I Ran Away After Flirting with the Goddess - Chapter 34

Chapter 34

An Rongrong’s breathing was completely haywire, and her mind went blank. Aside from Shen Lishu’s breathing near her ear, she could only hear the sound of her own heartbeat drumming against her eardrums.

How the hell was anyone supposed to withstand this?

Setting aside the fact that she was already gay, even a straight woman wouldn’t be able to resist Shen Lishu teasing her like this.

An Rongrong swallowed hard. Her fingers pressed against the door panel curled involuntarily. Her gaze flickered, and she said in a hoarse voice, “Yes.”

Regardless of whether it was a dream, or what would happen when the dream ended, An Rongrong wanted to lose herself with Shen Lishu in this cramped space at this very moment.

“You actually dare to ask for it?” The sexy, alluring aura surrounding Shen Lishu vanished instantly. She narrowed her eyes slightly at An Rongrong, her voice turning dangerous. “I couldn’t tell that such a young thing like you had such a heavy smoking habit!”

A good girl on the surface, but secretly into cigarettes and alcohol in private, is that it?

Just now, seeing An Rongrong staring at her so intently, Shen Lishu thought she was craving the cigarette in her hand and wanted to steal a puff while no one was around. It turned out to be true!

Shen Lishu couldn’t describe the feeling; it felt as if her pure white rose had been corrupted by someone.

An Rongrong froze for a moment, not quite processing the shift. “You… didn’t you say you’d give me a ‘feed’? So I said yes.”

She looked at Shen Lishu, feeling like they weren’t talking about the same thing. She explained, “I’ve never smoked. I don’t have a habit.”

“Then you said—” Shen Lishu suddenly realized, paused, and couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “My mistake.”

She flicked the ash off her cigarette, crossed one arm over her chest, and asked, “Well then, tell me, how do you want me to feed you?”

An Rongrong’s eyes lit up instantly. Her emotions surged, and just as she was about to speak, the assistant director knocked on the restroom door from outside.

“Are you two ladies ready? We need to prepare for the next scene.”

Inept at everything else, but number one at ruining the mood.

An Rongrong’s small face visibly fell; her soaring mood crashed instantly. Her shoulders slumped. Placing her hand on the doorknob, she turned her body and lowered her head, preparing to open the door.

Shen Lishu glanced at her sideways.

An Rongrong, having failed in her quest for a “smoke,” looked like a delicate flower hit by frost—her head hung low, even her leaves seemed curled up; she looked so wilted it was heart-wrenching.

It felt as though letting her leave just like this would leave a lingering regret. This intense feeling suddenly surged up, tugging at Shen Lishu’s heart. It prompted her, as if possessed, to reach out and press against the door panel, blocking An Rongrong’s movement to open it.

An Rongrong looked up in confusion.

Shen Lishu lowered her gaze to meet hers.

Neither of them spoke, but the atmosphere grew inexplicably thick. A sentiment called “ambiguity” quietly spread and expanded in the narrow space. The temperature rose, and their breathing became increasingly hot and heavy.

An Rongrong looked up at Shen Lishu, her heart racing uncontrollably. Her fingers picked at the dress pattern on her thigh, her breath slightly ragged.

“Do you still want it?” Shen Lishu asked her.

Did she mean that? Did she want the cigarette, or something else?

An Rongrong’s mind was a chaotic mess, almost losing the ability to think. She heard her own voice sounding very raspy, yet she clearly uttered a single word: “Yes.”

Without hesitation, without a shred of modesty.

Shen Lishu seemed to let out a small laugh, and An Rongrong’s face turned even redder. Her eyes darted around, wanting to hide, but her body felt as if it were pinned to the floor; she couldn’t move anything except her eyes.

An Rongrong gripped the hem of her dress, her breathing heavy. She didn’t know what Shen Lishu meant by “Do you still want it,” nor did she know if the woman had seen through her hidden feelings. She was even more afraid that Shen Lishu was intentionally messing with her, only to show a look of disgust and revulsion toward her being a lesbian later.

An Rongrong’s heart was in her throat, tumbling like a piece of tripe in a boiling hotpot vaguely uneasy yet exceptionally expectant.

