After Failing To Win Over the Yandere Best Actress, I Got Marked - Chapter 37

“Traveling?” Su Jin exclaimed, the warmth of Ye Qinglan still lingering on her lips. “Are you sure that’s okay?”

Ye Qinglan’s slender fingers brushed lightly across her cheek, her voice deep and gentle: “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“But the situation with Song Jing hasn’t been resolved yet. If the director calls us back…” Su Jin frowned, her fingers mindlessly twisting the hem of her clothes.

“Leave everything to me,” Ye Qinglan interrupted, placing a fingertip against Su Jin’s lips. “Just for today, don’t think about anything.”

Su Jin wanted to say more, but she was silenced by Ye Qinglan suddenly leaning in for a kiss.

The kiss was tender yet lingering, carrying a firm resolve that brooked no refusal.

When Ye Qinglan finally released her, Su Jin leaned into her embrace, panting heavily. Her face was flushed as she said softly, “It’s really not the time for traveling!”

Ye Qinglan’s gaze darkened instantly, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

Sensing her displeasure, Su Jin hurried to explain: “Sister Li specifically called me. I can’t leave until things are settled. The company can’t afford the penalty fee for the production, and she really wants me to go on that dating show.”

She lowered her voice, “But with all this trouble lately, it’s best not to have too much exposure. So I told Sister Li I’d wait until the heat dies down before doing the dating show.”

Ye Qinglan hummed in response, her expression remaining largely unchanged.

Su Jin pursed her lips, and a sudden idea struck her. “How about you teach me how to act? With a Best Actress as my teacher, I’m sure I’ll win an award soon.”

“What do you say, Teacher Ye?”

The title made Ye Qinglan’s eyebrows arch slightly.

Su Jin’s eyes sparkled. “Since we’re just idling at home anyway, learning more will be good for my future performances. If I win an award later, I can stand on stage and say you are my only teacher! Just thinking about it is exciting.”

Having said that, she jogged over to grab a script. “Can you teach me this scene?”

Su Jin wanted to distract her quickly and didn’t look closely at the page she flipped to before shoving it into Ye Qinglan’s hand.

Ye Qinglan took the script, scanned it, and a meaningful smile curled on her lips.

“Are you sure you want to rehearse this part?”

“Yes!” Su Jin nodded haphazardly. “We haven’t filmed this scene yet. It’s better to practice now so I can perform better when the time comes.”

Ye Qinglan’s gaze shifted instantly.

She took a few steps back. When she looked up again, her eyes were filled with fury: “You think I’ll believe your lies?”

Startled by the sudden transformation, Su Jin instinctively backed away. “I… I didn’t…”

“You didn’t?” Ye Qinglan pressed closer, every word sharp as a knife. “Then explain why her underwear is in your house!”

Su Jin was dazed. Only after looking down at the script did she realize she had picked the most intense argument scene in the play.

She hurriedly adjusted her state and sat on the sofa, appearing composed. “Wasn’t that underwear left here by you?”

Ye Qinglan grabbed her wrist, her grip so strong it hurt. “Mine? When have you ever seen me wear something like that?”

“No?” Su Jin feigned innocence. “No one else has been to my house except you.”

“They have. She was here, wasn’t she?” Ye Qinglan was fully immersed in the role, her eyes red with anger as she glared. “This belongs to her, too, doesn’t it?”

She threw the garment harshly at Su Jin’s face. “Zhou Yu, can you ever tell a single word of truth!”

“I am telling the truth.” Like a deviant, Su Jin picked up the garment from her face and brought it to her nose to sniff it. “Lin Xia, I told you from the start we can give you sex, but nothing else.”

That casual sentence made Ye Qinglan’s eyes redden with rage. “But you said you loved me!”

“I’ve said that to many people,” Su Jin shrugged. “If you believed it, it just means you’re naive.”

“So you lied to me!” Ye Qinglan’s gaze turned from anger to agony as she suddenly pulled Su Jin into her arms.

