Becoming the Comfort Alpha for the Aloof Movie Queen - Chapter 33

Pressed Down onto the Bed by the Alpha

When Liang Ruojing first debuted, her eyes were her most striking feature. Fans praised them as a pair of eyes “naturally meant for loving”—affectionate, loyal, and devoted.

Ming Tanqing remained silent, her gaze sweeping over Liang Ruojing’s open collar. For an actor, kissing scenes, like any other scene, were simply a part of their life. Yet, Ming Tanqing felt an inexplicable nervousness. Perhaps it was because this was her first kiss with someone in a truly meaningful sense.

In her palm, the Alpha’s face felt soft to the touch. Even though Liang Ruojing was the one crouching, Ming Tanqing felt as if she were the one being suppressed by the Alpha.

“Sister Ming?” Liang Ruojing asked, the high bridge of her nose brushing against the Omega’s fingertips. Her gaze was both innocent and suggestive, staring fixedly at Ming Tanqing’s lips.

Ming Tanqing lifted her head and closed her eyes in bashful surrender. A flush crept onto her cheeks—a delicate and submissive loveliness.

As if struck by inspiration, Liang Ruojing wrapped her arms around Ming Tanqing’s waist. A warm kiss landed first on the forehead—a kiss of cherished affection, like a lover’s. That kiss quickly migrated to her eyes, then her nose, then her cheeks… gentle and intimate, as if playing with a precious treasure.

Ming Tanqing’s legs went weak, and she began to sink, only to be caught by the Alpha. Liang Ruojing climbed onto the sofa as well, her legs straddling the space to trap the blushing Omega firmly in place for her kisses.

Stop playing around…

Unable to resist the high concentration of mint fragrance surrounding her, Ming Tanqing let out a soft moan. Just as she was about to speak, her first syllable was captured by the Alpha’s lips.

So hot.

The moment their lips touched, Liang Ruojing caught a whiff of a mind-clouding sweetness. It steamed up from the deepest bones of the person in her arms, constantly teasing the Alpha’s nerves.

Liang Ruojing held Ming Tanqing, her lips rubbing heavily against those two soft, jelly-like petals. Her burning hand slid down the Omega’s waist; every curve of the Omega’s body suited her preferences perfectly. At the dip of the side waist, Liang Ruojing’s fingers hooked under the thin fabric, pressing directly against the smooth skin.

It was warm to the touch.

Ming Tanqing shuddered, her hands resting on Liang Ruojing as she opened her mouth slightly.

So fragrant.

All of Liang Ruojing’s blood seemed to be ignited by the lily fragrance in the Omega’s mouth. She pried open the Omega’s lips, devouring the sweet moisture within. The sound of soft wetness filled the air.

Ming Tanqing tilted her head back, her originally cool and elegant face now flushed beyond recognition. The young Alpha did not understand gentleness; she urgently sucked in every breath the Omega took. Ming Tanqing didn’t find the kissing much better than being marked; a surging heat flowed toward her lower abdomen, slowly grinding away at her.

“Enough…”

Ming Tanqing pushed at her, turning her head to avoid a deeper kiss. Liang Ruojing’s misty eyes watched her for a few seconds. Her usually submissive gaze turned stubborn; she refused to stop. Cupping the back of the Omega’s head with both hands, she kissed her heavily again.

This time the assault was even heavier, the soft tip of her tongue hooked and held. Ming Tanqing felt as if her very soul was being held in the other’s mouth and toyed with. Her pale pink lips were rubbed a vivid red, her breath filled with passion.

Ming Tanqing’s heartstrings trembled, her thick eyelashes fluttering rapidly. Gradually, her pale grey-blue eyes were covered in mist. She had actually been kissed to tears by the Alpha.

“Liang Ruojing… enough…”

It wasn’t until a faint metallic taste of blood appeared in her mouth that Liang Ruojing finally let go. Yet she did not pull away, still holding the trembling Omega tightly. Ming Tanqing turned her head and coughed; her panting was far more intense than what a simple kiss would warrant.

The Alpha held her, face buried in the Omega’s neck—insecure, as if terrified the person in her arms would disappear. In the room, the sounds of their breathing intertwined.

It took Ming Tanqing half a minute to regain the ability to speak. “You bit my lip.”

The Alpha’s voice was hoarse. “Sister Ming, did it feel good?”

Liang Ruojing could feel that Ming Tanqing had a reaction. Rubbing gently against her leg—so cute.

Ming Tanqing’s face flushed deeper and deeper. Gathering a bit of strength, she finally pushed the Alpha away. “It was just average.”

But she couldn’t hide the more revealing redness on her face. Ming Tanqing turned away; she needed to take a shower to suppress the fire in her heart.

Liang Ruojing’s eyes followed her every move, seeing the Omega’s lips—the ones she had just sucked on—soft, red, and moist. The Alpha nodded seriously.

“Okay, I’ll learn more.”

Ming Tanqing’s figure paused. The numbness still lingered at her waist, and her peach-blossom eyes were still brimming with the traces of spring. It was only the first time, and it was already like this.

“There’s no need to learn.”

