After Cannon Fodder A Accidentally Marked the Cold Film Queen - Chapter 48

The orange was docile in her hand.

When the light shone on it, the tiny textures on its peel were clearly visible.

The skin was shiny, and the color warm. A slight press of her fingertip released its scent, fresh and a little sweet.

When it was broken open, the juice inside gently shifted, as if inviting someone to taste it.

Zhu Songning knew its flavor; she had already tasted it before the orange was placed on the fruit platter.

—The perfect balance of sweet and sour, especially since it was also tinged with the Omega’s pheromones.

Zhu Songning placed her hand over Shen Qingyu’s, her movement very steady.

Her fingertip gently guided the other woman’s hand toward the top of the orange, and the peel yielded slightly beneath their touch.

Shen Qingyu hesitated, so Zhu Songning tightened her grip.

“What’s wrong?” Zhu Songning bit and kissed her earlobe from behind. “In all these years, has Sister never done these things for herself?”

The pale pink fingernail tore the first opening in the orange peel, and the clean, slightly damp scent of the fruit diffused into the air.

Zhu Songning’s hand was unhurried yet firm, guiding the Omega to peel it down, bit by bit.

As the orange-colored peel was pulled away, their knuckles pressed closer, their actions synchronizing as if in silent agreement.

Shen Qingyu trembled and turned her head to retort, “I haven’t done this for a long time. What about you? Are you usually very keen on this kind of thing?”

Zhu Songning was about to deny Shen Qingyu’s words without a second thought, but suddenly remembered the white hair tie soaked by the heavy rain. She nervously averted her eyes.

“That’s only been since I met you.”

Zhu Songning took a deep breath.

“Since Sister painstakingly flirts with me every day, I should at least have some reaction to be worthy of your efforts.”

“Don’t change the subject. Continue.”

The Alpha said in a low voice, guiding her hand to finally separate the last segment of orange pulp. White pith clung to the flesh. A gentle scrape of a nail caused the orange juice, warmed by her hand, to seep out, deepening its color.

This was the first time Shen Qingyu had been held while doing something like this. In the mirror, their figures overlapped. The warmth in the room rose, heating both their faces.

The light was warm, illuminating their hands clearly.

In the mirror, two hands were visible, joined together and applying force. Her own knuckles were not very steady, so Zhu Songning gently guided her from behind. The air, thin and disturbed, was filled with the sickeningly sweet scent of sugary orange juice.

Quickly dried by the air in their hands, the sticky residue clung to their fingertips like glue, binding them tightly and inseparably.

Zhu Songning slowly released the other hand that was embracing her waist. To maintain her balance, Shen Qingyu had to lean into her as much as possible.

The Alpha’s hand moved upward, caressing her cheek, then tracing her jawline to cup her chin.

Then, her thumb moved up, firmly resting on the Omega’s lower lip.

In front of the tall floor-length mirror, Shen Qingyu’s already rosy lips were visible, kneaded by her thumb until their color was more vivid. The soft lips were squeezed by her thumb to the sides, then pushed back to the center, like a boring yet decadent game.

Zhu Songning loved playing these types of games; her phone was full of such repetitive games, from Match-3 to Dream Town.

She liked those brightly colored, visually light-hearted screens.

Just like Shen Qingyu’s lips, and her snowy-white skin and snowy-white hair.

A strong contrast.

She felt like a magical painter, adding color to this snow-white, exquisitely beautiful line art, and then using copious amounts of water to blend the rich red.

The finger that had been rubbing on the outside slipped between Shen Qingyu’s lips and teeth, circling the Omega’s pink tongue.

“Ningning…”

Shen Qingyu looked directly into the mirror, seeing that the Alpha behind her was not looking at the mirror, but gazing down at her. The light made her pale eyes appear even lighter, yet also more intense due to the addition of other colors.

She suddenly didn’t dare to look directly anymore; her heartbeat skipped a beat. She could hear Zhu Songning’s breathing next to her ear, heavy, just like the movement of her hand.

