Why Does the Seductive Film Queen Keep Flirting with Me? - Chapter 45

A steaming bowl of hand-pulled noodles sat on the table, brought by Yun Chuxian. It didn’t look like takeout it seemed freshly made.

Tang Wangyue raised her eyebrows in surprise. Does the guesthouse serve meals?

She rubbed her sleep-sore head and noticed something on Yun Chuxian’s face—flour.

A closer look confirmed it was indeed flour. Could this bowl of noodles have been made from scratch?

Just like making dumplings—starting with flour, kneading the dough, rolling the wrappers, mixing the filling, and finally wrapping them—it’s a whole process.

Hand-pulled noodles are the same. Each step, from start to finish, makes them taste best, but few people bother with such a laborious method for a single bowl.

Tang Wangyue lowered her head and picked up a strand of noodles. The rising steam flushed her cheeks, perhaps due to her illness-induced vulnerability and Yun Chuxian’s usual air of authority.

When someone in a position of power bends down, it always feels more touching.

Tang Wangyue slurped down the noodles. Yun Chuxian smiled helplessly. Slow down, it’s hot.

Delicious.

Yun Chuxian’s gaze softened. She removed the hair tie from her ponytail, stood behind Tang Wangyue, and tied her hair up for her.

The touch of Yun Chuxian’s cool, soft fingertips sent a shiver down Tang Wangyue’s neck. She was overly sensitive to Yun Chuxian’s touch.

Yun Chuxian observed her reaction, a silent smile playing on her lips as she withdrew her hand.

A pang of emptiness rose in Tang Wangyue’s heart, a longing for Yun Chuxian’s hand to remain on her skin.

She wanted to do something bold, but she didn’t dare. Their relationship had only just been restored after nearly falling apart. How could she risk making any intimate moves?

What if Yun Chuxian got angry and told her to get out again?

Thank you, Elder Sister, Tang Wangyue said obediently, her bright eyes fixed on Yun Chuxian’s profile, her gaze too greedy to hide.

Yun Chuxian averted her eyes. The little deceiver was simply too tempting at this moment.

Tang Wangyue had taken a bath while Yun Chuxian was out. Though she wore a long-sleeved silk nightgown, the buttons were undone too low, revealing her delicate collarbones.

Feeling better now? Yun Chuxian asked, tearing her gaze away from Tang Wangyue’s collarbones. Another glance, and she might not be able to resist touching her.

Noticing Yun Chuxian’s gaze, Tang Wangyue shifted uncomfortably to the side, but she didn’t pull her clothes up.

If my sister wants to look, let her look.

If she wants to touch, I won’t refuse.

She even wondered if Yun Chuxian actually tried to touch her, would she play hard to get, firmly reject her, or simply submit?

She leaned toward submission, wanting to let her sister do anything to her.

Of course, Yun Chuxian wasn’t that cruel—she wouldn’t take advantage of someone who was sick. Or rather, she wouldn’t let a sick person do anything to her.

If she were to act on her desires, she would definitely wait until Tang Wangyue recovered.

Perhaps it was because they had been apart for over a month, or perhaps because filming was about to wrap up, signaling their imminent separation, Yun Chuxian felt a primal urge stirring within her.

She had always harbored a deep longing for Tang Wangyue, a desire to see her utterly captivated—whether by her soul or her body, as long as the obsession was complete and exquisite.

Yun Chuxian took out a thermometer and handed it to Tang Wangyue. Put it under your arm.

I feel much better.

Measure your temperature.

Tang Wangyue reluctantly took the thermometer and placed it under her arm. After five minutes, she removed it.

37.5°C, a low-grade fever.

Yun Chuxian felt a wave of relief. As long as the fever is gone, she should be fine. If it doesn’t spike again tonight, she’ll likely be fever-free by morning.

Rest another day tomorrow.

Having just recovered from the fever, Tang Wangyue’s body needed time to recuperate. Yun Chuxian knew Tang Wangyue was eager to return to work with the production crew.

But what if…?

What if Tang Wangyue’s fever spiked again during the night? Being alone in her room could be dangerous.

Remembering how Tang Wangyue had endured the previous night all by herself, Yun Chuxian couldn’t help but worry.

No, I can’t dwell on this. If I do, I might end up staying.

Yun Chuxian cleared her throat, drawing Tang Wangyue’s attention. I should get going now.

Before Tang Wangyue could respond, Yun Chuxian had already reached the door and opened it.

Sis…

Tang Wangyue’s call trailed off as Yun Chuxian slipped out.

Was she running away? What was Yun Chuxian fleeing from? Was there something on her face?

Tang Wangyue stared at her phone screen for a moment, but saw nothing.

Still, she felt a pang of disappointment. She had hoped Yun Chuxian would stay a little longer, even if just for a few minutes.

Perhaps because she had slept so much during the day, Tang Wangyue wasn’t particularly sleepy at this hour. Feeling quite awake, she sat at the table near the balcony, where there was an electric kettle and tea set. However, she preferred not to use the hotel’s utensils.

Instead, she used the health-preserving kettle Mo Lai had brought to boil water and took out her portable tea set. Soon, a cup of clear tea sat before her.

She had used very few tea leaves, resulting in a barely noticeable tea flavor—certainly not strong.

Tang Wangyue sipped her tea, her gaze fixed on the streetlights outside. After staring for too long, her vision blurred.

Suddenly, she heard the room door open and immediately turned her head. Standing in the doorway was Yun Chuxian, her hair still dripping wet.

Am I hallucinating?

Tang Wangyue squeezed her eyes shut. No, even with blurred vision, I wouldn’t hallucinate sounds, would I? I couldn’t have boiled my brain, could I?

Thought it was a hallucination? Yun Chuxian closed the door, walked over, and sat down across from her, asking softly.

