Chapter 42 p2
Xu Jingyu pulled Xin Yao into her arms, her kiss fierce and demanding.
If Xin Yao had to describe the kiss, it would be like this:
A hungry, possessive claiming of her lips, Xu Jingyu’s tongue parting Xin Yao’s lips, exploring her mouth with a relentless urgency, her fingers digging into Xin Yao’s waist, her touch like a brand, preventing any possibility of escape.
Xin Yao didn’t know if Xu Jingyu’s intensity was part of her performance, or something more.
And Xin Yao, always shy and reserved when it came to intimacy, would have normally retreated.
But they were filming.
And her character, instead of retreating, would eagerly reciprocate the kiss.
So, Xin Yao suppressed her shyness, her arms wrapping around Xu Jingyu’s neck, her lips meeting hers in a passionate response.
Their kiss deepened, their bodies pressed close together, the evening light filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow around them.
Their shadows on the floor, intertwined like dancing swans, were a beautiful and intimate tableau.
The assistant director, initially indifferent towards Xin Yao, a small-time actress she had never heard of, now watched them with a newfound appreciation.
She hadn’t understood why the director had chosen her for this role, especially opposite a star like Xu Jingyu.
And the recent scandals surrounding Xin Yao hadn’t helped.
But now, watching their performance, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement, her heart pounding.
Their chemistry, the intensity of their connection, it was captivating.
And Director Gao, known for her stunning visuals and her masterful use of light and shadow, was also impressed.
The light was perfect, the atmosphere perfect, and the two actresses, their bodies intertwined in a passionate embrace, were even more perfect.
If they weren’t on set, if she wasn’t a professional, the assistant director would have been squealing with delight.
Ms. Xu was so hot!
And Ms. Xin, so sexy, so alluring, so beautiful!
It felt as if only they could portray this scene, this love, with such raw emotion.
The assistant director’s face flushed, her heart racing, wanting to look away, yet unable to.
She stared, her eyes wide.
Meanwhile, the two actresses, lost in their roles, continued their performance.
As their passion intensified, Xu Jingyu lifted Xin Yao onto the desk, their bodies still intertwined.
Xu Jingyu was tall, towering over Xin Yao even as she sat on the desk, her head lowered as she kissed her, the angle creating a sense of dominance, of possession.
As if she wanted to keep Xin Yao captive, a bird in a gilded cage, forever hers.
Between kisses, Xu Jingyu’s lips brushed against Xin Yao’s forehead, her fingers gently tracing her cheek, her touch possessive, as if Xin Yao were a doll, a precious toy she could manipulate at will.
Then, their passion reignited, their movements knocking over a lamp on the desk, but they didn’t care.
Xin Yao’s arms wrapped around Xu Jingyu’s neck, her legs around her waist, her body clinging to Xu Jingyu’s like a vine.
As they kissed, Xu Jingyu’s hand caressed Xin Yao’s face, her other hand unbuttoning her blouse.
Nudity was inevitable in a love scene.
But Director Gao, always prioritizing the emotional core of the story, didn’t rely on gratuitous nudity for shock value.
So, this intimate scene, while requiring some skin exposure, wasn’t overly explicit, just their shoulders and backs.
She had even instructed them to keep it subtle, the unspoken tension and desire more powerful than any explicit display.
Otherwise, Xu Jingyu, with her aversion to physical contact, would have been the first to object, and Director Gao would have faced her wrath.
The light outside shifted, the sky darkening, the room filled with shadows, the atmosphere growing more intimate.
Xu Jingyu’s fingers, white and slender, unbuttoned Xin Yao’s blouse, the soft fabric slipping from her shoulders.
Her smooth, white skin, her delicate collarbone, her back, half-hidden by her hair and the falling fabric, were a captivating sight.
In the dim light, she was a beacon, her skin glowing.
And then she looked up, her beautiful eyes soft and vulnerable, yet also defiant.
Xu Jingyu, her gaze fixed on Xin Yao, her throat tightening, her breath coming in short gasps, felt a burning sensation in her chest.
Her dark eyes were like smoldering embers, their heat almost tangible.
For a moment, she wanted to clear the set, to have Xin Yao, this beautiful, vulnerable creature, all to herself.
Or perhaps they shouldn’t even be filming. She should take Xin Yao home, hide her away, and savor her, every inch of her.
But she restrained herself.
She respected Xin Yao’s choices, her career.
Xu Jingyu’s hand tightened around Xin Yao’s waist, her other hand lifting her skirt, her fingers tracing the damp fabric where the water had been spilled earlier.
The soft, yielding flesh beneath her fingertips made Xin Yao shiver, her eyes fluttering open.
Xu Jingyu looked down at her, her gaze soft in the dim light.
Then, she kissed her, a gentle, lingering kiss, her fingers pressing against Xin Yao’s thigh.
It was just a touch, nothing explicit, yet in this moment, it felt incredibly intimate, almost indecent.
But Xin Yao understood, their unspoken connection, their shared understanding, transcending words.
The moment Xu Jingyu’s fingers touched her skin, she wrapped her legs around Xu Jingyu’s waist, her body arching, her head tilting back, her breath catching in her throat.
In the soft light, her body, her slender waist and long neck, her white skin and dark hair, were a vision of vulnerable beauty, like a dying swan.
Then, her body relaxed, her strength fading, as if surrendering to the inevitable.
Xu Jingyu caught her, their lips meeting in a tender kiss.
The assistant director, watching from behind the camera, couldn’t help but gasp, her face flushed, her hand clutching her chest.
