A Time-Limited Romance with Movie Queen Ex - Chapter 55.1

Seeing Luo Mijin holding a pen and staring at her intently, Rong Qingyao curled her lips. “Little junior, you’re not scared, are you?”

Normally, reverse psychology had no effect on Luo Mijin, but this was in front of Rong Qingyao. Even if it was a trap, she was willing to jump in without hesitation.

“Of course I dare to play. I’ve been paying attention in class, and you’ve taught me too.”

“It’s fine if you haven’t been studying seriously. You can just say so—worst case, you’ll just have to make up for it with extra homework.”

“I can do it.”

“My Luo Mijin is so amazing,” Rong Qingyao reached out to smooth Luo Mijin’s hair, feigning seriousness as she posed a reasonable question. “Since you’re so confident, what do you think should happen if you answer wrong?”

“There’s a punishment too?” Luo Mijin asked tentatively.

“Rewards and penalties must be clear. Are you scared now?”

“No.”

“Then if I take off my clothes, you have to take off yours too.”

“But I’m wearing very little, and you’re wearing way more than me.” Luo Mijin looked down at her thin short-sleeved shirt and long pants, then at Rong Qingyao’s layered outfit a jacket, a blouse, and even a little scarf her expression full of conflict.

“Then just make sure you don’t answer wrong. My Mijin can definitely do it,” Rong Qingyao teased, idly adjusting Luo Mijin’s white collar, tousled by the night breeze.

Luo Mijin clutched her clothes tightly. In her eighteen years of life, she had never encountered a situation like this.

“I… I need to think about it…”

“This is only fair, right?” The woman calmly straddled Luo Mijin’s lap, their soft skin touching, sending an undeniable tingling sensation through them. “Do you really need to think about something as serious as studying?”

“Studying, Is this really studying?” Luo Mijin questioned Rong Qingyao with her eyes.

The woman nodded nonchalantly. “This is positive reinforcement for you. Science has proven it effective. If you don’t believe me, you can look it up.”

“I guess that makes sense…”

Rong Qingyao remained seated on Luo Mijin’s lap, flipping through a thick textbook with an air of ease. The scent of ink and knowledge wafted from the pages, her gaze shifting with a bewitching allure.

“Come on, answer me quickly.”

The woman pressed against Luo Mijin’s chest, soft and pliant, her warm breath lingering between their skin. Luo Mijin’s body heated up, her face flushing crimson.

“But… but what if you deliberately ask questions from third-year material? I haven’t learned any of that yet. How could I answer?” Luo Mijin pouted pitifully. “Senior, I think you’re really good at cheating.”

Rong Qingyao’s delicate brows, like distant mountains, furrowed almost imperceptibly. Seeing that Luo Mijin wasn’t taking the bait, she softened her tone.

“Then you set the scope of the questions. I’ll listen to you.”

“Really?” Luo Mijin turned her head, eyeing Rong Qingyao suspiciously.

The woman took Luo Mijin’s hand, playing with it absentmindedly—sometimes pressing her lips to it, sometimes tossing it away.

Luo Mijin’s hand was pale as cold jade, her fingers slender and well-defined. Rong Qingyao toyed with it patiently for a full minute. “Well, Luo Mijin, you’re not scared of these terms, are you? Or do you not trust me?”

At the last sentence, the woman deliberately shot Luo Mijin a reproachful glance, prompting Luo Mijin to straighten up and pull Rong Qingyao into her arms, murmuring softly that she absolutely did trust her.

“Then test me from these two textbooks. You can give me calculation problems, but I’ll be a bit slow at them.” Luo Mijin felt slightly guilty because she had major issues with numbers, even if her formulas and reasoning were correct, she often misread the numbers she was supposed to input.

Rong Qingyao nodded. “As you wish.”

The first question Rong Qingyao gave was very simple, almost like a consolation prize, but to her surprise, Luo Mijin refused to accept it.

“Senior, you can’t go easy on me!”

“So full of spirit, Luo Mijin? I like that,” Rong Qingyao chuckled softly, her eyes half-lidded, thinking to herself that the fish had taken the bait. “But if you get it wrong, you really will have to take off a piece of clothing. I always keep my word.”

“Mm, I’m ready,” Luo Mijin clenched her hands, her delicate face serious.

This made Rong Qingyao cover her mouth in amusement. “Why so nervous? It’s not like I’m going to eat you.”

Luo Mijin: “…”

She averted her gaze, thinking that if the woman weren’t sitting on her lap right now, her words might have been more convincing.

From then on, Rong Qingyao maintained her gentle, beautiful smile while posing increasingly bizarre and merciless questions.

