Achieving A Happy Ending With The Tragic Female Lead [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 72

A subtle atmosphere began to congeal in the air, and even the light seemed to grow thick and heavy.

Hearing these words, Guan Yue subconsciously looked toward the door, wanting to get up and flee, but Su Mi held her back. Su Mi reached out and grasped her wrist, her five fingers curling inward, her fingertips seemingly sensing the other woman’s leaping pulse.

“Let go, I don’t want to run lines,” Guan Yue tried to pull her hand away, but failed.

“This is the director’s request,” Su Mi brought up the director as an excuse.

At this moment, Guan Yue’s heart was in total disarray, but her mind remained somewhat clear. “The director only told us to find the ‘feeling.’ Clearly, you’re the one who wants this!”

Exposed, Su Mi showed no hint of shame. Instead, an indistinguishable glint flickered in the depths of her eyes. She said, half-seriously, “I simply don’t want to delay the crew’s progress.”

This rain scene spanned from morning to night and included outdoor shots. The director insisted on realism, so the day it rained would be the “opportune moment” he was waiting for, otherwise, they wouldn’t know when they’d encounter the right kind of rain again.

Since entering the industry, Guan Yue rarely caused trouble for film crews and hated being a burden. Thus, a flicker of hesitation appeared on her face.

Su Mi seized that moment of hesitation. “It’s just a rehearsal. I won’t actually do anything to you.”

Guan Yue looked at her, her tone haughty: “What else could you do to me?”

Su Mi moved her fingertips against the inner side of Guan Yue’s wrist, feeling the soft texture of her skin. “Do you want to find out?”

Her tone was nonchalant, paired with a slow lifting of her gaze, as if the moment Guan Yue leaked even a hint of desire, the person before her would devour her whole.

“No, I don’t want to know at all,” Guan Yue rejected her decisively.

Su Mi wasn’t surprised by the answer. She pulled the girl slightly closer, drawing the other toward herself. “Do you remember the script?”

Guan Yue propped one hand against the edge of the sofa, her heart fluttering uncontrollably. “Where… where should we start?”

“Where do you want to start?” Su Mi deferred the choice to her.

Guan Yue lowered her head, thinking to herself: It’s just a rehearsal, what’s there to be shy about? Besides, it’s not like… we haven’t kissed before. Kissing was just that, nothing more.

Su Mi watched the person in front of her, whose eyelashes were lowered as if she were mentally preparing herself. Suddenly, Guan Yue steeled her heart. She stood up from the sofa, pulling Su Mi up with her so they stood face to face.

This scene featured Duan Yuebai, who had been punished for defying her mother over Qi Youwei. Qi Youwei, upon hearing the news, ran to see her on a rainy night.

Recalling the general content of the script, Guan Yue first reached out to rest her hands on Su Mi’s waist. However, Su Mi grabbed her hands and moved them slightly higher, offering professional guidance: “They should be placed here.”

Guan Yue gave her an annoyed look, stubbornly insisting, “I know, I just had my own plan.”

Su Mi gave a silent laugh and let out a low “Mm.”

Before the smile could fade from her lips, she felt the hands at her waist tighten slightly, and a faint, sweet fragrance rushed toward her. Then, a numbing sensation hit her lips, mixed with a dull pain.

Guan Yue, having failed to gauge her strength, didn’t fare much better. She let out a muffled “Mmph” and recoiled, a flash of tears appearing in her eyes for a split second.

Ignoring her own pain, Su Mi hurried to check the other’s lips. “Where did you hit just now?”

“The bottom one,” Guan Yue’s voice sounded aggrieved. It was truly a case of “failing before the battle even began” maiming her own mouth.

Su Mi’s thumb lightly touched Guan Yue’s lip, inspecting it carefully. “It’s okay, no bleeding.”

“Really? But it hurts so much.” Guan Yue had been sensitive to pain since she was a child. Even though she caused it herself, it felt like an “unmerited agony.” She began to vent her frustration: “It’s all your fault.” It’s all this person’s fault for wanting to rehearse.

Su Mi accepted her resentment, smoothing her ruffled feathers. “It’s my fault.”

Such a good attitude left Guan Yue with nowhere to vent her anger. Fortunately, the pain faded quickly. Guan Yue licked the spot that had been bumped, there was basically no sensation left. She then remembered that physics dictates force is reciprocal, so she slowly began to show concern for Su Mi. “What about you? Are you okay?”

Su Mi initially wanted to say she was fine, but the words died in her throat. Her Adam’s apple bobbed slightly. “I can’t see it.”

Guan Yue, thinking she was responsible, reluctantly made the other woman lower her head, mimicking Su Mi’s previous actions to check her. This was the first time she had ever touched Su Mi’s lips. The sensation was different from when they were actually kissing. The temperature of the lips was lower than that of her fingers, and they felt very soft, a stark contrast to Su Mi’s usual cold demeanor.

At some point, Guan Yue stopped her inspection. The distance between them grew closer and closer.