“Why…” her voice choked, “Why did you lie to me?”

Su Jin was caught off guard by the sudden shift but quickly followed the beat.

She struggled to push her away: “Lin Xia, feelings are mutual. Besides, when did I lie? How much of what’s said in bed is ever true?”

Ye Qinglan looked on in disbelief. “Everything you said in bed was a lie?”

Seeing she couldn’t break free, Su Jin let it go. “Isn’t pillow talk just for flirtation? Didn’t you enjoy hearing it? Since you were happy, why nitpick so much?”

“Happy?” Ye Qinglan’s voice spiked. She gripped Su Jin’s chin. “You call this being happy?”

“Aren’t you?” Su Jin countered.

Tears welled up in Ye Qinglan’s watery eyes.

She squeezed her chin tightly. “Zhou Yu, you are a liar!”

With that, she suddenly lowered her head and kissed Su Jin’s lips fiercely.

The kiss carried the character’s anger and love, far more brutal than their usual encounters.

Su Jin was kissed breathless, her fingers mindlessly clutching Ye Qinglan’s collar.

When she was finally released, her legs were weak, and she could barely stand.

“The script…” she panted, “didn’t say it had to be that forceful…”

Ye Qinglan chuckled, her finger brushing over Su Jin’s swollen lips. “But it feels more real this way, doesn’t it?”

Before Su Jin could respond, she leaned down again, this time kissing her with a lingering tenderness.

Su Jin unconsciously closed her eyes, sinking into the kiss.

When Ye Qinglan’s hand began to wander restlessly toward her waist, Su Jin jolted awake: “Wait! We don’t need to rehearse the next part!”

“Why?” Ye Qinglan blinked innocently. “Bed scenes are part of acting, too.”

“I… I’m not prepared…” Su Jin retreated, her face flushed.

Ye Qinglan didn’t give her a chance to escape. She swept her up in a princess carry. “Then prepare now.”

“Ye Qinglan!” Su Jin cried out, instinctively wrapping her arms around her neck. “Put me down!”

“Shh…” Ye Qinglan lowered her head, her nose grazing Su Jin’s cheek. “Remember this feeling. This is the reaction of being picked up by a lover.”

She carried Su Jin toward the bedroom, every step making Su Jin’s heart race faster.

By the time she was placed gently on the bed, Su Jin was too embarrassed to open her eyes.

“Look at me,” Ye Qinglan’s voice suddenly turned serious. “When acting, you must always pay attention to your partner’s eyes.”

Su Jin was forced to open her eyes, meeting those bottomless dark orbs.

Ye Qinglan leaned over, her finger tracing Su Jin’s features. “The touch must be gentle, as if you’re handling a treasure.”

Her finger slid from the forehead to the nose, then the lips, finally stopping at the collarbone. “Every movement must let the audience feel the love.”

Su Jin trembled all over, unsure if it was from nerves or something else.

“Now,” Ye Qinglan’s lips were almost touching her earlobe, “it’s your turn.”

“Me?” Su Jin’s voice was as faint as a mosquito.

“Yes.” Ye Qinglan guided Su Jin’s hand onto her own chest. “Feel the rhythm of the heartbeat. Remember this frequency.”

Under Su Jin’s palm, Ye Qinglan’s heart was beating fast and heavy.

She suddenly realized this wasn’t just acting. Ye Qinglan was genuinely moved.

The realization made her even more flustered. She tried to pull her hand back, but it was held in place. “I… I think we should stop here for today…”

“No,” Ye Qinglan said with a firm, undeniable tone. “A professional actor finishes what they start.”

She led Su Jin’s hand slowly downward, stopping at her abdominals. “The muscles here rise and fall with the breath. Pay attention to the tempo.”

Su Jin’s face was hot enough to fry an egg, her fingers trembling slightly.

