After Cannon Fodder A Accidentally Marked the Cold Film Queen - Chapter 11

Shen Qingyu’s eyes fluttered open slightly.

She had just removed her makeup, and there were still water droplets clinging to her lashes. Her baby-curved eyelashes were long and fine, making her eyes appear brimming with moisture, like the shimmering light of an autumn lake.

Shen Qingyu averted Zhu Songning’s gaze: “No.”

She leaned back, trying to push Zhu Songning away, but was forced further inward. Their noses were nearly touching. Her arms were braced against the table, her flexible waist arched at an incredible angle, and her neck was straight and tense like a swan’s.

Zhu Songning hadn’t eaten much dinner, and her stomach felt empty, yet something felt like it was burning inside.

“Do you never check your phone?” Shen Qingyu accused her petulantly, her free hand, tipped with indignation, lightly poked her shoulder. “Boring.”

“I rarely look at that kind of stuff.”

Zhu Songning let go and retreated.

Before she could take a few steps back, she felt that cool hand tangle itself in her hair again.

White and black, a stark contrast.

She wanted to leave, but Shen Qingyu leaned in closer instead, her face incredibly near to her hair, her every breath right by Zhu Songning’s ear. Zhu Songning’s breathing began to slow down, synchronizing with hers.

“Ningning, let me dry your hair for you?”

The corners of her eyes were flushed crimson, the moisture in her eyes nearly spilling out, threatening to drip onto the skin of Zhu Songning’s neck, giving her goosebumps all over.

As if remembering something, she vengefully tugged the strand of black hair she was holding.

Zhu Songning let out a sharp cry of pain.

“Don’t even think about refusing me,” Shen Qingyu warned her flatly. “I haven’t forgiven you for what you said to me the day before.”

Just the day before, she had told her they should “not interfere with each other,” yet less than 24 hours later, she was intentionally getting close to her again.

Although she didn’t know what had provoked Zhu Songning, one thing was certain: it shouldn’t have been by Zhu Songning’s own volition.

This made her very unhappy.

Zhu Songning: “…I didn’t say no.”

She had just used Shen Qingyu to complete a task today, and the guilt hadn’t completely dissipated.

It was just drying hair; she wasn’t so petty as to defy her over this small matter.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Zhu Songning felt the scent of jasmine tea grow even stronger. Perhaps it was because the bedsheets and pillows had been slept on by Shen Qingyu, and had more or less absorbed the Omega’s scent.

A slightly bitter, tongue-numbing smell.

But it wasn’t until Shen Qingyu fetched the hairdryer and those long, slender fingers ran through her hair that Zhu Songning realized what an incredibly foolish decision she had made.

Shen Qingyu’s long hair draped over her hands, which were resting on her thighs. Her cool fingers moved through Zhu Songning’s black hair, mixed with the warm air from the hairdryer, giving her a tingling sensation on her scalp.

She didn’t know where to look. The skin visible below the Omega’s collarbone was dazzlingly bright, the undone neckline forming a cleavage that invited contemplation.

On her head—the rubbing, the twisting—the drying moisture steamed on the back of her neck. Shen Qingyu’s fingers would occasionally brush against her neck and back. Several times, she wanted to stand up and escape, only to find herself trapped in an inescapable situation.

The burning sensation in her stomach intensified.

Zhu Songning felt like she was a real-life Barbie doll that Shen Qingyu was playing with, closing her eyes and letting her use the hairdryer to blow her hair into various shapes.

“Are you done yet?”

Two minutes had passed, but it felt like years.

Shen Qingyu chuckled lightly behind her head: “What’s the rush?”

Zhu Songning was taller than her. To conveniently dry her hair, Shen Qingyu was kneeling on the bed, her short skirt fanning out like an umbrella on the pristine bedding, revealing her pale, bony knees.

Her fingertips put down the hair she was teasing and reached out to adjust the dressing mirror on the bedside table so Zhu Songning could see.

She leaned on Zhu Songning’s shoulder, pointing past her to a spot in the mirror. The silver-white hair flowed onto the Alpha’s chest: “See, is this spot still a little damp?”

Zhu Songning simply stayed silent and let her continue.

She didn’t dare to speak much now; she was a bit sensitive to the word ‘damp’.

Seeing Zhu Songning’s “facing death with equanimity” look, Shen Qingyu stopped teasing her and actually started seriously drying her hair.

“So this is what it feels like to dry someone’s hair. I’d seen it several times before, and it turns out to be like this.”

Zhu Songning found it strange: “Then you rich people have pretty unique hobbies.”

Also enjoying actively serving others?

“Perhaps,” Shen Qingyu smoothed her messy ends. “When I was little, I occasionally saw the housekeeper drying the mistress’s hair a few times, and I thought, if others get that treatment, Ningning should, too.”

“All done. Get some rest early. Good night.”

Shen Qingyu patted Zhu Songning on the head.

The sound of the hairdryer stopped abruptly like a finished chord, leaving behind only silent, cool air.

Zhu Songning returned to her dorm with her dry hair.

The production team treated the S-class trainees quite well. The bedding was from a high-end brand, very comfortable to lie on, with soft sheets and blankets.

If she recalled correctly, Shen Qingyu’s own four-piece set was also from this brand.

