After Cannon Fodder A Accidentally Marked the Cold Film Queen - Chapter 40

A surging undercurrent flowed between the two of them.

Shen Qingyu’s hand, which was being held by her, moved slightly, but quickly felt Zhu Songning’s hand pressing down on hers again.

Warm and firm.

Whenever she saw this hand now, she would be reminded of how wildly Zhu Songning had been clinging to her recently.

Zhu Songning’s sleeve was semi-rolled up, exposing a section of her lean forearm. Pale blue veins snaked down her arm, over the prominent wrist bone, and curved across the back of her hand.

And from start to finish, Zhu Songning’s eyes were fixed on her.

This kind of long, intense gaze always made her feel flustered.

Shen Qingyu was undoubtedly accustomed to being watched by others, having experienced the spotlight countless times.

However, whenever she was locked onto by Zhu Songning’s fervent gaze, it would cause her to…

Have a reaction.

The Alpha’s light-colored pupils were like clean spring water, holding all of her little thoughts which she self-righteously believed were hidden. Little did she know that in the eyes of the older person, these thoughts were far too easy to guess.

—It just depended on whether the other person was willing to understand them.

“I…”

Just as Shen Qingyu was about to speak, she was lifted by Zhu Songning, who carried her like a large human doll and sat down on the single bed in the lounge.

That bed had originally been prepared by the production team specifically for Shen Qingyu, as they knew she habitually took naps.

Consequently, the entire bed was permeated with the strong scent of the Omega.

Shen Qingyu’s legs were parted, her knees bent, resting just barely on the edge of the bed. Most of her weight, however, was squarely on Zhu Songning’s lap. Her snow-white hair cascaded over the two of them like a snowy waterfall.

“Half an hour, is that enough for you?”

Shen Qingyu looked back at her very sincerely.

Zhu Songning’s hand, which was causing mischief on her body, suddenly stopped.

She looked at her with pitiful eyes.

“Does Sister really think I was planning to do something?”

Half an hour was definitely not enough.

And they still had a stage performance later, so she wouldn’t dare to truly indulge.

“I’m genuinely a bit thirsty; I just wanted to satisfy my craving.”

Zhu Songning took advantage of the moment Shen Qingyu opened her mouth to speak, blocked her lips, and hooked onto her soft, smooth tongue.

Several days of intimacy had made Zhu Songning very adept with Shen Qingyu’s mouth. Her tongue tip circled her upper palate, listening to the sounds that spilled from the Omega’s sweet, soft lips and tongue, their breaths mingling.

Chasing each other, lingering intimately.

All at once, the small lounge was filled with the sounds of their kissing, loud and flippant in their ears.

“I’ll just have a little taste.”

Zhu Songning buried her head in Shen Qingyu’s shoulder, her brow stained pink. Shen Qingyu tried to break free, but she was held even tighter.

The Omega clenched her teeth tightly, forcing herself to endure the intense stimulation Zhu Songning was giving her, and her trembling hand pushed her away: “Don’t… pinch me…”

Zhu Songning acted as if she hadn’t heard, only looking at her tightly clenched jaw.

She withdrew the hand she had placed behind Shen Qingyu’s waist. To maintain her balance, Shen Qingyu frantically had to grip her shoulder, leaning her body forward and resting on her.

“Stop biting yourself, Sister, come bite me instead.”

Zhu Songning offered the dry hand to her mouth.

The Omega was truly not polite and bit down immediately.

Her sharp canine tooth pierced the skin of Zhu Songning’s ring finger.

On that finger of Zhu Songning’s, there was already a small, inconspicuous tattoo of a tooth mark, which she had gotten playfully when she was young at the orphanage.

Now, it was covered by Shen Qingyu’s bite mark. In her blind spot, the two cleverly half-overlapped. If one looked closely, it almost seemed as if the original tattoo had been enlarged proportionally.

Zhu Songning was severely gnawed on, as if Shen Qingyu was venting her anger, but she wasn’t annoyed. She only smiled foolishly, a surge of pleasure welling up in her heart.

This peculiar and special feeling, like a wild storm, disrupted her heart, even far surpassing the pleasure of getting her all wet.

She loved it, and she was also… addicted.

Shen Qingyu’s allure was simply too strong. From her looks to her figure, she was an artwork meticulously carved out by the Creator. Sometimes, it easily sparked a feeling of indignant jealousy: how could someone be both beautiful and born with a silver spoon, receiving such preference from fate?

For such a person, who could be called perfect, to be so kind only to herself and dedicate all her attention to her—this itself easily made Zhu Songning feel a sense of elation, like she was starring in one of those shallow, sweet, and satisfying novels, playing the main character that the “National Goddess” falls in love with.

Her heart pounded excitedly.

She glanced at the time beside her and saw that a full fifteen minutes had passed on the clock.

Zhu Songning reluctantly withdrew the finger she had buried inside Shen Qingyu, and then, in front of Shen Qingyu, she sucked on the soaked fingertip one by one, licking her fingers until they were sparkling.

Her face was clearly written with the words “not yet satisfied.”

Shen Qingyu was too embarrassed to look, quickly broke free from the Alpha’s restraint, and stood up, only to have her legs weaken, causing her to fall back onto Zhu Songning.

“Sister, are you… throwing yourself into my arms?”

Zhu Songning raised an eyebrow and caught her.

