Chapter 54 p2
Xu Jingyu lifted Xin Yao into her arms, carrying her towards the bed.
As she moved, Xin Yao’s shoe slipped off, the white embroidered slipper falling to the floor, a small, insignificant detail in the grand scheme of things.
Neither of them noticed, or cared.
Seeing Xin Yao’s gaze linger on the fallen shoe, Xu Jingyu, as she carried her, bent her head and kissed her, reclaiming her attention.
She carried Xin Yao to the bed, their lips still locked, then gently placed her down, their kiss deepening.
Xin Yao, her back against the soft pillows, her arms wrapping around Xu Jingyu’s neck, responded to the kiss with equal fervor, her body yielding to Xu Jingyu’s touch.
The small attic room grew warmer, their breaths mingling in the heated air.
As the atmosphere grew more charged, Xu Jingyu’s kisses trailed downwards, from Xin Yao’s lips to her chin, her tongue tracing a path down her neck, her touch like a brand.
Xin Yao’s head tilted back, her chest rising and falling with each breath, her body trembling slightly.
Lost in the moment, her movements slightly clumsy, she almost fell backwards.
Xu Jingyu caught her, pulling her closer, their bodies pressed together.
Xin Yao moaned softly, surrendering to Xu Jingyu’s embrace, her own body pressing against hers.
Xu Jingyu’s lips continued their exploration, her touch lingering on Xin Yao’s neck, then pausing at the high collar of her cheongsam, the white silk a stark contrast to her flushed skin, both beautiful and alluring.
Xu Jingyu hesitated for a moment, then, unable to resist, she kissed the soft skin beneath the collar, her tongue flicking out to gently tug at the small, delicate buttons, her teeth nibbling at the fabric as she undid them, one by one.
Her warm breath against Xin Yao’s skin, the occasional graze of her teeth against her delicate flesh, made Xin Yao shiver, her body trembling with a mix of desire and apprehension, wanting to pull away, yet also craving more.
The collar loosened, the fabric falling away like moonlight, revealing Xin Yao’s long, slender neck, her shoulders gleaming in the soft light.
Her collarbone, her chest, flushed with a delicate pink, like peach blossoms scattered on snow, were marked by the faintest traces of Xu Jingyu’s teeth.
Xin Yao, her skin exposed, her body trembling slightly, instinctively reached out and clung to Xu Jingyu.
Xu Jingyu’s arms wrapped around her, her embrace gentle and reassuring, her lips finding Xin Yao’s in a soft, comforting kiss.
When Xin Yao had calmed down, Xu Jingyu continued, the buttons of her cheongsam undone, the beautiful silk falling away, revealing her body.
Xu Jingyu knelt before her, her intentions clear.
Xin Yao, sitting on the bed, her hand bracing against the mattress, looked at Xu Jingyu, then down at her own bare foot, her shoe and sock having come off during their embrace.
A sudden impulse made her toes curl, then, in a bold and playful gesture, she placed her foot on Xu Jingyu’s shoulder.
Xu Jingyu, glancing at her slender ankle, her eyelashes fluttering in the sunlight, bent her head and kissed it, her lips warm and soft against Xin Yao’s skin, like a butterfly’s fleeting touch.
Xin Yao gasped, instinctively trying to pull her foot away, but Xu Jingyu captured her ankle, pulling her leg closer.
Xin Yao’s hand gripped the bedsheets, her head tilted back, her eyes half-closed, her lips slightly swollen and smudged, her appearance a mix of vulnerability and sensuality in the warm afternoon light.
The camera was focused on Xin Yao, her reactions the center of the scene.
Xu Jingyu, whether out of kindness or simply a desire to tease her further, her fingers tracing Xin Yao’s ankle, kissed it again, her tongue flicking out to taste her skin.
Xin Yao, startled and aroused by the unexpected touch, let out a soft moan, her voice a husky whisper, her body trembling.
Like a butterfly caught in a spider’s web, she was trapped, her beauty a feast for the predator’s eyes.
Feng Lu, the assistant director, watched from the corner of her eye, her own breath catching in her throat.
The cinematographer, having finished her shot, silently handed her a tissue.
Feng Lu turned to look at her.
The cinematographer closed her eyes, as if unable to bear the sight. “Wipe your chin. You’re drooling.”
Feng Lu took the tissue, tore it in half, and handed half back to the cinematographer.
“You too. You’re not much better.”
The cinematographer wiped her mouth, then, after a moment of silence, asked, “Do you think I could take Ms. Xu in a fight?”
Feng Lu scoffed, nodding.
“Yes, you could. You could be instantly killed by Ms. Xu.”
“But if you like Xin Yao, why would you fight Xu Jingyu?” Director Gao, sitting nearby, her gaze fixed on the monitor, interjected.
The assistant director and the cinematographer exchanged glances, then turned to look at the director, their expressions a mix of amusement and exasperation.
Feng Lu waved her hand dismissively.
“It’s none of your business, Director. Run along now.”
Director Gao, having been dismissed, turned back to the monitor, muttering, “So mysterious.”
Then, her eyes lit up as she watched the scene unfold.