Dressed in her pajamas, the lights went out.

Lying in bed, Zhu Songning’s thoughts drifted back to Shen Qingyu.

This person’s presence was too strong for her.

Her thin, weak physique, her cool white complexion, her slender yet extremely flexible waist, and those… always wet-looking black eyes watching her.

The pale arms wrapped around her neck, and the slight warmth of her breath.

She was indeed worthy of being a film empress; she was clearly full of charm. Zhu Songning sometimes felt that she might be naturally provocative, every move she made like a honeyed poison.

If she took just one step forward and took a bite, she would be completely pulled down into the abyss by her.

Pulling up the blanket, Zhu Songning slowly closed her eyes.

She tossed and turned several times, but still couldn’t feel the slightest bit of sleepiness.

Since coming to this world, the only night she had slept well was the one she spent next to Shen Qingyu.

Sighing, she finally opened her suitcase, pushed aside the clothes, and pulled out the rabbit plush from the very bottom.

She didn’t know how long the doll had been kept in Shen Qingyu’s closet, but after all these days, the Omega’s scent hadn’t faded.

Zhu Songning buried her head deeply into it and gradually drifted off to sleep.

The dream was pitch black; not a single ray of light penetrated.

Zhu Songning vaguely felt like she had been in this darkness for a long time. There was the smell of rust all around, and her arms were scraped, covered in blood.

In the silence, someone pushed the door open.

Blinding light instantly poured in. She desperately stood up, forgetting that her hands were still handcuffed behind the chair. As soon as she stood, the small person, chair and all, fell to her knees on the ground.

She was dreaming about her childhood.

“A small orphan like you, who gets into trouble every few days, which family would be willing to adopt you?!” A tall figure scolded. “Always having sticky fingers. No wonder nobody wanted you when you were born!”

A key turned in the chain handcuffing her hands. Click. The chain clattered to the floor.

“If it weren’t for someone pleading for you…”

Before the person could finish speaking, Zhu Songning bolted out like a small beast, heading straight for a room. She kicked open the door and saw a back sitting at a desk reading a book. She grabbed her collar.

Bang. The little girl was slammed against the wall by her.

In the dream, she couldn’t clearly see the girl’s face.

“Who asked you to plead for me? Do you think you’re some kind of saint?”

The girl was wearing a clean white dress, which was now stained with blood from Zhu Songning.

“…Let me clean your wounds first.” The girl, though threatened, remained calm, lowering her eyes.

“Who are you trying to look pitiful for? I’m not some fool who’ll be tricked by your innocent, fragile appearance!”

“Then you don’t want this either?”

The girl gestured for her to let go and took a doll out from under the desk.

It was a large, tender pink rabbit, nearly big enough to hide the entire girl.

“I saw you liked it when the dean put it in the cabinet that day, so I secretly took it out.”

Zhu Songning couldn’t look away, her voice stiff: “Are you… are you trying to get me punished again?”

First, deliberately acting friendly and giving it to her, then secretly reporting her to the dean for stealing.

It wouldn’t be the first time she had been played a trick like this by other kids.

“No, I’m not.” The girl shook her head, seeming genuinely considerate of her. “How about this, let’s pinky promise—I usually wake up earlier than the set time. I’ll come wake you up then, and we’ll hide the doll together so the dean won’t catch us.”

Zhu Songning wanted to refuse, but that doll was truly a huge temptation for her as a child! She pursed her lips and held out her hand.

“Then it’s a pinky promise.”

Two small fingers hooked together. Zhu Songning held the rabbit doll and looked up to steal a glance at the person in front of her, only to fall into a pair of pitch-black eyes.

Abruptly waking up from the dream, Zhu Songning looked down, meeting the black eyes of the silver-haired Omega pinned beneath her.

“Why are you here?”

Even when truly asleep, her past experiences kept her highly alert to external movements.

Upon sensing that someone had entered the room, and that the “uninvited guest” was approaching her—

She grabbed, and flipped over.

The person was caught off guard and was tightly locked at the waist and pinned underneath her.

Freeing one hand to switch on the bedside lamp, she blinked in surprise.

Her vision, blurry from sleep, slowly cleared.

The person who came was actually Shen Qingyu.

In their entanglement, something clattered to the floor.

She turned her head to look at the floor by the bed, where a set of keys lay.

Shen Qingyu’s hair fanned out across the pristine bed. The beauty, feigning annoyance, looked up at her.

“It’s just because you left your keys at my place. I was thinking of returning them to you before this morning’s filming started.”

“However,” she glanced at the clock, “after that little fuss you just caused, we might be too late.”

The moment her words fell, the sound of her own alarm clock blared in Zhu Songning’s ears.

Darn it.

The production team had specifically notified them yesterday that they would randomly choose one dorm each morning to record the trainees’ waking state, showing the audience their personal lives and dorm camaraderie.

It couldn’t be such a coincidence that it was her turn today, could it?

The next second, an untimely knock sounded on her door.

Zhu Songning’s pupils dilated in shock.

The person outside the door: “Student Zhu, are you available for filming right now?”

Inside the door, Shen Qingyu reached out and hooked her finger around Zhu Songning’s: “What should we do, wife?”

“Will they misunderstand something?”

Zhu Songning was still maintaining the position of pinning her down.

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