A Time-Limited Romance with Movie Queen Ex - Chapter 61.1

Luo Mijin was about to agree without hesitation when she suddenly realized she had almost fallen into Rong Qingyao’s trap again.

“How can I trust you?” The pristine letter spun twice between Luo Mijin’s fingertips before fluttering down like snow onto the dark brown wooden desk. “I always feel like you’re especially good at deception, Senior.”

“How could I ever deceive you?”

“Back when we studied together, you always tricked me into solving junior-year problems.”

“But you did so well,” the woman said, her eyes wide with innocence, her voice clear and melodious. “Isn’t that right?”

Luo Mijin lowered her lashes slightly, looking at Rong Qingyao, who had already nestled into her arms.

In this position, the woman appeared fragile and slender, resting quietly and seductively against Luo Mijin’s shoulder, her body’s curves as white as snow-covered hills.

Her delicate shoulders and neck tapered downward, narrowing into a slender waist with deep dimples visible at her lower back. Her long, raven-black hair cascaded freely, the stark contrast of snow-white and pitch-black enhancing her mesmerizing beauty.

“Senior, you also lied to me before, making me think you didn’t want to watch my performance at all,” Luo Mijin recalled, both embarrassed and indignant, remembering how she had once invited Rong Qingyao to watch her play the drums.

Though she couldn’t stay angry at Rong Qingyao, she couldn’t afford to lose face either. This woman had been keeping secrets ever since the engagement!

Today, she absolutely had to throw a little tantrum.

“That was just your misunderstanding.”

“Then tell me, have you deceived me about anything else? No hiding anything.”

Rong Qingyao placed her hands on Luo Mijin’s shoulders and blinked softly. “Only that one thing.”

The remaining stack of neatly arranged letters rustled in the strong wind, eerily reminiscent of the sound of flipping test papers during study hall.

Luo Mijin quickly skimmed through the contents, recalling how she had specifically told “Fox” that her favorite foods were fried chicken and cola.

How was that any different from confessing directly to Rong Qingyao?

The woman gazed at Luo Mijin with pitiful eyes, her long, beautiful lashes glistening with unshed tears, her voice soft and pleading. “Luo Mijin, do you really not trust me anymore?”

“It’s not that,” Luo Mijin conceded slightly.

“I used Fox’s identity to talk to you because I missed you so much. You were always so distant with me.”

“That’s because I thought you were engaged. I thought you had fallen for someone else,” Luo Mijin muttered under her breath. “And I mentioned in the letters how you gave me fried chicken and cola as a birthday gift.”

Unexpectedly, Rong Qingyao turned the tables, dredging up old grievances one by one.

“But you were the one who left me first. You were the one who broke up with me. That day, I even left work early to watch a movie and a concert with you.”

At first, she had only brought it up to “win” against Luo Mijin, but as she spoke, the loneliness and fear of returning to an empty, dark home never seeing Luo Mijin again, overwhelmed her.

The carpet in the study was embroidered with layered peonies, their outlines deepened by the night’s shadows.

The woman had changed into a fitted, dark-red silk nightgown, her face as pale as ever, her lips and the corners of her eyes tinged with rouge, making her look like a blood-red, alluring spring flower blooming on a secluded cliff.

Noticing Rong Qingyao’s unusual demeanor, Luo Mijin also grew serious, gently brushing aside the strands of hair by the woman’s temple. “Senior, it’s all in the past. I won’t break up with you, I’d rather die than do that. If I ever break this promise.”

“Stop talking nonsense,” Rong Qingyao pressed a finger to Luo Mijin’s lips, her dark eyes filled with solemn light. “Even if we really did break up, I’d still want you to be well.”

“We won’t break up!” Luo Mijin stubbornly repeated, emphasizing each word. “Senior, we won’t break up.”

“Mm, we’ll never be apart again. But what I mean is, no matter what happens, I want you to live a good life. Only if you’re well can I be happy, do you understand?” Though her eyes were still misty, Rong Qingyao was the first to comfort this stubborn child.

Luo Mijin gazed into the woman’s eyes, which seemed to burn with an inextinguishable fire, a warmth destined solely for her from the moment they met.

“I understand, Senior.”

If Rong Qingyao wasn’t doing well, she would feel as miserable as death. But the joy of reunion felt too fleeting, too unreal. Every morning she woke up fearing it was just time playing a cruel joke on her.

Afraid she’d wake to see the tower, the thick fog, the hopelessness and endless corrective treatments.

“Senior, do you think the address where we lived together later was also leaked to my grandfather by that Madam Cen?” Luo Mijin suddenly began analyzing seriously, speaking with conviction. “Before I escaped, Grandfather definitely didn’t know about us, or he would’ve acted sooner. It must’ve been that Madam Cen’s doing.”

“Luo Mijin, do you ever want to see your grandfather again?”