Ye Qinglan traced Su Jin’s lip line with her fingertip, her voice low and soft: “When acting, every touch must have a purpose.”

Her finger slid down, lingering at Su Jin’s collarbone. “Like this, you must make the audience feel the character’s emotion.”

Su Jin’s breathing grew ragged, her eyelashes fluttering. “I… I don’t quite understand…”

“It’s okay,” Ye Qinglan leaned in, her nose almost touching Su Jin’s. “I’ll teach you.”

Her lips brushed the corner of Su Jin’s mouth, teasingly close. “The most important part of a kissing scene is the coordination of breath.”

Su Jin unconsciously closed her eyes, feeling Ye Qinglan’s breath fan across her face.

When the soft lips finally pressed against hers, her fingers mindlessly gripped the bedsheets.

Ye Qinglan’s kiss was gentle and restrained, like tasting a precious dessert.

She pulled back slightly, looking at Su Jin’s flushed cheeks. “Your reaction is wrong. As a playgirl and a ‘scumbag,’ you shouldn’t be blushing; you should be counter-attacking.”

“I… I don’t know how,” Su Jin muttered softly.

During their time together, it had always been Ye Qinglan taking the lead in bed. To counter-attack Ye Qinglan…

Su Jin suddenly felt a small spark of excitement.

“Shall I teach you?” Ye Qinglan whispered, kissing her lips again.

“Then can you go slowly…” Su Jin couldn’t help but chase the lips that were about to leave.

Ye Qinglan laughed softly, her long fingers sliding into Su Jin’s hair. “Then we’ll go a little slower.”

This kiss was long and deep, carrying an irresistible tenderness.

Su Jin felt as if she were floating, able only to cling tightly to Ye Qinglan’s clothes.

When the other woman’s hand slid to her waist, she jolted. “This… this isn’t in the script…”

“Improvisation is also a mandatory course for an actor.” Ye Qinglan’s voice was tinged with a smile, her finger drawing light circles on Su Jin’s side. “The body should relax, but the expression should remain restrained.”

Su Jin bit her lower lip, trying hard not to make a sound.

Ye Qinglan’s lips traveled along her neckline, lingering at the sensitive spot behind her ear. “The sound of breathing can be appropriately amplified to let the audience feel the character’s passion.”

“You… you’re cheating…” Su Jin’s voice carried a slight tremor.

Ye Qinglan pulled her closer, their bodies fitting together without a gap. “This is teaching you how to convey the character’s feelings.”

Her palm stroked down Su Jin’s spine. “Every movement must have layers of depth.”

Ye Qinglan’s fingertips lightly skimmed over Su Jin’s collarbone, her voice carrying a seductive, low huskiness: “And everything must be like this.”

Her fingers slid slowly downward, “With intent.”

Su Jin’s breathing grew visibly rapid, her eyelashes trembling uncontrollably: “Like… like this?”

“No.” Ye Qinglan suddenly caught her wrist, guiding Su Jin’s fingers to stroke her own cheek. “Lighter. Like a feather brushing past.”

Su Jin’s fingers shook slightly as she cautiously traced the contours of Ye Qinglan’s face.

From the sharp brow bone to the high bridge of the nose, finally stopping at the soft petals of her lips.

Ye Qinglan gazed at her, tilting Su Jin’s chin up slightly with her finger, a dangerous light flickering in her eyes: “Your breathing is erratic.”

Her thumb brushed over Su Jin’s slightly parted lips. “In performance, controlling your breath is more important than controlling your expression.”

Su Jin’s hurried gasps fanned against her fingertips: “I… I can’t do it…”

“Shh” Ye Qinglan suddenly leaned closer, her nose almost touching Su Jin’s. “Feel the rhythm of my breath.”

She deliberately slowed her breathing, the warm air brushing over Su Jin’s lips in a steady pattern. “Follow me. Inhale… exhale…”

Su Jin unconsciously followed her lead, the rise and fall of her chest gradually synchronizing with Ye Qinglan’s.

