Chapter 43 p1
Xin Yao was pressed against the wall, her head tilted back, her lips captured in a fierce, demanding kiss.
Pei Yu’s lips were like a burning brand against Xin Yao’s, the heat intensifying with each passing moment, the soft flesh swelling and reddening, their tongues tangling in a desperate dance.
The heat spread downwards, a thin sheen of sweat coating Xin Yao’s neck, her skin flushed a delicate pink, the contrast between the warm pressure of Pei Yu’s body and the cool wall against her back sending shivers down her spine.
She couldn’t escape.
She was trapped, Pei Yu’s arms a cage around her, holding her captive.
After a long while, Pei Yu finally relented, lifting her head slightly, breaking the kiss.
But she didn’t move away completely.
Her lips still hovered just above Xin Yao’s, as if waiting for her to catch her breath before claiming them again.
“You stopped first. That doesn’t count.”
Xin Yao, her body weak and trembling, leaned against Pei Yu, her head resting on her shoulder, a soft laugh escaping her lips.
“So, if you always make me stop first, it won’t ever count as a second kiss?”
Pei Yu’s gaze darkened as she looked down at Xin Yao, her eyes lingering on the delicate skin of her neck and shoulder, exposed by the thin straps of her nightgown.
She wanted…
Her fingers tightened around Xin Yao’s waist, her throat tightening.
She wanted to…
But she restrained herself, her fingers trembling slightly, a bead of sweat trickling down her forehead, her eyes closing tightly as she fought to control her desire.
Xin Yao wanted her love, and Pei Yu also wanted Xin Yao’s love.
So, she would try to control her impulses, to respect Xin Yao’s boundaries.
She wanted Xin Yao to like her, to love her, even.
She leaned closer, her lips brushing against Xin Yao’s ear.
“Is that okay?”
Xin Yao, unaware of the near-miss, still slightly breathless from the kiss, replied, “Of course not.”
“And Ms. Xu, you only have one kiss left. What will you do then?”
Xu Jingyu chuckled, her voice low and sensual, her face buried in Xin Yao’s neck.
“Then perhaps Ms. Xin could be generous and grant me a few more, or simply marry me.”
“Yaoyao, let’s get married.”
“Okay?”
Xu Jingyu, usually so cold and aloof, her mere presence intimidating, was now acting like a spoiled child, her tall frame bending over Xin Yao, her embrace almost puppy-like.
Xin Yao laughed, reaching up to stroke her hair.
“No.”
Xu Jingyu, her face still buried in Xin Yao’s neck, gently nipped at her shoulder.
It wasn’t a bite, more like a lick, a warm, teasing touch that sent shivers down Xin Yao’s spine, her breath catching in her throat, her arms tightening around Xu Jingyu’s shoulders.
“What are you doing? Why are you…”
Before she could finish her sentence, Xu Jingyu lifted her head, her fingers tilting Xin Yao’s chin up as she kissed her.
This kiss was even more intense than the previous one, as if punishing Xin Yao for her rejection.
Her fingers held Xin Yao’s chin captive, her arm tightening around her waist, preventing her from escaping.
Xin Yao’s head tilted back, her eyes half-closed, a soft moan escaping her lips.
She wanted to yell at Xu Jingyu, to tell her she was crazy.
But she couldn’t even speak, her voice reduced to soft gasps and pleas.
“Stop… please… let me go…”
She looked up at Xu Jingyu, her eyes soft and pleading, her voice a vulnerable whisper, a mix of fear and desire that only fueled Xu Jingyu’s passion.
After a long while, the kiss ended.
Xin Yao, her legs weak, leaned against Xu Jingyu, wanting to bite her, yet her heart softening as she saw the faint mark of her own teeth on Xu Jingyu’s shoulder, a memento from their earlier scene.
She touched the mark gently.
“Does it hurt?”
“No,” Xu Jingyu, always honest, replied. “I like it. You can bite me again.”
“You!” Xin Yao looked up, about to scold her, when the phone on the nightstand rang.
It was her private line, the number known only to a few close friends and the director’s assistant.
A call at this hour must be important.
Xin Yao gently pushed Xu Jingyu away, reaching for the phone.
Xu Jingyu, however, her skin hunger unsatisfied, clung to Xin Yao’s waist, refusing to let her go.
Xin Yao, struggling to break free, slapped her hand playfully.
“Let go! I have to answer the phone!”
She had been slapped.
And scolded.
Xu Jingyu’s eyelids fluttered, then she reluctantly released Xin Yao.
Xin Yao quickly answered the phone. It was the director.
“Hello? Director Gao? Is something the matter?”
Director Gao’s cheerful voice echoed through the phone.
“Good evening! You’re not asleep yet, are you?”
“No.”
“Perfect! I just remembered something about tomorrow’s scene. I need to explain it to you. It’s… well, it’s hard to explain over the phone. I’ll come over.”
Director Gao, always impatient, hung up before Xin Yao could even reply.
She was probably already on her way.
What a whirlwind, Xin Yao thought.
