Why Does the Seductive Film Queen Keep Flirting with Me? - Chapter 19

Tang Wangyue entered Yun Chuxian’s room, and the crisp, cool fragrance of icy roses immediately enveloped her.

Her heart fluttered, her mind momentarily blank, like an ancient emperor entranced by a bewitching concubine.

They had both moved in just a day ago, so why did Yun Chuxian’s room smell so divine while hers lacked such a captivating scent? What kind of perfume could linger so persistently?

Last night, when Yun Chuxian had entered her room, that faint, icy rose fragrance had lingered in her nostrils even through the night. As the scent gradually faded, Tang Wangyue’s reluctance to let it go grew stronger.

Now, as that beloved fragrance flooded her senses again, her mood instantly lifted.

Tang Wangyue followed Yun Chuxian, her mind nearly lost in the room’s crisp, cool fragrance.

Suddenly, Yun Chuxian turned around, and the two nearly collided.

Tang Wangyue stopped just one centimeter away from Yun Chuxian, her eyes meeting Yun Chuxian’s radiant yet alluring smile. Little follower, take a seat first.

Ah? Okay.

Tang Wangyue took a step back, stumbled slightly, and obediently sat down on the sofa.

A flicker of amusement danced in Yun Chuxian’s eyes as she poured two glasses of water and opened the takeout container. Inside lay smoked salmon, sirloin steak, butter-herb sautéed white shrimp, almond-cheese stuffed mushrooms, and wagyu onsen egg salad.

The spread was clearly meant for more than one person.

Tang Wangyue lowered her gaze at the water before her. You should eat. I can get my phone myself.

Yun Chuxian pursed her lips slightly and retrieved the phone from under a cushion on the sofa. You ran off so quickly, I couldn’t catch up.

It sounded like an explanation for why she hadn’t returned the phone immediately.

Remembering how she had bolted from the car, Tang Wangyue’s ears flushed crimson. Thank you.

Now that she had her phone, she prepared to leave. Yun Chuxian, crouching beside the sofa, gently tugged at her sleeve. Won’t you stay and have dinner with me?

Tang Wangyue raised an eyebrow. So that’s why the delivery was sent to the wrong room—it was intentional.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, a smile playing on her lips. Alright.

When a beauty extends such a gracious invitation, it would be foolish to resist.

Yun Chuxian smiled, her eyes radiating a tenderness that made Tang Wangyue’s heart race. A tingling sensation surged through her body.

This woman was truly captivating. Just one tender glance was enough to render Tang Wangyue helpless.

The two sat down to eat. Tang Wangyue actually had a hearty appetite, but she never gained weight. This time, however, she ate very little, almost nothing.

She was being absurdly restrained, afraid that showing her true appetite would frighten Yun Chuxian.

Given their complicated relationship—a sort of push-and-pull—she felt compelled to leave only the best impression.

Her appetite itself wasn’t the issue; she simply couldn’t relax in Yun Chuxian’s presence.

Yun Chuxian seemed to be feeling warm. She removed the large towel draped over her shoulders, revealing her spaghetti-strap top and the tantalizing cleavage line.

Noticing Tang Wangyue’s gaze, Yun Chuxian chuckled softly. A’Yue’s eyes are being very naughty.

Those words sent Tang Wangyue’s face flushing crimson. She had only glanced accidentally—how was that being naughty?

I wasn’t, she protested weakly.

Oh? Yun Chuxian’s eyes twinkled playfully. If you’re being good, then help me blow-dry my hair later.

Wait, is that what she meant?

Tang Wangyue’s heart felt like clay in Yun Chuxian’s hands, molded and shaped at will.

I…

Before Tang Wangyue could finish speaking, Yun Chuxian fixed her with a pair of longing eyes. Who could resist such a gaze?

An indescribable flutter surged through Tang Wangyue’s heart, her pulse racing uncontrollably.

Is Yun Chuxian… being affectionate? She could hardly believe her eyes.

The thought of blow-drying Yun Chuxian’s hair later made her blush.

Okay, Tang Wangyue murmured, lowering her gaze to the food in her bowl.

The next moment, a piece of steak landed in her bowl. Yun Chuxian had been cutting the steak and placing each bite-sized piece into Tang Wangyue’s bowl.

Eat more, Yun Chuxian said softly, her gentle words like a love potion, leaving Tang Wangyue dazed and disoriented.

Moreover, she felt like Yun Chuxian was caring for her like a mother.

Not Ms. Tang, of course, but a certain feeling.

However, Yun Chuxian’s room was far less cluttered than Tang Wangyue had expected—in fact, it was surprisingly sparse.

Given that female celebrities typically stay on set for extended periods, they usually bring numerous bags and belongings. Yun Chuxian’s room, by contrast, was remarkably bare.

It was nothing like the Yun Chuxian who commanded attention at public events, radiating an icy aura that deterred approach.

In private, Yun Chuxian was surprisingly soft and tender.

Tang Wangyue put down her chopsticks early. Yun Chuxian looked at her curiously. You’re full?

Mm-hmm.

Yun Chuxian frowned, casting a petulant, dissatisfied glance at her. You’re not eating as much as before.

What? Tang Wangyue was so absorbed in Yun Chuxian’s beauty that she hadn’t heard what she said.

Let’s rest for a bit, then discuss the script, Yun Chuxian said casually, as if script discussions were the sole purpose of her visit.

She came to deliver takeout and retrieve her phone, Tang Wangyue thought. She got her phone back, ended up staying for dinner, and now she’s agreed to blow-dry Yun Chuxian’s hair and discuss the script.

One thing led to another. Will I even make it back to my room today?

Yun Chuxian cleared the table and quickly retrieved the hair dryer, obediently squatting between Tang Wangyue’s legs.

Do you… have to squat? Tang Wangyue stammered, her words slightly slurred.

The two were now so close that Yun Chuxian’s arms were pressed against Tang Wangyue’s thighs.

Yun Chuxian tilted her head. Is squatting uncomfortable?

Then she knelt—no, she settled back on her heels on the carpet, gazing up at Tang Wangyue.

In that moment, Tang Wangyue felt like a queen looking down from her throne.

Her thoughts grew chaotic, and she dared not lower her gaze, fearing what she might see from this angle—the undulating curves and deep valleys of Yun Chuxian’s figure.

Tang Wangyue quickly grasped Yun Chuxian’s arm and, with a gentle tug, pulled her onto the sofa. I’ll stand.

Though the visual effect was similar, it lacked the same impact. Images kept involuntarily surfacing in Tang Wangyue’s mind.

Standing, she couldn’t see the knowing smile on Yun Chuxian’s face.

Seduction? Of course. It was a blatant tease, and Tang Wangyue could feel it. Yet she didn’t reject it.

No rejection meant possibility.

Tang Wangyue had no idea what Yun Chuxian was thinking. Her fingers played with Yun Chuxian’s hair, the delicate rose fragrance wafting into her nostrils.

The icy edge was gone, leaving only tenderness.

Was it because Yun Chuxian had just bathed? Or was she simply gentle in private, transforming the scent from an icy rose to a tender one?

Either way, it was intoxicating.

Yun Chuxian felt the gentle touch of fingertips on her head and leaned back comfortably. Suddenly, she tugged at Tang Wangyue’s hem.

Come closer.

Tang Wangyue was puzzled, but in the next moment, Yun Chuxian rested her head against Tang Wangyue’s stomach. So tired

So, Yun Chuxian was using her stomach as a pillow?

Tang Wangyue shook her head with amusement, but her smile quickly faded. She realized that Yun Chuxian’s warm breath against her abdomen was far more captivating than the constant rose fragrance filling her senses.