After Cannon Fodder A Accidentally Marked the Cold Film Queen - Chapter 12

Zhu Songning rarely found a situation tricky; most of the time, she was capable of handling things herself.

However, at this moment, separated by a door, the photographer’s urgent knocking was heard outside, and inside…

…was Shen Qingyu’s innocent expression.

Excellent, it perfectly captured the feeling of being caught in an illicit affair.

She pulled her hand away from Shen Qingyu’s grasp, her face cold.

—”Please wait a moment, I’m putting on some clothes.”

Zhu Songning called out to the door.

The room’s layout was very open, with almost nowhere to hide a person.

Even the wardrobe looked difficult to cram an adult-sized person into.

Zhu Songning’s eyes scanned the room and finally landed on a desk.

The desk was diagonally opposite the door, and the space beneath it was a blind spot.

“Now I’ll have to trouble you, Movie Queen Shen.”

She quickly pulled Shen Qingyu over, gesturing for her to squat under the desk, and warned her with a look to stay put and not move.

But after thinking it over, Zhu Songning was still uneasy, afraid she might suddenly jump out when she wasn’t looking, which would truly make it impossible for either of them to clear their names.

Therefore, she pulled out a chair and sat down at the desk, using her legs to conceal Shen Qingyu’s body. Only after quickly getting everything ready did she call out to the door: “Please come in!”

The door was pushed open from the outside.

The camera crew and production staff filed in.

“Good morning, Student Zhu,” the assistant director greeted her gently. “We’re going to record your just-woken-up state next. Do you mind?”

Zhu Songning shook her head: “Not at all.”

The camera adjusted its focus onto Zhu Songning, and her image gradually sharpened on the live stream.

Everyone saw the morning sun streaming in through the window, half of it falling on her, warming her entire body.

The Alpha was still half-asleep, casually wearing only a white shirt. Her long hair was messy, and a hairband held back the hair on her forehead, exposing a clean brow.

Sleepy-eyed, one eye closed and the other half-lidded, she was staring blurrily at the camera.

【??? Please don’t use this look to test the restraint of us officials, thank you.】

【Ningning is too adorable when she’s just woken up… That naive, bewildered gaze, my maternal instincts are overflowing!!】

【I can’t take it, I’m a college student so I’ll kiss first ~ mua Ning Bao ~】

The sunlight was gentle, softening her inherent aggressiveness.

Compared to the sharpness she displayed while dominating the stage yesterday, this domestic scene was equally captivating.

“Hahaha.” The assistant director looked at the feedback on the comments and happily teased Zhu Songning, “It looks like the audience really likes another side of our S-class trainee.”

Zhu Songning: “? They like me like this?”

She didn’t understand.

Looking at her completely bare face in the mirror, she frowned and ran a hand through her hair, seemingly trying to make it neater and softer. Unexpectedly, this was counterproductive, and a stubborn cowlick even sprung up on the crown of her head.

Zhu Songning: “…………”

The discussion in the comments became even more fervent, which was clear from the assistant director’s glowing look at her.

Not knowing what to say, she simply offered a professional smile to the camera, opened her eyes wide, and made a heart with her fingers next to her cheek.

The moment she opened her eyes, she was captivating.

Everything was progressing normally. Seeing the surge in live stream popularity, the assistant director decided to talk to Zhu Songning a little longer.

And also answer some of the audience’s questions.

The assistant director: “Student Zhu, choosing Movie Queen Shen as your mentor yesterday was a very bold move. What was your reason for making that decision?”

“Are you also a fan of Movie Queen Shen?”

Zhu Songning smiled: “Who here hasn’t seen the Movie Queen’s films? But my understanding of Mentor Shen herself isn’t very deep, so I can’t accurately call myself a fan…”

Too close a public association with Shen Qingyu was not a good thing for her.

Besides, the identity of being a Shen Qingyu fan was too easily exposed as a lie.

She genuinely did not follow celebrities.

However, before she could finish her official, diplomatic answer, she suddenly arched her back and let out a sensual groan.

“Student Zhu, what’s wrong?”

The staff, seeing this, thought something had happened to her and rushed over to check on her.

“Don’t! Don’t come over!” She gritted her teeth, her expression turning quite strained. “I just accidentally hit my leg on the corner of the table.”

“Oh, okay.”

The staff stopped as instructed.

Those people were still standing far away from her, yet Zhu Songning dared not relax.

Because…

Under the table, out of the camera’s view, a hand had quietly moved and was caressing her calf when she was unprepared.

Long fingernails traced circles on her exposed skin, yet annoyingly didn’t go any further, merely brushing against her leg like a tantalizing, surface-level touch.

It was as if expressing dissatisfaction with her previous statement, a form of venting anger.

Yet, due to this incredibly intimate contact, it carried an indescribable flavor of flirtation.

The temperature in winter was cold, but Zhu Songning only felt the temperature around her rising to an unbearable heat.

Under the table, Shen Qingyu’s hand began to wreak havoc.

She couldn’t see the specific situation and had no way to judge exactly what the other person was trying to do to her.

Sensing her forbearance, the person beneath her gradually became bolder in their movements.

