I Ran Away After Flirting with the Goddess - Chapter 27.1

Chapter 27.1

“Hmm…”

Shen Lishu looked deeply at An Rongrong and said with certainty, “You’re acting more and more like a sasaeng fan.”

First asking for WeChat, then Weibo, and finally a phone number would the next step be investigating her home address?

Wait, no. Last time An Rongrong was drunk, she had already been to the underground garage of her apartment building. If she asked for anything else, it would be her unit number.

Developing according to this pattern, Shen Lishu felt she wouldn’t be surprised if the next time she opened her door, she found An Rongrong wearing overalls and a tank top, curled up on her sofa eating potato chips and watching dramas.

The only difference was that if it were a sasaeng fan, Shen Lishu might call the police. If it were An Rongrong—

Shen Lishu pondered. If it were An Rongrong, she would pick her up by the scruff of her neck like a kitten and make her sit on the floor to eat those crumb-dropping snacks, staying far away from her high-end sofa.

“It’s not that I can’t give it to you,” Shen Lishu glanced at her, eyes shimmering with a captivating charm. “But that depends on how sweet your mouth is.”

Sweet, sweet, sweet! Her mouth was extra sweet!

An Rongrong was like a puppy seeing a meaty bone. She stared straight at Shen Lishu’s beautifully shaped lips. Her breath hitched, her fingers tightened, and her heart skipped a beat.

She blinked and tentatively called out, “Goddess?”

Shen Lishu frowned slightly and gave a soft hum. “No.”

“Then, Sister Lishu?” An Rongrong upped the ante, slowly narrowing the distance in her forms of address. “Older Sister?”

“You’ve called me that before.” Shen Lishu shook her head in refusal. “Try another one.”

Another one?

Was calling her “Sister” not sweet enough?

“It’s missing a certain feeling,” Shen Lishu made a show of leaning toward the other side of the sofa, letting out a dissatisfied sound. “It’s not very sweet.”

“Empress Dowager, Your Highness, Boss, my Financial Benefactor Daddy!” Seeing Shen Lishu about to leave, An Rongrong grew frantic.

For a moment, her actions were faster than her brain’s reactions. She reached out and grabbed Shen Lishu’s arm, hanging onto her just like she did the first time, her face full of despair. “Sister, sister, sister, sister~”

She flattened her lips and acted spoiled, her sweetness level instantly hitting the max. “Sister, just give it to me.”

Give a girl a chance! She couldn’t exactly just blurt out: Hi, Wifey!

Even if An Rongrong had twice the courage, she wouldn’t dare call her that directly.

Caught by An Rongrong and unable to shake her off, Shen Lishu couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re such a rascal.”

An Rongrong sometimes felt like early summer—bright, slightly cool, possessing the heat of early June and the freshness of late spring. No matter how much she pestered you, you never felt annoyed.

Shen Lishu pressed her palm against An Rongrong’s head, “sealing” her in place so the girl wouldn’t crawl up her arm.

Shen Lishu pulled out her phone with feigned helplessness and made a demand: “No prank calling me and waking me up at night.”

“I won’t, I won’t,” An Rongrong raised four fingers, her bright eyes rivaling the stars in the sky. “I promise on my name as a die-hard fan!”

After they exchanged numbers, the assistant director came over to call them. It was time to do makeup and change clothes for the night scene.

After meeting Chen Yu, the relationship between Ye Tan and Luo Yue moves a step closer. Luo Yue has moved from her rental room into Ye Tan’s small apartment, and the two have decorated the place to feel like a home.

They leave for work together and return with groceries, just like an ordinary couple.

Having spent a long time together, it’s inevitable they’d talk about the past, but Ye Tan remains tight-lipped about her history, always diverting the subject. Once or twice could be called a coincidence, but as it happens more often, Luo Yue can’t help but feel curious and suspicious.

Ye Tan’s past seems like a fog; Luo Yue wants to peer inside but can’t find an entrance. Before falling in love, Ye Tan always smoked and drank habits learned during her student days. Although she quit because Luo Yue didn’t like the smell, Luo Yue occasionally finds a lighter in Ye Tan’s office drawer.

That period of time must have had a great impact on Ye Tan, which is why she used to seek solace in the smoke and numb herself with alcohol.

