The Extravagant Alpha And The Cold Movie Queen’s Fake Act Became Real - Chapter 52

Chapter 52: Another Finger Slipped into the Water.

Only then did Fu Ru’an lower her gaze to look. Ruan Siyi’s hands were actually quite beautiful.

Slender and well-proportioned, with fingers that were especially long.

The delicate, elongated knuckles were connected by slightly protruding joints, and both the nails and joints carried a faint, fleshy pink hue. The steam from the hot water had just enveloped them, lending them a hazy, misty color. One fingertip was still glistening with a slick liquid, the pad of the finger shimmering with a glossy sheen.

On the ring finger, a band of skin was noticeably paler than the surrounding area—a mark left by years of wearing a ring.

Their wedding rings were a pair from a niche international design brand. The silver band was crafted into the rippling waves of the sea, while the center of the ring cleverly intertwined a Möbius strip to form the shape of a butterfly.

The name of this ring was “Lucid Dream.” The Möbius strip, with its infinite single-sided loop, made it impossible to distinguish front from back or beginning from end. Paired with the butterfly, a symbol of the bridge between dreams and reality, it represented “the intertwining of fantasy and reality, where you and I shall never part.”

To avoid scratching the delicate skin there, Ruan Siyi always made a habit of taking off the ring before making love to her.

And now, one of those shimmering silver wedding bands was on her ring finger, while the other lay obediently in a jewelry box at the corner of the sink.

The jewelry box was left open. With just a slight turn of her head, Fu Ru’an could see it clearly.

“Never mind,” Ruan Siyi noticed her prolonged silence and thought she was still pondering, so she took a large white towel from the nearby tray and gently dried her damp hair and body. Once semi-dry, she fetched a coat and draped it over her shoulders. “Sister Fu, take your time to think it over.”

A scorching, powerful palm pressed against the omega’s lower back through the coat, and with a firm lift, Ruan Siyi hoisted Fu Ru’an upward, arching her waist. At that moment, Ruan Siyi lowered her head once more, capturing her lips.

Right now, Ruan Siyi was supporting Fu Ru’an’s slender, soft waist with one hand, steadying her as she sat on the bathroom counter, while her other hand braced against the cold ceramic tiles, fingers slightly curled, veins bulging with tension, nails turning pale and red from the pressure.

“Alice, play a song.”

Alice was the smart home assistant, much like Siri or Xiao Ai.

Usually, when Ruan Siyi was too lazy to move, she would order Alice to turn the lights on or off—this was the first time she had used it to play music.

Before Alice’s response could reach Fu Ru’an’s ears, what invaded first was Ruan Siyi’s tongue, rampaging through her mouth.

The alpha wasn’t just physically strong-even her tongue carried a bull-like force. One moment, it was sucking fiercely on her lower lip, and the next, it abruptly pried past her lips, sweeping densely over every inch of her mouth.

The alpha wasn’t just physically strong-even her tongue carried a bull-like force.

One moment, it was sucking fiercely on her lower lip, and the next, it abruptly pried past her lips, sweeping densely over every inch of her mouth.

Ruan Siyi’s long, dripping-wet hair tangled with her own semi-dry strands, two shades of black intertwining in an unexpectedly harmonious way.

The music also erupted abruptly, without warning, the powerful drumbeats hammering against their eardrums, piercing and intense.

Smooth, seductive Spanish lyrics instantly filled the bathroom.

“I just wanna get high with my lover,

Veo una muñeca cuando miro en el espejo.”

Though Fu Ru’an herself was facing away from the mirror and couldn’t see the reflection, Ruan Siyi had a clear view of their entwined figures in the glass.

She lowered her head, greedily seizing and plundering the air and moisture from Fu Ru’an’s lips, while raising her eyebrows slightly to glance at the mirror.

She saw Fu Ru’an trembling in her arms, overcome with passion—her body arched backward under the pressure yet her waist pushed forward, forming a perfect curve.

“Kiss, kiss—”

She lingered a moment longer on Fu Ru’an’s lips, those thin lips now flushed a deep red and glistening with moisture. Looking further down, the coat draped over her did little to conceal anything.

A shadow flickered through Ruan Siyi’s eyes.

Yet she continued to stare straight into Fu Ru’an’s gaze, as if ready to drown in that dark sea.

At its center, a glimmer of light shone like the gleam of a diamond on a ring—elegant, radiant.

“May I, Sister Fu?”

Unconsciously, Ruan Siyi bit her own lip as she spoke, her lower lip pressed into the shape of a bow.

Just like how she had nibbled at Fu Ru’an’s lips moments ago.

Fu Ru’an thought silently to herself.

Around her, Ruan Siyi was always excessively cautious and meticulous, never failing to ask for permission first, always mindful of her damp hair and body, worried she might catch a cold.

For some reason, it was as if, in Ruan Siyi’s eyes, she was veiled in an illusion of perfection—unbreakable, flawless, the most precious existence in the world.

This feeling of being cherished and adored so completely intoxicated her. And yet, she knew she was not this immaculate, untouchable figure.

Her mother had taught her how to endure unavoidable loneliness—but chose the most tragic way to leave this world right before her eyes.

