A Time-Limited Romance with Movie Queen Ex - Chapter 53.2

“Why? Senior, weren’t you tired?”

Rong Qingyao tilted her face slightly, her features bathed in moonlight, lips curving as she gazed intently at Luo Mijin without offering an answer.

Following the GPS, it took them just over an hour to reach the airport. The two of them sped through the intermittent rain and snow, occasionally exchanging trivial remarks, as if reliving yesterday.

Flights to City L were usually punctual. After informing Luo Zhiwen of their safe arrival, Luo Mijin boarded the plane with Rong Qingyao.

In silent agreement, they both put on their sleep masks during the roughly two-hour flight to catch some rest.

Though neither could actually fall asleep.

Upon landing, Yan Si came specially to pick them up, acting furtively the entire way. She brought two or three black umbrellas and insisted Luo Mijin and Rong Qingyao wear masks and sunglasses, determined not to let anyone recognize them.

Perhaps these two troublemakers didn’t care at all, but the internet was already in an uproar. Rong Qingyao’s rivals seized the opportunity to spread rumors, which she and her manager had to suppress urgently.

Even more absurdly, some gossip accounts published articles claiming to detail Rong Qingyao’s romantic history. But after digging through live streams, all they uncovered was the fact that she had been a diligent, aloof student during university.

Yet the less they found, the wilder the speculation became. Netizens enthusiastically theorized that Rong Qingyao, known for her ascetic lifestyle, had suddenly called off her engagement because of some secret lover.

Perhaps even something taboo.

So now, Rong Qingyao and Luo Mijin absolutely couldn’t be discovered, photographed, or seen.

“Hey, did I make myself clear to both of you? President Rong, try not to go out when you’re not working. Mijing, you too, be careful.”

“Mm, I understand,” Rong Qingyao responded drowsily, nestled in Luo Mijing’s arms.

Yan Si sounded exasperated. “Mijing, since President Rong is unreliable, I’m counting on you to keep an eye on her. Don’t let her do anything reckless. Newlyweds like you two are the most prone to causing trouble.”

“Alright, I’ll be careful,” Luo Mijin took Yan Si’s words to heart, instinctively pulling her mask higher.

“And one more thing, no matter what you two get up to, always close the curtains!!!”

Rong Qingyao and Luo Mijing: “…”

**

Returning home in the early hours, Rong Qingyao sent Yan Si several “thank you” red packets. Under the latter’s worried and reluctant gaze, she closed the front door and… drew the curtains in every room upstairs and downstairs.

“Luo Mijing, go take a shower?”

“So soon?” Luo Mijing’s mind immediately went to the wrong place, blame Yan Si for those ambiguous remarks, making her overly sensitive.

Normally, she and Rong Qingyao would ease into things gradually. There was no way they’d jump straight into… that.

“What do you mean ‘so soon’?” Rong Qingyao saw through Luo Mijing’s blush and pressed deliberately.

“N-nothing. I’ll go shower now.”

“Alright, you use the one upstairs, and I’ll use the one downstairs,” Rong Qingyao elegantly walked over to Luo Mijin and casually asked, “Do you want me to draw you a bath?”

“No, that’s not necessary. I don’t feel like soaking.”

“Fine. Then you can wear my clothes for now, and I’ll take you shopping for more later.”

“But don’t I still have clothes here?”

“They’re in the wardrobe, unwashed. You can’t wear them,” the woman said with absolute confidence, her gaze both alluring and sharp, exuding an intimidating aura that seemed to say, “Dare to disobey, and you’ll face immediate punishment.”

Luo Mijin immediately fell silent, obediently took the clothes Rong Qingyao handed her, and fled to the bathroom in a hurry.

Half an hour later, she returned to the living room and sat down properly, turning on the TV to fill the silence and ease the tension.

Not long after, the woman also came downstairs in a white robe, her half-damp hair tied in a high ponytail. Her demeanor was cool and aloof, her figure graceful, like a glass of sterile distilled water.

Under the light, her skin resembled flawless white jade. A deep red velvet towel trailed from her feet, wiping away droplets of water all the way up to her thighs, creating a striking visual contrast.

The two knelt side by side on the orchid-embroidered sofa, their expressions slightly serious. Mint Candy, with its snow-white tail raised high, passed beneath them, occasionally stopping to stare in confusion, unable to comprehend what these two were doing.

Watching Luo Mijing’s delicate face flush from pale to red, Rong Qingyao finally couldn’t hold back her laughter.

“Luo Mijing, weren’t you full of questions earlier? Now that it’s just the two of us, you’ve suddenly lost your voice.”

“Um,  I just can’t remember them right now,” Luo Mijin dared not admit it was because Rong Qingyao was dressed too seductively. Just trying not to look at her was already draining enough.

“Alright, take your time. No rush.”

“Senior, is it hard for you to like me?”

Guessing what Luo Mijin was struggling with, Rong Qingyao cupped her face and gently smoothed her messy bangs. “Why would it be hard?”

It was one of the few beautiful things in her life something to cherish, not endure.

