After Cannon Fodder A Accidentally Marked the Cold Film Queen - Chapter 66

The daylight was kept outside by heavy curtains, with only a narrow, bright sliver of light seeping through the edges of the fabric, casting the bedroom in a state of semi-darkness.

Inside the room, the curtains hung tightly; their steady texture appeared exceptionally soft in the faint light, acting like a silent barrier that isolated all the noise of the outside world.

After all, this was not a dedicated art studio. There were no easels or stools for painting, so Zhu Songning could only place the mixed pigments on the edge of the desk before sitting down on the stool in front of it.

“Sister, come and sit here.”

Shen Qingyu usually lived here alone, so the entire room was equipped with only one desk and one chair. There were no others to be found.

Zhu Songning cleared a space on the desk and had her sit upon it.

The paintbrush swept across the palette, dipping into the colors. The dense bristles brushed through the pigment and were quickly dampened by the vibrant colors, the flow of each bristle clearly defined.

Sitting on the desk, Shen Qingyu looked down at Zhu Songning’s preparations, her expression focused and serious.

However, just at the thought that these pigments—and this damp brush—would eventually land on her skin, her face began to heat up uncontrollably.

Zhu Songning put down the brush and looked up at her.

“Sister, I’m ready. How about you?”

Shen Qingyu’s hand reached for her jacket.

From the jacket to the shirt, with every layer she shed, she could hear Zhu Songning’s breathing grow a fraction heavier. By the end, Zhu Songning simply could not look away.

In the dim light, the Omega’s exposed skin took on a soft tone, like a piece of pure white canvas that had yet to be touched by a brush, its texture fine and delicate.

Embarrassed by the stare, Shen Qingyu pushed against Zhu Songning’s shoulder with her hand, urging her to hurry up and stop lingering.

Only then did Zhu Songning reluctantly withdraw her gaze and pick up the brush again.

Her fingers were long and strong; she had once studied painting professionally, and her grip on the brush looked highly skilled—fingertips lightly pinching it, using a knuckle to steady the barrel so it wouldn’t wobble.

“Sister, how about I paint a jasmine flower for you?”

With the first stroke, an icy sensation swept across her.

Shen Qingyu was ticklish; the moment she felt the cold touch, she instinctively flinched. If Zhu Songning’s reactions hadn’t been fast enough, that single stroke would have gone crooked.

“Don’t move, Sister.”

Zhu Songning freed one hand, reaching up to grip her waist to hold her body firmly in place.

“But it tickles,” Shen Qingyu bit her lip, her eyelashes trembling slightly like a butterfly’s wings. “I’ll try my best to cooperate.”

Shen Qingyu’s skin was too fair, so Zhu Songning re-adjusted the colors. The second stroke fell in the same spot, and a petal of jasmine white bloomed quietly upon the skin, so detailed it seemed as if it might release a fragrance at any moment.

Shen Qingyu followed through on her promise, doing her best to suppress her physical reactions, only trembling slightly at the moment of contact, showing great restraint.

Zhu Songning’s hand tightened around the brush.

This vibration was like a butterfly flapping its wings—just a tiny, subtle change, yet it caused a tsunami in Zhu Songning’s heart because of the “butterfly effect.”

After the petals came the green leaves.

Zhu Songning had a natural talent for color; the green she mixed was vibrant and full of life, the kind that immediately brought to mind a scene of bright spring scenery.

Using a fine brush, she pressed and dragged the green leaves, placing them beside the white flowers and along the beautiful curves of the body. Buds began to bloom in layers, encircling a dash of bright red at the center.

A faint scent began to diffuse.

Zhu Songning’s nose caught the familiar scent of jasmine tea. She looked up to see Shen Qingyu’s crimson face—more delicate and beautiful than any flower.

Moved by an impulse, she dropped the brush. The hand on the other woman’s waist moved upward, pressing against the back of her head to draw her down.

The Alpha tilted her head back, and their lips met.

The sunlight, passing through that narrow slit in the curtains, happened to fall right on the tips of their noses and their tightly intertwined lips.