Her mother had scolded her harshly for presenting as an omega.

She hadn’t even been allowed to decide her own future, forced to abandon physics, her eyes left to trace nothing but strings of numbers representing money.

During the time when “Ruan Siyi” had disappeared, she had drowned herself in cigarettes and alcohol, indulged in extreme sports, staking her life on reckless mountain races.

As the accelerator was pressed down, the powerful recoil instantly pressed against her spine. With every acceleration and sharp turn, the tires screeched against the pavement, sending sparks flying. The S.T. Dupont lighter in front of the passenger seat slammed violently between the glass and the surface, emitting a fierce, jarring sound—

“Bang bang bang!”

The car fishtailed around the sharp curve, adrenaline surging as wildly as the speeding sports car.

Back then, she thought life and freedom were just like this—rejecting all movie scripts, numbing her mind day after day.

Fu Ru’an reached out and pressed her thumb against her lower lip.

As if in slow motion, Ruan Siyi’s teeth loosened their grip on her lip. The soft flesh trembled slightly before yielding completely to the pressure of her fingertip.

“Stop biting your lips,” Fu Ru’an murmured, her touch unhurried as she stroked her mouth. “If we’re doing this, then hurry up. Later, I’ll take you to that place you like—the one with the tomato, beef, and cheese risotto.”

At the mention of food, Ruan Siyi’s eyes lit up instantly. “And… that durian cheese pizza…”

That pizza—it smelled so good!

She really, really loved it!

“Not this time.” Fu Ru’an wagged her index finger in refusal. “Too high in calories. Have you forgotten what happened last time you ate potato chips and ended up with a heat rash, Ruan Siyi?”

Unexpectedly, Ruan Siyi parted her lips and gently caught the finger swaying before her. Her tongue flicked over it once before she withdrew the hand propped against the sink.

She rinsed it slowly under the running water before releasing her finger.

Tilting her head, she used her sharp canine to tear open the wrapper of the finger cot, like a beast. After putting it on, she bit down once more to secure it completely.

“Sister, you were the one who said to hurry up.”

Don’t end up unable to take it later, crying and begging for mercy.

The sultry music continued to flow between them, thick as silk, wrapping around their bodies and pulling them tighter together.

The edge of the towel by the sink had grown slightly damp, water splashing from the faucet leaving faint, spreading stains on the white fabric.

“Sister,” Ruan Siyi murmured, the hand supporting her lower back exerting force to lift her up. “Don’t be so tense.”

Fu Ru’an was inexplicably provoked by her words, stirring a competitive spirit within her. She struggled to suppress the trembling in her voice, slightly raising her head and pointing her chin at her as she said, “Continue.”

The song kept playing.

The female singer’s slightly hoarse voice was like an eternally burning golden Venus or a bl00d-red moon.

Venus symbolizes beauty, hope, and love.

The bl00d moon symbolizes fear, violence, and destruction.

An extreme combination of contradictions, a goddess wielding primal desires descended just like that.

Ruan Siyi leaned down, lifting her waist to an even higher position, her teeth gently grazing the bright red strawberry on top. At the same time, with a “squelch,” she added another finger into the water.

The sink wasn’t a soft bed that would yield to create a larger surface area for support.

It was cold, hard, and unresponsive, the heat on its surface creating a stark contrast between ice and fire.

Fu Ru’an was so stimulated by the movement that her entire body went weak, wanting to arch her back, only to be held firmly in place by the Alpha’s strong hands-

“Get higher.”

Every time she couldn’t take it and tried to clamp her legs together, Ruan Siyi’s knee would forcefully push them apart again.

“Sister Fu, I only have two hands.”

Ruan Siyi’s tongue swept over the strawberry atop the cake, the sweet flavor flooding her mouth.

The implication was obvious—she didn’t have a free hand to forcefully part, or to put it more violently, to pry open.

Her legs.

But the act of using her knee to push was equally aggressive and oppressive.

It forced Fu Ru’an to tightly grip her hair, wrapping her arms around the head buried between her thighs, her fingers threading through Ruan Siyi’s now half-dry hair.

The towel was nearly soaked through, one wave after another, a continuous drizzle.

This was a sensation she had never experienced before, one that nearly burned away her rationality, leaving only the rhythm of the music in her mind, the light and heavy beats of the drum.

Alice seemed to have arbitrarily set the song on loop. Later, Fu Ru’an couldn’t even remember how many times the song had repeated in that bathroom. She only felt herself rising and falling with the melody, her soul occasionally flung to the heights-

“Get higher and higher with you.”

“Together go higher and higher.”

By the time it ended, she felt as though the entire space-from the faucet gushing water, to the white towel, to herself-had become drenched, dripping wet.

Through blurred vision, she saw Ruan Siyi rinsing her equally wet fingers under the running water, then patiently squeezing out soap foam, scrubbing each knuckle before pulling a hand towel from behind the messy mirror and meticulously drying them.

Ruan Siyi unhurriedly took the ring from the jewelry box, forcing it over the knuckle with a firm push.

The ring rubbed against her skin as it was slid back onto her ring finger.