Liang Ruojing believed she had performed well during that kiss. The subtle sourness in her heart had vanished, replaced by the Omega’s soft touch and hurried breathing.

Unfortunately, Sister Ming seemed to have some complaints. Not only did she deliberately sleep with her back to her last night, but she also didn’t give Liang Ruojing a pleasant look this morning. A cool, beautiful face, finished with lips bitten to a vivid red.

Ming Tanqing stood with her arms crossed, glaring coldly at Liang Ruojing. Liang Ruojing apologized skillfully, though in reality, she spent the whole morning reminiscing.

But learning was still necessary. Liang Ruojing looked at the tablet on her lap. An electronic “Kissing Bible,” a 502-page PDF she bought on Taobao for 19.9 yuan.

When Xiao Xing ran over, Liang Ruojing instantly switched screens. She had practiced this skill back in school—except back then, she was looking at Ming Tanqing’s magazines.

“Sister Jing! It’s time to wait backstage!”

“Alright, I’ll be right there.” Liang Ruojing took off her coat and followed the crew to the set.

After four days together, most of the crew had figured out Liang Ruojing’s true personality. People gradually began to greet her proactively. The script supervisor had been working all morning. Seeing Liang Ruojing approach, they whispered a reminder: “Director Lin isn’t in a good mood today. The last take was cut too many times; the lines kept being forgotten.”

Liang Ruojing looked over. Not far away, Lin Xiuzhu was staring intently at the monitor, her expression serious and focused. By the camera, the assistant director was explaining a scene to another actor. That person’s makeup was ruined, and their face was pale.

To be honest, Liang Ruojing admired Lin Xiuzhu. She was the busiest person in the entire crew, doing everything herself and mostly eating and sleeping on set. Liang Ruojing had been put through the wringer by her, but she had also gained a lot.

Three hours later.

Liang Ruojing wiped the sweat from her forehead, glaring at the relaxed Lin Xiuzhu behind the camera. She retracted her earlier thought—Lin Xiuzhu was a devil.

Sensing Liang Ruojing’s gaze, Lin Xiuzhu glanced at her and quickly looked away. “Where’s the makeup artist? Fix Liang Ruojing’s makeup. We continue in half an hour.”

Faint gasps could be heard from the surroundings. A new staff member whispered, “How many takes has it been? Still not good enough?”

A veteran employee was unfazed. “This is nothing. Last year when we filmed Ke Qing, we ground out a single scene for an entire day.”

Hearing this, Liang Ruojing’s soul nearly left her body. Returning to the lounge, she no longer studied the Kissing Bible; she clutched the script, researching every word.

This scene was an outdoor chase. Han Jiahe had found the first clue regarding her mother’s death and followed a suspect into a residential area. The suspect went upstairs, and she lay in ambush downstairs, keeping watch in the same spot all night. The next morning, the suspect emerged. Han Jiahe immediately gave chase, turning into an alley and running with all her might. Just as she was about to catch them, a voice called out from behind. It was Sun Ying, asking what she was doing there. Han Jiahe couldn’t answer, the person got away, and she collapsed to the ground in frustration and hatred.

Over a 200-meter stretch, Liang Ruojing had already run back and forth ten times. You Qian wasn’t there; her stunt double was filling in today, with lines to be dubbed later. Liang Ruojing was soaked in sweat. She went back to change her clothes, and the assistant director came over with the script to discuss the scene.

“Ruojing…” the assistant director began.

Liang Ruojing held the script, panting while listening intently. She always valued every second of these discussions as a learning opportunity. The assistant director was kind and patient. However, this time, after only a few words, the assistant director suddenly stopped, sighed, and said, “You’re not in character enough.”

Nearby, Lin Xiuzhu heard this and finally spoke. “Liang Ruojing, come look at the monitor.”

The assistant director’s eyes flashed with a moment of surprise; Lin Xiuzhu rarely communicated directly with actors like this. “Yes, yes, go take a look.”

Liang Ruojing went over and saw her previous performance on the monitor: appearing at the entrance of the residential area, chasing the suspect into the alley, the surprise of being called out, and the dejection of failure.

Lin Xiuzhu asked her, “Do you see the problem?”

Liang Ruojing shook her head honestly. She had put effort into every shot. She had even found the perfect angles.

Lin Xiuzhu casually called over a staff member and rewound the footage to the frame where Liang Ruojing fell to the ground. “Look at this shot. What’s your first reaction?”

The staff member stole a quick glance at Liang Ruojing and lowered their voice: “So handsome—”

On camera, the Alpha’s appearance was flawless—sharp features, a weary expression that instead added a sense of fragile beauty.

Lin Xiuzhu sent the person away and looked at Liang Ruojing again. “Do you understand now?”

Liang Ruojing still didn’t see it. She just looked like that; what was she supposed to do? Qin Wei’s words flashed through her mind, and a subtle sense of defiance rose in her heart. She could only pretend to understand and nodded.

The assistant director reminded her, “Get into character. Your emotions are too superficial.”

Liang Ruojing began to feel something. Five more takes were cut. Huahua was anxious watching from the side. It was already night. During a break, Liang Ruojing hurriedly ate a box lunch, changed her clothes, and prepared to film again.

