Achieving A Happy Ending With The Tragic Female Lead [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 66

Guan Yue could feel Su Mi’s fingertips stroking her back. It was a bit itchy, though not unbearable, and soon stopped at a specific spot.

For some reason, during that brief pause, she felt as if her heartbeat had skipped a beat.

She looked up at Su Mi, whose lips were about to press against her own, and caught a fleeting glimmer of a smile in the other woman’s eyes, so fast she thought she had imagined it.

Most of Su Mi’s movements on her back were hidden, even from the camera lens. She gently rubbed a certain spot, and the corners of her tightly pressed lips curled slightly, almost imperceptibly.

Found it.

As their lips met, Su Mi parted Guan Yue’s lips, grazing her petal soft mouth before delivering the red wine from her own mouth to the other.

The liquid that Guan Yue couldn’t catch trickled down the seam where they were pressed together. The red liquid dropped into the water with a “thud,” blooming into a faint crimson before instantly dissipating without a trace.

But soon, more droplets slid down their jaws, leaving trails of wine stains on their skin.

The pale red liquid slid past Guan Yue’s throat, making her instinctively want to swallow.

Su Mi’s hand was still wrapped around Guan Yue’s neck, and her palm inevitably felt the motion of the swallow.

Su Mi’s long eyelashes lowered slightly, her cold aura gradually softening. She wanted to feel more of Guan Yue’s reactions to her actions.

Reactions that were vivid, warm, and alive.

In the next moment, Guan Yue’s slender hand emerged from the water to grip the edge of the bathtub, her knuckles turning white as warm water droplets continuously fell from her fingertips.

“Cut!”

The director’s voice sounded like heavenly music to Guan Yue’s ears, rescuing her from the depths of her distress.

Only then did Su Mi reluctantly let go. Her breath was somewhat ragged, but she remained hovering over Guan Yue, her hands not leaving for a second.

At this moment, Guan Yue looked like a swan emerging from the water, fingertips trembling, eyelids fluttering, bathed in a fragile beauty.

Both of their breaths were unsteady, and their pale lips were now a deep, ripe red, appearing dark and ambiguous under the studio lights.

Eventually, Guan Yue was the first to yield. She lowered her eyes to avoid Su Mi’s gaze, reached out to push against her shoulder, and whispered, “You… get up.”

Sitting on the edge of the tub, Su Mi stared at her fixedly, her throat bobbing slightly in the dim light. She slowly stood up, withdrawing her hand, and whether intentional or not, her finger brushed against Guan Yue’s hand on the rim.

She was rewarded with a glare from Guan Yue that wasn’t particularly fierce; it looked more like a pout of annoyance.

By then, the director had walked over with the script and stopped beside them.

“The feeling just now was actually quite good. You two probably hadn’t loosened up earlier, so it felt like something was missing, but the latter half was much better,” the director said, frowning. “However, Teacher Guan, the script calls for a process of resistance. This process is very important; we can’t ignore it.”

Guan Yue nodded gently as she listened, her fingers unconsciously picking at the edge of the tub.

It was indeed Guan Yue’s oversight. When Su Mi kissed her, her brain had turned to mush, she had completely forgotten what she was supposed to do.

It was unprofessional.

“As for Teacher Su,” the director rubbed his forehead, seemingly searching for the right words, “everything else was fine, but your kissing seemed a bit rushed. The sense of aggression was there, but the core essence of this character is still gentle.”

“Okay, I understand,” Su Mi nodded.

Director: “Alright, that’s all I have to say. Both of you are excellent. Let’s find that feeling again, and it will be perfect.”

Since Su Mi’s clothes were soaked, the director called the costume designer to help her change.

To save time, Su Mi changed out of her wet pajamas right on set. She was wearing a long camisole underneath; though it was slightly damp, it wouldn’t show once she put on a jacket.

Seeing Su Mi’s arms after she took off her top, the costume designer smiled and said, “Teacher Su, it looks like you work out regularly.”

Su Mi gave a brief acknowledgment: “Mhm.”

The original owner of this body had previously starred in a martial arts film by a famous director. It had many fight scenes, and the director insisted that actors perform their own stunts. Thus, everyone was gathered for two months of intensive training with martial artists and fitness coaches before filming. Even after the movie was finished, Su Mi had never dropped her fitness routine.

