When a Scumbag Cannon Fodder Alpha Meets a Mad Movie Queen Villainess - Chapter 27

Her heart was pounding wildly—what was happening…

“Qi, Ning’an.” Shen Yuanyi gazed at the somewhat unfamiliar person before her. Was this something an innocent little rabbit should be doing?

Her finger was enveloped by a warm, soft tongue, coiling around it like a snake. She didn’t dare move an inch, frozen in place.

Only when Qi Ning’an released her finger, a silvery thread stretching between them before breaking and clinging to the corner of her lips, did she wipe it away with a faint smile.

“Let’s take our relationship further.”

Shen Yuanyi’s soft, milky voice murmured, “Hold hands.”

“Is that all we’re doing? Just holding hands?” Qi Ning’an’s fingers traced circles on her palm. “Did that feel good earlier?”

Her heart skipped a beat. Shen Yuanyi wanted to say it did, but the words lodged in her throat, refusing to come out.

Qi Ning’an observed her conflicted expression and answered for her, “It felt good, didn’t it?”

Stunned, Shen Yuanyi wanted to shake her head, but the rich scent of tea-like pheromones filled her senses as Qi Ning’an guided her hand to a soft, vulnerable place.

“Touch me here. Under your burning palm, it’s growing harder.”

Shen Yuanyi tried to pull away, her breath hitching uncontrollably. Everything felt chaotic, surreal—like a dream.

That dream resurfaced in her mind: Qi Ning’an moving atop her, those bouncing white rabbits unbearably tempting. Without realizing, she gave a slight squeeze, hearing a long, shuddering gasp in response.

Her heart clenched. Swallowing hard, she quickly shook her head. “Qi Ning’an, this isn’t right.”

Squeezing her eyes shut, she yanked her hand free from Qi Ning’an’s clothes, yet the lingering softness on her palm remained. Her fingers trembled as guilt gnawed at her.

An innocent little rabbit knew nothing of such things—yet she had taken advantage, touching her there.

“Hold hands… or a kiss. Choose one,” Shen Yuanyi muttered, turning her face away, fingers fidgeting as if to erase her transgression.

“But that felt much better than holding hands or kissing.”

Before she could react, Qi Ning’an pushed her down onto the sofa. Staring up in shock, Shen Yuanyi stammered, “You—”

“Admit it. What were you thinking when you touched me there?” Qi Ning’an whispered, leaning close.

Blushing furiously, Shen Yuanyi averted her gaze. “N-nothing at all.”

Dizzying lights blurred her vision as Qi Ning’an pressed closer, knees parting her thighs, pausing at their apex with a puzzled glance.

“Really? Nothing at all?”

Frantic hands flailed to push her away, only to be caught by the wrists.

“Here… touch it.”

“Stop, Qi Ning’an.” Her voice was soft, tearful, weakened by fever. Helpless, her fingers were guided to a secret garden, where dewdrops moistened her fingertips. The moment she brushed its tender core, bl00d rushed so violently to her head she nearly fainted.

A single movement could have filled Qi Ning’an completely—yet she held back.

An innocent little rabbit understood nothing. Taking her like this would be exploitation. If she ever realized, recalling what happened today, she would surely despise her—enough to want her dead.

Summoning all her strength, Shen Yuanyi pulled her damp hand free and flipped Qi Ning’an onto the sofa, straddling her waist. With resolute determination, she declared, “That area isn’t for casual touching. Choose between holding hands or kissing.”

Her heart pounded violently. Shen Yuanyi was human too, with desires of her own. The little voice inside whispered how delightful it would be to have a one-night stand with such a beauty. For a moment, she nearly abandoned her principled stance about hand-holding and kissing, nearly surrendering to the temptation of losing herself with Qi Ning’an, of filling her completely—but ultimately resisted.

“Ding dong—” The doorbell rang.

Shen Yuanyi got up from Qi Ning’an, grabbed a tissue from the table to wipe the moisture from her fingers, and said, “I’ll get the door.”

On the sofa, Qi Ning’an’s breathing was ragged. She covered her eyes with her arm, a satisfied smile curling at her lips. Just letting the puppy touch those two places had been more than enough.

When Shen Yuanyi opened the door, the private doctor immediately caught the strong mingling scents of two pheromones. She gave the alpha who answered the door a scrutinizing look. “You and Qi Ning’an—”

“Bai Lin, come in. Shen Yuanyi caught a chill and is running a high fever,” Qi Ning’an interrupted.

Their disheveled clothes made it impossible to believe Qi Ning’an’s calm explanation. If the other person had a high fever, why would they be doing… that?

Suppressing a twitch of her lips, Bai Lin entered with her medical kit.

“Let’s take your temperature first.” She handed Shen Yuanyi a thermometer. A fever of 39°C was concerning. Frowning, she shot a glance at Qi Ning’an on the sofa—though it was equally possible this alpha had forced herself on Qi Ning’an.

“No more strenuous activity. Rest is what you need now.” She handed Shen Yuanyi some fever reducers.

Thinking the advice was for her, the obedient puppy nodded and swallowed the pills in one gulp.

The one who really needed to hear it paid no attention, instead pouring herself a cup of tea and sipping it calmly.

After the doctor left, Shen Yuanyi returned to the sofa. The medication made her eyelids heavy and her mind foggy with sleepiness. Her head drooped like a chick pecking at rice. Nearby, Qi Ning’an injected herself with a suppressant, then reached for Shen Yuanyi’s hand.

Startled, Shen Yuanyi opened her damp eyes wide, wondering if Qi Ning’an planned to guide her hand to those strange places again, and instinctively tried to pull away.

“Holding hands.”

“Holding hands?”

“Having a relationship.”