“I couldn’t contact you back then because my game console was smashed by my grandpa. I tried fixing it for a long time but couldn’t.”

“It’s okay. We can buy many more game consoles.”

“But I only liked that one,” Luo Mijin mumbled, her voice thick with emotion.

That console wasn’t valuable in itself, but because Rong Qingyao had accepted it, it became priceless.

“I understand,” Rong Qingyao said, pulling Luo Mijin into her embrace. The sudden movement caused her collar to slip, revealing a generous expanse of soft, radiant skin.

The delicate flush on her chest trembled faintly in the air, like a budding snow lotus pure and noble, yet shyly enticing.

Luo Mijin guiltily tried to avert her gaze but found herself frozen in place, too close to move.

“Uh, Senior, I…” She suddenly felt awkward. This wasn’t her first time at Rong Qingyao’s place, but the sudden shift in their relationship left her unsure how to act.

“What’s wrong?” Rong Qingyao looked innocently clueless, completely unaware of her own teasing effect.

“I’m tired,” Luo Mijin abruptly stood up and bolted upstairs in a fluster. “I’m going to bed now. Goodnight, Senior. See you tomorrow.”

Within seconds, Luo Mijin had vanished. Rong Qingyao was almost amused by how quickly she fled, as if she were some kind of monster who might devour her.

Just you wait, this isn’t over yet.

Back in the room, even though it was already six in the morning and he hadn’t slept all night, Luo Mijin tossed and turned restlessly in bed, clutching a blanket identical to Rong Qingyao’s.

She excitedly slipped on her soft cotton shoes and paced back and forth across the floor, then forcibly calmed herself down for fear of disturbing Rong Qingyao who lived across the hall.

The guest room was arranged warmly and comfortably, filled with the fragrance of fresh flowers. A servant had prepared jasmine tea in advance, along with a small slice of lemon sea salt cake.

Luo Mijin felt she couldn’t eat anything. Staying composed had become incredibly difficult. To avoid disturbing Rong Qingyao, she decided to take another shower to cool her overheated mind.

The bath products in the bathroom were likely the same as Rong Qingyao’s – hyacinth, cedar and sandalwood, blending together into a scent reminiscent of icy oceans.

Another shower did help, though only slightly.

With her silver hair half-dried, Luo Mijin swayed unsteadily into the guest room’s gaming setup.

The computer here was a pure white high-end build, booting up with a smooth Aurora light effect. Both the graphics card and CPU configurations were top-tier.

Aimlessly, she clicked open a search engine with her mouse, wanting to watch a movie starring Rong Qingyao.

But after browsing, she worried that seeing Rong Qingyao might make her knock on the opposite door – that would be far too disruptive and embarrassing.

Getting back together for less than ten hours then immediately sleeping together? That sounded terribly improper and impolite.

She logged into WeChat and saw her sparse friend list. The second from bottom was “Fox”.

Their chat history stopped at “Hello, you are now friends and can start chatting”.

The other contacts were Rong Qingyao, her younger sister Luo Zhiwen, Lan Mingyu, Wei Xiashuang, and members of the bar band.

After much deliberation, Luo Mijin decided to greet Fox.

[Riddle: Hello.]

She hadn’t expected anyone to be awake at this hour, but Fox replied immediately after she sent the message.

[Fox: Hello, long time no chat. How are you?]

[Riddle: I’m great, really really great. Hmm, why aren’t you sleeping at this time?]

[Fox: I’m thinking about someone, so I can’t sleep. What about you?]

Reading Fox’s reply, Luo Mijin suddenly felt that old saying about “meeting an old friend in a distant land” or “fellow sufferers in this world”.

Aside from Rong Qingyao and Luo Zhiwen, this “Fox” was probably the person she could talk to most freely.

[Riddle: Actually same here. Can’t sleep because I’m thinking about someone.]

After sending this, surprisingly, five minutes passed without a reply. Just as she thought Fox had fallen asleep, the response finally came.

[Fox: Really? I can’t tell at all.]

Somehow Fox’s tone felt strangely sarcastic. Luo Mijin hoped she was overthinking it.

[Riddle: It’s true, it’s true! Fox, I have good news . I got back together with the person I’ve liked for the longest, longest time.]

Using “longest” three times showed just how exhilarated she was.

[Fox: Someone you like? You never mentioned this. How much do you like them?]

Without suspicion, Luo Mijin typed out a long reply almost without thinking.

[Riddle: Remember the first love I told you about? The one who gave me fried chicken on my birthday. Though we were apart for seven years, I never stopped thinking about her.]

[Fox: Seven years, that’s such a long time. How can you be sure it’s still love and not just dependency, habit, or gratitude?]

[Riddle: I just know. There’s no one else I could ever like besides her.]

In the master bedroom across the hall, Rong Qingyao curled up softly under the blankets, forcing herself to stay awake. When she read Luo Mijing’s words, the corners of her lips curled up.

But after smiling, her expression darkened again. She wanted nothing more than to drag Luo Mijin over and give her a good scolding. It wasn’t like they hadn’t slept together before, why was she acting so reserved now?