“I don’t know,” Luo Mijin’s gaze grew heavy as mist, sighing softly. “Grandfather forced me to get engaged to that grandson of Elder Yuan. If I refused,  he said he’d ruin your future. I couldn’t let your dreams be destroyed because of me you worked so hard, you’re so outstanding. I think I don’t want to see Grandfather. He’s family, an elder, but he doesn’t love me at all.”

Rong Qingyao could guess the rest without hearing it, Luo Mijin had compromised because of her. This foolish child thought if she gave in, her powerful grandfather would show mercy.

Little did she know her grandfather was far too cunning, never intending to spare them in the slightest.

Knowing this was Luo Mijin’s emotional knot hence why she kept bringing it up, Rong Qingyao leaned forward to embrace her, gently pinching her ears and stroking her hair before half-lying against her, hand over her heart, their pulses resonating.

She whispered comfortingly:

“It’s alright. I told you before, didn’t I? I’m doing perfectly fine now. All my dreams came true, I even unexpectedly entered the entertainment industry and gained so many fans. And now I’m wealthy and influential too. There’s nothing to regret or grieve over.”

“Then I pretended to agree with Grandfather, told you we were breaking up. I planned to escape during the engagement ceremony when everyone let their guard down and come find you. I even asked classmates about your flight details abroad, but when I got to the airport, I couldn’t find you.”

“But we’ve found each other now,” Rong Qingyao sighed inwardly. When Luo Mijin went to the airport searching for her, she’d probably still been hospitalized their paths were fated to cross no matter what.

Yet her heart that shattered and mended heart, grew warmer and more whole as she fully realized how Luo Mijin had always thrown herself into danger for her sake.

“I think it’s all my fault. If I had resisted Grandpa with all my might.”

The woman interrupted Luo Mijin, her gaze tender as water. “It’s not your fault. Your grandfather would never have let things go so easily, right?”

There was no need to tell this foolish child that Grandpa Luo Anbang had long decided to target her. She didn’t want Luo Mijin’s love for her to be tinged with even the faintest hint of guilt.

She didn’t need that. She only wanted Luo Mijin to be happier when they were together.

Luo Mijin cried for a while, her delicate, pretty face now smudged like a little kitten’s. The woman took off her cashmere shawl and used it to wipe away Luo Mijin’s tears.

Her slender fingers, cool and fragrant with a hint of rain-soaked greenery, traced the contours of the girl’s features as if sketching them from memory.

The deep red cashmere shawl carried the woman’s warmth and scent, brushing hastily over Luo Mijin’s cheeks before drifting lower, enveloping her long, elegant fingers like delicate fan ribs.

It felt like a seductive suggestion.

“Senior, this smells like you.”

“I know, mm—” The woman’s response was cut short as Luo Mijin seized her wrist.

Luo Mijin kissed her, lips pressing together, tongues entwining, drinking in her sweetness until passion overtook them completely.

Luo Mijin lifted the woman and laid her on the bed, pressing down without the need for further preparation.

“Luo Mijin,” Rong Qingyao quickly tried to stop her, her damp eyes pleading. “I want to sleep.”

“But didn’t you say I could punish you however I wanted?”

Rong Qingyao sighed inwardly this child had an annoyingly good memory. Her moist eyes shimmered with a silent plea for mercy.

“But no one can handle three days in a row. We can continue tomorrow or the day after. We need to rest.”

“Fine, we’ll rest for now,” Luo Mijin agreed, seemingly reasonable, and even changed the subject. “What do you think it would be like if we lived in a time when same-sex marriage was allowed?”

Rong Qingyao momentarily forgot about “resisting.” The stray strands of hair half-veiled her delicate face, giving her a fragile, untouchable allure.

If they hadn’t been discovered, she might have smoothly pursued her master’s and doctoral degrees at S University perhaps entering academia, or joining a top-tier company early.

During their student years, she and Luo Mijin would have had more time together. They might even have studied under the same advisor, remaining senior and junior sisters.

With her support, Luo Mijin could have pursued her passions more freely, whether chess or music and visited Luo Zhiwen in L City more often.

Living together would have been inevitable. They could have afforded a better place, where Luo Mijin wouldn’t have to worry about sudden internet outages during online chess tournaments, or freezing winters with no electricity, leaving them huddled together for warmth.

But there were no “ifs.” The seven years of separation were a regret, yet also a blessing in disguise.

“What do you think it would be like?” the woman asked softly.

Luo Mijin smiled, lost in thought. “On the second morning at the hotel, I might have proposed to you right then.”

Just then, a gust of wind blew in, carrying with it a flurry of vibrant pink petals from the balcony, their fragrance intoxicating. Rong Qingyao suppressed a sigh, merely curving the corners of her lips. “You’re right.”

