The Extravagant Alpha And The Cold Movie Queen’s Fake Act Became Real - Chapter 47

Chapter 47: Shall We Bathe Together?

The room was dimly lit, as if it were already night, and time seemed to stand still in this space. The scorching afternoon sunlight of summer was completely blocked out by thick, opaque curtains. Only a single ray of light managed to break free, slipping through a narrow gap to cast its glow on their intertwined lashes, dyeing their long, curled eyelashes a sweet caramel brown.

A faint, indescribable scent lingered in the air, where languidness and restraint intertwined, plunging the entire room into a hushed stillness.

Ruan Siyi’s lips still held traces of honey that she hadn’t yet swallowed, and with this kiss, it was all swept away by Fu Ru’an’s tongue.

It wasn’t sweet.

The taste of honey traveled from the taste buds on her tongue to her brain.

Though it wasn’t an overwhelmingly sweet flavor, the mere thought that Ruan Siyi stubbornly insisted on calling it “very sweet” seemed to awaken the sugar receptors on her tongue. It stimulated the reward center in her brain, releasing a flood of dopamine, filling her with waves of uncontrollable pleasure.

Fu Ru’an cupped Ruan Siyi’s face, gazing into her eyes.

The moment their eyes met, their hearts trembled in perfect unison.

Under such an earnest gaze, Ruan Siyi grew shy instead, her cheeks instantly flushing a deep red, as adorable as a ripe apple.

Her throat tightened, and she quickly rolled off the bed, stumbling in a fluster toward the bathroom.

As she hurried away, she didn’t forget to explain to Fu Ru’an: “Sister Fu, I’ll go draw your bath for you.”

Turning on the faucet, a hazy mist slowly rose in the bathroom as hot water poured out, filling the bathtub. Ruan Siyi bent down and habitually dipped her hand into the water to test the temperature. It was just right—neither too cold nor too hot. This would be a soothing and comfortable bath.

She adjusted the water flow slightly, ensuring the level stopped at just the right height to comfortably submerge half her chest, then straightened up and looked down at the bathtub, nodding lightly in satisfaction.

On the shelf beside her, Fu Ru’an’s toiletries were arranged neatly, each one carefully wiped down, not a single drop of water left around the bottle openings.

After completing all the pre-bath preparations, she carefully brought over a bowl of rose petals.

This was a little surprise she had specially prepared.

With a flick of her wrist, a handful of petals scattered into the bathtub. The vibrant, delicate rose-pink petals instantly dispersed in the steaming water, floating gently with the current like lingering ripples of light.

Pleased with her handiwork, she nodded again, the corners of her lips curling up unconsciously.

Sister Fu has been working so hard lately, and I’ve been bothering her so much… She definitely deserves a perfect, luxurious bath to wash away all her fatigue.

Just as she was about to head back to the bedroom, a familiar voice sounded behind her.

“What are you doing?”

Ruan Siyi stiffened abruptly, the bowl of rose petals still clutched in her hands as she turned her head dumbly.

Fu Ru’an was already standing at the bathroom door, her eyes filled with amusement as she looked her over.

She had gotten out of bed in a hurry. From Ruan Siyi’s perspective, Fu Ru’an was only draped loosely in a silky robe, the belt tied carelessly around her waist, revealing a slender collarbone and the curves of skin beneath.

Her long, ink-black hair cascaded freely, and her eyes still carried a post-intimacy glisten, deepening the obsidian-like pupils.

“I…”

Ruan Siyi helplessly held up the bowl, the remaining petals inside fluttering out with her movement, landing on Fu Ru’an’s hair and shoulders.

Her mouth fell open even wider, nearly forming an “O,” and she stammered incoherently, her ears tinged with a faint blush. “I—I didn’t mean to!”

“Didn’t say you did.” Fu Ru’an smirked, brushing off the petals on her body with indifference as she slowly approached the bathtub, lowering her gaze to the petal-covered water. “Why so thoughtful today?”

Ruan Siyi froze for a moment, then hurriedly waved her hands to explain—only to forget in her fluster that she was still holding the bowl.

She just let go of her hand, and the basin fell with a “clang,” making a crisp sound.

Ruan Siyi: “…………”

Why did she always become so clumsy when she was nervous? It was such a terrible habit.

Like this—always making her seem like a bumbling fool.

And now, she had embarrassed herself in front of Sister Fu again.

But when Fu Ru’an saw her utterly despairing expression, she couldn’t help but laugh once more.

She tiptoed closer, her cool fingers lightly brushing the tip of Ruan Siyi’s straight nose.

“Silly Ruan Ruan.”

Her voice was like sticky candy melting in the white steam of the bathroom, so sweet it made Ruan Siyi’s entire mind go hazy.

That gentle flick of her fingers carried some kind of magical power, making Ruan Siyi unconsciously hold her breath, her breathing turning slow and sticky, as if that golden melted syrup had slid down her throat and airways, stimulating every muscle in her body to tense up.