Su Mi watched the Guan Yue who was touching her. She saw her tilting her head up, her watery eyes shimmering like pools of light in the boundless darkness. She raised her hand to hover behind Guan Yue’s waist, her voice low and husky: “Shall we continue?”

Guan Yue’s lips moved, and her eyelashes flickered downward.

Su Mi took this as a signal to proceed. She tightened her hold on Guan Yue’s waist, pulling her flush against her body, and then leaned down to kiss her.

This time was different from the previous few. Su Mi took the lead, their teeth and lips lingering and intertwining. Su Mi guided Guan Yue’s hands to embrace her, allowing the increasingly breathless girl to lean against her, looking exactly like a “dodder flower” from an old century, relying on another to survive.

Midway, Su Mi shallowly lifted her gaze. She saw the other woman obediently closing her eyes, a nearly imperceptible flush appearing at the corners of her lids. Finally, Guan Yue, whose breathing rhythm had been shattered, began to unconsciously claw at Su Mi’s back. Sensing this, Su Mi let her go slightly.

Guan Yue tilted her beautiful face up, her curled black lashes long and dense. Her eyes hid a trace of chaotic blurriness as she panted lightly.

“Better?” Su Mi waited for her to calm her breathing, though her own voice was unsteady.

At this moment, Guan Yue had no energy left to bicker. She lowered her head to rest on Su Mi’s shoulder, eyes closed, finally managing to steady herself. “…Can we stop now?”

“If you react like this, the director will definitely be dissatisfied,” Su Mi countered.

In truth, neither of them remembered the script at all; it was entirely “improvisation.” Guan Yue had been the passive recipient of everything, making her appear even “weaker.”

Dissatisfied, Guan Yue lifted her head. “Then are you satisfied?”

“My performance was definitely unsatisfactory as well, so….” Su Mi approached her again, her gaze sweeping over the girl’s lips. “We need to practice more.”

Guan Yue felt Su Mi’s words were full of loopholes, but for some reason, she didn’t want to correct them. She raised her chin and tugged at Su Mi’s clothes. “Then hurry up, finish quickly, I want to go back and rest.”

Even though her face was already red, she still put on a forceful posture.

Su Mi’s finger touched her cheek. “This time, remember to respond to me.”

“You’re so wordy,” Guan Yue said through gritted teeth, her face turning even redder. “If you’re not going to kiss me, then don’t…”

The tail end of the last word was swallowed between their lips and teeth.

With the previous experience, Guan Yue showed obvious progress. She was no longer just aimlessly being led by Su Mi, occasionally, she would actively entwine with her, even subconsciously wanting to demand more.

This time, while kissing her, Su Mi did not forget the script. She unobtrusively held her and slowly backed her up until the back of Guan Yue’s legs hit the edge of the bed. With a slight push from her arms, their positions reversed.

Finally noticing something was wrong, Guan Yue opened her eyes, her lips as red as blood. “What are you doing?” Her voice carried a seductive quality she herself couldn’t perceive.

Su Mi restrained herself from immediately kissing her again. She whispered, “Guan Yue, this scene isn’t just about a simple kiss.”

Dazed from the kissing, Guan Yue tilted her head and remembered. “Oh right, there’s a bed scene.” Her moist eyes looked up at Su Mi again. “So… do we have to get on the bed?”

These words caused Su Mi to momentarily lose her composure, her grip tightening and making Guan Yue frown. “Hurts!”

“Sorry.” Su Mi loosened her grip on the girl’s waist and held her halfway in an apology.

Guan Yue also suddenly realized what she had said due to the pinch of pain. She panicked, “I… I didn’t mean that just now. I meant, I meant…”

She felt that saying such things to a person who had confessed to liking her was like a blatant invitation to do something.

Su Mi laughed silently, her long lashes like butterfly wings stained with light. Guan Yue was momentarily stunned and forgot what she was going to say next.

“I know.” Su Mi approached her. “So next, don’t… push me away.”

Guan Yue nodded blankly.

Having received permission, Su Mi pressed a leg between Guan Yue’s thighs and slowly laid her down on the soft bed. The perspective flipped abruptly. Su Mi looked down at her from above and slowly lowered her head.

Initially, a feeling of insecurity made Guan Yue try to struggle a bit, but she was quickly pinned down, and her resistance gradually faded. The agonizingly slow kisses lasted a long time, until Guan Yue let down all her defenses and her body went soft.

This time, Su Mi no longer stayed in one place, gentle kisses trailed down to Guan Yue’s fair neck. By then, Guan Yue’s eyes were half-open, her gaze fixed on the ceiling. She felt her thoughts becoming fragmented, and the unfamiliar sensation on her neck made her limbs go weak.

“Su Mi…”

Su Mi felt a small hand push at her shoulder. Her breath was unsteady as she replied, “Mm?”

“Not done yet?” Guan Yue’s tone was like it was coated in syrup, sweet and thick.

Su Mi kissed her lips again. “Did you forget? We are rehearsing.”