Shen Yuanyi’s sluggish brain finally caught up. She nodded, relaxing her guard, and let Qi Ning’an hold her hand.

Her head drooped again, and soon she was fast asleep against Qi Ning’an’s shoulder.

“Goodnight,” Qi Ning’an murmured after a sip of tea, watching Shen Yuanyi slumber peacefully against her.

The long night stretched on. Only after finishing the entire pot of tea did Qi Ning’an carefully lay Shen Yuanyi down on the sofa, tucking her in and cleaning up the mess on the floor. Unable to resist, she kissed the puppy’s cheek before retreating to her room, where her heat kept her awake until nearly dawn.

At daybreak, the villa’s butler woke Shen Yuanyi, who was still on the sofa, and served breakfast with hot coffee. Rubbing her bleary eyes, Shen Yuanyi asked, “Is Qi Ning’an awake yet?”

“Miss is still asleep,” the butler replied respectfully.

Shen Yuanyi nodded and yawned, sitting down at the dining table to eat her tasteless breakfast. Chewing mechanically, she began to doubt whether last night’s events had been a dream. When she caught sight of her fingers, she immediately recalled touching Qi Ning’an in those two places last night. With a clatter, her chopsticks slipped from her grasp, and she hurriedly picked them up after a moment of stunned silence.

The butler handed her a fresh pair of chopsticks and gently reminded her, “Miss Shen, you don’t seem very energetic today. Would you like to rest a bit more after breakfast?”

“No, that won’t be necessary,” Shen Yuanyi forced a smile, now unable to look directly at her own hands.

That innocent little bunny was so pure, while her own mind was filled with nothing but filthy thoughts—how utterly shameful.

After quickly finishing breakfast, she informed the butler she was leaving and asked him to relay the message to Qi Ning’an when she woke up. With nothing much to pack, she took the cold medicine prescribed by the doctor last night and headed home.

The first thing she did upon arriving home was to take a shower. The sight of her fingers made her heart skip a beat, her pupils trembling with curiosity. She wondered what it had felt like when Qi Ning’an had sucked on her fingers. Unconsciously, she slowly brought her own fingers to her mouth, biting down lightly with her teeth and licking them with her tongue…

With a sharp slap, Shen Yuanyi struck herself and spat out her fingers. “What on earth am I doing?” she muttered.

Alone in the bathroom, it felt as though countless eyes were watching her, condemning her for what she had just done. Who would suck their own fingers while imagining someone else licking them? How bizarre—her brain must be malfunctioning.

After her shower, drowsiness from the cold medicine set in, and she returned to bed for a nap. In her dreams, Qi Ning’an appeared before her, stripped bare, sitting astride her. “Qi… Ning’an,” she murmured.

She wanted to caress her, fill her, possess her.

“Shen Yuanyi, do you like me? Does this feel good for you?”

She wanted to say yes, but the words stuck in her throat. Reaching out, she tried to grasp Qi Ning’an’s hand, but despite how close they seemed, she couldn’t touch her.

Clutching at the empty air, Shen Yuanyi panted, murmuring deliriously, “Qi Ning’an…”

Meanwhile, Qi Ning’an awoke in her own bed, picking up the clothes she had taken from Shen Yuanyi’s place last time. She buried her face in them, inhaling deeply, her cheeks flushed as she let out a soft moan. “Shen Yuanyi,” she whispered, nuzzling the fabric.

On the second day of her heat, the feverish intensity had subsided somewhat, but her physical desires remained strong. Picking up her phone, she scrolled through photos of puppies, lying on her stomach and kicking her legs gleefully, her eyes crinkling with delight.

Yesterday’s heavy snowfall had given way to clear skies today.

When Shen Yuanyi’s album was finally released, Qi Ning’an was the first to purchase and download it. She listened to each track meticulously, even spending money to hire influencers to promote it. She watched the music videos over and over, the melodies lingering in her mind during meals and as she drifted off to sleep.

Shen Yuanyi’s album skyrocketed to the top of music charts overnight—partly due to her undeniable talent, but also because audiences had been starved for genuinely good music. With so many plagiarized tracks and lyrics that seemed written by kindergarteners, people had been stuck regurgitating songs from decades ago. Finally, here was something fresh and exciting.

A tweet Shen Yuanyi had posted weeks ago resurfaced and trended on Weibo, with comments flooding in: “This is amazing! Sweetheart, maybe switch career paths—stop acting and focus on music!”

No one expected the album to go viral. Initially, it was only released as a free digital album. When the manager heard Shen Yuanyi say this, she nearly grabbed her by the collar and shook her—what a wasted opportunity to make money! The company hastily worked overnight to produce physical copies, which sold like hotcakes.

Fortunately, Qi Ning’an had earlier forced Shen Yuanyi to shoot the album cover and handle various miscellaneous tasks, which significantly reduced the hassle when releasing the physical edition.

Shen Yuanyi’s popularity skyrocketed, bringing her one step closer to becoming a global superstar.

After working nonstop for over ten days, Shen Yuanyi had almost forgotten the impact Qi Ning’an had on her. She rarely dreamed of her at night, throwing herself entirely into her work.

That was until the year-end awards ceremony, where she saw Qi Ning’an in a stunning black-and-gold evening gown. In an instant, she was transported back to that day over ten days ago when she had gone to Qi Ning’an’s place to seek intimacy. Her heart skipped a beat.

Qi Ning’an noticed her and gave a faint smile and nod from afar. Shen Yuanyi returned a polite smile before quickly looking away, her breathing slightly uneven. Her focus was no longer on the awards ceremony—it was entirely on Qi Ning’an. Here she was again, letting her thoughts run wild about the innocent little rabbit. How utterly shameful.