“Wrong,” she said sharply, her gaze piercing. Fully dressed, she even stood up to make it easier for Luo Mijin to fold her clothes and place them on the desk.

After two or three more questions, Luo Mijin fell into deep thought, clutching the last of her undergarments pitifully as she looked at Rong Qingyao. “Senior… can I keep this last piece on?”

“You can keep it, but…” Rong Qingyao feigned consideration, deliberately drawing out her words, her raven-feather lashes fluttering as if brushing against Luo Mijin’s heart.

“But what?” Luo Mijin felt uneasy. Before they started dating, she had no idea Rong Qingyao could be this wicked.

“But if you get the answer wrong, there has to be some punishment. It’s the only way to motivate you to improve.” Rong Qingyao leaned down, her fair fingers lightly twirling a strand of Luo Mijin’s hair. “How about I change the punishment?”

“What punishment?”

“If you can’t answer, it must mean you weren’t paying attention in class.” Rong Qingyao leisurely studied Luo Mijin, her long fingers trailing from the corner of her eye, over her brows, cheeks, and nose, finally resting on her soft lips. “One of these must be misbehaving. I’ll just have to discipline it later.”

Before Luo Mijin could ask for specifics, Rong Qingyao gave her no chance—the next question’s difficulty skyrocketed again.

“Senior, isn’t this a third-year question.” Before she could finish, Rong Qingyao silenced her with a kiss.

“Are you here to study or to chatter?” The woman’s voice held a threat, though her eyes shimmered with playful mischief.

“Mmm… but I don’t know this one, and you’re cheating again…”

Rong Qingyao nipped at Luo Mijin’s lips and murmured, “I’m your teacher now. No backtalk.”

“Can’t answer this one, can you?” Her voice turned stern, though a faint blush lingered at the corners of her eyes.

Luo Mijin whimpered like a small animal, powerless against Rong Qingyao’s tyranny.

“You’re cheating,” she protested weakly.

“Seems like this one’s being naughty.” Rong Qingyao tapped Luo Mijin’s lips, smirking as she pretended to deliberate. “It’ll have to be sealed shut.”

Luo Mijin watched helplessly as the woman elegantly and seductively removed the black shoulder strap, holding it in her delicate, pale hand, slowly moving closer to her.

“Don’t struggle. The more you struggle, the tighter I’ll tie it,” Rong Qingyao knelt beside Luo Mijin, gently stroking her chin with one hand. “Open your mouth.”

Luo Mijin obediently parted her lips slightly as the black strap began at her lips, looped behind her head, and was tied into a perfect bow.

The woman lightly flicked the fastened strap and smiled tenderly. “See? It doesn’t even stop you from speaking.”

With her mouth bound, every time Luo Mijin spoke, she would bite down on the black strap, tasting its faint, elusive fragrance. The thought that this strap had once supported those soft, snowy curves made her breath hitch.

“Senior… you’re just bullying me,” Luo Mijin protested, her words muffled.

“I’m your teacher now, guiding you in your studies. How is that bullying? Or is it that your thoughts are wandering somewhere they shouldn’t?”

Backlit, the halo around the woman blurred her silhouette, her porcelain-white jawline delicate, her red lips slightly curved.

The angle, looking down from above, added an icy, untouchable aura to her. Her long, thick lashes and deep-set eyes made even this unforgiving angle breathtakingly beautiful.

Luo Mijin was momentarily dazed by her beauty. To avoid being caught staring, she deliberately turned her head away in feigned displeasure.

“Alright,” Rong Qingyao tugged on the black strap, pulling Luo Mijin back, coaxing her softly. “You’ll definitely get the next question right.”

Whether the answer was correct or not was entirely under Rong Qingyao’s control. She knew exactly how to balance reward and punishment, keeping Luo Mijin hooked.

“What if I get it wrong?” Luo Mijin worried that Rong Qingyao might tie her hands next.

Despite her usual gentle, ethereal demeanor, the woman had an undeniable controlling streak.

“If you get it right, I’ll reward you by letting you unbutton my shirt?”

Rong Qingyao’s shirt was always buttoned to the top. Luo Mijin’s hands trembled as she undid the buttons one by one, revealing the black lingerie missing one of its straps.

The soft, porcelain curves and the rosy peaks beneath the black fabric were barely concealed, teasingly visible.

Like a delicate rose petal resting on milk pudding, tempting one to pluck it, to savor it slowly on the tongue, leaving nothing untouched.

Luo Mijin gazed at the half-undressed woman, drinking in the scorching beauty. The restless night breeze rustled the textbook pages on the table.

Whatever knowledge they had been reviewing earlier was long forgotten.

