Why Does the Seductive Film Queen Keep Flirting with Me? - Chapter 40
Being too patient… isn’t necessarily a good thing…
As long as Yun Chuxian didn’t say I like you or suggest they could take their relationship further, they were merely in a state of ambiguity.
In any relationship where the other party remained ambiguous, Tang Wangyue always believed she should maintain a normal social distance, allowing the other person to control the degree of intimacy.
This was because their positions were unequal. The subordinate could only protect herself by remaining passive, while waiting for the superior’s favor.
Mo Lai’s ambiguous glance as she left brought a smile to Yun Chuxian’s face.
Does she know?
Tang Wangyue raised an eyebrow. Did you intentionally run into Mo Lai, or was it accidental?
Guess.
If that’s the case, did you want her to know?
Mhm.
Yun Chuxian didn’t deny knowing Mo Lai was here, yet she still rang the doorbell, indicating she wanted Mo Lai to suspect their relationship.
Tang Wangyue couldn’t think of any other explanation.
However, she quickly changed the subject. Why did you come here, Sister?
Of course, because I missed you.
Yun Chuxian advanced step by step until she had Tang Wangyue cornered on the sofa, gazing down at her with a commanding gaze. Doesn’t A Yue miss me?
No, Tang Wangyue could only say. She couldn’t bring herself to admit she missed Yun Chuxian.
Their current relationship made it impossible for her to say such words.
Yun Chuxian didn’t press the matter, immediately changing the subject. A Yue, did you know our families have already set a date for us?
A date?
What date? A wedding date?
Tang Wangyue’s eyes widened, confused.
Yun Chuxian could clearly see her own reflection in Tang Wangyue’s pupils, a hint of amusement flickering in her eyes.
Yes. The film crew plans to wrap up production before New Year’s Day. Our families will meet on New Year’s Day to celebrate the New Year together.
Tang Wangyue was stunned. Our families are celebrating the New Year together!
Had their relationship already reached the point where they would spend New Year’s Eve together? Even if it was just New Year’s Day, that required a very intimate connection.
You don’t want to?
Tang Wangyue shook her head.
Then you do want to.
I do want to, but… something feels off.
It seemed like their families had skipped over them entirely and were already acting like in-laws.
Yun Chuxian chuckled softly. What feels off?
Hmm… I don’t know.
Perhaps she knew, but the nature of their relationship made it impossible for Tang Wangyue to say the words.
Their bond was intimate beyond measure, yet lacked formal recognition. The family’s actions were simply too much.
She had repeatedly told Madam Tang that there was nothing between her and Yun Chuxian, but Madam Tang had silenced her with a single sentence Even if you two don’t end up together, Yun Lu and I get along so well. We’re going to be friends anyway.
With Madam Tang’s declaration, how could Tang Wangyue possibly stop her from making friends?
Aren’t you going to stop them, Sis? Tang Wangyue wanted to know what Yun Chuxian thought.
Yun Chuxian met her gaze directly. Why would I?
The family already mistakenly believes we’re getting married.
Wouldn’t marrying me be a good thing?
Tang Wangyue froze, startled. Huh?
If we were to marry… that wouldn’t be so bad. The corners of her lips involuntarily curved upward.
Yun Chuxian seemed to imagine Tang Wangyue’s tail wagging with delight, her smile deepening. Exactly. Marry me.
Such tempting words made it nearly impossible for Tang Wangyue to refuse.
You’re joking, right, Sis?
Her heart yearned to accept, but her lips continued to probe, testing the waters.
Yun Chuxian patted her head. Want a drink?
I don’t have any alcohol.
Tang Wangyue’s refrigerator was stocked with milk and water, with the only sweet option being soda water. She had never bought alcohol before.
Her tolerance for alcohol was low she could drink a little, but she didn’t enjoy it.
Come to my room, Yun Chuxian invited.
Such an invitation was hard not to misinterpret.
In a hotel room, two people already in a charged atmosphere sharing drinks—who knew what might happen?
But Tang Wangyue didn’t refuse, nor would she ever refuse Yun Chuxian.
For her, Yun Chuxian’s happiness was paramount.
She obediently followed Yun Chuxian to the adjacent room.
On the coffee table sat a bottle of whiskey nestled in ice, with two empty glasses nearby, indicating Yun Chuxian had planned to drink with her all along.
Tang Wangyue glanced at Yun Chuxian’s retreating figure, wondering if the other woman knew she wouldn’t refuse.
Was Yun Chuxian taking her for granted, or was she simply too compliant?
She couldn’t be sure, but one thing was clear Yun Chuxian understood Yun Chuxian better than she did, and understood her even better.
Tang Wangyue looked up to see Yun Chuxian removing her knitted cardigan, revealing the camisole beneath.
As the weather shifted, evenings and mornings grew cooler, requiring a light jacket.
Seeing Yun Chuxian’s smooth, pale back exposed, Tang Wangyue quickly lowered her gaze and poured whiskey into each glass, filling them about a third of the way.
