After Cannon Fodder A Accidentally Marked the Cold Film Queen - Chapter 34

“Do you have finger condoms?”

Shen Qingyu spoke abruptly.

Zhu Songning’s movement paused.

She had come in too much of a hurry, everything was improvised, and she had forgotten about it.

Shen Qingyu looked at her face, flushed crimson, and the veins popping out on her forehead, and suddenly smiled.

She didn’t know the thousands of thoughts turning in Zhu Songning’s mind, and she contentedly patted her face with the back of her hand.

She saw the soft flesh on the Alpha’s face jiggle.

“I have some here.”

Seeing Zhu Songning’s anxious expression, she lightly caught her breath before finishing the second half of the sentence.

Since getting married, she had always carried them with her.

“Jiejie (Sister)…”

Zhu Songning understood that Shen Qingyu was a person who responded to kindness, not coercion, so she deliberately lowered her stance, looking at her with a pitiful expression, her tone soft and sweet.

Shen Qingyu: “Then ask me.”

—“Please.”

Zhu Songning answered without hesitation.

“I want you.”

To venture with you into the river of emotion and desire.

To face the deepest desires and truths of her heart.

“Besides, doesn’t Jiejie want me very much too?”

She chuckled mischievously, one corner of her mouth curving into a pleasant arc, looking somewhat similar to Shen Qingyu’s smile.

She leaned close to her ear: “You’re wet.”

She had sensed it long ago.

Shen Qingyu’s arousal for her.

Under the strong winds outside the window, raindrops began to scatter, quickly soaking the flowers in the grass. The damp petals had already absorbed the moisture, and the rainwater dripped quietly from the gaps between the petals, falling silently onto the ground with the rain.

“…The things are in the bedside cabinet.”

“Good Jiejie.”

Zhu Songning kissed away the physiological tears hanging on her rosy eye corners and, as instructed, retrieved the items from the cabinet.

They were very thin, felt moist upon touch, and had good tenacity and elasticity. Up close, she could smell a faint scent of rose.

The scent was quite pleasant, but still not as good as the Jasmine Tea scent.

The former Zhu Songning was extremely fond of sweets and most despised anything with a bitter taste.

But ever since meeting Shen Qingyu, she found this faint, bittersweet aroma quite enduring.

Inside the small cabinet, besides the finger condoms, there was also lubricant, a small bottle placed right next to the finger condoms.

“The supplies are quite complete,” Zhu Songning commented. “Looks like it was premeditated.”

“…” Shen Qingyu replied somewhat speechlessly. “Do you want it or not? Hurry up.”

Zhu Songning leisurely put on the finger condoms and closed the cabinet door, without touching the bottle of lubricant.

“So impatient?”

Her eyelashes curved, and the next second, her soft hand covered the area with the strongest Jasmine Tea scent.

Patience is most important when tending to flowers and plants.

This is the same as learning magic tricks.

One must become familiar with every part of the flower, its shape, and its touch, inch by inch, and remember it by heart.

The petals outside the window, already dampened by the rain, were trembling, and upon being touched by the Alpha, they instantly let out a spout of water they had accumulated, soaking her hand in the icy liquid.

The storm raged.

Zhu Songning’s hand enclosed the winter-blooming flower. Initially, it was just a simple wrap, and later, she began to intermittently stroke the stem, repeatedly rubbing against the tiny thorny buds on the branches, back and forth.

“What a heavy rain.”

She looked out the window, hearing Shen Qingyu’s panting sounds beneath the quilt.

She was already drenched in sweat.

Sweat flowed down the Omega’s slender neck. Even when sweating, the beauty carried a rich aroma.

The sweet fragrance was like the blooming flowers outside the window.

Zhu Songning kissed her face again: “How is it?”

Do you still doubt her now?

Do you think her skills are inferior to the Alphas in the novels you read?

Shen Qingyu was like a fish half-stranded on a riverbank, lowering her eyes to see Zhu Songning’s distinctly jointed hands.

Those hands, which usually held cards, a microphone, and flowers, were now soaked in rain. The thin skin over the knuckles was made clear and crystal-like by the drenching.

It looked incredibly provocative.

The dim light in the room outlined Zhu Songning’s silhouette, and the faint dark circles under her eyes caused by long-term insomnia.

Every detail made people feel intensely aroused.

Shen Qingyu’s tongue slid past her sharp teeth.

“Just so-so.”

The Omega squinted slightly, a sheen in her dark pupils.

“From the person to the technique, everything is just so-so—Mmmph!”

Zhu Songning used her free hand to grab her leg, pulling her entire body, quilt and all, towards herself.

One more inch deeper.

The ring just barely pressed against her, exactly at the waterline.

The cold temperature of the silver plain band, hard in texture, pressed against her warm skin.

“So cold? Bear with it.”

“Jiejie, being contradictory is not a good habit.”

Zhu Songning showed no emotion on her face, but a dangerous glint flashed in her eyes.

The ring’s original size had been adjusted just right, but after being soaked in the rain, it showed signs of slipping. Several times it almost fell off Zhu Songning’s finger, only to be skillfully hooked back by her fingertip.

Shen Qingyu’s heart bobbed up and down with the movement of the ring.

Under the intensified stimulation, it was truly difficult to maintain rationality and composure.

Her brows were tightly knitted together, but her teeth were still clenched, stubbornly refusing to make a sound. Her face remained calm as water, yet she was already utterly disheveled.

Zhu Songning looked at her, suddenly feeling it resembled a painting of crabapple battered by rain.

