A Time-Limited Romance with Movie Queen Ex - Chapter 40.1

The temperature in the bathroom had risen to an unbelievable degree, and Luo Mijin’s already overstimulated mind grew even more clouded.

“I didn’t understand.”

“Someone asked you to go to her room and play Go all night.”

“Senior, what do you mean by playing Go?” Luo Mijin, like a little robot still loading its program, stared unblinkingly at Rong Qingyao.

The woman was still dressed in her white shirt and tie, her long hair cascading like a waterfall, her red lips slightly pursed, and a faint flush at the corners of her eyes giving off an illicit, forbidden allure.

Cool and composed, yet irresistibly tempting to explore further.

“Your classmate, the one who wanted to share a room with you,” Rong Qingyao whispered in Luo Mijin’s ear, her tone subtly teasing and bewitching. “During lectures, you two always sat in the last row, just two seats apart.”

Luo Mijin’s muddled mind was torn between surrender and processing Rong Qingyao’s veiled interrogation.

“Which time?”

“Many times.” Rong Qingyao’s gaze darkened as she played with Luo Mijin’s fingers under the hot water, now enveloping them, now entwining them. “She even saved seats for you, using textbooks from your major.”

Luo Mijin’s memory remained blank. She didn’t attend lectures all that often, sometimes skipping for days due to competitions.

To make up for missed lessons, she focused intently whenever she did attend, afraid of missing key points or notes. How could she have noticed who sat beside her?

But how did Rong Qingyao know?

“I never noticed,” Luo Mijin murmured, trying to wipe the water droplets from her lashes, only for Rong Qingyao to tug at her tie.

“Don’t move. I’ll do it for you,” Rong Qingyao said, her crimson lips brushing lightly against Luo Mijin’s eyelids, sending a faint shiver through her.

“Can you let me go?” Luo Mijin lowered her voice, pleading sweetly.

“Let me think,” the woman mused, feigning deep consideration. “No.”

Luo Mijin: “…”

Since when had her senior become like this?

“And that time in the fitting room it was the same classmate. She’s had her eye on you for a while, Mijin,” Rong Qingyao teased, mimicking someone else’s tone as she cast a sidelong glance at Luo Mijin. “You’re quite popular, aren’t you?”

“Maybe it’s because of her obsession with Go,” Luo Mijin pondered earnestly, trying to rationalize her classmate’s odd behavior. “Some Go enthusiasts are like that. There are people in the park who stand and watch others play all day.”

Rong Qingyao: “…”

“So you had a great chat with her that afternoon at the exchange event?”

Finally sensing the danger in Rong Qingyao’s tone, Luo Mijin shook her head frantically. “Absolutely not! I just answered casually. I’m not even close to her, we haven’t even exchanged WeChat.”

“So she tried to strike up a conversation and ask for your contact?” Rong Qingyao, sharp as ever, caught the loophole in Luo Mijin’s words.

Before Luo Mijin could respond, the woman closed her eyes, stood on her tiptoes, and brushed her cool nose against Luo Mijin’s, feeling the other’s damp breath against her lips, soft and uneven, as if struggling against temptation.

Then, with deliberate mischief, she intensified her teasing, grazing Luo Mijin’s chin and earlobes with her soft, wet lips always just out of reach of a proper kiss.

Until she could no longer stay on her tiptoes, she deliberately feigned exhaustion and slid down, nestling into Luo Mijin’s arms. Picking up their half-damp hair, she tried to tie them into a knot.

“Senior…” Luo Mijin’s breathing was erratic, instinctively wanting to press Rong Qingyao against the steam-covered tile wall.

“Be good. You’re not allowed to move.”

Luo Mijin’s eyes turned pitiful, carrying a hint of dejection after being slightly rebuffed, but she obediently stayed still. “Mmm, but…”

Remembering how Luo Mijin had once received a confession just for giving someone a piece of candy, Rong Qingyao covered the girl’s stunningly delicate eyes and casually pressed further:

“Since you were little, have you received a lot of love letters?”

