Why Does the Seductive Film Queen Keep Flirting with Me? - Chapter 4

Tang Wangyue’s body froze instantly, the water glass slipping from her hand and shattering on the floor, water splashing everywhere.

Their breathing grew heavy, and her hand gripping the sofa tightened involuntarily.

Soft, sweet, and a tingling sensation that spread from her lips through her entire body—it was enough to make her want to lose herself completely.

Tang Wangyue didn’t have time to savor the moment before pulling away abruptly. You…

Looking at Yun Chuxian’s dazed and adorable expression, she knew arguing with a drunk person would be futile.

I want a bath, Yun Chuxian murmured, tugging at her sleeve.

Tang Wangyue lowered her gaze, meeting the woman’s eyes, slightly misted with water vapor and filled with an inexplicable tenderness.

Alright, I’ll run the water for you.

It seemed she couldn’t send Yun Chuxian away now. She couldn’t just leave her locked out.

After running the bath, Tang Wangyue led Yun Chuxian to the bathroom. The woman leaned heavily against her, boneless and pliant.

In this age of instant online access, beautiful women were a dime a dozen. But someone as stunning as Yun Chuxian was truly rare.

Especially since every murmur Yun Chuxian uttered felt like a feather brushing against her heartstrings, leaving her with an unbearable itch in her chest.

Are you sure you can manage on your own? Tang Wangyue asked, her voice tinged with concern. Yun Chuxian looked so unsteady on her feet that Tang Wangyue feared she might drown if left in the bathtub.

Yun Chuxian wrapped her arms tightly around Tang Wangyue’s waist, pressing her head against her chest. She didn’t know if the woman in her arms could feel the softness, but her nostrils were filled with the delicate fragrance of her hair.

Such a fragrant woman, Yun Chuxian thought.

Yun Chuxian didn’t answer, making it clear she couldn’t manage on her own.

Tang Wangyue took a deep breath. Although they had been set up on a blind date, she wasn’t exactly straight, nor was she exactly gay. She didn’t even know her own sexual orientation. When watching dramas, she always preferred the female leads when scrolling through videos, she gravitated toward beautiful women she followed girl group variety shows and when writing scripts, she always favored strong female leads.

Of course, none of this proved she liked women—it only confirmed she definitely didn’t like men.

She wondered if Yun Chuxian was marrying a woman because she genuinely liked women, or because she felt that if she had to marry, it might as well be another woman.

Mother Yun was both progressive and conservative. She allowed them to like women but insisted they marry.

Out of shared sympathy, out of…

Tang Wangyue mentally justified her actions, closed her eyes, and with trembling hands began to unbutton Yun Chuxian’s clothes.

With her eyes closed, she couldn’t see anything, but her sense of touch became heightened, allowing her mind to gradually paint a vivid picture of the woman’s beauty.

The imagined image in her mind proved far more tormenting than any sight she could have witnessed.

Finally, the outer garment was removed. Tang Wangyue exhaled in relief and abruptly lowered Yun Chuxian into the bathtub. She couldn’t bear to undress her any further.

Unexpectedly, Yun Chuxian hooked her arm around Tang Wangyue’s neck and yanked her into the tub.

The water level was low, and Tang Wangyue worried that Yun Chuxian might slip and fall if the water became too deep.

Thick foam floated on the surface, concealing Yun Chuxian’s body beneath the bubbles.

Forced to open her eyes, Tang Wangyue tried to stand up, but Yun Chuxian held her tightly.

Yun Chuxian, let go of me.

Her only response was Yun Chuxian’s kiss.

Hadn’t this woman had enough kissing?

The clash of tongues and teeth ignited the moment, intensifying the heat between them.

The cramped bathtub now held both of them.

Unnoticed by Tang Wangyue, Yun Chuxian, her face buried against Tang Wangyue’s shoulder, revealed eyes that were clear, deep, and gradually succumbing to intoxication.

Yun Chuxian was wild when drunk, and Tang Wangyue had underestimated the madness of a drunken woman.

Standing before the full-length mirror, Tang Wangyue stared at the red marks on her neck and chest, her silence stretching long and heavy.

Last night in the bathroom, she and Yun Chuxian had nearly crossed the line. Though they stopped at the last moment, many things don’t need to be fully consummated to leave their mark.

The artwork on her chest and neck spoke volumes about the night’s intensity.

They had kissed for what felt like an eternity. At some point, one of them had accidentally turned on the faucet, and the cascading water gradually cooled Tang Wangyue’s fevered mind, bringing her back to her senses.

She had never imagined she could lose her composure to a woman’s allure.

Yun Chuxian was drunk, but she wasn’t.

Tang Wangyue hastily wrapped Yun Chuxian in a bath towel and carried her to bed.

