The Extravagant Alpha And The Cold Movie Queen’s Fake Act Became Real - Chapter 55

Chapter 55: I Only Love You.

Snow-white ribbons coiled around pale wrists, like a venomous snake licking the delicate bones, leaving sinuous marks.

The usual cold indifference in Fu Ru’an’s exquisite features had long since vanished, replaced instead by a seductive flush of pink and red, like a tempting apple exuding an intoxicating fragrance.

The allure only intensified with her bound hands.

This meant an instant shift in control.

She lowered her head, her long hair cascading over Fu Ru’an’s thighs, her gaze fixed unwaveringly on the undone bathrobe.

Earlier, her eyes had been covered, leaving her unable to see anything. Now, she finally had the chance to properly admire Sister Fu’s—

Robed Seduction.

The pure white towel, its waistband untied, barely concealed the scenery beneath the thin fabric. With just a light flick of her fingers, that flimsy, half-revealing robe would slip away entirely, unveiling the soft, delicate curves she had longed for—hidden yet tantalizingly close, begging to be freed.

Ruan Siyi’s breath hitched. Every inhale and exhale seemed to tug at her heart, sending her bl00d rushing wildly through her veins, pounding relentlessly.

But she didn’t go any further. Instead, she clenched her fists, her nails nearly digging into her palms.

Gritting her teeth, she simply leaned down to examine Fu Ru’an’s condition. Only when she saw that there was slight redness but no other obvious marks did she finally relax.

“Sister Fu,” Ruan Siyi looked at her, her eyes dark and unreadable. “Am I still good to you when I’m like this?”

She repeated the question once more.

She didn’t know why, but she was particularly fixated on this question, as if she absolutely had to hear Fu Ru’an’s answer.

Ruan Siyi wasn’t someone especially sensitive to emotions. When it came to many things in life, she adopted a lazy, take-it-as-it-comes attitude—even toward her own past, laughably exploitative life where she worked like an ox for a meager daily wage.

But once something involved Fu Ru’an, she would inexplicably become hypersensitive and obsessive. Even the most ridiculous online comments, or every tiny expression and gesture from Fu Ru’an, would unexpectedly weigh on her mind, leaving her restless and overthinking.

The only fortunate thing, perhaps, was that she could also sense Fu Ru’an’s… special regard for her.

She treated her with a gentleness and tolerance that stood apart from her usual aloofness.

Fu Ru’an listened to her words and, whether or not she detected the tension in her tone, lifted her gaze to meet Ruan Siyi’s eyes firmly:

“Ruan Ruan is a good girl. The best person in the world…”

Before she could finish, she felt Ruan Siyi’s emotions suddenly flare up. Like a golden retriever with its fur bristling, Ruan Siyi pounced on her, knocking her onto the bed, her face tinged with an awkward shyness.

The Alpha’s hand slipped under the slightly loosened towel and, without warning, slid along her waist before boldly wandering over her hips.

Unlike her usual gentleness and caution, this time Ruan Siyi clearly couldn’t rein in her strength amid her agitated emotions. All five fingers, along with the firm palm, sank deeply into the soft flesh, the plumpness spilling between her fingers like trembling jelly, swaying with every movement.

Yet, from this rough handling, Fu Ru’an sensed an unprecedented intensity of emotion. When she looked down, she was startled to see Ruan Siyi’s reddened eyes.

That watery flush spread from her lower eyelids all the way to her misty eyes, which were brimming with moisture, shimmering pitifully.

The caramel-colored lashes framing her eyelids looked as if they’d been dampened by rain, fluttering faintly with a glistening sheen.

Fu Ru’an’s heart clenched for a beat, her expression blank, as if she didn’t know how to react.

She wanted to reach out and wipe Ruan Siyi’s lashes, but when she tried to move her wrist, she remembered her hands were still bound by the ribbon Ruan Siyi had tied.

She fumbled for a moment with the clumsily tied bow but ultimately stopped struggling.

All she could do was gaze at Ruan Siyi in confusion and ask, “What’s wrong?”

Ruan Siyi didn’t answer. Instead, she buried her head against Fu Ru’an’s shoulder.

Her fluffy hair tickled Fu Ru’an’s neck and collarbone, making her skin itch.

“What’s going on…”

Her words trailed off.

A scorching drop of liquid suddenly fell onto Fu Ru’an’s shoulder, as if striking her heart with a heavy thud.

“Thud-”

The liquid burst from its confines-a tiny, transparent bead that seemed to house a fish on the verge of death, struggling and thrashing desperately within. A fiery red hue, the splashing droplets scalding the skin, turning it red and raw.

Ruan Siyi tilted her head up slightly, pressing a reverent kiss to the swan-like elegance of her neck.

The soft, fragile sound of sobs carried the unique bitterness of summer rain, mingling with the damp, stifling heat of the season, seeping into that trembling, turbulent heart.