Shen Qingyu quietly opened one eye, happening to meet Zhu Songning’s gaze.

Zhu Songning gazed at her, her light-colored eyes appearing even more translucent under the sunlight—a bright, warm brown with a curve of light like a crescent moon.

These were the eyes she had longed for day and night.

Zhu Songning pressed the hand behind her head a little harder, their lips grinding against one another as neither woman yielded an inch.

After a long while, Zhu Songning finally panted out, “Sister, you are so beautiful.”

Before Shen Qingyu could even react, Zhu Songning kissed her again.

However, this time the kiss did not land on her lips.

Beginning from her shoulder, Zhu Songning’s kisses followed the dried pigments on her skin, tracing a path downward. Everywhere she passed felt as though it were being marked, tainted by the scent of her pheromones.

The pheromones seeped through Shen Qingyu’s skin, permeating her body with an aura that belonged exclusively to Zhu Songning—intense and impossible to ignore.

“You…”

This kind of kissing was even more stirring and unbearable than a direct kiss on the lips. Shen Qingyu’s body soon began to tremble violently again as Zhu Songning’s kisses strayed onto the painted jasmine petals.

As she kissed her, Zhu Songning’s gaze fell bluntly upon her body, watching the snow-white skin, the pure flowers painted in pigment, and that single dash of crimson.

After staring for a long time, she finally looked up at her. She saw the Omega’s usually composed face flickering with a hint of bewilderment and a happiness tinged with pain. Shen Qingyu’s hands were clenched tight into fists in the air, yet they drifted aimlessly, swaying slightly with the tremors of her body.

Wave after wave of soft breath brushed past Zhu Songning’s ears, causing her eardrums to tighten and then relax.

Moving closer to Shen Qingyu, she could smell the fragrance on her more clearly. Aside from what was being released from the glands at the nape of her neck, even her skin exuded a scent so faint it was nearly imperceptible.

Sister.

It was her sister’s scent.

It wasn’t particularly rich.

—Zhu Songning had smelled pheromones much richer than this; in those moments when the Omega clung to her shoulders while reaching the peak, the fragrance of jasmine tea would be released entirely without reservation.

Yet this hint of light fragrance gave Zhu Songning the illusion that it was wafting out from a painting, making her feel uneasy and flushed all over.

To reach Shen Qingyu’s height, her body was positioned between the other’s knees. Consequently, at this moment, Shen Qingyu’s subconscious, restless leg movements did not escape Zhu Songning’s notice.

Zhu Songning’s movements lagged for a moment.

Taking advantage of this gap, Shen Qingyu’s hands no longer remained clenched in fists. Her hand dropped down as if by accident, secretly stealing a bit of color from the palette. In that moment while Zhu Songning was dazed, she swiftly smeared it onto her cheek.

Zhu Songning reacted quickly, snapping her head to the side to avoid her hand. The stroke didn’t land fully on her face, but because of the dodge, it stained the tip of her nose instead.

“Yuyu!”

Zhu Songning wrinkled her nose and turned back, looking at her with a mock-reproachful expression.

“Why aren’t you calling me ‘Sister’ this time?”

Shen Qingyu made a move as if to kick her, only to have her ankle snatched by Zhu Songning.

The Alpha’s palm moved from the ankle, following the curve of the calf upward until it clamped onto her thigh. She rose from the chair, stepping directly into Shen Qingyu’s space.

The oppressive pressure of an Alpha descended instantly.

“Do you really have to tease me?” Zhu Songning pressed her tongue against her teeth. “Sister, then let’s play something else.”

At some point, her hand had gripped a new brush.

As she took the brush, her hand “accidentally” knocked over the water cup nearby used for rinsing. The water splashed across the floor in an instant, creating shimmering arcs that glistened on the ground.

“Sister, I have no water to wash my brush. Can I borrow some of yours? Is that convenient?”

Zhu Songning absent-mindedly twirled the brush in her hand, but her gaze lowered, landing squarely on her.

“It’s just a small request. Sister wouldn’t refuse me, would she?”

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