A Time-Limited Romance with Movie Queen Ex - Chapter 15

Try? Try what?

Luo Mijin’s brain short-circuited on the spot. With one hand, she pinned Rong Qingyao’s wrist above her head, the woman’s porcelain-white skin flushed with a rosy hue.

Rong Qingyao’s slender, pale wrist resembled mutton-fat jade, and Luo Mijin unconsciously tightened her grip, immediately drawing a weak, delicate gasp from the other woman.

“Sorry, sorry, I’ll move back. Did I hurt you?”

Though it seemed like she had Rong Qingyao encircled in her arms, in reality, she was the one ensnared by the other’s waist, soft as spring water, unable to move.

“Don’t move.” Noticing Luo Mijin’s flustered expression, Rong Qingyao tilted her head slightly, her plump, crimson lips curving into a teasing smile, luring Luo Mijin into a dazed kiss.

Like manipulating a plush toy, she toyed with Luo Mijin’s emotions effortlessly.

“If you stay out all night, won’t they come looking for you?” Rong Qingyao steadied her breath, still heated from their intimacy, and deftly steered the conversation, her eyes half-lidded as if trying to see right through Luo Mijin.

“Looking for me?” The corners of Luo Mijin’s eyes were tinged pink from excessive kissing as she seriously considered Rong Qingyao’s question.

This wasn’t her first time staying out all night. Back when she participated in Go tournaments, those rare moments of freedom, she often wandered the streets, beaches, or mountains the night before a match.

No matter where she went, bodyguards followed her, her so-called family’s concern was omnipresent.

This time, though, she had outsmarted them and shaken the bodyguards off.

“Hmm, your family,” Rong Qingyaos gaze fixed on some distant point in the air, “they’d probably search everywhere for you.”

“They’d be more afraid of me losing in a Go match, it’d disappoint Grandfather,” Luo Mijin chuckled, stating the truth.

As a descendant of the Luo family, how could you ever admit defeat? How could you like playing the drums? Why couldn’t you bring glory to the family and make your grandparents and parents proud?

At least, these were the usual questions waiting for her after every tournament, like a press conference.

They were terrified of anyone discovering that the Luo family’s child wasn’t perfect that she was “sick.”

Or maybe they’d prefer her dead.

“A child like this, better off gone.”

The words drifted through the void, echoing in Luo Mijin’s mind like a hallucination, like a demon.

“Would this make you happier?” Rong Qingyao pushed Luo Mijin down and leaned over her, whispering softly, “Hold me.”

That night, Rong Qingyao left her with memories that engulfed every sense, the scorching heat of skin, the snow-like fragrance, the kitten-like whimpers, all imprinted in her mind.

The streetlights outside flickered on, casting a warm, fuzzy glow through the curtains. Luo Mijin’s lips glistened with translucent moisture, as if she had devoured a ripe peach.

“Qingyao, was I… okay?”

Rong Qingyao’s breathing was still uneven, her usually cool voice now laced with a husky sweetness.

“Why ask me?”

“I was afraid you’d be uncomfortable.”

For some reason, Rong Qingyao suddenly wondered was Luo Mijin like this with others too? So smooth-tongued, so disarmingly honest?

Was she this gentle with everyone else?

“Shouldn’t you be, experienced at this?”

Truthfully, Rong Qingyao had never believed those rumors. But now, with her body still feverish and her emotions brittle as ice, doubt crept in.

She desperately wanted to probe further, to hear Luo Mijin explain it herself.

“No, I’m not experienced,” Luo Mijin answered bluntly yet honestly, true to her usual straightforward manner. “Why do you ask?”

“Because many people like you.” The words slipped out before Rong Qingyao realized the implications they carried.

Luo Mijin immediately laughed. “Senior Qingyao, it seems more people are chasing after you.”

“Is that so?”

Rong Qingyao smiled faintly. Her gentle and friendly demeanor might make people think she was naive and easily deceived, but she had always been clear-headed.

Those people were drawn to her looks, her tact, her excellence viewing her as prey to be pursued, never as a person.

How could they possibly genuinely like her?

“No, they don’t like me.”

Under the dim light, Rong Qingyao’s face was cool and melancholic, composed and beautiful, exuding an unspoken radiance that invited imagination.

Tonight, they were both prisoners of desire.

**

The latter half of the night passed in a haze of sleep and wakefulness, still entangled in frenzied intimacy.

Luo Mijin felt as though she had been drenched in a tropical rainforest downpour intense yet refreshing.

The woman’s slender waist nearly bent to breaking in her grasp…

“Alright, that’s enough.” The small lamp flickered on abruptly. Rong Qingyao’s cheeks and the tip of her nose were flushed, her lips visibly swollen, but her tear-filled eyes had already regained their clarity and coolness.

She resisted, lucidly, the continuation of this passionate delirium.

If it went on, she feared she would sink deeper into this beautiful vortex.

Luo Mijin, like an obedient little robot, withdrew obediently and lowered her head to tuck Rong Qingyao in, thus missing the panic laced with fear in the woman’s eyes.

In the damp, dark little hotel, under the flickering warm yellow light, in the calm after the storm, Rong Qingyao fell into a dazed slumber.

An inexplicable distance stretched between them.

**

The next day, the mountains were still blanketed in a fine snowfall. When Luo Mijin woke up, Rong Qingyao was nowhere to be seen, leaving her feeling lost as she sat blankly on the bed.

“What are you spacing out for?” Rong Qingyao returned from outside, delicate snowflakes dusting the faint bruises on her neck. “I’m getting ready to leave.”

Watching Rong Qingyao’s snow-white figure, Luo Mijin snapped out of her daze and asked softly:

“Senior Qingyao, are we going to pretend nothing happened, like before?”

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