Gazing at the faint pink flush at the corners of Yun Chuxian’s eyes, Tang Wangyue felt a tingling numbness in her heart. She slapped herself sharply, jolting herself back to reality.

Suppressing the strange, itchy sensation in her chest, she helped Yun Chuxian change into dry clothes and wrapped a towel around her wet hair.

Tang Wangyue stormed into the bathroom, letting the shower pour over her head, suppressing her anger deep within.

While she was in the bathroom, Yun Chuxian opened her eyes. The lingering desire in her gaze had not faded, but the drunkenness on her face had completely vanished, as if her earlier intoxication had been nothing but an illusion.

She had drunk alcohol, but only a small amount, not nearly as much as she had pretended. What she hadn’t anticipated was that Tang Wangyue would regain her composure while on top of her.

Still, she was satisfied.

Yun Chuxian lowered her gaze and smiled. It seemed seduction had worked, but attempting for greater results would likely be futile.

Seeing Tang Wangyue about to emerge from the bathroom, she quickly lay back down, feigning sleep. She lay sideways, her head resting right at the edge of the bed.

Tang Wangyue approached her, sighed from above, and said, You absolutely must never drink again.

Who kisses and nibbles on other women after drinking?

Wait, were you just pretending to be drunk? Tang Wangyue suddenly realized, poking Yun Chuxian’s cheek. There was no reaction.

Could she have acted like this when she was drunk before?

A sudden sourness bubbled up in Tang Wangyue’s heart. Tch, what’s so special about that?

Thinking this, her hands moved with gentle tenderness. She removed the towel wrapped around Yun Chuxian’s hair and brought over a small standing fan.

Early summer nights could still be a bit chilly, and leaving her hair damp would allow cold to seep into her body.

Even the quietest hair dryer would sound too loud in the tranquil room. The standing fan, though slower, offered a gentle, warm breeze with minimal noise.

Yun Chuxian felt the tender hands threading through her hair, her heart softening like the warm air from the fan.

Perhaps it was Tang Wangyue’s gentle touch, but Yun Chuxian’s consciousness grew increasingly hazy, and she slowly drifted into a deep sleep.

When she opened her eyes again, she was met with dimness. Turning her head, she could see through the gap in the curtains that the sky outside had already brightened, promising a beautiful day.

Yun Chuxian got up, opened the curtains, and gazed at the distant scenery before turning to survey the room.

The decor was simple a large bed, a row of cabinets at its foot, and an L-shaped wardrobe that neatly divided the space. With its back facing the bed, the wardrobe created a separate bathroom area, while the space beyond the room served as a walk-in closet.

Beyond the walk-in closet lay the study. Books lined two walls, and the desk was piled high with volumes that appeared to be frequently used.

Yun Chuxian didn’t linger this was Tang Wangyue’s private space.

When she emerged from the room, Tang Wangyue was preparing breakfast. A fleeting awkwardness crossed her face as she saw Yun Chuxian.

You’re awake. Come eat.

Toast, sausages, fried eggs, and milk—Tang Wangyue’s culinary repertoire was limited. When alone at home, she mostly relied on the oven, following the cooking methods of a demonic cultivator.

Yun Chuxian tugged at the collar of her short-sleeved shirt. Did you change me?

A set of Doraemon summer pajamas. Hmm… childish.

The image of Tang Wangyue changing her clothes flashed through her mind, a faint blush rising on her cheeks. Her dry throat made her voice slightly hoarse. Your clothes were dirty.

Yun Chuxian hummed softly and sat down at the dining table. Last night…

Before she could finish, Tang Wangyue quickly interjected, Last night was my fault. I’ll take responsibility.

It ended abruptly, but the foreplay had been so intense it felt like a dam had burst. It was hard to deny something had happened the process itself was undeniable.

Yun Chuxian’s gaze drifted to the abstract paintings in the living room, clearly Tang Wangyue’s own work. Her taste was quite refined.

Hearing the word responsible, Yun Chuxian leaned forward slightly, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. I didn’t think Writer Tang would be so old-fashioned.

She knew Tang Wangyue had studied dramatic arts and film literature. She’d even seen Tang Wangyue’s name listed as the screenwriter for her newly acquired drama, The Eldest Princess.

Tang Wangyue froze. She’d only worked as a screenwriter briefly after graduation, and hadn’t been on a production set for a year and a half. Her scripts had never sold. How did Yun Chuxian know she was a screenwriter?

But the real question was… old-fashioned?

Yun Chuxian’s rejection meant last night’s events were to be dismissed as a mere accident?

Tang Wangyue had assumed Yun Chuxian was trying to trap her into a fake marriage agreement, using a beauty trap as leverage.

A test? Yun Chuxian smiled. But I don’t mind having another admirer like Writer Tang.

Tang Wangyue For a moment, she didn’t know what to do.

Yun Chuxian Pursue me, and then I’ll agree to your request.