Ye Qinglan curled her lips in satisfaction: “Good. Now maintain this tempo.”

Her fingertips slid from Su Jin’s chin to the side of her neck, lightly pressing against the pulsing artery. “Here is the most honest reflection of emotion.”

The pulse beneath her fingertips beat fast and frantic. Ye Qinglan chuckled softly, “You’re very nervous.”

“I am not!” Su Jin insisted stubbornly, yet she jolted when the touch deepened.

Ye Qinglan moved unhurriedly behind her, placing both hands on her shoulders: “Relax. In acting, a stiff body is a cardinal sin.”

Her palms slid down Su Jin’s arms, eventually interlacing their fingers. “Feel my strength; remember this sense of guidance.”

Thin sweat broke out on Su Jin’s palms as Ye Qinglan led her hands to trace elegant arcs in the air. “Body language must be fluid, like dancing.”

“I… I’m not very good at dancing…” Su Jin’s voice was weak.

“It’s alright,” Ye Qinglan’s lips brushed her earlobe. “I’ll lead you.”

She suddenly tightened her arms, pressing Su Jin’s back against her chest.

Their bodies fit perfectly; Su Jin could clearly feel the heartbeat of the person behind her.

“Now, try to express anger with your eyes.” Ye Qinglan’s finger lightly stroked the corner of her eye. “Imagine I really betrayed you.”

Su Jin tried to widen her eyes, but the moment she met Ye Qinglan’s deep gaze, she crumbled instantly. She looked away in a panic: “I… I can’t…”

“Look at me.” Ye Qinglan gripped her chin, forcing her to look directly at her. “Anger isn’t about bulging your eyes. It’s…”

Her gaze suddenly turned cold, sharp as a blade, “This feeling of being pierced.”

Su Jin gasped, stunned by the sudden transformation.

Yet Ye Qinglan instantly retracted her sharpness, returning to her gentle self: “See? Emotional transitions must be fast and natural.”

She stepped back, making an inviting gesture: “Now, it’s your turn to lead.”

Su Jin bit her lower lip and stepped forward, her fingers trembling as they touched Ye Qinglan’s cheek.

Her movements were as clumsy as if she were touching fine porcelain for the first time, terrified that a fraction more force would shatter it.

“Too light.” Ye Qinglan grabbed her hand and pressed it firmly against her own heart. “A touch must have presence. Let the audience feel the strength.”

The heartbeat beneath her palm was steady and powerful. Su Jin unconsciously curled her fingers, clutching Ye Qinglan’s lapel.

This action seemed to please the other woman; a hint of a smile flashed in Ye Qinglan’s eyes: “Good. Now push me.”

“What?”

“According to the script, this is when you should push me away.” Ye Qinglan guided her hand to her shoulder. “Use force.”

Su Jin hesitated and gave a shove, but the force was as light as a caress.

Ye Qinglan didn’t budge. She raised an eyebrow: “Is that your full strength?”

Provoked, Su Jin finally gave a hard shove. Ye Qinglan cooperated by stumbling back a few steps, bumping into the coffee table.

She let out an exaggerated muffled groan, though her eyes were full of playfulness: “Finally, you’re getting the hang of it.”

Before Su Jin could feel proud, Ye Qinglan lunged forward, pinning her between herself and the wall: “But the counter-attack must be faster.”

Her knee pressed between Su Jin’s legs, her voice dropping an octave, “Like this.”

Their bodies pressed together. Su Jin could feel the tension in Ye Qinglan’s thigh muscles.

Her breathing became disordered again, her fingers helplessly scraping the wall behind her.

“Don’t hide.” Ye Qinglan pinned her wrists against the wall. “Now, kiss me the way I taught you.”

Su Jin’s eyelashes trembled violently: “I…”

“Remember the breathing rhythm,” Ye Qinglan whispered coaxingly. “Touch lightly first, then go deep…”