Shen Qingyu helplessly poked her forehead with her finger, pushing the young girl back a few degrees.

“You really are too much,” Shen Qingyu tapped her. “Don’t rely on being young and indulge in so much excess.”

“Sister is the same,” Zhu Songning leaned her head gently against Shen Qingyu’s chest, pressing against her. “It was clearly Sister who deliberately tempted me.”

“And Sister is always insatiable.”

The winter sunlight was so faint it was almost transparent, slanting in through the gaps in the window paper. Tiny dust motes floated silently in the column of light within the lounge.

The cold air in the room was evaporated by their breath into a mist, blurring into an ambiguous halo between the two of them.

At opposite ends of the washroom, Shen Qingyu was cleaning herself, while Zhu Songning was washing her hands.

The icy water rushed over each of her fingers, helping her mind cool down as well.

A staff member knocked on the door right on time.

“One moment.”

Shen Qingyu replied to the hurried knock outside the door, and walked out of the lounge side by side with Zhu Songning.

Backstage, the two headed towards opposite ends of the stage.

As Shen Qingyu brushed past Zhu Songning, she stood on her tiptoes and whispered in her ear.

“Perform well. After it’s over, you can think about how to properly satisfy me.”

Zhu Songning’s eyes flickered. She took a great deal of effort to suppress the corners of her mouth that desperately wanted to curve upwards.

She cleared her throat, sounding perfectly proper: “Thank you for the encouragement, Director Shen. I will certainly do my best.”

In everyone’s anticipation, the final performance of the first public stage arrived.

The lights came on, the white snow on the stage reflecting so brightly it made people’s eyes strain.

The sound of the Guqin (ancient zither) gradually rose, using the heartbeat as a drum rhythm. The stage mist dissipated, revealing Zhu Songning’s figure.

She was dressed in a long, azure robe, her sleeves billowing in the wind. It began with her solo dance—her long sleeves fluttering, her movements clean and restrained.

In the snow, all that could be seen was her high ponytail and the fan she held, soaring with her dance movements.

The audience below all wore surprised expressions.

The reason was simple: this type of audition program was originally introduced to the mainland Chinese entertainment industry from the Korean wave. Therefore, in terms of style and song selection, it would more or less reference those customs.

Most of the performances would also adopt songs and dances with a tendency towards pop.

Youth Producer had been recorded for two seasons, and Zhu Songning was the first person to bring a Guofeng (Chinese traditional style) performance onto the show.

While such a performance had a strong visual memory, was easily viral, and had excellent narrative quality, the rhythm of the performance was exceptionally important. The overall quality and team coordination were also crucial elements.

In the past few days, Zhu Songning and Shen Qingyu had been repeatedly refining every detail to strive for perfection.

Fragmented discussions arose in the audience, all debating this innovative format.

It was too… bold.

These discussions only subsided upon Shen Qingyu’s entrance.

She wore a pale pink outfit, the color so light it was almost swallowed by the light of the snow. When the wind blew, her hem lifted slightly, revealing a hint of the embroidered peach blossoms on the bottom edge.

Her steps were extremely light; every one seemed to be walking on air.

When she turned her head, the corners of her eyes curved, her smile carrying a hint of the cunning light unique to a young girl. Her eyes were sparkling, like newly thawed spring water.

Shen Qingyu was not without experience in costume dramas, but due to her physical appearance, directors tended to think she fit the cold and aloof type, and she rarely wore such bright colors.

Especially on today’s stage, to match the role of the fox, she was also sporting a pair of fuzzy fox ears on her head, with a long fox tail behind her.

$$??? Mom? I’m dead!$$

$$I don’t know, but I’d guess Yu Yu is eighteen this year? This pink is too youthful!$$

$$The ears and tail are so civilized! I’m starting to understand tyrannical emperors… Concubine… Hehe, concubine…$$

$$Is the setting the Handsome Scholar and the Charming Fox? Ningning, you get down, let me act out two episodes!$$

The pink clothing enveloped Shen Qingyu’s figure, her waist so thin it could be grasped.

She blinked, her nose twitching slightly, as if sniffing the scent of ink from Zhu Songning’s sleeve.

When Shen Qingyu smiled, a tiny pointed tooth showed. The long tail swept gently behind her.

She was exquisitely charming.

The drum beat gradually intensified.

Their dance steps wove into a circle, like two colored threads intertwining in the air. The fox reached out to hook the scholar’s jaw, but the scholar turned his body to dodge, though his pale pink ribbon, spinning, covered Zhu Songning’s eyes.

She sang the lyrics with a smile, taking another step closer. Zhu Songning retreated one step.

Only the banners flapping in the wind in the background indicated the scholar’s stirred heart.

Suddenly, the drum beat exploded.

The red clothing twirled. The fox was pulled into the scholar’s embrace by a reverse grip. The lights instantly changed from white to purple. The two spun; their sleeves flashed. The complex layers of their garments, blue and red, merged into a deep, rich purple under the light.

On the stage, Shen Qingyu’s body trembled slightly.

Zhu Songning did not follow the rehearsal plan. Instead, she seized the opportunity to stroke the tail behind Shen Qingyu’s back.

It was fluffy and felt very nice to the touch.

“After we finish later, don’t take it off.”

I really want to see what a wet, fuzzy tail looks like.

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