It went from a cautious probe with one finger to the entire cold palm touching her, fingers spread, the flesh of the palm pressing tightly against the skin of her inner thigh.

Zhu Songning felt her leg muscle was like dough in that person’s hand, spread out and kneaded, and the places she was touched became hot and itchy.

“Student Zhu…”

The assistant director spoke weakly.

“Are you really okay?”

From her perspective, fine beads of sweat had broken out on Zhu Songning’s forehead, her fair face was flushed, her eyes occasionally narrowed as if stimulated, her jaw was clenched, and the muscles of her jawline and neck were tightly strained.

She looked like a beast ready to pounce.

“I’m fine—” The words squeezed out between her teeth. “It just hurt a bit where I hit it just now.”

As if to match her explanation, Zhu Songning leaned back slightly, uttering a sharp “hiss” in her throat.

Ningning really looks like she’s in a lot of pain (pained heart.jpg)

I’m sorry, even though I know Ningning is in pain, please forgive me for accidentally thinking dirty thoughts??

Is this right? It feels like something bad is about to happen next second?

【Enough! Ningning, my heart aches for you. Where did you get hurt, what’s your phone number, and what’s your room number

…

“Then let’s end this morning’s surprise room check here?” Considering her recent injury, the assistant director showed some concern for the trainees. “You should rest well first. If you really can’t manage, remember to find the on-site doctor.”

The recording period for Youth Trainee 2 lasts three months. With so many people, and considering the trainees’ unique circumstances, the production team always has a doctor accompanying them throughout the process for any potential illnesses or stage accidents.

“Thank you, but I think I can apply the medicine myself later.”

Zhu Songning politely declined her kindness.

After successfully sending off the film crew, she couldn’t stand it for another second. She fully bent down and grabbed the hand that Shen Qingyu had just used to ignite a fire in her.

The Alpha leaned in, body forward, locking eyes with Shen Qingyu under the table.

“What is the meaning of this?”

“Is provoking me that amusing?”

“Or is this how you usually entertain other Alphas?”

The movements were practiced, the tricks endless, the demeanor frivolous.

She even… didn’t show the slightest shame, but rather a faint look of pleasure on her face.

Zhu Songning wondered if Shen Qingyu was treating her like some sort of casual video game to pass the time when bored, dedicated to challenging her limits at every turn, walking step-by-step on the tightrope of her bottom line.

“Do you think I have other Alphas besides you?”

Shen Qingyu was momentarily stunned by her three consecutive questions, but quickly recovered.

The Omega broke free from Zhu Songning’s hold, grabbed her collar, and gave a strong tug, pulling the person toward her.

Zhu Songning’s waist bent lower, forcing her gaze down from a dominant angle to one that was level.

Shen Qingyu’s voice was like a sweet confection wrapped in poison: “Then what about you? What reason do you have for being angry?”

“Are you angry that I treated you like this?”

“Or are you angry that I might not only treat you like this?”

Zhu Songning’s neck was restricted by her shirt collar, her breathing constricted, with only thin air entering.

If she could look in a mirror, she would realize that her calm expression was gone, her face was flushed, and her eyes held a light of excitement similar to Shen Qingyu’s.

Yes, what exactly was she angry about?

When Shen Qingyu was flirting with her under the table, her reason wanted her to stop, but her heart vaguely wanted her to continue.

The scene of the first marking was still vivid.

As a magician, her memory was always excellent, especially her visual memory.

If she wished it, all those scenes would clearly flash before her eyes and mind, frame by frame, like a film replaying.

But she must not fall into the self-justification trap that Shen Qingyu had set.

“So? Is that question important?”

The Alpha’s pheromones subtly began to spill out, the green floral scent coloring the space with the aroma of galbanum and bergamot.

Biologists had once researched human pheromones, finding that the pheromones a person releases will more or less carry some personality traits of the Alpha or Omega themselves.

The scent of the pheromones was an intertwining of restraint and sensuality.

—Just as contradictory as Zhu Songning herself.

With a casual sweep of her arm, the power difference between an A and an O was fully apparent, especially since Zhu Songning herself was meticulous about fitness and self-management.

Easily, Shen Qingyu was lifted by the waist and placed onto the desk.

The Omega seemed to have grown up on nothing, her body was as slender as a sheet of paper, and her waist was so thin and soft.

The desk had a certain height, making Shen Qingyu significantly taller than the standing Zhu Songning. Zhu Songning placed her hands on either side of Shen Qingyu’s tightly closed legs, her thumb brushing against her thigh.

“You didn’t really think provoking me would come without a cost, did you?”

Zhu Songning let Shen Qingyu’s hand keep a grip on her hair and then pointed her fingertip at the clock nearby.

“You’re so keen to play. There’s a full hour left until the trainees’ official training begins. Guess what state I can ‘play’ you into during this time.”

Shen Qingyu was startled by her words and kicked her sharply with one leg, but that leg was immediately caught by Zhu Songning.

Zhu Songning’s hand caressed the fine, tender skin under her grasp.

“Thanks to you, there are only 59 minutes and 5 seconds left now.”

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