A Time-Limited Romance with Movie Queen Ex - Chapter 60.1

Luo Mijin’s fingers twisted unconsciously, her eyes vacant as they darted about, as if transported back to that sunless winter.

Every day she woke to see people moving about beneath the tower, unhurried and unbothered, polished and practiced.

Day after day, she waited for her reply. The child who delivered her letters seemed to take pity on her, sometimes bringing in a flower, a handful of soil, or even a fallen leaf from S University.

Though she knew the odds were slim, she never gave up hope, always believing Rong Qingyao would reply, if Rong Qingyao had received her letters, she would have written back.

But now Rong Qingyao was telling her in person that she had never received them. So where had that postcard, the reply she had gotten, come from?

“But I received the postcard you sent me,” Luo Mijin’s eyes reddened almost instantly, her voice growing hoarse and choked.

If not for that “postcard,” she wouldn’t have been so hopeless upon reuniting with Rong Qingyao, so consumed by self-doubt that she lacked even the courage to ask the woman for confirmation.

If not for that postcard, how could she have lost the courage to keep searching for Rong Qingyao?

Why had they deceived her?

Why had her grandfather even gone so far as to forge a postcard?

In the end, it was all because she had been too naive, too ignorant to grasp just how merciless they could be.

“It’s alright,” the woman murmured softly, covering Luo Mijin’s eyes with her palm, her tone light yet soothing. “Luo Mijin, they lied to you. The fault is theirs.”

A scalding liquid trickled through the woman’s damp, delicate palm so hot it was impossible to tell whose warmth burned more fiercely.

The secluded, deserted tree-lined path was thick with the scents of grass, gorse, ferns, and blackberries.

How long had they lingered there? A gentle breeze brushed over the lifeless earth. Perhaps a fallen petal, perhaps a withered fern, the air carried the sharp, bitter fragrance of deepening autumn.

Luo Mijin remained enveloped in the woman’s clean, crisp scent, isolated from the outside world.

All the way home, Luo Mijin nestled against Rong Qingyao like a kitten, pressing close to the comforting fragrance, drifting in a daze until they arrived.

Ordered to eat, bathe, and go to bed, it wasn’t until a warm body pressed against her back that she snapped back to awareness, struck by the woman’s curves, so vividly tangible.

“Senior?” Luo Mijin turned under the moonlight, but before she could get a clear look at Rong Qingyao, the woman’s lips met hers.

“What did you write in your letters to me?” Rong Qingyao nipped lightly at the corner of her mouth. “Love letters?”

Luo Mijin flushed instantly, stammering, “N-not exactly. I just told you I hadn’t married anyone else, that I never really meant to break up with you, and that I couldn’t find you at the airport.”

“My little Electronic Sheep was so honest back then. Why were you so silent before?” The woman propped herself up, straddling Luo Mijin’s lap, skin against skin, the sensation impossibly good.

“Senior, you’re not, not wearing.”

“Not wearing what?” Rong Qingyao leaned down, lips quirking as she gazed at Luo Mijin.

“Your friend Bai Jinhuai probably won’t come over so early tomorrow, right?”

“Hmm, probably not.” Seeing that Luo Mijin had calmed down considerably, Rong Qingyao sighed in relief and was about to lie back down when she was suddenly pulled back. “She said she needed to adjust to the time difference, so she slept the whole day.”

Luo Mijin nodded, then took the initiative to press Rong Qingyao down, wrapping her arms around the woman obediently.

“Mmm, what are you doing? How do you still have energy after crying so much today?”

“Just a little.”

Luo Mijin could feel the heat radiating from the woman’s body. Rong Qingyao was kissed and taken over and over again, her gaze unfocused, her whimpers hoarse.

She really shouldn’t have taken pity on Luo Mijin, this “ungrateful” child, and shown her concern in the first place.

“We agreed only once.”

Luo Mijin whimpered softly, about to play the pity card again, but Rong Qingyao saw right through it.

“Playing pitiful won’t work. We have things to do tomorrow, so no more…”

The woman’s tender, pristine place was now a mess, like soft, overripe rose petals, continuously overflowing with sweet, translucent nectar.

Rong Qingyao’s words were cut off mid-sentence. Luo Mijin even covered her lips once when she tried to protest, making the woman feel as if she were addicted to the pain in that moment, utterly powerless to resist.

She could only lie there limply, completely at Luo Mijin’s mercy.

The brief autumn night in their hometown seemed to melt under the heat of the woman’s body, warm and damp liquid trickling over every joint of Luo Mijin’s fingers.

In the end, Rong Qingyao barely remembered how she fell asleep, only recalling Luo Mijin whispering praises in her ear from time to time, becoming utterly disobedient. No amount of coaxing, threats, bribes, or pleading had any effect.