[Fox: Sounds like you really love your first love. That’s rare.]

[Riddle: Yeah, yeah. I only found out today that she likes me too, and that she’s been waiting for me all this time. I feel so happy all of a sudden.]

[Fox: I’m so jealous of how happy you are. The person I like has turned into a block of wood, she’s so close, yet she won’t come over to keep me company.]

[Riddle: Maybe the person you like doesn’t know you like her?]

Rong Qingyao, who had been fuming just moments ago, couldn’t help but laugh at Luo Mijing’s words, torn between amusement and exasperation.

[Fox: Maybe that’s the case. The person I like has also become a bit dense lately. So, what do you think I should do?]

[Riddle: Have you confessed to the person you like?]

Rong Qingyao let out a soft humph and quickly replied:

[Fox: Seems like I might not have confessed clearly enough.]

[Riddle: Well, good luck then. The only reason my first love and I got back together was because she confessed to me. Otherwise, I’d still be stupidly thinking she didn’t like me anymore. You could learn from her the key is sincerity.]

Gritting her teeth, Rong Qingyao typed back:

[Fox: Mhm, I’ll study hard and strive to surpass the master.]

[Riddle: No way. You’ll never surpass her, she’s the best in the world.]

For a moment, Rong Qingyao didn’t know whether to be pleased or to actually drag Luo Mijin over and lecture her.

Here she was, still struggling with her own feelings, yet she had the nerve to give “someone else” advice.

Unable to take it any longer, she sent Luo Mijin a voice message:

[Come here.]

The woman’s clear, melodious voice brushed against Luo Mijing’s eardrums. Those two short words sent a shiver through her body, and she hurriedly got out of bed, opened the door and glancing around like a thief, knocked on Rong Qingyao’s door.

The next second, Rong Qingyao’s slender, delicate waist pressed against Luo Mijing’s arm, the soft, plush curves sending an electrifying sensation through her.

“Senior, why aren’t you asleep?”

“The bed’s unfamiliar.”

Luo Mijing: “???”

“Senior, isn’t this where you usually stay?”

“Talking back again, full of nonsense.” Rong Qingyao rose on her tiptoes and lightly bit Luo Mijing’s lip. “Let’s see if you’ll keep spouting nonsense after this.”

“I… wasn’t spouting nonsense,” Luo Mijin protested, aggrieved.

“It hurts here,” Rong Qingyao tilted her chin up slightly. “You bit me too hard.”

Unable to resist, Luo Mijin gently caressed the woman’s lips, savoring their alluring softness and damp warmth. As she stroked, Rong Qingyao melted against her, their breaths mingling, her soft, kitten-like sighs barely audible.

Rong Qingyao’s slender, translucent fingers sometimes pushed Luo Mijin away, only to pull her close again.

This teasing, back-and-forth temptation was maddening. Luo Mijin nearly lost all reason and kissed her fiercely.

The white oak door of the room slammed shut with a loud “bang,” but no one could spare it any attention at that moment.

The atmosphere was thick with heat and danger. Rong Qingyao felt as though she was being kissed into weightlessness, truly falling, her entire body melting into a puddle of spring water. A tingling numbness spread from her chest downward, leaving her utterly disoriented.

“Senior, isn’t this… not good?” Luo Mijin gasped between breaths.

“Not good?”

“Yeah, like…” Luo Mijin fidgeted, her gaze lingering on the woman’s beautifully curved lips. “Isn’t this too fast? Shouldn’t we take it slower?”

Rong Qingyao clung to Luo Mijing’s shoulders, pressing kisses from the delicate tip of her ear downward, lingering along her neck, her brows, her eyes, all while mischievously twirling strands of her silver hair between her fingers. Finally, she nipped at her chin before sealing their lips together again.

“How exactly should we take it slower? Tell me.” She murmured against Luo Mijing’s lips, lazily guiding her step by step toward the bed until, inevitably, they tumbled onto the snow-white sheets.

“Like going on dates candlelit dinners, movies, traveling and taking photos together.”

“So, you’re saying you’re quite the expert in romance?”

The thin fabric between the woman’s legs was already damp, and the sheer black lace draped over her slender waist had been thoroughly rumpled.

Red wine from the bedside table had spilled onto the delicate hollow of her collarbone, the deep crimson liquid trickling down her porcelain skin.

“Just average.”

“Then go to sleep. Goodnight.” The woman’s words, seemingly chaste and proper, carried the hushed intimacy of a lover’s whisper. “I’ll miss you.”

“Now?” Luo Mijin found herself pinned to the bed, staring down at the disheveled woman beneath her, utterly bewildered. She had only been trying to discuss things with Rong Qingyao.

Seeing Luo Mijin frozen in place, Rong Qingyao decided to press her advantage, refusing to relent. She bit her lip lightly, her eyes hazy with a mix of displeasure and grievance as she murmured:

“You said it was too fast, didn’t you? Then go. Why aren’t you leaving?”

Her voice was breathy and hoarse with petulance, carrying a fragile allure that begged to be roughed up.

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