Her breathing also became rapid. Gradually, relying solely on her nose seemed insufficient for her oxygen needs. She wanted to open her mouth to draw in more fresh air, but her lips were blocked by Zhu Songning’s finger. As she opened her mouth, saliva slowly trickled from the corner of her lips.

Unbearable to watch, unbearable to hear.

But heavy rain and heavy snow cannot be avoided by merely covering one’s eyes and ears. No amount of snow or rain has ever been stopped by human effort. They originate from the human heart and turn into a torrent of desire, surging forward, leaving behind only wet people, wet clothes clinging pitifully, and a wet mirror.

The night was deep, and rain fell unevenly onto the damp ground. The wind silently swept through the empty street, carrying a faint chill and the damp smell of the distant river.

…

The next day, when the morning light shone into the room, Zhu Songning was undoubtedly subjected to the post-coital punishment by the awakened Shen Qingyu.

Shen Qingyu called her reckless but did not say any more harsh words.

With such light words of reproach, Zhu Songning showed no signs of remorse or self-reflection.

Her eyes were bright as she looked up at Shen Qingyu, “Curse me a few more times, Sister.”

“If it makes you happy, I’m willing to let you curse or hit me however you like.”

Shen Qingyu told her to get lost.

She wanted to be cursed more?

Maybe she just liked being scolded by her, and those few words satisfied her.

Zhu Songning was driven away, and she pouted, muttering that she was heartless once she’d had her fill. She washed her hands and went to wipe the mirror that had been soiled because of her.

Shen Qingyu had specifically instructed her to wipe that large mirror until it was exactly the same as before, leaving no trace of anything else.

The Alpha’s finger rubbed the surface of the mirror, bringing up fine droplets of water. The cold water quickly slid down her palm. The blurred image was slowly pulled into focus. She pressed her fingertip hard and then retracted it, wiping away the steam little by little, leaving behind a faint, damp sheen.

She was wiping conscientiously at first, but then she started to daydream in front of the mirror.

She recalled the scene reflected in the mirror last night.

Red lips glistening, a boundless spring of lust.

Separated by a door, Shen Qingyu had no idea what Zhu Songning was thinking while doing her chore.

After calming her tumultuous thoughts, she noticed that Zhu Songning outside had been silent for a long time, and she felt the urge to go look for her.

Her temper had indeed been a bit quick just now, but then again, who told Zhu Songning to be so presumptuous with her?

Last night was a bit too much, going from under the bed to on the bed, changing positions several times in between. She didn’t even know how many times they had ultimately done it.

It made her feel a faint pain down there now. When she first got out of bed this morning, she even nearly stumbled.

However, she was older than the other woman by a few years, and regardless, she shouldn’t have said such harsh things.

Sighing, and after gathering her thoughts, she stepped out to find her.

“Did I say something too harsh just now…”

As soon as she entered the room, her pupils constricted in horror, and she cried out.

“Zhu Songning! What are you doing?”

Zhu Songning was not as dejected and low-spirited as she had worried.

On the contrary, the Alpha was kneeling on the carpet in front of the mirror, and when she heard Shen Qingyu’s shout, she looked back blankly.

Her slender fingers, stained with the moisture from the mirror, were placed in her mouth, sucking on them.

The ends of her eyes were scarlet, and her eyes were wet and unfocused, as if she were savoring something.

Her other hand was pressed under the skirt resting on her knees. Under Shen Qingyu’s gaze, the dampness that had just been wiped off the carpet increased.

Shen Qingyu felt that she was probably crazy, or perhaps still dreaming and hadn’t woken up.

Otherwise, how could she have coincidentally stumbled upon such an absurd scene?

But the shock of this sight was too great, making it difficult for her to immediately escape. Her feet felt nailed to the spot, unable to move a single step.

The Alpha’s voice was still a little hoarse, as she called out, biting her damp knuckle:

“…Sister.”

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