They have argued several times over this issue, and tonight, it finally explodes. Luo Yue unhappily locks herself in her room to wipe away tears, while Ye Tan sits on the sofa, frustratedly rubbing her hair, before finally lowering her head and knocking on the bedroom door.

This was the part they were filming today. Following this, Ye Tan would take Luo Yue back to her old alma mater. Revealing this past would bring their relationship even closer.

Outside, the sky had turned completely dark, and the brilliant lights of the “Sleepless City” of Shanghai flickered on.

An Rongrong sat on the edge of the bed listening to Director Mao explain the scene. “First of all, you have to cry.”

Perhaps because An Rongrong looked too carefree, Director Mao doubted her professional ability. “If you really can’t do it, pinch your thigh. But you can’t show the pain on your face.”

An Rongrong: “…”

Usually, professional actors can cry on command. As a sophomore newcomer, An Rongrong could only be considered semi-professional—slow to enter the role and slow to leave it.

“Mobilize your emotions. Try to think of something unhappy, but keep your facial expressions under control,” Party A Mao said. “You’re fighting with Ye Tan. Your heart is 60% aggrieved, 20% confused, and 20% angry. Capture that balance and cry with a sense of layering.”

An Rongrong: “…”

An Rongrong was 60% dazed, 20% lost, and 20% “I can’t do this.” She wondered if Director Mao’s voice would have “layering” when he yelled at her later?

After speaking, Director Mao looked at his watch and gave An Rongrong five minutes to get into character.

Think of something unhappy?

An Rongrong blinked. But everything that had happened around her these past few days was happy. Or rather, since she started acting with Shen Lishu, An Rongrong felt like she was living on a “Planet of Happiness” every day.

After Director Mao finished with An Rongrong, he went to talk to Shen Lishu. Compared to An Rongrong, Shen Lishu was incredibly easy to lead. They only needed a few words to get each other’s meaning it couldn’t be easier.

Shen Lishu sat on the armrest of the living room sofa, tilting her face to make it easy for the makeup artist to touch her up, while her peripheral vision drifted toward the bedroom.

An Rongrong was sitting on the edge of the bed, twisting frantically like that “Kakapo” parrot meme online. She didn’t look like she was brewing a crying mood; she looked like she was being driven into a nervous frenzy by Director Mao’s five-minute deadline.

Seeing that she was truly struggling to cry, Shen Lishu walked over after her makeup was done. She crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe, knocking lightly. “Hey, little lady.”

Shen Lishu tilted her head with a roguish air and asked, “Got time to go out for a drink tonight?”

An Rongrong turned her head to look at Shen Lishu. She was dressed in casual loungewear a loose, pure white cotton T-shirt paired with black ultra-short shorts. Her wavy hair cascaded behind her, and her overall vibe was lazy and comfortable.

“I’m asking you, little lady,” Shen Lishu’s slipper-clad foot tapped lightly on the wooden floor, making a sound to remind the spacing-out An Rongrong. “Do you have time?”

“…Y-Yes.” An Rongrong stammered.

Her gaze fell uncontrollably on Shen Lishu’s slender, bony ankles, and she couldn’t look away. Like a “dirty old man,” she wanted to reach out and touch them. her cheeks turned slightly red.

On one hand, An Rongrong despised herself for lusting after the Goddess’s body! On the other hand, she comforted herself that the Goddess’s figure was so hot it would be weirder if she didn’t lust after it.

What’s the point of living if you aren’t a bit lecherous? “How are you”?

An Rongrong stared blatantly at Shen Lishu’s long legs, which were so white they reflected light, and unconsciously swallowed her saliva.

She already couldn’t conjure up the urge to cry, and now, being teased by Shen Lishu’s few words, her heart was fluttering her state of mind was completely trashed.

An Rongrong’s brain was currently split. On one side was Director Mao’s layered scolding, and on the other was Shen Lishu’s long white legs, pulling her left and right.

“Go drink what?” Between the two, An Rongrong chose the long legs without hesitation. She followed the ankles upward to meet Shen Lishu’s gaze, looking at her with a restless eagerness.

Never mind a drink; if Shen Lishu said she wanted to take her and elope behind Director Mao’s back right now, An Rongrong wouldn’t hesitate for a second!