The wet trails on Ruan Siyi’s face, mixed with glistening saliva, churned together with the saltiness, soaking into the thin yet resilient skin of Fu Ru’an’s neck. Just beneath lay the surging carotid artery, a prominent blue vein.

Her emotions, too, became indescribably tangled.

It was as if she had fallen into what should have been a leisurely, carefree afternoon in the heart of summer, yet the dampness clinging to her body refused to dry even under the radiant sunlight outside the window.

Ruan Siyi’s voice choked with sobs, but she didn’t dare lift her head to ask. Instead, she could only cling to this posture, her scorching breath spilling against the sensitive skin of Fu Ru’an’s neck.

“Sister Fu…”

She hesitated before speaking, but her mind involuntarily conjured images from her dreams-

The disheveled school uniform skirt.

The unbearably salty plain congee.

The textbook with its pages swapped out.

The book with the hidden letter of apology tucked inside.

All of it swirled together in her mind like a mess of glue, stirred at high speed, as if at any moment, everything would ignite, explode-bursting apart with a deafening sound and blinding light.

Never before had she found it so difficult to distinguish dreams from reality.

It was supposed to be just transmigrating into a novel, so why had everything veered off course from the very beginning-from the moment she found herself unable to suppress her longing for Fu Ru’an?

In real life, three years of therapy had failed to restore the gaps in her memory, leaving her to wander the world like an incomplete person, desperately searching for the missing fragments of herself.

But now, every time she kissed Fu Ru’an, every time she kissed Fu Ru’an, every time her fingers and tongue pressed in, she had never felt so vividly-

Complete.

It was like finding the last missing piece of a puzzle lost for years.

This feeling inexplicably captivated her, almost to the point of obsession.

“Have you always known—”

Ruan Siyi paused, then finally mustered the courage to continue.

“That she isn’t me.”

Fu Ru’an’s expression stiffened.

The question Ruan Siyi asked was not, “I’m not her,” but rather, “She isn’t me.”

A simple reversal of words, yet the meaning behind them was worlds apart—separated by the thinnest line, yet an immeasurable distance.

What she truly wanted to ask was never whether Fu Ru’an had realized that she was no longer the original owner of this body, but rather a completely different soul and existence that had crossed over from another world.

She didn’t care whether her identity as a transmigrator had been exposed or how much trouble it might bring her.

The only answer she wanted—the one that truly mattered—was whether the person who had built an intimate relationship with Fu Ru’an in the past, the one who shared those memories with her—

Was her.

Fu Ru’an seemed to understand the reason behind her sudden tears.

“You’ve grown up so much now—you’re not that little brat from freshman year of high school anymore. How can you still cry over something like this?”

Her voice carried a hint of helplessness.

Was her Ruan Ruan made of water? Her tears fell so easily, just like the first time they met.

Her shoulders trembling slightly, her face slowly flushing red along with her eyes, looking almost like a monkey’s butt.

“Why do you always end up in such a sorry state?”

Fu Ru’an sighed. Her fingers fiddled briefly behind her, and the bow tied there came undone effortlessly, loosening and drifting onto the bedsheet, nearly blending into the pristine white fabric.

As the heir of the Fu family, dealing with all kinds of unexpected situations was second nature to her. How to break free from restraints and bonds was the first lesson in her self-defense combat training.

She could undo far more complicated knots in a short time, let alone the kind Ruan Siyi had tied…

A rough and simple bow.

The careful Alpha had even deliberately left a finger’s width of space, worried that it might be tied too tightly.

Cool fingertips brushed against the tear-stained corners of Ruan Siyi’s eyes, meeting her sudden, startled gaze as she looked up.

She hadn’t struggled free earlier, only thinking to play along with Ruan Siyi’s emotions.

But when she actually saw the tears in Ruan Ruan’s eyes, she realized that doing nothing was unbearable.

It seemed she couldn’t stand to see her cry.

Even if those tears were shed for her.

“Ruan Ruan,” Fu Ru’an patiently explained, “I’ve only ever called you that, and only ever loved you.”

A burst of fireworks exploded in Ruan Siyi’s heart, crackling and dazzling.

Sister Fu hadn’t directly answered her question.

But all her doubts seemed to find their response in those words.

At that moment, her heartbeat raced wildly, thumping uncontrollably. Tears spilled even more freely, like a flood, like a hurricane. Flames danced in her eyes, as if the sun had kissed the raging sea, her heart swelling and pulsing with an overwhelming ache. The hunger of longing tangled between them like vines, growing wild and untamed.

She felt as though she existed solely for Fu Ru’an.

Fu Ru’an was her only creator, the only deity she served with her vibrant life and boundless love.

“Sister Fu.” At this thought, Ruan Siyi immediately regained her energy, wiping away the dampness around her eyes with her sleeve. “I just remembered—you said before that after I accompanied you back from the old house, I could pick any toy and play with you…”

“When are you planning to make good on that promise—?”