However, Gu Jinghe stopped her on set. Liang Ruojing frowned impatiently. “Is something wrong?”

Gu Jinghe lowered her head. “Director Lin said we’ll film other scenes first. Sister Jing, wait on the side. We’ll film yours last; it won’t be a long wait.”

Liang Ruojing’s heart was suspended, an agonizing itch. From noon until now, at 8:00 PM, she had been grinding for eight hours. Fine, she would wait. She didn’t believe she couldn’t get through the scene tonight.

A cold wind blew through the alley. Several crew members urged Liang Ruojing to go to the lounge, but she firmly refused. Under the spotlights, others were filming. Liang Ruojing stood to the side, clutching her script. The pages were damp with sweat and then dried by the cold wind, becoming wrinkled.

Several actors finished their work and passed by Liang Ruojing, laughing and chatting. They suddenly went quiet and greeted her awkwardly: “Hi, Sister Jing. Still waiting?”

Liang Ruojing nodded; her eyes fixed on Lin Xiuzhu.

It wasn’t until 4:00 AM that the last originally scheduled scene of the day was finished. The assistant director gave a friendly smile, telling the actors to go rest. Lin Xiuzhu didn’t get up; she lit a cigarette and smoked in silence.

Liang Ruojing had held one position for too long; her joints cracked as she walked. She walked stiffly to Lin Xiuzhu and said, “I’m ready.”

The assistant director looked at her, a flicker of emotion in their eyes. Lin Xiuzhu held the cigarette in her mouth, her gaze as indifferent as ever. She blew out a cloud of smoke and commanded, “Let the lighting crew adjust. Focus on natural light.”

Only then did Liang Ruojing notice that the horizon was beginning to pale. The natural cold light spilled onto the blue-brick alley. It was exactly the same time as described in the script. A spark of inspiration flashed in her mind, but she couldn’t quite catch it.

A new take began. It was now 4:23 AM.

Han Jiahe wore simple everyday clothes. The cold wind lifted her bangs, revealing a weary face. Her dark circles were heavy, but her gaze was resolute, shining like a star. When Liang Ruojing stared into the camera, she treated the person opposite her as Lin Xiuzhu; it was impossible not to feel hostile.

Then, the actor playing the suspect appeared. Han Jiahe’s eyes lit up, and she immediately rushed out, but her legs went weak, and she stumbled. Liang Ruojing gritted her teeth and ran with all her might, rushing into the alley for the 23rd time.

The morning light was dim, and the air was thick with damp mist. She was just about to catch them. Suddenly, a voice came from behind.

“Han Jiahe, what are you doing there?”

The line was wrong; that wasn’t it.

The string in Liang Ruojing’s mind finally snapped. Her strength left her, her legs gave out, and she collapsed to the ground. Another failed take.

Liang Ruojing puffed and panted, tears almost escaping her eyes. The set was silent. The sun was coming up. The cold daylight shone on Liang Ruojing’s utterly disheveled face.

“Cut.”

In Liang Ruojing’s vision, Lin Xiuzhu remained stony-faced, seemingly still dissatisfied. She whispered something to the assistant director, who suddenly burst out laughing. Liang Ruojing couldn’t hear a single word of what they were saying.

Assistant Director: “That’s a wrap for today! Everyone worked hard, go back and get some rest.”

Eh? Just like that?

Liang Ruojing struggled to get up from the ground, wanting to ask the assistant director. She opened her mouth, but her throat was so hoarse she couldn’t make a sound. The art department crew suddenly came up, and the assistant director followed them away. Lin Xiuzhu was busy as well.

Huahua had already been sent back to rest. Xiao Xing quickly stepped forward to support the stumbling Liang Ruojing. “Sister Jing, let’s go back and rest first.”

Liang Ruojing nodded numbly. After changing, she returned to the hotel. It was now 6:00 AM. Xiao Xing wanted to see her up, but Liang Ruojing declined. “Go back and rest. I’ll find you if I need anything.”

After a few minutes of back and forth, Liang Ruojing was able to go upstairs alone. The key card swiped open the familiar door. The golden light of the room rushed into her arms, the strong glare making Liang Ruojing’s eyes water.

She walked into the inner room. A slender figure in a thin nightgown was standing at the foot of the bed. Ming Tanqing turned around and raised an eyebrow at the panting Alpha before her. She had been lively and cheerful when she left in the morning, so why was she so disheveled now?

Liang Ruojing swayed as she walked over, her shadow falling over the Omega, shrouding her. Ming Tanqing smiled. “What? I remember you didn’t have an overnight shoot—”

Perhaps it was the soothing scent of lilies, but Liang Ruojing suddenly lost all strength and fell directly onto Ming Tanqing. Caught off guard, Ming Tanqing couldn’t catch her and was pressed directly down onto the bed.

Ming Tanqing was dizzy from the fall. “Liang Ruojing, what’s wrong with you?”

She was still a bit angry; her lips had been too swollen to see anyone all day. Ming Tanqing called out a few more times, but there was no response. She felt a few drops of warmth on her fair chest.