Yun Chuxian turned to watch Tang Wangyue pour the drinks, her movements awkward and cautious, as if afraid of pouring too much and causing them both to drink too much.
Yun Chuxian smiled. In public settings, she always drank sparingly. Throughout an entire evening, the level in her glass barely diminished.
Many people assumed she couldn’t drink, and as her status rose, she could choose tea, water, or soft drinks, depending on her mood.
In truth, she drank every night. Only alcohol could numb her mind enough to fall asleep.
Yun Chuxian picked up her glass, swirling the amber liquid. Through the distorted reflection in the glass, she observed Tang Wangyue’s movements.
Tang Wangyue cautiously sniffed the whiskey, then frowned. It didn’t smell particularly pleasant.
She raised the glass, letting the whiskey touch her lips, and took a small sip. It was a whiskey aged for many years in oak barrels.
Hmm? The taste was far better than she’d expected—a refreshing blend of floral and fruity notes, with a smooth, mellow finish. The delicate aroma of flowers and fruit lingered on her tongue. It was actually quite good.
Yun Chuxian took in her expression, amused by the cute little liar. She chuckled softly. This whiskey is perfect for beginners.
She had chosen this particular bottle knowing Tang Wangyue wasn’t much of a drinker.
Tang Wangyue raised an eyebrow. Did you know I’d come, Sister?
I suspected you wouldn’t refuse my invitation.
Yun Chuxian took the wine glass from her hand and gently pinched her flushed cheek. Why are you drinking so fast?
The warm, cool voice at her ear made Tang Wangyue look up. Yun Chuxian’s face wore a gentle smile, her eyes clear and serene, as if completely unaffected by the film.
The foreign film playing was the kind with a ten-minute scene. Though the volume was low, they could hear it clearly, as if someone were actually doing it right beside them.
Tang Wangyue’s face burned crimson. In the dim theater light, she wondered if her flushed cheeks were visible.
I’m a little hot, she murmured, not realizing how soft and delicate her voice sounded until she spoke. It was soft and sweet, making her sound utterly vulnerable.
A hint of amusement flickered in Yun Chuxian’s eyes. What’s A Yue thinking about to make her so hot?
What else could she be thinking about in this environment? It was obvious.
In the dim light, Tang Wangyue’s eyes seemed even brighter, their pure, untainted clarity stirring not guilt in Yun Chuxian’s heart, but a desire to stain those eyes with a madness for herself.
Yun Chuxian pinched Tang Wangyue’s ear, casually kneading its soft lobe. The little liar’s ear was soft and pliable, perfect for teasing.
Why aren’t you talking?
Tang Wangyue struggled to turn her face away. It’s just a little warm.
Yun Chuxian smiled and pressed her cheek against Tang Wangyue’s. How about now? Still warm?
A little cool.
But her heart was racing even faster.
It was remarkable how Yun Chuxian’s face and limbs were always icy cold, like a walking refrigerator. Being near her was incredibly refreshing.
What about this?
Yun Chuxian pulled Tang Wangyue completely into her embrace, the alternating warmth and coolness creating a blissful sensation for both of them.
Tang Wangyue swallowed hard, her throat bobbing visibly. They clung to each other as the film’s symphony swelled to its climax, their hearts pounding even more wildly.
Perhaps the embrace felt awkward, Yun Chuxian abruptly sat on Tang Wangyue’s lap, gazing down at her with a commanding air.
Tang Wangyue’s nostrils filled with Yun Chuxian’s intoxicating scent. When she lowered her gaze, the flickering light from the projector illuminated a breathtaking view.
Almost involuntarily, she wrapped her arms around Yun Chuxian’s waist, burying her face in the soft, fragrant warmth, trying to find an even more intoxicating spot.
Yun Chuxian’s beauty was no mere exaggeration it was a captivating allure that held one’s gaze yet forbade any touch. But Tang Wangyue couldn’t care less about such restraint in this moment.
Perhaps I’ve been blinded by her beauty, she thought, so lost in this lesson that I’ve forgotten everything else.
She wanted to capture Yun Chuxian’s kiss.
Before Tang Wangyue could act, as if Yun Chuxian had heard her unspoken desire, she lowered her head and kissed her.
Yun Chuxian’s lips parted intermittently, whispering, A Yue… you’re too restrained… not a good little dog.
Dog? Is she talking about me?
Tang Wangyue didn’t mind being called a dog. After all, in the lesbian community, being one’s elder sister’s dog was hardly shameful.
If it were Yun Chuxian, even if she put a collar on her, Tang Wangyue would bark obediently.
Perhaps it was being called a little dog, or Yun Chuxian’s words about her restraint, but Tang Wangyue’s movements grew bolder.
If I’m not restraining myself anymore, then all that’s left is recklessness.
If Tang Wangyue had looked up, she would have seen the same dazed longing reflected in Yun Chuxian’s eyes.