When she woke up past ten the next morning, Luo Mijin was refreshed and full of energy. Turning her head, she found the woman still buried deep in the snow-white sheets, fast asleep.

The ivory-blackout curtains in the room did their job perfectly, keeping out the rich autumn sunlight and vibrant colors, leaving the exhausted Rong Qingyao undisturbed.

Occasionally, the woman turned over, revealing her fair skin dotted with bruises, enough to instantly conjure images of the previous night.

Perhaps due to physical exhaustion and the complicated emotions of returning home, Luo Mijin slipped back under the covers, embracing Rong Qingyao again, and drifted back into a drowsy sleep.

At one point, the woman still weak all over, her eyes damp and red at the corners shivered faintly in her sleep the moment Luo Mijin held her.

“Luo Mijin, no more. I’m so tired and sleepy.”

This made Luo Mijin chuckle softly. She immediately began massaging Rong Qingyao’s sore waist, murmuring gently,

“No more for now, okay? Sleep first, Senior. We’ll rest together for another hour.”

Only then did Rong Qingyao settle comfortably into the crook of Luo Mijin’s neck, her jade-like skin tinged with a faint pink.

“I want a bath, but I’m so tired,” she whispered in Luo Mijin’s ear, her tone unconsciously seductive.

“Then I’ll draw the water for you. Just add a little essential oil, and you can soak right away.” Luo Mijin acted immediately, quickly getting up to prepare the bath.

“Mmm, carry me there.” Thanks to last night’s events, Rong Qingyao now ordered Luo Mijin around without a shred of guilt, even feeling tempted to tease her a little more.

However, it didn’t take long for Rong Qingyao to regret it slightly. In the bathroom, with her slender waist gripped firmly in Luo Mijin’s hand, she could only helplessly accept the other’s assistance.

Luo Mijin thoughtfully supported her, ensuring she wouldn’t lose balance in her exhausted state.

Her jet-black hair cascaded through the water, and the white dress clung to her body, outlining her perfect curves. The crystal chandelier illuminated the pool with a holy glow.

Noticing Luo Mijin’s restlessness, Rong Qingyao finally regained some clarity. “Luo Mijin, not here.”

“If not here, then we’ll go back to the bedroom,” Luo Mijin said considerately, wrapping Rong Qingyao in a dry towel and carrying her all the way from the bathroom to the bedroom.

In the hallway, they encountered Mint Candy, who had just finished breakfast and was out for a stroll.

The cat had arrived by plane just yesterday. They had expected Mint Candy to struggle with the unfamiliar environment, but the feline had adapted remarkably well. After marking the entire house with its scent, it became even more relaxed.

As Luo Mijin passed by, she glanced at Mint Candy and couldn’t resist calling out, “Little gas tank.”

The kitten lifted its round head, looking at them curiously. Once it recognized their scent, it let out an enthusiastic “meow” and pounced over, putting on its most ingratiating display.

It rolled around at their feet, exposing its white belly and wiggling back and forth. When both of them ignored it, the kitten let out a series of angry meows.

It then trailed behind Luo Mijin, determined to beg for food as usual, but was abruptly shut out by the swiftly closed door. Frustrated, it began scratching at the door with its paws.

“Luo Mijin, I need to get up. There’s still so much to do. We can tonight.” Inside the room, the sound of the kitten scratching incessantly at the door made the woman’s usually cool face flush red as she tried to negotiate with Luo Mijin.

“Okay.”

“Good girl.”

After being praised by Rong Qingyao, Luo Mijin burrowed back under the covers, revealing only her large, pitifully watery eyes as she gazed at Rong Qingyao.

“What’s wrong?” Rong Qingyao couldn’t resist that look and softened her voice.

Luo Mijin turned her face away, on the verge of tears. “It’s nothing…”

“Tell me.”

“It’s just so many people called you ‘wife’ during those seven years, and I didn’t even know…”

Even though Luo Mijin was a terrible actress, and even though Rong Qingyao knew she was pretending, the sight of her looking dejected made Rong Qingyao surrender immediately.

Originally about to get dressed and leave, the woman instead returned to kneel at the edge of the snow-white bed, her long skirt revealing glimpses of porcelain-like skin. She gently embraced Luo Mijin and asked soothingly,

“What would make you feel better?”

“A hug.” Luo Mijin’s eyes sparkled, instantly betraying her ulterior motives.

“Luo Mijin, you’re pushing your luck,” Rong Qingyao scolded with a glare, but seeing the pitiful kitten-eyed look, she sighed and turned her flushed face away. “Don’t go as deep as last night, and don’t take so long.”

The sensations had come in waves, each more overwhelming than the last, soft flesh trembling around slender, jade-like fingers, dripping uncontrollably.

