your eyes for a bit first.”

Ruan Siyi glanced up, her own eyes stinging from the brilliant sunlight streaming through the window.

It really was dazzling.

Her mind instantly began to wander, imagining what Sister Fu’s pink would look like under this radiant light—tempting, like fresh petals glistening with dew, waiting for a diligent bee to gather their sweet nectar. Every time the bee caught the scent of the nectar, it would grow excited, extending its long, flexible proboscis deep into the flower to drink.

Ruan Siyi let out an almost imperceptible sigh and yanked the blackout curtains shut, leaving only a narrow slit. She adjusted the angle until the single beam of sunlight fell precisely upon the hidden heart of the flower. The warm light baked the delicate skin there, even drying the dewdrops clinging to it.

Perhaps Ruan Siyi had pulled the curtains too roughly—one corner slipped free of its fastening, trembling as it folded downward.

“Sister Fu,” Ruan Siyi said sheepishly, “I think the curtain’s broken.”

Just as Fu Ru’an turned to look, the sunlight spilling through the folded corner pierced her vision again, flooding her sight with white.

The nectar-gathering bee carefully passed its harvest to the house bees. The house bees chewed patiently, infusing the nectar with enzymes from their saliva, gradually transforming sucrose into an even sweeter taste. They gently flapped their wings, letting the moisture in the nectar slowly evaporate until it thickened into honey.

The honey was mellow and sweet, carrying a faint floral and fruity aroma, its texture rich and smooth as it coated the taste buds. And within this honey lingered a distinct, intoxicating note of Baileys—a slight stickiness on the tongue that teased the sensitive nerves.

A distinct “gulping” sound echoed through the silent, thick air, like the prelude to a dark storm under the sunlight.

“Don’t drink—” Fu Ru’an suddenly raised her voice, only to add softly and shyly after a long pause, “It’s dirty.”

“It’s not dirty.” Ruan Siyi’s throat bobbed as she swallowed, then bent down again. The saliva in her mouth surged like tides and waves colliding violently until the volcano erupted once more.

“It’s sweet.”

Reason and restraint completely collapsed.

Fu Ru’an didn’t know how to describe this feeling.

The silver liquid was thoroughly stained, scalding hot as it gushed out. She watched as Ruan Siyi instinctively wiped the fluid from her face with her fingers and brought them to the tip of her tongue.

“Ruan Ruan.”

She beckoned, signaling her to come closer.

Thinking she had something to say, Ruan Siyi quickly leaned in.

“What is it…”

But before she could finish, Fu Ru’an kissed her, first carefully licking away the traces of the volcanic eruption that had inadvertently splashed onto her, her movements tender yet impossible to ignore.

She lowered her head, fingertips trembling slightly as they brushed aside a few stray strands of hair, her nose pressing against the slightly flushed skin. Their breaths tangled into wisps of scorching heat between them.

Fu Ru’an’s gaze was downcast, her lashes fluttering like the wings of a dancing butterfly.

After a simple, light kiss, her lips and tongue didn’t linger. Instead, they traced an invisible line, moving slowly but resolutely upward until they met slightly parted lips.

She slowly took Ruan Siyi’s reddened tongue into her mouth.