The Extravagant Alpha And The Cold Movie Queen’s Fake Act Became Real - Chapter 51

Chapter 51: Adding Another Finger.

The faucet on top of the bathtub was turned on again, and water instantly splashed down. The sound of rushing water filled her ears the moment Fu Ru’an took her finger into her mouth.

Hot water once again poured over both of them, the warm currents enveloping their bodies before quickly sliding away.

Ruan Siyi found herself pulled back into the water by Fu Ru’an in a daze. Inside the narrow bathtub, their bodies pressed tightly together.

For the first time, she felt that the bright lighting was like a grand, dazzling crime—

On the shimmering surface of the water, Fu Ru’an’s gaze—wet, direct, and unguarded—was fixed on her. Her slender swan-like neck, the hollow of her collarbones filled with water—

Everything was illuminated with stark clarity.

The omega’s lower lash line was tinged red, while the apples of her cheeks were painted a vivid rose hue. That rosy color layered onto her thin lips, making them appear lush and fragile.

Just like this, she held Ruan Siyi’s finger in her mouth, slowly sinking beneath the water’s surface.

Only when the white foam atop her head was completely washed away, revealing the natural sheen of her black hair, did the delicate tips of her ears peek out from behind a few stray strands, translucent from the water.

Equally exposed under the bright lights was Ruan Siyi’s uncontrollable—

frivolous thoughts.

No wonder Fu Ru’an had always been hailed as the divine beauty of the entertainment industry. That uniquely cold, elder-sister aura could effortlessly pin someone in place, making it nearly impossible to look away.

Her face carried a kind of cold, exquisite beauty, with sharp contours—chilling to the extreme yet radiating a lethally captivating allure.

Those eyes were even more heart-stirring, like deep, dark whirlpools in the ocean—shadowy and fathomless. Her long, silken black hair was woven into invisible ropes, tightening around Ruan Siyi’s throat, suffocating her, drowning her in this shallow expanse of water.

She wanted her.

Wanted to hear her let out those thin, drawn-out screams for her, to watch her toes curl and tense, wanted to trace every inch of her body with kisses, wanted to press her hard against the edge of the bathtub.

And then kiss her a thousand times over.

Yet the swelling ache in her heart made her tidal-wave desires restrained and cautious.

As Fu Ru’an slowly raised her head above the water, Ruan Siyi withdrew her finger from her mouth and, under her hazy gaze, slipped it between her own lips.

Clear saliva trickled down the corner of her mouth, impossible to tell whose it was. In Fu Ru’an’s ears, the wet sounds of sucking mixed with the running water, roaring like an engine.

“Ruan Ruan.”

Fu Ru’an continued to watch her with those pitch-black, untainted eyes.

Her hands were pale, the faintly protruding blue veins stretched taut over her wrist and finger bones, like a straight bridge of indigo.

Those hands tugged at the hem of Ruan Siyi’s clothes, then yanked upward with force.

“Your clothes are soaked. Sticking to your skin like this must be uncomfortable.”

“Let me help you take them off.”

A sly glint flashed in her eyes.

“Okay.”

Ruan Siyi’s heartbeat had long been beyond her control.

Everything seemed to be sliding off its tracks, pulling her toward an unfathomable abyss, dragging her back to that damp summer, where tears flowed like a spring, saturating that mold-speckled, snow-white heart.

She had never imagined the two of them would meet each other in such a way—”stripped bare.”

Without a single layer of clothing, without the cover of night, the sensation of being watched so openly filled her with an indescribable mix of shame and satisfaction.

—As if she had sliced herself open, heart and all, for Fu Ru’an to see.

She belonged to her, completely.

In the flowing water, the warm ripples brushed gently against her skin, and Ruan Siyi’s fingers unconsciously clenched the hem of her skirt. Her skin, bloated and pale from soaking, seemed to be peeling away from her bones, yet Fu Ru’an stubbornly continued to undo the zipper of her dress.

The skirt slipped down gently, the damp fabric mingling carelessly with the petals, floating on the water for a moment before becoming heavy with moisture and sinking to the bottom, merging with the ripples.

As the hem slid to her waist, Fu Ru’an glimpsed the faint outline through the water, like mist-shrouded hills.

“My Ruan Ruan is so beautiful too.”

Ruan Siyi, flustered by her words, lowered her head and murmured a soft “Not really.”

The next second, her voice caught abruptly, turning into a tiny, stifled whimper that dissolved into the rippling water.

Fu Ru’an’s hand suddenly gripped her.

Pale fingertips sank into the softness, her palm pressing close as she began to knead slowly.

Ruan Siyi instantly gasped, unable to suppress the reaction-but before she could make any more embarrassing sounds, Fu Ru’an sealed her lips with a kiss.

Rosy lips pressed against hers, staining her heart the color of the sunset, its rhythm accelerating wildly.

But unlike the clear skies outside, in this cramped single bathtub, steam seeped through the skin over her chest and ribs, raining down onto her heart before trickling lower, into the depths of the dense forest below.

Ruan Siyi paid no attention to Fu Ru’an’s hands, focusing instead on sucking her lips until their pale pink deepened into a rich, wanton red.

Just as she finally pulled away, satisfied, Fu Ru’an’s tongue coiled around hers like a water snake, tangling with her retreating tip.

Now it wasn’t just her heartbeat-Ruan Siyi’s breathing fell into disarray, the space in her mouth completely invaded.

Pressed down into the water, her body buoyed by a strange lightness, she arched toward Fu Ru’an.

Between kisses, Fu Ru’an tugged at her fingers again.

Ruan Siyi was dazed by her kisses, managing only a muffled sound of confusion from her nose.

