The Extravagant Alpha And The Cold Movie Queen’s Fake Act Became Real - Chapter 60
Chapter 60
Fu Ru’an now had an almost instinctive understanding of Ruan Siyi’s thoughts in this regard. Just by glancing at her expression and hearing that unusually expectant tone, she didn’t even need to think deeply to know exactly what indecent ideas were swirling in Ruan Siyi’s head.
Really, she was getting more and more audacious.
“Get a grip.” Fu Ru’an warned, her voice laced with admonishment. “We’re in public.”
Had Ruan Siyi not sobered up from the other day? The incident at the restaurant was still fresh in her mind—she had never felt so on edge before.
On one hand, she had to placate and conceal the drunken, insatiable Ruan Siyi, while on the other, she had to deal with her manager, ensuring no clues or slip-ups were noticed.
“No one’s going to disturb us for a while anyway.” Ruan Siyi murmured enticingly. “Sister Fu—”
Fu Ru’an remained silent. Ruan Siyi, thinking she wasn’t going to agree, was about to dejectedly head into the fitting room first to change into the outfit needed for the upcoming shoot.
However, once she stepped inside and began removing her top, she suddenly felt a cool gust of wind sweep past her.
Since only Fu Ru’an was outside, Ruan Siyi hadn’t fastened the curtain. Now, it was abruptly pulled open and then shut again—a bright sliver of light flashed in and then vanished just as quickly.
It was Fu Ru’an, who had lifted the curtain and slipped inside.
Ruan Siyi stared at her in surprise.
The fitting room wasn’t very spacious, so their bodies inevitably pressed tightly together. Skin brushed against skin, and wherever Fu Ru’an touched, Ruan Siyi felt heat flare up, her heart rippling with unrest.
Her voice was hesitant as she spoke: “You… why did you come in?”
Hadn’t her earlier reaction implied refusal?
Fu Ru’an glanced up at her and replied matter-of-factly, “Before doing something bad, don’t you need to lock the outermost door first?”
Earlier, she had been figuring out how to lock the dressing room door to keep outsiders from entering.
After all, she had been genuinely scared last time—she had no desire to relive that kind of awkward situation again.
Ruan Siyi: “…………”
She was careless.
She held it in for a long time before saying, “You’re more experienced.”
Next time, she’d pay more attention.
After a moment, Ruan Siyi still felt a chill. Looking down, she realized she had already swiftly taken off her top, leaving only a simple cotton bra.
And Fu Ru’an’s gaze was currently sliding down from her collarbone, over the bra, and settling on her slender waist.
Ruan Siyi’s waist was different from hers. Fu Ru’an’s usual training mainly combined core strength with cardio, resulting in just a toned waistline.
But Ruan Siyi’s workout intensity was slightly higher than hers, with a thin layer of abs on her waist, showcasing a unique, healthy beauty.
Under such an unabashed stare, Ruan Siyi felt as if Fu Ru’an was caressing her abdomen with her eyes.
This strange sensation made her unconsciously tense her body, flexing more defined muscle lines, like a peacock spreading its tail.
Fu Ru’an found her adorable little demeanor utterly amusing and asked, “Can I touch it?”
“Huh?” Ruan Siyi was stunned by the question, then stiffened her lips, her cheeks flushing red as she tried to sound serious, “Of course, as long as you like it.”
Being admired by her sister was a blessing, and it made all her daily training efforts worthwhile.
As soon as Ruan Siyi finished speaking, Fu Ru’an’s hand eagerly pressed against her. The cool touch met the Alpha’s scorching warmth, the firm and powerful texture under her fingers taut yet smooth, rebounding slightly under pressure—a sensation Fu Ru’an loved.
While Fu Ru’an was enjoying the novelty, Ruan Siyi was having a hard time, beads of sweat beginning to form on her forehead.
This was… too much.
The abdomen was always an extraordinarily special and sensitive area. Whether above or below, it was a forbidden zone—private and ambiguous.
Yet now, this very spot was being wantonly caressed by Fu Ru’an.
The varying pressure, the occasional sharp scrape of nails against her skin—even if just for a moment—was like a match striking a matchbox, igniting sparks instantly, followed by wisps of smoke that clouded her thoughts.
“Relax a bit, Ruan Ruan.” Fu Ru’an murmured, nibbling at her ear. “You’re too tense like this. How am I supposed to keep touching you?”
As she spoke, the finger that had been slowly circling her navel suddenly pressed down with force. Ruan Siyi’s body was easily overtaken by waves of tingling and trembling.
Both physically and mentally overwhelmed, the Alpha finally couldn’t hold back any longer. Her body arched, and the scent of strong liquor silently filled the changing room.
Fu Ru’an also softened at the smell of the pheromones, leaning against Ruan Siyi. Through the thin fabric of her clothes, she could feel Ruan Siyi’s youthful, scorching body heat—comfortable like sunlight.