Shen Lishu’s smile was captivating. “Of course we’re drinking—”

She suspended An Rongrong’s emotions. Seeing the girl’s anticipation reach its peak as she stared intently at her, Shen Lishu’s face suddenly went stiff. She withdrew her smile and said like a devil, “You can’t even cry, and you still want to go for a drink?”

What? With that look of not being able to cry, did she think she could have a glass of ‘Fat House Happy Water’ (Coke) to celebrate?

An Rongrong stared blankly at Shen Lishu, her eyes rounded in shock, her face full of astonishment.

D-Director Mao, take off that outer skin, Director Mao! Don’t use Shen Lishu’s body to speak! I’ve recognized you, Director Mao!

An Rongrong didn’t want to believe it. How could the Goddess’s beautiful, soft lips say such cold, heartbreaking words? Usually, this “bad cop” role should be played by Director Mao! Goddess, did you take the wrong script?! You should be the “kissy-huggy-hold-you-high” character for me! How can you have two faces? QAQ.

“Feel like crying yet?” Shen Lishu asked.

An Rongrong nodded woodenly. More than wanting to cry, she was so scared by Shen Lishu’s instant face-changing technique that she wanted to crawl away. The Goddess who was swaying seductively and tempting her for a drink just now had turned into the big-browed, big-eyed Director Mao in the blink of an eye. An Rongrong was so scared all her thoughts vanished.

She reached out to grab the script next to her and looked down to flip through it, not daring to meet Shen Lishu’s eyes. The “car” in her brain that was about to speed off to the edge of the city had just blown its tires and veered into a ditch, four wheels in the air, engine stalled.

Shen Lishu looked at An Rongrong, blinked twice, and gave a soft “hmm” in her heart. Did I scare her?

Shen Lishu hadn’t expected An Rongrong to be so timid. She saw An Rongrong twisting around on the bed earlier and knew she couldn’t settle down to get into character. If this delayed the filming schedule, Director Mao would scold her even harder. Rather than letting Director Mao shout at her, it was better to help her adjust herself.

Though it seemed she had scared An Rongrong, the results currently looked quite good. Shen Lishu thought deeply: if she ever stopped acting, she could consider taking over for Director Mao and developing a career as a director.

“Five minutes are up,” Director Mao came in checking his watch, his brow already impatient. He looked crossly at Shen Lishu leaning on the doorframe. “You, go back to your sofa. Stop affecting her here. She already has a hard time getting into character, and you’re still flirting with her.”

“Who said I was flirting with her,” Shen Lishu felt quite happy being a bit playful. “I was clearly scaring her.”

An Rongrong took a deep breath and looked up at Director Mao. She stared at his face for about five or six seconds. Her eyes filled with a misty fog, and her rims slowly turned red.

“Good, good. Now just control the expression a bit,” Director Mao clapped his hands to signal the departments. “Prepare to film.”

The clapper loader came over. “Night Scene, Scene 1, Take 1, Action!”

Luo Yue feels aggrieved. Like everyone in their first relationship, she has an intense curiosity about her partner’s past. She wants to know if someone other than her has left a mark on her lover’s emotions—especially since Ye Tan is always hiding things, which makes Luo Yue even more suspicious.

She locks herself in the room, with only a small bedside nightlight on, shedding silent tears. It’s just one argument, but Luo Yue has already thought about how to console herself after a breakup. Even without Ye Tan, she can live well, eat on time, sleep on time, and practice piano on time it won’t have a big impact.

Despite saying so, tears fall uncontrollably, and her heart aches as if someone is pinching it. Just thinking about a future without Ye Tan makes her feel like her whole heart is empty.

While she is sad and aggrieved, Ye Tan outside isn’t feeling any better. Luo Yue is the moon in the sky, a flower in the snow—the cleanest and most beautiful existence in the world. Ye Tan doesn’t want her to know about her messy past; she is unwilling to let the dark side of this world stain her.

But the more she doesn’t speak, the more curious Luo Yue becomes. Their relationship has already been affected by the past. Ye Tan crouches on the sofa, frustratingly rubbing her hair, before finally resigning herself to her fate and shuffling her slippers to the bedroom door.

The sound of the slippers dragging on the living room floor interrupts Luo Yue’s crying. She takes a deep breath, looking up at the lily-petal-shaped chandelier, and quickly wipes the tear tracks from her face with the back of her hand.

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