Rong Qingyao’s body grew sensitive under Luo Mijin’s touch, quickly turning pliant and damp.

Unable to resist, Luo Mijin reached out, only to be playfully stopped by Rong Qingyao’s coquettish scolding. “Luo Mijin, getting ahead of yourself after just two correct answers?”

“But Senior, you cheated! The questions I got wrong were all from third-year material,” Luo Mijin protested, the strap around her lips occasionally tugged by Rong Qingyao’s teasing fingers, making speech difficult. Her mind grew feverish, and before Rong Qingyao could finish reading the next question, she pressed forward, pinning her down.

Rong Qingyao’s eyes welled up with overwhelmed tears. “Luo Mijin, you answered wrong. The punishment isn’t over yet—stop… don’t.”

The woods outside were hazy, the moonlight as pure as magnolia blossoms. Luo Mijin suddenly recalled a philosophical question she had once read: Is desire merely a projection of narcissism?

She couldn’t refuse, because at this moment she was consumed by an overwhelming, almost fatal desire for the woman, as if the dark tides of her life cycle had completely receded—she was dying and being reborn simultaneously.

The woman felt an unbearable fullness spreading inch by inch, accompanied by a faint trace of pain. She sensed Luo Mijin carefully slowing down.

“Senior, I already wrote the internship assignment once and submitted it to Professor Wang.”

“Mmm, I know. I’ll rewrite it for you later. Luo Mijin, you’re so stingy.”

Every time Rong Qingyao called her that in moments like these, her body would tremble and soften involuntarily.

“Don’t you have to prepare your graduate school materials? Won’t this be too much trouble?”

Hearing this, Rong Qingyao shot Luo Mijin a weak, reproachful glance. “You know I don’t have much time, yet you still exhaust me like this?”

Soft flesh tightly wrapped around that small intrusion, trembling and clenching, tracing the contours of Luo Mijin’s fingers, intensifying the sensory stimulation.

“Then I’ll go slower.” Luo Mijin obediently eased her rhythm, only to make the torment even more unbearable.

“Stop moving, ah, Luo Mijin, where did you learn this?”

Her voice came out unintentionally sweet and coquettish, startling even Rong Qingyao herself. Her face flushed, and the moisture in her eyes welled up again.

“I didn’t learn it on purpose,” Luo Mijin answered with unusual sincerity, like a model student who could extrapolate knowledge, apply it flexibly, and solve problems through keen observation. “I just noticed you seemed to like it.”

“Shut up, I don’t like it. Don’t move.”

The woman’s delicate complaint made Luo Mijin obediently freeze in place, but the unbearable sensation only surged forward like an unreasonable tide, leaving Rong Qingyao with no choice but to beg softly in the end.

As a result, Luo Mijin’s excessive obedience only made it even more agonizing.

“Luo Mijin, I want it. Harder.”

The woman’s bone-melting voice carried a faint, teasing temptation. Before the words even fully left her lips, the rhythm grew fiercer.

Outside the window, the stars in the night sky glittered brightly. A soft breeze drifted by, and larks—or perhaps some other birds, circled gently in the silent expanse.

At some point during the process, someone accidentally pressed the play button for an English listening exam. Under the quiet, cool moonlight and lamplight, the crisp, fluent voice of an English speaker vibrated through the small second-floor room.

If one only listened to the audio, they might have mistaken this for a serious study session.

The woman’s smooth, porcelain-like back was covered in marks from their passion. Overwhelmed, she slumped over the desk, only to find a large dark stain soaking through the notebook beneath her.

The homework spread out earlier had gotten wet—half of it was the assignment Rong Qingyao had been helping Luo Mijin with.

“Luo Mijin, it’s all your fault,” Rong Qingyao said, both embarrassed and annoyed, her face flushed. “I won’t help you with your homework next time.”

“What’s wrong?” Luo Mijin also noticed the mess on the desk and pursed her lips sheepishly. “Then I’ll rewrite it myself.”

“Hmph. Luo Mijin, I’m never helping you with homework again.”

“Okay, okay, you don’t have to.” Luo Mijin smiled warmly, soothing Rong Qingyao.

They had classes the next afternoon, but the two of them slept in until eleven before rushing to get up. Rong Qingyao was still exhausted, barely able to open her eyes, her body covered in traces from the night before.

Luo Mijin helped the woman dress, covering the marks while absently recalling last night—how she had gripped the woman’s neck, caressing and lingering, forcing her to tilt her head back high, like admiring an exquisite, delicate jade hairpin.

**

In the afternoon, as Luo Mijin headed home after class, the weather shifted from sunny to overcast, hinting at impending rain.

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