“Hmm?”

Fu Ru’an took her hand, rubbing it slowly and deliberately.

“Want to eat.”

From Ruan Siyi’s perspective, she could just see Fu Ru’an tilting her head back slightly, putting a little distance between them. Her lips parted as she spoke, revealing the deep, shadowy cavity of her mouth.

Ruan Siyi’s mind hadn’t quite caught up yet.

What did she want to eat?

Were they discussing dinner?

Well, in that case, she’d have to think carefully.

Heh heh.

Honestly, she was really craving that tomato, beef, and cheese risotto from the shop downstairs.

Bright red tomato sauce, rich golden cheese—once stirred together, the mouthwatering aroma would waft up, the long, stretchy cheese pulls oozing with savory goodness. She could easily polish off a huge bowl by herself.

Fu Ru’an watched her spaced-out, silly expression and knew her thoughts had wandered off again.

Her brown eyes sparkled, like a little hamster imagining its beloved pine nuts.

Fu Ru’an was a little exasperated. She wrinkled her nose, then leaned in close to Ruan Siyi’s ear, exhaling a warm breath.

Nibbling her earlobe, she whispered to her:

“Want to eat Ruan Ruan’s fingers.”

Her teeth grazed the tip of Ruan Siyi’s ear, leaving behind faint tooth marks.

Only then did Ruan Siyi realize what she had actually meant.

Before she could react, she felt Fu Ru’an carefully settling onto her fingers.

In the water, Fu Ru’an’s hands slowly climbed up her shoulders, while her body sank under its own weight.

“Not just up here,” she licked her slightly dry lips, moistening them again, “but also…”

She didn’t finish the sentence, but the two of them already understood, reaching a silent, mutual agreement.

The water in the bathtub immediately rippled, waves surging one after another, turbulent and fierce. The sound of splashing water echoed and reverberated in the quiet space.

Above the water’s surface, the bright petals floating atop it seemed startled, trembling as they fluttered with the splashing droplets. In the end, they shivered against Ruan Siyi’s damp fingertips—barely grazing them before recoiling back into the water in a flash.

Breaths tightened in staggered gasps, inhales and exhales like a rope pulled taut and then released. The petals quivered helplessly, bobbing and spinning on the water’s surface, entirely at the mercy of her fingers.

“Sister Fu.” Ruan Siyi took advantage of the moment when Fu Ru’an’s rationality was still drifting to ask her, “What should we eat tonight? How about that tomato, beef, and cheese risotto?”

“Plus a durian cheese pizza.”

Ever since her agent and Fu Ru’an successfully added each other on WeChat, her diet had been under strict management and supervision. For her, it was practically inhuman treatment.

Every time she passed by downstairs, the mouthwatering aroma wafting through the air made her crave it unbearably.

She wasn’t sure if she could win today.

Fu Ru’an: “……”

She hadn’t expected that, even in a moment like this, Ruan Siyi’s mind could still be occupied with food.

Thick liquid overflowed but was quickly diluted by the water, disappearing without a trace. Every stir of Ruan Siyi’s fingers created ripples that rushed against the delicate rose petals, producing an entirely different kind of impact.

Fu Ru’an didn’t answer her. Instead, she turned her head away in disarray. “Don’t keep going in the water… carry me out…”

Ruan Siyi was in a position where she needed a favor, so of course she agreed.

Reluctantly, she withdrew her fingers and wrapped her arms around the Omega’s body, lifting Fu Ru’an entirely out of the water.

Drops trailed down their bare skin, falling from their hair and bodies, leaving uneven wet marks on the floor with each step. The humid air carried faint traces of pheromones, making every breath feel damp and sticky.

Holding Fu Ru’an in her arms, Ruan Siyi could feel her trembling slightly and quickly carried her to the sink, placing her on the counter.

Worried that the porcelain might be too cold, she first laid a towel underneath before carefully settling Fu Ru’an on it.

Ruan Siyi glanced down at Fu Ru’an, whose lashes were damp and fluttering lightly, her face flushed.

“You can keep going.”

The moment Fu Ru’an was placed down, she nudged Ruan Siyi gently with her foot, urging her.

She hadn’t reached her peak earlier, and after this brief pause, the impatience was becoming unbearable.

“Then promise me first.”

Ruan Siyi pleaded with her.

Fu Ru’an shook her head.

“That’s what your agent said—you can’t eat high-calorie food like that.”

Ruan Siyi pursed her lips and imitated the tone of a female lead from a TV drama, coquettishly pleading with her, “But I haven’t had any work lately, just one time, please? Pretty please?”

Fu Ru’an felt a shiver run down her spine from that drawn-out tone, goosebumps rising all over her body, and she shook her head even more firmly.

Not a chance.

“Then how about this,” Ruan Siyi, seeing she still wouldn’t relent, suddenly had a flash of inspiration. “If I can make you feel even more… pleased than before, will you let me have it?”

Even more pleased than before…?

Fu Ru’an didn’t understand and blinked in confusion.

What did that mean?

What kind of strange thoughts were swirling in that odd little head of Ruan Siyi’s now?

“Go on.”

Her interest was piqued, and she slightly lifted her chin, signaling for Ruan Siyi to continue.

“It’s like this, Sister Fu.”

Her gaze began to wander, too nervous to meet Fu Ru’an’s steady, questioning eyes. “Before, it’s always just been one finger. Would you like to… I’m just asking, no other meaning behind it… I mean, could we…”

She finally took a deep breath and, under Fu Ru’an’s bewildered gaze, managed to spit out the rest of her sentence.

“…try adding one more?”