The Extravagant Alpha And The Cold Movie Queen’s Fake Act Became Real - Chapter 53

Chapter 53: Her Hand Gripped Her Ankle.

Fu Ru’an watched her movements, witnessing with her own eyes as she snapped the silver ring back into place.

The butterfly on Ruan Siyi’s ring finger shimmered brilliantly, its glow drawing attention downward to the unbuttoned collar of the casually draped shirt she wore. Beneath it peeked a blue-purple tattoo, its hues so vivid they seemed as though they had been meticulously painted on, lifelike and vibrant, as if they might burst forth at any moment.

Ruan Siyi carried her to bathe once more.

The water pressure in the high-end apartment was strong. Adjusting to the perfect temperature, warm water cascaded down in an instant, quickly filling the bathtub again before she gently placed Fu Ru’an inside.

The hot water rose past her chest, and through the refraction of the water’s surface, Ruan Siyi caught glimpses of the faintly exposed spring scenery-the Omega’s snow-white skin flushed pink from the heat. Steam curled up from the edges of the bathtub, enveloping the scene like a misty entrance to some ethereal paradise.

Ruan Siyi awkwardly averted her gaze.

“Sister Fu, call for me when you’re done washing.”

Just as she turned to leave, her wrist was caught again by Fu Ru’an.

Looking back, she saw Fu Ru’an gazing up at her, her onyx eyes seemingly tinged with a faint pink from the steam, blending seamlessly with the rosy blush on her cheeks—a breathtaking sight.

“Aren’t you going to stay and keep me company?”

The fingers wrapped around Ruan Siyi’s wrist lightly stroked, and whether it was her imagination or not, there seemed to be a teasing undertone to the caress.

That post-coital, honeyed voice was like a nimble tongue, licking its way into Ruan Siyi’s ears, the upward lilt of the question akin to teeth-white as snow, just like her skin-nipping at the tip of her ear.

Except teeth were unyielding in their hardness, while Sister Fu… was as soft as water.

Those gasps and moans from earlier on the bathroom counter had also spilled from those same red, tempting lips. And now, those restless lips parted once more, issuing her a sinful invitation.

“N-no… I shouldn’t.”

Ruan Siyi tightly closed her eyes.

She was well aware that she wasn’t someone with particularly strong self-control.

In the past, she would only help Fu Ru’an bathe after she had exhausted herself and fallen asleep-and the result was always leaving herself in a mess.

A deeply asleep Fu Ru’an, utterly worn out, would only let out a few weak murmurs of protest when the washing made her uncomfortable.

But every time, after lathering soap in her palms, Ruan Siyi would run her hands over Fu Ru’an’s body, her palms kneading against her skin, enveloping the soft curves, spreading the foam evenly over every inch.

God knew how much willpower it took to suppress the restless, unruly impulses inside her, to keep her fingers from trembling.

It was pure agony.

“It’s not like you haven’t seen me before, haven’t bathed me… What are you even embarrassed about…”

Fu Ru’an muttered under her breath, but she didn’t press further, releasing her grip on Ruan Siyi’s wrist.

How could the awake version possibly compare to the sleeping one?

At least when Fu Ru’an was asleep, her conscience and morals kept her in check. But if she were awake during the bath…

Who knew what kind of situation it would devolve into?

Ruan Siyi silently retorted in her heart.

“How about I wait for you outside the glass door?”

Seeing the reluctant look on Fu Ru’an’s face, Ruan Siyi’s heart softened, and she quickly compromised.

The shower area was separated from the sink by a glass door. Ruan Siyi brought a small stool and sat by the entrance.

The frosted glass door was left slightly ajar, just a narrow gap. Sitting facing it, she could only make out a hazy silhouette inside, accompanied by the unmistakable sound of running water.

The sound of water…

This doesn’t seem much better than directly helping Fu Ru’an take a bath.

It’s just as torturous.

In fact, because of that hazy, ambiguous feeling, it’s even more tantalizing.

If there were a time machine, Ruan Siyi would definitely want to go back ten minutes and beat herself to death for coming up with this idea.

Alice was still playing that song on loop, and the sound grated on Ruan Siyi’s nerves. She tapped the control screen on the wall twice.

“Change the song.”

Alice obediently replied, “Okay,” and then switched to another song with a similarly suggestive, intimate vibe.

Ruan Siyi: “……”

Even Alice was bullying her now.

Hearing those equally provocative lyrics, Ruan Siyi’s eyebrow twitched violently.

She had no idea how much time had passed before Fu Ru’an finally pushed open the glass door and stepped out.

Ruan Siyi was staring at the floor, her head lowered, when a pair of bare feet, flushed red from the hot water, appeared in her line of sight.

The cute, rounded toes were painted with a flashy silver nail polish, bold and eye-catching.

Instinctively, she looked up, her gaze trailing upward from those feet-past the slender calves, to the pure white towel wrapped around Fu Ru’an’s body. The top edge of the towel was tucked into a makeshift tube top, exposing her long neck and her face, flushed from the heat of the bath.

That towel was the same color as the one that had been draped beneath her earlier-plain white, yet somehow unbearably seductive, teasing an itch deep in her bones. The place between her legs was already starting to betray her again, leaking uncontrollably.

Suddenly, she remembered that time Fu Ru’an had stepped on her while wearing high heels-how the floodgates had burst open then, the damp, unmistakable evidence of desire impossible to hide.

Just the memory alone was enough to make her knees weak.

The moment Fu Ru’an stepped out, she caught the faint scent of an alpha’s pheromones in the air. She lifted her eyelids slightly, just in time to see Ruan Siyi’s burning gaze fixed on her bare feet.

In that instant, the air seemed to grow thicker, the vodka-like scent intensifying.

“Sister,” Ruan Siyi instinctively licked her lips, her tongue sweeping over them, leaving them glistening, “why aren’t you wearing slippers?”

“Ah.”

Only then did Fu Ru’an belatedly realize-she’d forgotten to put on slippers again.

But walking barefoot on the floor was just so much more comfortable, giving her a sense of freedom and unrestraint.

“But walking barefoot like this all the time can make you catch a chill easily. It affects bl00d circulation in your feet,” Ruan Siyi explained patiently. “And earlier, before I got in the car, I saw you stash away a lighter and a pack of cigarettes, didn’t I? Smoking isn’t good for your health either.”

She just didn’t say it.

“Got it.” Fu Ru’an, uncharacteristically compliant for once, replied, “I never touched that pack of cigarettes. I quit right after our first time.”

But now, at this very moment, the way Ruan Siyi was looking at her was definitely off.

That gaze was so intense, as if it could solidify in the next second, winding around her ankles and dragging her into an unfathomable abyss.

After spending so much time together, she had gotten to know Ruan Siyi a little better, and that memory suddenly flooded her mind.

Could it be…

Just now, Ruan Siyi had been focused on bringing her to climax but hadn’t gotten her own satisfaction in time—that really wasn’t fair.

But she wasn’t wearing high heels today—or, to be more precise, she wasn’t wearing shoes at all. And under the white shirt Ruan Siyi had casually thrown on, there were no panties either.

“Sister Fu.” Ruan Siyi had only just started when Fu Ru’an cut her off first.

She adjusted the carefully tied bow on her bath towel—it was perfectly symmetrical, and she was quite pleased with it.

Fu Ru’an let Ruan Siyi’s hand grasp her ankle, the protruding bone sharp like a jagged stone.

“Fine, but don’t pull off my bath towel.”

Don’t ruin her meticulously tied bow.