“I can’t really promise that, senior,” Luo Mijin dropped the act, speaking shamelessly.

“Luo Mijin, Jin Huai is supposed to… visit the school with us today. Mmm, stop that.”

“But isn’t she jet-lagged? She won’t be up until afternoon.”

“Hmm… have you even checked the time? Don’t go so deep…”

Luo Mijin glanced up at the vintage metal wall clock, which had just struck 10:35. A rough calculation told her there was still enough time, they could even have lunch and take a nap afterward.

“Senior, if you’re too weak later, I can feed you. There’s a restaurant here that makes an excellent red date chicken soup very nourishing.” Luo Mijin even began listing dishes, detailing which ones were particularly delicious. “The grain and fish maw congee seems low in calories, and I think they also make an authentic Buddha Jumps Over the Wall… Let me call and reserve, have them deliver in an hour.”

“Let’s just go out to eat… Stop it.”

The person behind her paid no attention to Rong Qingyao’s muffled protests and pleas, continuing tirelessly in her demands. The woman, who had already reached her limit multiple times, was flushed and damp with sweat, her hair clinging to her skin. After enduring several hundred more thrusts, she finally collapsed completely.

The freshly changed sheets from this morning were once again drenched, making Luo Mijin sigh inwardly.

Dazed and barely conscious, Rong Qingyao still swayed faintly in response, surrendering to Luo Mijin’s control.

A few minutes later, Rong Qingyao gradually regained some awareness. She turned, tear stains still fresh on her face, and demanded to be held, her voice soft and coquettish. “You’re awful… You never keep your word.”

“Actually, Senior, I think we could skip the S University tour this afternoon and go tomorrow instead.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“What reason would you give Jinhuai for rescheduling? She almost found out about us yesterday.”

“…Right.”

Rong Qingyao bit her lip, glaring at Luo Mijin through tear-filled eyes, but before she could retaliate, the other woman mischievously invited yet another guest inside, leaving her limp and powerless in Luo Mijin’s arms.

It was as if they had returned to that summer, a gift from the heavens.

A summer unlike any before, brimming with strength and radiance, temptation and allure, as intoxicating as the passion that now enveloped them.

The beauty nestled against Luo Mijin’s shoulder, her cheeks flushed, breathing softly. A few loose strands of hair slipped down, and her snow-white skin bore fresh marks at the slightest pressure.

The scent of her clean, like freshly fallen snow lingered in the air. Luo Mijin knew Rong Qingyao was utterly exhausted and finally relented, dutifully tending to her afterward.

Her fingers combed through the woman’s thick black hair, soothing her with gentle strokes, her eyes filled with satisfaction.

By the time they left the bedroom again, it was already past noon. Luo Mijin had long since ordered lunch and now busied herself arranging the dishes.

The table was set with an assortment of delicate side dishes modest in portion but varied along with a specially ordered fish maw, abalone, and pork bone soup, and a small slice of mango cheesecake.

Rong Qingyao sat curled in Luo Mijin’s lap, their bodies pressed tightly together. Her consciousness flickered between lucidity and haze, her form pliant and boneless against Luo Mijin, her lips and the corners of her eyes a vivid red.

Anyone who saw this scene would struggle to suppress their possessiveness. Luo Mijin couldn’t resist occasionally rubbing her thumb over the woman’s slightly swollen lips.

“Senior, eat first. We’ll still make it to the campus tour this afternoon, there are three whole days, after all.”

Rong Qingyao shot her an exasperated look. “Put me down. Don’t touch me.”

“Alright then,” Luo Mijin conceded, knowing she was at fault, and obediently placed Rong Qingyao back onto the nearby soft chair before eagerly serving soup. “Senior, have some soup first. Let me serve you some dishes.”

Rong Qingyao couldn’t help but chide her, “I don’t need you. I can do it myself.”

“Oh really?” Luo Mijin expressed doubt, handing the chopsticks directly to Rong Qingyao. As expected, she saw the woman’s hands trembling weakly, unable to exert any strength.

“Fine, you do it,” Rong Qingyao gave up, pursing her lips. “You’ll take care of it for the next few days.”

“Gladly,” Luo Mijin replied, her eyes crinkling with a smile, clearly pleased.

After Luo Mijin fed Rong Qingyao several bites of honey-glazed cod, the woman softly protested, “Luo Mijin, no more. I can’t eat anymore.”

“You barely ate anything yesterday. Have a little more of this soup and some fish congee, or you won’t have enough energy to tour the campus this afternoon.”

Rong Qingyao whined weakly, “But I really don’t want to eat anymore. I can’t.”

“Senior,” Luo Mijin reached out and lightly touched Rong Qingyao’s abdomen, saying seriously, “You’re underestimating yourself. You can eat more.”

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