Guan Yue, who was getting her makeup touched up, couldn’t help but look over when she heard the conversation. She caught a glimpse of Su Mi’s arms as she reached out to dress, her muscle lines were smooth, tight, and lean. They weren’t like those of some male actors she’d seen, looking like “double door refrigerators” who had eaten too much protein powder.

Su Mi, who had been looking down to tie her clothes, seemed to sense something and suddenly looked up, catching Guan Yue’s gaze.

This unexpected glance caused the latter to panic slightly, and her eyes shifted away unnaturally.

Su Mi’s makeup artist saw that she was dressed and stepped forward to fix her makeup and hair.

Once all preparations were finished, non-essential personnel left the set one by one.

The wine glass in Su Mi’s hand was refilled. Before starting, the director mentioned he wanted her to have a more hazy, drunken feel.

The surroundings grew quiet. After the clapperboard snapped, it was silent.

In the beginning, the director wasn’t satisfied with the chemistry, so they redid it several times.

Later, there were issues with the lighting, so it was adjusted repeatedly to achieve the most beautiful play of light and shadow.

The bottle of red wine prepared by the prop master was nearly half-empty. The water in Guan Yue’s tub was reheated several times to maintain the temperature.

“[‘Slave of the Jade Waist’] Scene 4, Take 6. Action!”

Su Mi walked the familiar path again, her soft-soled indoor slippers making no sound.

She sat sideways, placing the wine glass on the tub’s ledge, but her long fingers slid down the stem of the glass and wandered along the cool surface of the bathtub.

Guan Yue, who had been resting with her eyes closed, felt her lashes tremble as she woke. When the other woman whispered the lines in her ear again and her cool palm once more wrapped around her neck, that familiar sense of urgency returned.

A mouthful of wine, warmed by their breath, left a rich aroma between their lips and teeth.

Then the director called for a stop again. “What’s wrong with the lights? Light three is out of position again; it needs to tilt more to the right. Sorry, Teachers, we need to adjust the lighting.”

This sudden interruption caused Guan Yue to hastily swallow the wine in her mouth, making her choke.

“Cough, cough!” Guan Yue turned her head, covering her mouth and coughing softly, her face gradually flushing red.

Su Mi immediately reached out to pat her back and told the director’s assistant, who had come over to check, to bring some water.

The female assistant quickly brought an unopened bottle of water. Su Mi took it, twisted it open, and carefully brought it to Guan Yue’s lips, her other hand supporting the back of Guan Yue’s head.

This scene made the assistant gasp. In the industry, rumors often circulate about celebrities. Regarding this Film Queen Su, everyone said that while she was a good person, she was as unapproachable in private as she looked on the outside.

But what was she seeing now?

Some actors pretend to be close for the sake of behind the scenes footage. But there were no BTS crew members filming right now. Judging by Su Mi’s concerned expression, this wasn’t an act.

Could it be that the great Su Mi was also a “face-con” (someone attracted to beauty)?

At that moment, Guan Yue only wanted to suppress her coughing fit and didn’t care how she was drinking the water.

“Better?” Su Mi didn’t dare give her too much, stopping after a few sips.

Guan Yue finally suppressed the irritation in her throat and nodded to thank her. But when she looked up and realized the person helping her was Su Mi, the simple “thank you” got stuck in her throat.

“What is it? Still feeling unwell?” Seeing her staring without speaking, Su Mi thought she was still in pain.

As Su Mi spoke, Guan Yue found her gaze involuntarily drawn to the other woman’s opening and closing lips, the very ones that had just been pressed against her own…

It wasn’t until her cheek was lightly tapped that she snapped out of it.

Su Mi withdrew her hand and said calmly, “Back with us?”

Guan Yue instinctively wanted to retort, but restrained herself since Su Mi had helped her. After a moment, she mumbled a “thank you.”

Su Mi chuckled softly and handed the water back to the assistant. “Sorry for the trouble.”

The assistant watched Su Mi’s expression shift instantly as she turned to speak, feeling even more convinced that the Film Queen was biased toward beauty.

The director, who was dealing with the lighting, also noticed them. “Teacher Guan, are you okay? Is anything wrong?”

Guan Yue quickly called out that she was fine.

Once the lighting was perfectly set, the new take officially began.

This time, they started directly from the scene where Su Mi feeds her the wine.

[Thinking of Qi Youwei’s avoidance during the day, Duan Yuebai seemed provoked, a stubborn streak rose in her wine hazy eyes.