Then, she suddenly remembered Xu Jingyu and turned to look at her.
The director’s room was just one floor below. If she hurried, she would be here in minutes.
What would she think if she found Xu Jingyu in Xin Yao’s room, especially in their current state of dishevelment?
And the director had specifically told them not to see each other! This would be a blatant act of defiance!
Xu Jingyu, having overheard their conversation, seemed unconcerned, calmly pouring herself a glass of water.
Xin Yao panicked.
“You have to leave! Now!”
But Xu Jingyu, instead of leaving, walked over to the bed and sat down.
“I’m not leaving.”
“But what if the director sees you here?!”
“We’re rehearsing.”
Xin Yao was both exasperated and amused. “Rehearsing what, at this hour?”
“The kissing scene.”
Well, she wasn’t wrong…
No, she couldn’t let Xu Jingyu distract her! Xin Yao glared at her.
Xu Jingyu thought for a moment. “Or a medical consultation?”
“What kind of medical consultation?”
Xu Jingyu looked at Xin Yao, her gaze steady.
“I’m suffering from heartache because I don’t know what love is, and Xin Yao won’t marry me.”
Her words, delivered with such a serious expression, made Xin Yao laugh.
She walked over to Xu Jingyu, taking her hand and trying to pull her up.
“Come on, you have to go.”
She tugged at Xu Jingyu’s hand, but it was no use. After a few more attempts, Xu Jingyu finally stood up, reluctantly.
Xin Yao pushed her towards the door.
“Hurry up, Ms. Xu! It wouldn’t look good if the director saw you in my room at this hour!”
She opened the door and practically shoved Xu Jingyu outside, quickly peeking into the hallway to make sure no one was there before breathing a sigh of relief.
Xu Jingyu, banished to the hallway, stood there, her expression sullen.
Seeing that she wasn’t leaving, Xin Yao gently pushed her again.
The gesture made Xu Jingyu turn around, stepping closer, her head leaning into the doorway, her face inches from Xin Yao’s.
The sudden proximity startled Xin Yao, who lowered her voice.
“What are you doing?!”
Xu Jingyu’s eyes, like polished jade, fixed on Xin Yao’s face. She didn’t speak, simply pointing at her lips.
“This one doesn’t count towards the three kisses.”
Her meaning was clear.
Xin Yao was exasperated. “There are cameras in the hallway! What if we get caught?!”
“So what?” Xu Jingyu’s tone was nonchalant. She almost hoped they would be caught, their secret affair splashed across the tabloids.
“That’s blackmail!”
Xu Jingyu smiled, her lips curving upwards, her eyes sparkling.
She pulled Xin Yao into her arms and kissed her, a quick, hard kiss, like a burning ember.
Her voice, cool and clear yet strangely sensual, whispered in Xin Yao’s ear.
“Yaoyao, this is what I want.”
After a long moment, she finally released Xin Yao.
Xin Yao stood there, slightly dazed, the hallway light illuminating her face.
She touched her lips, a soft smile playing on her lips.
The next day was relatively free. There were no scenes for the two female leads, and the director was busy with the supporting cast.
Xin Yao’s scenes were scheduled for the afternoon.
So, she spent the morning relaxing in her hotel room, reviewing the script.
Suddenly, Liu Nuan Nuan’s laughter echoed in her mind.
It was such a strange, unsettling sound that it made Xin Yao shiver, her arms covered in goosebumps.
“Are you okay?”
[Mwahahaha! The camera is fixed!]
“Oh?” Xin Yao’s eyes lit up. “Excellent!”
She quickly reviewed the footage. It showed Li Xu confessing his love for the original owner, promising to be with her forever.
And the date stamp clearly showed it was from six years ago.
Xin Yao smiled coldly. “Very good.”
[Don’t get too excited yet. I have another little surprise for you.]
“Oh?” Xin Yao was intrigued. “What is it?”
[Just wait and see. You’ll be thanking me.]
While Xin Yao had been busy with her career, Liu Nuan Nuan hadn’t been idle.
Initially, angered by the online hate directed at Xin Yao, she had engaged in a fierce online battle, single-handedly taking on eighteen trolls, her arguments sharp and relentless.
She had emerged victorious.
But she had also realized that her own efforts were limited.
So, the cunning little dog had set her sights on the enemy.
She had created a new account, chosen a beautiful profile picture, and crafted a new persona.
A wealthy, naive fan of Li Xu, living abroad, showering him with praise and adoration online.
[Oh, my god, he’s so handsome!]
[My poor baby! I feel so bad for him!]
[That evil Xin Yao!]
She had infiltrated the enemy ranks, planning to dismantle them from within.
The clever little dog, knowing that Li Xu only cared about money, hadn’t been aggressive.
Instead, she had flaunted her wealth, posting screenshots of her purchases: ten thousand copies of his magazine, 1314 posters, and 5200 photo books.
All paid for with Xin Yao’s money, of course.
Xin Yao didn’t mind. If it helped expose Li Xu’s true nature, it was worth it.
The strategy had worked perfectly.
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