“But their chemistry is amazing!”
On the screen, in the warm, intimate light, Xin Yao’s body relaxed, as if melting into the bed.
Xu Jingyu, her gaze soft and loving, held her close, their hands intertwined.
“I love you,” she whispered.
And Xin Yao, her eyes shining with a soft light, replied, “I love you too.”
Then, their bodies merged, their embrace a silent expression of their love.
“Okay! Cut!” Director Gao’s voice echoed through the room.
“Wow! That was amazing! How do you guys always nail the intimate scenes on the first take? Are you geniuses?”
She continued praising their performance, then, noticing that they were still lying on the bed, Xu Jingyu’s head buried in Xin Yao’s neck, a bead of sweat trickling down her forehead, her expression a mix of passion and restraint, as if she was struggling to control herself, she paused.
It looked like she was about to pounce on Xin Yao and devour her whole.
The assistant director and the cinematographer, watching from behind the camera, their throats tightening, their hearts racing, exchanged glances.
It’s real! This is real!
Ms. Xu is totally in love!
Director Gao, sensing the unspoken tension, discreetly retreated.
“We’ll leave you two alone for a bit. Take your time.”
“But!” she added, her voice firm, “don’t see each other after this, at least not tonight.”
It was for their own good, she thought, afraid they would be too immersed in their roles to separate themselves from their characters.
As the three of them left the room, closing the door behind them, the room fell silent.
Xin Yao, seeing Xu Jingyu’s intense gaze, thought she might kiss her again.
But she didn’t.
As a bead of sweat trickled down her forehead, she simply nuzzled her face deeper into Xin Yao’s neck, her voice a husky whisper.
“Yaoyao, hold me.”
Xin Yao wrapped her arms around her, holding her close in the warm sunlight.
After they had calmed down and emerged from the room, Director Gao, true to her word, kept them separated for the rest of the evening.
She watched them like a hawk, preventing any interaction between them.
Whenever Xu Jingyu’s gaze lingered on Xin Yao, Director Gao would intercept it, her arms spread wide, like a protective mother hen.
“No looking!”
Xu Jingyu was exasperated.
She hadn’t even been able to speak to Xin Yao, not even a single word, until the end of the day, when filming wrapped at 11 pm.
Director Gao had even insisted they leave separately, Xu Jingyu waiting until Xin Yao had left before returning to her own room.
As Xin Yao sat on her bed, recalling the director’s ridiculous behavior and Xu Jingyu’s increasingly sullen expression, she couldn’t help but laugh.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
Xin Yao’s eyes lit up as she went to open the door.
As expected, it was Xu Jingyu, who had apparently come straight to Xin Yao’s room after filming, not even bothering to go to her own.
Xin Yao leaned against the doorframe, looking at her, a playful smile on her face.
“What brings you here so late, Ms. Xu?”
Xu Jingyu nodded, her expression calm.
“I have something to discuss with you.”
They exchanged a few pleasantries, then Xin Yao opened the door, letting her in.
Click.
The door closed behind them, the lock clicking shut.
Xin Yao turned to look at Xu Jingyu.
Xu Jingyu also looked at her, their gazes meeting, neither of them speaking.
Then, they embraced, their lips meeting in a fierce, hungry kiss.
Xu Jingyu’s kiss was even more demanding than usual, her arms tightening around Xin Yao’s waist, as if wanting to meld their bodies together.
And Xin Yao’s response was equally passionate, her arms wrapping around Xu Jingyu’s neck, her body pressing against hers.
The air in the room, already warm from the heating, grew hotter, their breaths mingling.
As they kissed, Xin Yao’s fingers fumbled with the buttons of Xu Jingyu’s shirt, then, impatient, she simply tore them open, revealing her collarbone and the smooth skin beneath.
Xu Jingyu chuckled, lifting Xin Yao into her arms and pressing her against the door.
Xin Yao’s head tilted back, her body trembling slightly as she wrapped her legs around Xu Jingyu’s waist.
Then, her lips found Xu Jingyu’s, her forehead resting against hers, her kiss soft and tender, almost a caress.
“A Yu, I missed you so much,” she murmured.
Xu Jingyu, lost in her embrace, kissed her back.
“I missed you too.”
And then, their passion unleashed, they made love, their bodies intertwined until the early hours of the morning.
The next morning, just before dawn…
Xin Yao, still asleep, was startled awake by a loud explosion, the sound echoing through the room, making the objects on the table rattle.
She sat up abruptly, her eyes still closed, her mind still foggy with sleep.
“Holy shit, did the world just explode?”
It was the film crew next door, filming another explosion scene. They had recently moved to a location near the hotel, their early morning pyrotechnics a constant source of annoyance.
Another explosion echoed through the air.
Xu Jingyu, also awakened by the noise, sat up and gently pulled Xin Yao back down, her arms wrapping around her protectively.
“No, go back to sleep.”
Xin Yao, soothed by her embrace, drifted back to sleep, murmuring, “The world didn’t explode?”
Xu Jingyu smiled, kissing her forehead softly.
“No.”
The world is fine. The sun is shining. And we’re okay. More than okay.
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