After Cannon Fodder A Accidentally Marked the Cold Film Queen - Chapter 36

The light from beyond the floor-to-ceiling window seemed meticulously designed, pouring in from above, landing on the clean, tidy wooden floor of the music room.

Inside, the slight tremor in the air before the fingertips even touched the keys was still audible.

“How could you… cheat?”

The moment Shen Qingyu’s fingers touched the piano keys, she felt that something was wrong.

Before the first note could fall, the Alpha’s kiss arrived instead.

The piano music hadn’t started, but her breathing was already in disarray.

Zhu Songning’s hand wrapped around her waist from behind. The next instant, she leaned down, her lips landing on Shen Qingyu’s cheek.

Shen Qingyu’s fingertips trembled, and a shaking note fell.

She tried hard to focus as much as possible, but it was incredibly difficult to achieve, especially under Zhu Songning’s deliberate harassment.

Between the two of them, who exactly was the naughtier one?

The Omega’s fingers trembled slightly. Several notes nearly went wrong, but she managed to pull them back from the edge of error.

Shen Qingyu had never felt this nervous before.

Zhu Songning seemed unable to hear the change in her playing, kissing her all the way down from her temples.

The black and white strands of hair rubbed intimately against each other, accompanied by the gently flowing piano music.

The scene was incredibly cozy.

“Something seems to be missing?”

Zhu Songning gently bit her ear, her breath sweeping across the extremely sensitive skin behind it.

“Is the piano music alone a bit monotonous?” she commented softly. “How about adding some sounds from you, Big Sister?”

The next second, Shen Qingyu’s body shivered abruptly.

Zhu Songning, what was she doing?

The melody under her hands was chaotic for a moment.

The piano note was compressed into a short, bright sound at that instant, matching the tone that spilled from the Omega’s throat.

The two crisp sounds mixed together were indeed incredibly pleasant to the ear.

The notes that should have been clear and independent gradually fell into a kind of unfocused tremor under her fingers. Every time Zhu Songning’s kiss fell and her slightly coarse hair brushed against her shoulder hollow, those originally regular notes were deliberately disrupted.

And the temperature of the Alpha’s body was even hotter, enough to make her and the piano vibrate and heat up.

Every time her hand tried to steady itself and let the fluent tune return to the right track, Zhu Songning would start another kind of playing, treating her as part of the music—Shen Qingyu was forced to press a series of chaotic chords, her pinky accidentally hitting a high note key, and the piano immediately emitted a noticeably abnormal broken sound.

“Why are you making so many mistakes, Big Sister?”

Zhu Songning arched her body, only to tightly encircle Shen Qingyu in her arms, leaving no extra space between them.

“You played so well just now. Why can’t you play when I’m gone?”

“Do you want me to call someone back for you now, Big Sister?”

Call someone back for what?

To let everyone see her current state?

It was simply preposterously ridiculous.

Shen Qingyu pressed her lips together, but the notes betrayed her feelings.

A series of rapid staccato and trills exploded, both bright and fragmented, like the slight, forced gasps of breath.

“Another mistake.”

Zhu Songning’s fingertip landed on her shoulder, her tone calm, yet more dangerous than any reprimand.

Shen Qingyu couldn’t turn back, only hearing the Alpha lean over from behind her, her breath touching the thin skin of her neck: “Didn’t I tell you, Big Sister… to play properly, don’t mess up.”

Zhu Songning’s hand seized her wrist, which had weakly lifted from the keyboard, and brought her hand back to the edge of the piano, making her fingertip land on the key she had just pressed wrongly.

“Yuyu Big Sister,” Zhu Songning’s voice sounded, “play it again.”

She pressed down—

“Ding.”

“Do it again.”

Her fingertip trembled and fell again.

However, the next second, Zhu Songning suddenly grasped her hand and pressed that key down hard.

The sound was compressed, sharp, and slanted, as if knocking out the shock in her heart.

Her knuckles held her hand, forcing her to follow her rhythm.

No longer the rhythm of the music, but her rhythm.

The keys kept sounding under their intertwined fingertips.

Heavy or light, like constantly corrected, forced, gasps of breath.

The performance could no longer be sustained.

Shen Qingyu’s body went limp, her fingers falling weakly onto the piano.

The scent of jasmine tea scattered first—a sweet and slightly bitter smell gently steamed open by the heat.

Following that was the Alpha’s deeper, more concealed scent, the moist green within the deepest shadow of the forest, carrying the respiration of wood returning to moisture, wrapping around Shen Qingyu’s collarbone and moving upward.

The air also became too ambiguous to be just air, more like a forcefully suppressed breath.

Zhu Songning picked her up and placed her on top of the grand piano.

The piano’s finish was excessively cold. When she was pressed against the edge of the piano, her spine shivered first, like a startled butterfly.

When Zhu Songning leaned over, the light in front of her was completely blocked by her body. Her entire field of vision darkened, leaving only the piano lid beneath her body reflecting a faint brightness.

That light clung to her waistline, then was covered little by little by the Alpha’s palm.

As she was lifted onto the piano surface, her fingers unsteadily touched a few keys—

“Ding, ding, ding.”

Those fragmented notes were accidentally struck, the clean and clear piano sound was almost shameful, and the suppressed emotions were exposed in the silent, cold air.