With Luo Mijin’s straightforward and naive nature, if they had a one-night stand and crossed that line, the first words out of her mouth the next morning would undoubtedly be a sudden, thoughtless marriage proposal giving no time for consideration or reaction.

“But you would definitely reject me, Senior,” Luo Mijin continued, unable to suppress a laugh. “You’d say you’d never date me, let alone marry me.”

She imagined how the woman must have looked that first time in the hotel, cool and aloof as always, polite and considerate yet distant, pristine and beautiful, impossible not to be drawn to.

“Who said that? You’re so adorable, of course I’d consider it. How could I be so heartless as to reject you outright?”

“You were exactly that heartless back then.”

“You’re making things up again, how annoying,” Rong Qingyao protested coyly, but before she could say more, Luo Mijin pinned her to the bed under the pretense of having “rested enough,” deepening the kiss with each passing second.

A simple kiss was enough to sharpen their senses, drawing them deeper into desire with every pleasurable touch.

Without needing to do much, the slightest contact would make the woman’s long, slender legs go weak, her entire body melting like water.

“No way you can’t fool me,” Luo Mijin murmured, patiently preparing her while reminiscing. “Don’t you remember how seriously you emphasized that we wouldn’t have any kind of relationship when you first tutored me?”

“Mmm, that was because we weren’t close yet. Back then, I, uh was only focused on studying,” Rong Qingyao weakly retorted, her consciousness flickering between clarity and dissolution, rationality slipping further away.

“And now you’re only focused on work,” Luo Mijin added, glancing down at the woman beneath her eyes unfocused, tears glistening at the corners before nodding solemnly. “Seems like you’ve always been my role model, Senior.”

Feeling Luo Mijin’s teasing cruelty, Rong Qingyao wanted nothing more than to kick her out of the room, but she was utterly powerless, pinned beneath the other’s fingers as they moved deliberately now deep, now shallow, now fast, now slow.

“Don’t bring up the past especially not now.”

“Fine, I won’t say another word. Senior, hold on tight, don’t fall.”

Hearing Luo Mijin’s casual warning, Rong Qingyao turned to glare at her, only to be pressed down the next moment, her trembling legs forced to bear the weight.

“Senior, how are you so good at this?” Luo Mijin gasped, struggling to move her fingers against the overwhelming tightness.

Flushed and biting her lip, Rong Qingyao surfaced briefly from her daze only to hear such shameless words, she wished she could cover Luo Mijin’s mouth.

Under the moonlight, the full-length mirror in the room cast a hazy reflection, the cold glow outlining their swaying figures their mingled breaths, soft cries, and whispered confessions overlapping in the dimness.

“Luo Mijin, can we just talk for a bit? I’ll talk about anything you want.”

Her voice was hoarse, textured with exhaustion, her face lowered half hidden in shadow, the other half etched in chiaroscuro by the bright moon above.

Luo Mijin nodded with an air of seriousness, her tone full of agreement. “Alright, you start a topic first, and I’ll definitely keep up.”

“I told you to stop so we can have a proper conversation.”

“Oh, okay. I am having a proper conversation with you.”

Luo Mijin could clearly feel the softness of the other’s skin, the steadily rising body temperature, and the faint or intense, brief or prolonged tremors.

Though her words sounded perfectly compliant, she was far from following Rong Qingyao’s request. In fact, she was only getting worse.

“I heard you’ve been learning to play the drums. You can play for me sometime, senior.”

The woman let out a weak, kitten-like whimper. “Stop mocking me. You know very well I could never get the hang of it.”

“Maybe you just didn’t practice enough? More practice would definitely help.”

“I don’t want to learn,” Rong Qingyao managed to mutter, her thoughts muddled but still sharp enough to recognize Luo Mijin’s mischief.

If Luo Mijin had any good intentions, she would have obediently gone to sleep with her instead of clinging to her like this, relentless and insatiable.

“Could it be that your stamina is just too poor, senior?” Luo Mijin gloated shamelessly. “I’ll have to take you out for more exercise in the future.”

After being subtly and not-so-subtly teased, the woman had no strength left to resist, completely at Luo Mijin’s mercy, without even a chance to beg for mercy.

Though it was still autumn, the heat between the trees that night was unexpectedly overwhelming, lingering for a long time before finally beginning to fade.

By noon, the ringing of a phone in the bedroom startled them. Luo Mijin swiftly reached for it and, after checking the caller ID, answered with relief.

“Hello, this is Luo Mijin.”

“Qingyao, I’ll be there soon!, ” Bai Jinhuai paused, not bothering to question why Luo Mijin had picked up Rong Qingyao’s call. “Anyway, I’m almost at your place. I’ll just let myself in when I arrive.”

“Alright, there’s black tea in the living room if you’d like some,” Luo Mijin replied, vaguely recalling the basics of hospitality.

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