Oh, it’s not a hallucination.

Tang Wangyue gave an awkward smile. I was just staring at the streetlights and my eyes got blurry.

Who would believe she’d be so foolish as to stare at streetlights until she lost herself in thought, only to snap back to reality with her vision spinning?

Silly girl, Yun Chuxian chuckled softly. Aren’t you welcoming me?

Of course I am! I’m very glad you’re here.

Then how about I stay with you tonight?

Sure! Tang Wangyue nodded eagerly, then paused. Wait, what?

Stay with her tonight? What does that mean?

Yun Chuxian pointed to Tang Wangyue’s messy bed. Tidy up. Bai Yu will bring my blanket over later. I’m going to dry my hair.

Yun Chuxian’s words cleared up Tang Wangyue’s confusion she really was going to sleep with her.

Is she worried about me?

Tang Wangyue’s heart pounded even harder. She felt a surge of nervousness, her mind flooded with images from that drunken night with Yun Chuxian.

She patted her flushed cheeks. What’s wrong with me? Why am I thinking such nonsense? These images are driving me crazy!

The sound of a hairdryer drifted from the bathroom. Tang Wangyue tried to use the time to calm herself, but the noise only made her heart race faster. She couldn’t shake the thought that as soon as Yun Chuxian finished drying her hair, they would be sleeping together.

She picked up the tea on the table, but her mind was too distracted to drink it, and she set it back down.

A moment later, there was a knock on the door. Tang Wangyue hurried to open it. Bai Yu silently placed the blanket in her arms and left without a word.

No unnecessary words, no unnecessary questions.

Tang Wangyue carried the blanket to the bed and arranged it. Sleeping with two separate blankets felt awkward she wished they could just share one.

What am I thinking?

She slapped her forehead, trying to stop her wandering thoughts.

But it was no use. Her mind was filled with thoughts of Yun Chuxian, and every time she thought of her, her heart couldn’t help but flutter.

Tang Wangyue opened the refrigerator to grab some cold water, but Yun Chuxian, who had just finished drying her hair, noticed. You shouldn’t drink cold water.

Hmm…

She reluctantly put the cold water back. Her sister had told her not to drink cold water.

I’m going to brush my teeth.

After dinner and tea, brushing her teeth was a must, but she also wanted to wash her face to clear her head.

Tang Wangyue looked at herself in the mirror and patted her cheeks. Just as she was about to speak, she saw Yun Chuxian in the reflection. Good thing I didn’t say anything.

?

Yun Chuxian raised an eyebrow. Did you take your medicine?

Yes, Tang Wangyue replied.

Mm-hmm.

Yun Chuxian turned and left. Tang Wangyue blinked, not daring to move, and obediently followed her out.

Yun Chuxian was already lying in bed, script in hand, studying her lines again.

She was truly dedicated. By this point in the filming, she knew the script well and had memorized her lines. Yet every night, she habitually reviewed the scenes for the next day’s shoot to reinforce her memory.

Tang Wangyue lingered beside the bed for a moment, hesitant. When Yun Chuxian didn’t even glance at her, she finally slipped under the covers.

She lay down directly, not even taking out her phone, as if ready to sleep.

Yun Chuxian tilted her head, glancing at her. Tired?

No, this way I can see your face better. That face was so beautiful, it was impossible to look away.

Hearing Yun Chuxian’s question, she immediately shook her head. No.

Though she answered, her eyes remained fixed on Yun Chuxian, unwavering and wide. She looked so innocent, so tempting to tease.

Yun Chuxian set down her script and covered Tang Wangyue’s eyes with her hand.

Tang Wangyue instinctively closed her eyes. Before Yun Chuxian’s hand reached her, she was enveloped by the captivating fragrance emanating from Yun Chuxian’s body.

She felt Yun Chuxian’s hand brush her forehead a few times before withdrawing.

Yun Chuxian could feel the smoothness of Tang Wangyue’s skin. The moment she touched it, an unfamiliar sensation surged through her, as if her hand had been burned. She quickly pulled back.

Summoning courage from nowhere, Tang Wangyue suddenly seized Yun Chuxian’s hand and pressed it against her cheek.

Is it still hot, Elder Sister?

At that moment, both their hearts began to race in unison.

Yun Chuxian involuntarily covered Tang Wangyue’s eyes. It’s not hot anymore.

It was her own body that was burning, not Tang Wangyue’s skin.

From the moment she decided to stay with Tang Wangyue, she had prepared herself to exercise restraint. But preparation was one thing her heart refused to obey.

The next second, Yun Chuxian reached out and switched off the light. In the darkness, both women exhaled in relief. Without the glare of the lamp, their actions grew bolder.

Yun Chuxian leaned down and hugged Tang Wangyue through the blanket. They could still feel each other’s warmth and the faint fragrance emanating from each other.

Yun Chuxian’s hair fell forward, brushing against Tang Wangyue’s ear.

The light tickle of the strands against her ear made it itch, and soon it began to burn.

Tang Wangyue’s nose brushed against Yun Chuxian’s neck. If she spoke, her lips would likely touch it as well.

Her breathing grew heavier, the warm breaths ghosting across Yun Chuxian’s neck, momentarily draining Yun Chuxian’s strength.

Thankfully, the lights were off. Though the streetlights outside shone brightly, only a faint glow filtered through the curtains. After their eyes adjusted, they could make out each other’s silhouettes, but not their expressions.

Tang Wangyue guessed that if she turned over, she would likely be met with Yun Chuxian’s reciprocation rather than rejection.

Unlike Tang Wangyue’s speculation, Yun Chuxian was certain the child was about to lose control. Her fists were clenched tightly, gripping Yun Chuxian’s clothes.