“I don’t know. When I was young, I had bodyguards escort me to and from school, and they monitored my backpack too.”

“Then after starting university, have many people tried to flirt and ask for your contact info?”

Luo Mijin suddenly took a deep breath, her mind racing as she was about to answer.

The woman lifted her head and sealed her lips with a kiss, gently pressing. “Tell me the whole truth. No lying.”

After silently thinking for three seconds, Luo Mijin answered earnestly, “At school, maybe one or two strangers a week.”

“Did you give it to them?” Rong Qingyao snorted coldly, tightening her grip on Luo Mijin’s fingers, even bringing them to her lips for an occasional playful bite. “If you lie, I’ll tie you up every day from now on.”

Luo Mijin didn’t speak, instead pointing to her phone in a waterproof case, signaling that Rong Qingyao could check it herself.

“The password is our birthdays.”

Rong Qingyao arched a brow, smirking to herself. “I don’t want to look.”

“Then what should we do?”

Rong Qingyao took two steps back. Luo Mijin chased after her greedily, but the woman wouldn’t let her touch, only pressing their noses together, breaths mingling, while her long, thick lashes fluttered like butterfly wings against Luo Mijin’s cheeks.

The sensation was overwhelming, impossible to ignore.itching its way into her heart.

Just then, knocking sounded from outside the bathroom again, urgent, pausing briefly after three rapid raps.

“It’s probably that classmate looking for you again.”

“I’ll tell her I’m busy.”

Rong Qingyao pulled Luo Mijin back, softly chiding, “Dressed like this?”

Luo Mijin belatedly glanced down her long T-shirt only reached mid-thigh, which was indeed inappropriate.

“Alright, come here,” Rong Qingyao said gently, her gaze damp and faint. “It’s fine for you to be friends with her normally.”

“But you’ll get jealous,” Luo Mijin mused. Though she didn’t fully understand the emotion, she felt Rong Qingyao had been jealous earlier. “I don’t want to upset you.”

Caught out, Rong Qingyao pretended to be flustered and pinched Luo Mijin lightly. “I wasn’t jealous. I was worried you’d make bad friends.”

“Senior is so kind,” Luo Mijin said with innocent cheer. “But classmates should be fine, right?”

“Mmm,” Rong Qingyao replied with a faint, ambiguous smile, turning on the shower to drown out the knocking. “You think classmates are good?”

“Th-they’re alright, I guess? Probably?” Luo Mijin sensed danger in the woman’s cool, detached expression. “Senior, I’ll go reject her now.”

“With just you?” Rong Qingyao’s petal-like lips curled as she tugged Luo Mijin’s collar. “Aren’t you afraid she’ll snatch you away?”

“I’m not Tang Sanzang. It’s not that bad, is it?”

Rong Qingyao let out a soft chuckle, even parting her lips slightly to linger against Luo Mijin’s neck.

Her teeth grazed the pulsing warmth beneath the skin, pressing down just enough to leave faint marks. Hearing the other woman’s breath hitch, she soothed the spot with gentle, tender licks.

Hot water had drenched the white shirt clinging to Rong Qingyao’s snow-soft curves, the fabric outlining her body in a way that was utterly intoxicating.

Luo Mijin’s lips, along with whatever words she had been about to say, dissolved under Rong Qingyao’s relentless, teasing kisses.

Her body burned hotter than before, her already clouded mind slipping further into delirium under the coaxing of that slick, skillful tongue.

Suddenly, Luo Mijin forgot what she was supposed to do. Her breathing turned ragged, her hands hanging stiffly at her sides, fingers twitching restlessly with nowhere to go.

Noticing Luo Mijin’s inexperience and shy hesitation, Rong Qingyao loosened her embrace. Her cold, pale fingers, flushed pink from the steam, brushed against Luo Mijin’s lips as she smiled faintly.

“What’s wrong? Have you forgotten how to kiss?”

Luo Mijin only grew more flustered, unable to respond, her eyes dark with suppressed frustration.