To steady herself, Fu Ru’an pressed her entire palm against the lean muscles of Ruan Siyi’s waist, her fingers clinging tightly, unable to let go.
She nestled into Ruan Siyi’s embrace, resting her chin on her shoulder, pressing against the hard bones beneath.
“Turns out places like this really are more exciting.”
Having tasted the sweetness, Fu Ru’an finally understood, on a visceral level, Ruan Siyi’s actions from before.
Doing the most intimate things in the most dangerous places, where the slightest slip could expose them at any moment—while she held the power to control the other’s reactions, to dictate when it began and ended, watching as the other could only grit her teeth and endure her whims—
This feeling was just too damn good.
Fu Ru’an’s hand slowly slid upward until her fingertips brushed the edge of that warm, soft flesh.
“Ruan Ruan,” she tilted her head up, her deep eyes locking onto hers, “look down.”
Ruan Siyi instinctively obeyed, but the moment she lowered her head, a pair of soft lips met hers.
At the same time, Fu Ru’an’s fingers slipped beneath the cotton fabric, wedging themselves into an ambiguous position.
The gasp that escaped Ruan Siyi’s lips was immediately swallowed by Fu Ru’an in the kiss, dissolving into a shared, breathless sigh between them.
“See… isn’t this much quieter…”
In the brief pauses between kisses, Fu Ru’an whispered the question, only to see the rapid rise and fall of Ruan Siyi’s chest in response.
Fu Ru’an took advantage of the chaos to lower her head, only belatedly noticing that Ruan Siyi was wearing the exact bra she had mentioned wanting to see last time—the cherry-patterned one.
The white fabric was embroidered with a tender green stem, from which hung two bright red, luscious fruits. The exquisite craftsmanship made them look tantalizingly delicious at first glance. The fruits were small, plump, and perfectly symmetrical, their surfaces smooth and taut.
That vivid red had symbolized passion, desire, and temptation since ancient times. And now, that fiery allure, radiating through the cherry-red skin, struck her vision with unrelenting intensity.
Indeed, this piece suited Ruan Ruan perfectly.
As if sensing her distraction, Ruan Siyi reached out in dissatisfaction, forcing Fu Ru’an’s head to tilt back up to receive her kiss.
It wasn’t until Ruan Siyi finally couldn’t hold back and begged her to stop that Fu Ru’an slowly released her grip.
“Is this enough?” She pressed her damp fingers into Ruan Siyi’s mouth. “Shouldn’t the other side get the same treatment?”
The sudden intrusion of a finger into her mouth left Ruan Siyi startled. Without warning, it began stirring inside, growing even wetter until it withdrew, dragging a lewd silver thread of saliva behind it.
“Sweet?”
The heat in the cramped space had tinted the corners of Fu Ru’an’s eyes with a seductive flush, her gaze shimmering with allure.
“Sweet…”
When Sister Fu’s fingers had brushed against her tongue, they carried a hint of sweetness.
They were also infused with the fragrance of Baileys, the alcohol seeping into her body, intoxicating her mind further.
But that saliva-slicked hand didn’t remain idle. Instead, it gently caressed the other cherry that had been neglected earlier, bestowing upon it the same tender attention.
After a while, Fu Ru’an withdrew her hand again, pressing a kiss to Ruan Siyi’s chin.
“Well? Do you like it when I treat you like this?”
“I do…”
Ruan Siyi panted softly, wrapping her arms around Fu Ru’an’s waist.
“Then, shall we…”
Just as Fu Ru’an was about to suggest changing into the outfits for the upcoming shoot, hurried footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door.
The crisp click of high heels against the wooden floor echoed sharply.
“It’s right here, President.”
It was the director’s voice.
“Mm, you all go back first. I’ll call someone out.”
This voice was somewhat unfamiliar, just like the sound of that person’s footsteps—clean and decisive, truly fitting of a leader’s demeanor.
Knock knock—
The dressing room door was rapped.
“Are you there? I’m Laurel’s China CEO, Lu Youning.”
Lu Youning?
Why does this name sound so familiar?!
Suddenly, a flash of light cut through her kiss-addled brain.
Wasn’t this the name of the male lead in the novel?
The one who grew up childhood friends with Fu Ru’an and ultimately achieved the happy ending with him?!
If she was Laurel’s China CEO, then this endorsement deal… had also been approved by Lu Youning?
What the hell?
A million curses flashed through her mind.
Her arm, wrapped around Fu Ru’an’s waist, suddenly tightened, and in an instant, their positions reversed. Fu Ru’an’s back pressed against the cold wall, while Ruan Siyi leaned in close, blocking all the light that could reach her, casting a shadow over them both.
“Sister,” she bent down, teeth tugging at the hem of Fu Ru’an’s clothes, pulling it upward. Then she guided Fu Ru’an’s hand to grip the fabric, ensuring it wouldn’t slip back down and obstruct her view of her.
“Sister, you’ve had your fun just now. Isn’t it my turn?”