Director Gao, her gaze fixed on the monitor, frowned at her. “Stay still! What are you fidgeting for?! Wipe your drool!”
The assistant director, her hand covering her mouth, her eyes wide, whispered, “Holy shit, Ms. Xin is so hot!”
“And Ms. Xu looks so wild!”
“They’re… they’re…”
Too perfect.
“Director, they look so real! Are you sure they’re not actually dating?”
Director Gao rolled her eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous! They just met yesterday! Even love at first sight isn’t this fast.”
Meanwhile, Xin Yao, lost in Xu Jingyu’s embrace, slowly came back to her senses.
She remembered she was acting, remembered the emotions she was supposed to be portraying.
She looked up at Xu Jingyu’s soft, loving gaze, feeling the gentleness of her touch.
If she were Lu Duanjing, she would be thinking: This person is so gentle now, but just moments ago, she was trying to push me away.
A sudden impulse made her reach out and tear at Xu Jingyu’s shirt, revealing her collarbone and shoulder.
Then, she leaned forward and bit down hard on Xu Jingyu’s shoulder.
A bite filled with anger, fear, and love.
It was a painful bite.
But Xu Jingyu, her condition intensifying with the pain, her eyes shining with a strange excitement, simply smiled, a soft, almost predatory smile, and lowered her head, her lips finding the exposed skin of Xin Yao’s shoulder.
She didn’t bite, but kissed her gently.
A bite and a kiss, their bodies intertwined, their actions a desperate attempt to feel each other, to confirm their reality.
After a while, the intense love scene finally ended, leaving Xin Yao weak and trembling.
As she slid off the desk, her legs almost giving way, Xu Jingyu caught her, wrapping her in a blanket.
They walked towards the director, their bodies still close, to review the footage.
Director Gao was ecstatic, her eyes shining.
“Perfect! Absolutely perfect! You two were amazing!”
“I thought this scene would take forever to film, but you nailed it on the first take! I’m so impressed!”
As the director celebrated, the assistant director and the cinematographer whispered to each other.
Xin Yao, hearing her name mentioned, turned to look at them.
Her character, Lu Duanjing, was supposed to be innocent and demure, but Xin Yao’s natural allure, amplified by the afterglow of their intimate scene, her hair slightly disheveled, her lipstick smudged, her eyes sparkling with a seductive light, made her appear even more captivating.
Seeing them looking at her, she smiled.
The assistant director and the cinematographer clutched their chests.
They were smitten!
The assistant director nudged the cinematographer. “Doesn’t she look like the woman of my dreams?”
The cinematographer shook her head. “No, because she’s my dream woman.”
Just as they were flirting, Xu Jingyu, standing beside Xin Yao, her tall, slender figure radiating an aura of power, looked at them, her dark eyes sharp and intense, and pulled Xin Yao back into her arms, her protective gesture possessive.
Whoa!
The two women, startled by her sudden movement, felt a chill run down their spines, as if they had just narrowly escaped death.
The assistant director nudged the cinematographer again.
“Do you think they’re real?”
The cinematographer nodded vigorously. “Realer than my mom’s jade bracelet! I think they’re secretly dating!”
The only person on set who seemed oblivious to their chemistry was Director Gao.
She looked at them, still embracing even after the scene had ended, and tapped Xu Jingyu’s hand on Xin Yao’s waist with her script.
“Break it up! You two are a little too close! This is a problem! We’re filming the first meeting scene tomorrow! You can’t be this comfortable with each other!”
“From tonight, no, from now until tomorrow’s filming, you’re not allowed to see each other! Do you understand?”
What?
They couldn’t see each other?
But sometimes, directors had strange requests, to help the actors maintain the right emotional distance.
And being a professional, and generally agreeable, and knowing it was just for one night, Xin Yao reluctantly agreed.
“Yes, Director.”
Xu Jingyu, however, frowned, her expression sullen.
“I don’t think that’s necessary.”
“It is!” Director Gao, always assertive when it came to her work, even daring to contradict Xu Jingyu, jumped up. “I’m the director! Listen to me!”
That night, back at the hotel…
Xin Yao, freshly showered, lay in bed, her mind replaying the afternoon’s scene.
She remembered Xu Jingyu’s soft gaze in the warm sunlight, the gentle touch of her fingers on Xin Yao’s face, her kisses, both fierce and tender.
Xin Yao’s throat tightened, her breathing becoming shallow and rapid, her legs rubbing together restlessly.
Just as her desire began to stir, the doorbell rang.
Who would be visiting at this hour?
She composed herself and went to open the door.
The heavy hotel door swung open, revealing Xu Jingyu, dressed in a black nightgown, her long hair cascading down her back, her face beautiful and serene in the soft light.
Xin Yao was surprised.
“But the director said we weren’t allowed to see each other. How…?”
Xu Jingyu, never one to follow rules, didn’t answer.
She stood there, her gaze steady, her expression slightly tense.
Before Xin Yao could finish her question, she interrupted her.
“Yaoyao, the second one.”
Xin Yao blinked, confused. “Huh? Second what?”
Xu Jingyu stepped inside, closing the door behind her, then cupped Xin Yao’s face in her hands and kissed her.
The sudden warmth and pressure of her lips made Xin Yao gasp, her body instinctively trying to pull away, but Xu Jingyu’s arms tightened around her, holding her captive.
As the kiss deepened, Xin Yao realized that Xu Jingyu was using her second kiss.
And it hadn’t even been 24 hours since they had made their agreement.
This impulsive, unrestrained woman.
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