She held the other’s neck like she was holding a golden songbird.

But this golden bird let out soft whimpers and used its dull claws to gently push her away.

The logic Duan Yuebai had lost began to return. She changed her grip on the neck to a gentle caress, and her lips softened their movements.

Her crimson tongue licked away the wine stains on the lips, seemingly comforting and coaxing.

She was so gentle she seemed like a different person from a moment ago.

Forced to tilt her head back, Qi Youwei’s lashes trembled. Her lips were already a deep, bruised red from the grinding. Her weak heart was clouded by the other’s current tenderness.

She closed her eyes, slowly loosening the strength of her hands pushing against the other’s chest, instead trembling as she reached for the hem of Duan Yuebai’s waist, gradually tightening her grip.

This minuscule response was like pouring oil on fire for Duan Yuebai. Her kiss became passionate and surging, like an unspoken, tangible love.]

The director watched the monitor with satisfaction. Just as he was about to shout “Cut,” Su Mi moved.

In the next instant, the water level in the tub rose abruptly, splashing slightly over the edge.

The reflections in the water shattered like starlight, swaying precariously.

Su Mi knelt with her legs on either side of Guan Yue’s waist, cupping her face and lowering her head slightly.

Guan Yue seemed stunned, watching her approach.

Su Mi looked down at the person before her, gently touching their noses together. This intimate touch carried a hint of restraint and suppressed emotion.

The hazy light hit their profiles at an angle, outlining their features clearly, even casting shadows from their long lashes.

Time seemed to stretch infinitely in that moment.

“Cut!”

“Good! Excellent!” The director clapped excitedly, his smile nearly uncontrollable.

It was no wonder he was so thrilled, capturing such perfect spontaneous improvisation from actors was a rare stroke of luck.

The two in the bathtub had not yet separated.

“Thank you, Teachers. That scene was perfect,” the director said as he walked toward them. “It’s over, you can come out now. Get some towels for the teachers!”

Su Mi’s breath was shallow. She saw the moisture on the other’s lips left from the kiss.

They were close and the atmosphere was thick. Before leaving, Su Mi moved her hand up slightly to block the view, her thumb grazing Guan Yue’s lips like a dragonfly skimming water, before she let go and stepped away.

Guan Yue’s reaction seemed delayed, her face and neck flushed a faint red.

She watched Su Mi step out of the tub, and a beat later, she touched her own lips, lost in thought.

The director had expected this scene to take all morning, but they finished an hour early. He told them to go back to the hotel, take a warm bath, and rest before continuing other scenes in the afternoon.

Upon hearing her boss had finished, the young assistant rushed over and took her to the car to return to the hotel.

After retrieving some items from the set, the assistant entered the car to find her boss wrapped in a towel, sitting quietly on the side bench with her eyes closed. She assumed Guan Yue was just tired from filming.

When they arrived, she tried to wake Guan Yue but found her difficult to rouse.

Her heart skipped a beat. “Sister, how much did you actually drink for this scene?”

The assistant knew there was wine involved. Guan Yue had a mediocre tolerance, but she never admitted it, as having a low tolerance could be a fatal weakness in this industry. Furthermore, Guan Yue had said the drinking portion of the scene was small, so the assistant hadn’t prepared any hangover cures.

Su Mi’s car also arrived at the hotel entrance. After getting out, she saw Guan Yue’s assistant standing by the car door with an anxious face.

“What happened?” She walked over to ask, noticing Guan Yue asleep in the seat. She frowned immediately, leaning in to touch her forehead. “What’s wrong with her? Is she unwell?”

Her forehead temperature was okay, just slightly warm.

Seeing it was Su Mi, the assistant became nervous. “No, it’s not that. Sister Guan is probably a bit drunk. I was thinking of going to buy some hangover medicine.”

Su Mi’s frown didn’t disappear. She leaned in, reached into the car, and picked the person up directly.

“Xiao Xin, you’ve been to the pharmacy before. Go with her,” Su Mi arranged.

The assistant wanted to say it wasn’t necessary to go to such trouble, but Su Mi had already carried her away.

“It’s fine. Our Teacher Su will definitely take good care of Teacher Guan,” Xiao Xin said, patting the assistant’s shoulder with a smile.

A look of touched emotion appeared on the assistant’s face. “Teacher Su is such a good person!”