She was forced to arch her back forward. The coldness of the piano surface and the heat of Zhu Songning’s palm trapped her in a narrow yet ardent world.

Shen Qingyu’s hands weakly supported Zhu Songning’s shoulder, initially wanting to push her away, but the next second she was held by the waist and pulled closer.

“Dong—”

A low hum, shaken open, came from the depths of the piano strings.

The two kissed deeply.

The keys were struck again by her leg, and the piano keys once again emitted an uncontrolled high note, like an uncontrollable soft moan, amplified nakedly by the piano.

In the room, only breathing, light and shadow, and those accidentally triggered notes remained.

…

Another long session of “playing.”

The light outside the window had faded, and the floor-to-ceiling window was steeped in the night, becoming a deep blue curtain. The piano lid inside the room was half-raised. The lingering tremors had long dissipated, leaving only a faint, subtle pheromone scent in the air.

It had been pressed, kneaded, and then slowly settled down.

Shen Qingyu sat on the edge of the piano bench, her back slightly resting against the body of the piano. Her fingertips still retained the soft weakness left after playing.

When she looked up at Zhu Songning, her breathing hadn’t fully stabilized, and there was a subtle dampness at the corner of her eyes, reflected as a softer red by the lamplight.

Zhu Songning looked at her and only whispered, “Are you tired?”

Shen Qingyu gently shook her head.

Not exactly tired, just… a bit too wild.

Especially after she told Zhu Songning that the floor-to-ceiling window was one-way and people outside couldn’t see in, Zhu Songning became even more unrestrained.

“I just think our Ningning is really reckless.”

Shen Qingyu recalled the events and still found it unbelievable, those messy fragments of the scene…

Hearing her critique, Zhu Songning’s expression softened, and she leaned over to kiss Shen Qingyu’s fingertips.

“Don’t you like me being reckless with you?”

Zhu Songning’s teeth gently touched her fingertip, her knees half-knelt on the wooden floor, like a devout believer kissing her deity.

Shen Qingyu’s fingers pulled away from Zhu Songning’s lips.

She pinched Zhu Songning’s chin, pulling her toward herself.

The distance between the two was instantly closed.

Their noses touched.

In Shen Qingyu’s vision, Zhu Songning’s face was starting to look slightly unfocused.

“What’s going on? Who exactly is the Big Sister between us?”

“You are the Big Sister.”

Zhu Songning’s chin was held tightly by Shen Qingyu’s cool fingers, and even the bone could clearly feel the pressure of her fingertips.

The scarier part was not that Shen Qingyu could control her without any resistance, the terrifying point was—

Zhu Songning, subjectively and instinctively, had no desire whatsoever to escape or struggle free.

She was submissive to Shen Qingyu.

From body to soul.

Perhaps it was the boundary crossed during their tentative period, or perhaps it was learning about the misunderstanding and the things Shen Qingyu had silently done for her behind the scenes.

People don’t fall in love with someone because of their efforts.

So the significance of the truth wasn’t to make Zhu Songning fall in love with Shen Qingyu.

But to give her heart a chance to control her brain.

Just a tiny crack was enough.

“I already have an idea for the stage performance.”

Zhu Songning looked up at her, her neck encircled.

“I want to use snow and rain as the theme.”

Snow was the weather when they first met, and rain was the most obvious feeling Shen Qingyu brought to her.

“Perhaps incorporate Chinese classical elements as well.”

Many classical color schemes and settings would also be very suitable.

Shen Qingyu became interested: “Classical elements?”

“Will you play the scholar? Then what about me? Am I the fox spirit who stole your soul?”

She removed her hand, adopting a seductive look like those in storybooks, her long fingernails hooking the collar of Zhu Songning’s shirt.

“Young Lord Zhu.”

Zhu Songning stared blankly at her, her heart inexplicably pounding.

Shen Qingyu’s voice was like fragmented jade beads dropping into a jade plate, and the scent on her body drilled into Zhu Songning’s nose.

Shen Qingyu’s body was pale and slender, but her laughter was like a light bell, incredibly captivating.

Zhu Songning instantly felt flustered: “I didn’t mean that.”

Shen Qingyu smiled charmingly: “What are you saying? I don’t understand.”

Her fingers slid up Zhu Songning’s neck. Everywhere they went caused the Alpha’s body to tremble. Her fingertip firmly pressed against Zhu Songning’s lower lip.

Immediately, her index finger naturally slid into Zhu Songning’s mouth.

The index finger rested against her lower teeth, the rest of the fingers loosely held her lower jaw, and the fingertip curled, hooking forward.

Zhu Songning’s body tilted forward, her chin touching Shen Qingyu’s knee, looking up.

“If you don’t understand, you only need to know that a little puppy who wants to be the fox spirit’s pet should be obedient.”

Shen Qingyu smiled slightly, tilting her long neck from side to side.

She pulled out a leather choker with a gold chain from somewhere. The black leather was smooth, adorned with a sparkling gold chain in the front, and a small bell right in the center.

“I took this from the props department last time.”

Shen Qingyu put it on the kneeling Alpha. The choker fit snugly against the Alpha’s neck.

She held the chain attached to it. With just a tug, the bell would ring endlessly.

“Don’t you really like playing little sound games with me?”

Shen Qingyu tapped the black leather ring with her fingers.

“Don’t make a sound tonight, okay?”

Ding.

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