She was the child raised by the crabapple flower, watching it grow from flourishing branches to its current magnificent bloom.

And finally, she had reached a height where she could pick it, no longer just looking up at it.

Ending up with hands full of fragrance.

That was the evidence of her sacrilege.

“Jiejie, Jiejie, Jiejie—Yuyu.”

Shen Qingyu’s consciousness was already semi-blurred.

Hearing someone call her “Yuyu,” she vaguely responded, and her lips were once again sealed.

“Don’t grip my hand, Yuyu.”

“Hiss, relax a little.”

…

Shen Qingyu slept until mid-afternoon.

When she woke up, Zhu Songning had already washed and hung the clothes to dry and was sitting by her window, flipping through a book she had bought.

“You’re awake?”

Zhu Songning heard the movement on the bed and turned her head to look at her.

“Mmm…”

Shen Qingyu held her forehead, feeling a headache.

What happened later?

How did she not remember anything?

“You fainted during the second round later on,” Zhu Songning reminded her.

Her gaze fell on her thin shoulders and pale skin, and her brows unconsciously furrowed.

Still too thin.

She had to figure out a way to fatten her up a bit.

Shen Qingyu’s memory returned a little.

Remembering her performance in the morning, she wished she hadn’t woken up yet.

How could she—faint?

“Have something to eat.”

Zhu Songning brought the sweet potato water she had brewed to the bedside.

“Thank you.”

When Shen Qingyu spoke, she realized her voice was also hoarse.

She tried to take the spoon from her hand, but Zhu Songning pulled her hand back slightly.

The Alpha’s tone was firm: “I’ll feed you.”

Only after blowing it to the perfect temperature did Zhu Songning bring the spoon to her mouth.

She took a sip; it wasn’t very sweet, just a very light sweet potato sugar water taste.

It unexpectedly suited Shen Qingyu’s taste.

“Like this, I’m afraid we won’t be able to practice today.”

After tidying up, Zhu Songning and Shen Qingyu finally sat down at the table, face-to-face, starting to discuss serious matters.

Zhu Songning flipped out a piece of white paper, scribbled on it, but was still unsatisfied, so she crumpled the paper and tossed it into the nearby trash can.

This stage performance was allocated according to the mentor’s characteristics.

For example, Yangyang’s group received a rapper’s demo, while Lu Conghuan’s group had a performance leaning towards Korean idol groups.

Only Shen Qingyu, because she was neither a singer nor a dancer, made it difficult for the director team to define the category of their stage.

So they had to let them keep the same theme as the other groups.

The theme word for the first public performance was—“Color.”

“If the world were originally silent, then the first to speak must be color. It precedes language, is more real than emotion, and harder to tamper with than any history. People think color is merely the refraction of light, but forget that it is also the shape of memory itself.”

Zhu Songning stared at this explanatory text, resting her elbows and lost in thought.

Shen Qingyu was also contemplating.

This theme seemed simple, yet its connotation was rich, with extremely deep and broad expandability.

“Knock, knock, knock.”

A knock on the door sounded.

Shen Qingyu looked down at her phone.

“The director is coming to film behind-the-scenes footage and asked if it’s convenient now.”

“Mmm, it is convenient.”

Zhu Songning answered without thinking.

Shen Qingyu opened the door.

The director, a cameraman, and some other staff members filed in.

Zhu Songning was about to get up to greet them when her eyes suddenly caught the red marks on Shen Qingyu’s off-the-shoulder sweater.

With the movement of her hair, they seemed about to be exposed.

Quickly grabbing a large jacket and draping it over Shen Qingyu, Zhu Songning looked up to face a row of people standing dumbfounded, not daring to move.

“Mentor Shen, be careful not to catch a cold.”

Zhu Songning said.

The associate director came out to smooth things over: “Student Zhu is quite concerned about the mentor…”

The director beside him knew the truth but held it back, not daring to say anything.

Nonsense, the two of them are real wives.

How could she not be concerned?

But if they let you know they are secretly married, wouldn’t you expose it again?

The director chose to deeply hide his merit and fame.

The camera focused on the two people sitting opposite each other at the table, discussing the theme.

Several crumpled drafts were piled by the table.

It looked like the progress of the stage performance had encountered some kind of resistance.

Zhu Songning was biting the pen, her fingers fumbling with cards in her pocket, thinking seriously.

The pen suddenly dropped from between her teeth.

Zhu Songning’s pupils contracted.

Under the table, out of the camera’s view, a foot climbed onto her calf.

The toe nudged open the hem of her long skirt and ventured inside.

The phone beeped.

Zhu Songning secretly looked at the message under the table.

[Yuyu]: Don’t bite the pen.

[Yuyu]: It’s dirty.

[Yuyu]: Wait until they leave, bite me instead.

Zhu Songning was typing with the fingertip that had touched her.

[Zhu Songning]: You seem very bothered about fainting this morning.

[Zhu Songning]: Actually, you don’t need to care so much. I can also choose to selectively forget that part.

[Yuyu]: …No way.

[Yuyu]: I just feel that instead of playing with a pen, you should come and play with me.

Zhu Songning looked up and saw that the jacket she was wearing was too big and was about to slip off Shen Qingyu’s shoulder.

Those red marks were faintly visible.

Zhu Songning reached under the table and caught Shen Qingyu’s mischievous foot.

[Zhu Songning]: Be good, Jiejie, wear your clothes properly. The camera is still on.

[Zhu Songning]: So enthusiastic, let’s try adding one more finger tonight.

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