“I really like your roses—whether they’re scattered in the bathtub or accidentally falling on my shoulders.”

Ruan Siyi’s ears instantly latched onto the key point—

Sister Fu said she liked them…

So happy, so happy, so happy.

Ruan Siyi suddenly felt as though something had filled her heart, joy molecules bouncing wildly through her body and brain, leaving her utterly disoriented.

She liked Fu Ru’an too!!

Was this what mutual love felt like?! It was just too wonderful!

Fu Ru’an slowly turned, her gaze landing on a corner of the bathroom, sweeping over Ruan Siyi’s carefully arranged setup.

Aside from the rose petals floating in the bathtub, there was actually a small shelf beside the tub neatly lined with snacks and candies.

Soft marshmallows, translucent jelly cups, and a few exquisitely wrapped chocolates were all placed on a shallow wooden tray, next to which sat a cup of honey water emitting a faint steam.

Fu Ru’an raised an eyebrow, silently examining these items.

Seeing her standing there without saying a word, Ruan Siyi nervously twisted her fingers together. “You’ve been a bit tired lately, and just now… you might’ve used up some energy. So I thought, maybe replenishing some sugar would help.”

Speaking, her voice grew softer and softer, until it was almost like a big dog eager to please its owner, caught in the act and only daring to hide in the corner, its tail still twitching and wagging nervously.

Fu Ru’an heard this and slightly bent down, picking up a chocolate from the tray.

Her slender fingers slowly unwrapped the foil, revealing the smooth, round chocolate inside.

She didn’t rush to eat it. Instead, she lowered her head, rolled it between her fingers, and let out a soft laugh. “Too much physical exertion?”

Ruan Siyi froze, her face instantly burning red. “Not just now! Lately, Sister Fu has been working super hard too!”

Fu Ru’an straightened up, unhurriedly bringing the chocolate to her lips and chewing it slowly.

Ruan Siyi watched as that red tongue curled around the chocolate on her fingertips—the red and deep brown so vivid together—the same tongue that had, not long ago, plundered the sweet honey from her mouth.

“And yet you always take it so far.”

Fu Ru’an frowned, reprimanding her.

But Ruan Siyi suddenly found a bit of backbone. “What? You clearly wanted it too.”

Fu Ru’an: “…………I never said that.”

“But Sister’s body is super honest.” Ruan Siyi stubbornly held her ground, pausing for a moment before adding, “Way more honest than your mouth, anyway.”

The moment her tongue had touched her earlier, it had already been wet and sticky down there. She couldn’t be blamed for that.

It was all because Sister Fu was too sensitive.

Fu Ru’an was amused by her somewhat unreasonable argument and didn’t respond. Instead, her red lips curved into a smile as she directly undid the sash of her robe. The white robe slipped from her snow-like shoulders, revealing her slender, graceful curves in an instant.

Amid the rising steam, she stepped onto the soft bath mat and slowly entered the tub. The rose petals floated gently with her movements.

She was the only white rose blooming in a thicket of red roses.

Fu Ru’an leaned back comfortably against the edge of the tub, closing her eyes as if finally relaxing—only to suddenly open them again and glance at the flustered Ruan Siyi standing nearby.

“Aren’t you joining me? It’d be such a waste to enjoy this all by myself after you went to so much trouble to prepare it.”

By this point, Ruan Siyi was already utterly dazed by the sight before her. She instinctively started to nod along with Fu Ru’an’s words but then hurriedly caught herself.

Her eyes widened as she took two steps back, her voice trembling slightly. “I—I’ll pass! This, this was prepared just for you!”

Fu Ru’an saw her reaction and let out a light laugh. Lifting a hand, fingertips glistening with water droplets, she casually flicked the surface of the bath, her voice lazy yet carrying a hint of temptation: “Are you sure you don’t want to try it? You’re the one who adjusted the water temperature and scattered the petals—it’d be a shame to miss out.”

She reached out, tugging at the hem of Ruan Siyi’s clothes, her tone laced with a coquettish lilt.

“Ruan Ruan, is there still a rose petal in my hair that wasn’t washed off just now? Come a little closer and help me remove it, okay?”

Only then did Ruan Siyi notice that there was indeed a stray petal still clinging to Sister Fu’s hair.

For the first time, she realized how inaccurate it was to compare Fu Ru’an to a kitten.

She was clearly a fox—one that had nearly bewitched her soul away.

Especially after Fu Ru’an began to realize that Ruan Siyi simply couldn’t resist her acting spoiled, that cold and indifferent mask of hers had completely fallen away.

Or rather, Sister Fu remained aloof and detached toward everyone except her.

Thus, this charming, playful side was a form of favoritism reserved solely for Ruan Siyi.

It was this very “double standard” that Ruan Siyi found utterly impossible to resist.

Ruan Siyi leaned down to pluck the water-beaded petal from her hair, but suddenly, her wrist was seized by Fu Ru’an.

Then came a sharp tug downward—sending a splash of water flying.