“Oh, Electronic Sheep, you’re so silly,” Rong Qingyao murmured against her shoulder, rising onto her toes again to lightly capture Luo Mijin’s lower lip, her voice muffled. “Let me teach you again. Hold me tight.”

Helplessly ensnared, Luo Mijin  obeyed, wrapping her arms around Rong Qingyao’s waist so slender it felt like it could be snapped with a touch, like a tender vine soaked in nectar, as if the slightest pressure would draw out even more sweetness.

“Are you mine?”

“Mhm. I’ll listen to you.”

“To everything?” That icy possessiveness surged again, staining Rong Qingyao’s porcelain cheeks with a delicate flush. “Unbutton my shirt.”

Trembling, Luo Mijin struggled to comply, her hands hindered by the tie still tangled around them.

“Close your eyes.”

“Can I… not?” Luo Mijin, drenched from head to toe, protested weakly. “I want to look at you, Senpai.”

“No. This is your punishment.”

“Punishment for what?”

“For attracting too much attention.”

“I didn’t! There are so many guys in the internship who like you.”

Rong Qingyao pressed a slender finger to Luo Mijin’s lips, her voice dropping to a whisper. “But I ignored all of them. Unlike you, who’s so eager to.”

The tie restraining Luo Mijin, loosened by the hot water, slipped free with the slightest movement.

In an instant, Luo Mijin seized control, surging forward.

“Senpai,” she murmured, her clear, innocent eyes fixed intently on Rong Qingyao, “tell me if it hurts. I’ll stop.”

“Luo Mijin, you’re—” Rong Qingyao’s voice broke, tears welling as she gasped, reduced to breathy, incoherent sounds.

The woman had a face of striking beauty cool, aloof, with an air of untouchable restraint. Yet beneath that detachment flickered traces of tenderness and fragility, a combination that could ensnare anyone’s heart.

Many admired her, yearning either to submit or conquer.

Luo Mijin simply loved her.

Rong Qingyao’s soft, honeyed voice spilled into her ears like a flood of spring.

“Liar… Luo Mijin, liar, ah!”

For some reason, Rong Qingyao adored Luo Mijin’s clumsy, artless neediness more than anything.

Making her feel needed, passionately and intensely cherished.

Though the woman’s brow was furrowed, deep inside, she seemed reluctant to let go.

Turning off the shower, Luo Mijin wrapped Rong Qingyao in a large towel and carried her all the way back to the small bed in the dorm.

With the lights off, the silver moonlight spilled over the plain bedsheets, pure and pristine like a veil of gauze.

“Senior, I’m your girlfriend now, right?”

Having been asked this countless times, Rong Qingyao had almost developed a reflex response. “Yes, girlfriend.”

“Mhm, girlfriend,” Luo Mijin couldn’t help but smile, her little dimples unmistakably deep. “Senior, can I sleep with you tonight?”

Rong Qingyao was completely drained, held tightly in Luo Mijin’s arms. She chided her, wishing she could bite her.

“Aren’t you already sleeping with me? Why ask on purpose?”

“I just want to confirm it a few more times,” Luo Mijin deliberately pouted in a playful sulk.

“Fine, confirm as many times as you want.”

**

Luo Mijin didn’t sleep well that night, one moment she was in a scorching desert under the blazing sun, the next in a frozen wilderness. The only constant was that in her dreams, she couldn’t find Rong Qingyao.

Their romance had only just begun, and she should have been filled with longing and joy. Yet, she was already afraid of losing it all, even doubting whether any of it was real.

Lying in bed with her eyes closed, her body burning up, she didn’t dare open them. She secretly pinched herself twice, then peeked at her phone to confirm the date and time.

The late summer morning light in this unfamiliar city was unlike any she’d seen before.

Fully awake now, Luo Mijin clutched the peace knot around her neck, feeling that last night’s dream was no good omen.

Peeking out from under the covers, the room was dim. Luo Mijin blinked her bleary eyes, searching for Rong Qingyao.

“Senior…” The moment she spoke, she realized her voice was hoarse, barely audible, and her nose was slightly stuffed, making it hard to breathe.

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