Time felt as if a long while had passed, yet it might have only been a second or two.

Just as An Rongrong planned to laugh it off and change the subject to act as if nothing had happened, her chin was suddenly tilted upward.

The next moment, a kiss smelling of tobacco landed on her.

An Rongrong: “!”

Shen Lishu didn’t know her own motive just now; the three words “Do you still want it” had simply blurted out. She had thought that if An Rongrong felt awkward, she would just find a random topic to brush it over.

Who knew she would actually say “Yes.”

When Shen Lishu heard that word, her gaze trembled slightly, her heart skipped a beat, and her fingers involuntarily tightened around the cigarette butt.

She wants it.

Shen Lishu felt the corners of her mouth tilt up slightly. As a cover, she lowered her eyes and took a puff of the cigarette. Then, she used her index finger to lift An Rongrong’s chin, tilted her head, and kissed her lips.

She passed the entire mouthful of smoke into An Rongrong’s mouth.

The woman’s cigarette didn’t taste harsh; it even had a pleasant lemon scent fresh, sour, and sweet. The taste of tobacco combined with the lemon fragrance successfully set An Rongrong’s face on fire again.

She looked at Shen Lishu as the woman pulled back, feeling as if her breath had been stolen away; her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

Shen Lishu let go of An Rongrong’s chin and looked down at her. An Rongrong’s lips were a rosy pink, slightly cool and soft, like jelly, tempting one to chew them up and swallow them down. Those bright black eyes were staring straight at her, filled with lingering tenderness and desire, like a black whirlpool captivating the soul and enticing one to sink in.

Shen Lishu couldn’t help herself. She took a half-step forward, pinning An Rongrong firmly against the door, and kissed her.

Their lips, which had only been separated by inches for less than two seconds, pressed tightly together once more.

Shen Lishu felt as if she had been cursed. Otherwise, why would she—a straight woman who never “played for the other team” think kissing a woman felt so addictive?

The drama Sink might be poisonous. Or maybe An Rongrong was poisonous. At the very least, Best Actress Shen had never felt this way during filming before. But since the emotion had surged, it felt wrong not to kiss her.

An Rongrong hadn’t even recovered from the light kiss just now before her mouth was blocked again. Her eyes widened in shock. When she felt something slippery brush against the seam of her lips, her whole body felt like it had been electrocuted; she shuddered, and her scalp went numb.

She opened her mouth uncontrollably, tasting the rich tobacco flavor.

Best Actress Shen truly lived up to being the “ceiling” of the industry. Not only was her acting superb, but her kissing skills were also top-tier. With just the four words—pushing, crowding, hooking, and sucking—she made the tip of An Rongrong’s heart tremble.

Their breaths seemed to intertwine, becoming stained with each other’s scent until they couldn’t tell one from the other.

An Rongrong leaned her head back against the door, her hands resting on Shen Lishu’s waist. She closed her eyes, but her heart remained suspended. The cameras and staff were all blocked by this door behind her; inside the door, there was only Shen Lishu and herself.

Separated by only a door, An Rongrong could even hear Director Mao arguing with the screenwriter outside, as well as the sound of everyone walking back and forth. The assistant director, seeing that no one answered the knock, was already worried that something had happened inside or the lock was broken; he was even planning to find someone to ram the door.

Kissing under such circumstances made An Rongrong’s scalp tingle with intense excitement and nervousness. It felt like tasting forbidden fruit behind everyone’s back. She was terrified that someone would break in, yet she was loath to part from the lips pressed against hers.

The two sensations kept pushing against her heart, making An Rongrong feel like she might faint at any moment; her calves felt weak.

This kiss was even more heart-stirring than the rain scene from last night. An Rongrong felt like she was “gone.”

When Shen Lishu pulled away, An Rongrong couldn’t help but gasp for air, her chest heaving heavily. Her body wanted to slide down the door panel uncontrollably. It felt so good she wanted to lie on the floor.

At the same time, she wanted more.

She was a bit embarrassed to look up at Shen Lishu. Meanwhile, outside, the assistant director had already found someone to open the door.

“One, two, three! Get ready.”

Before the word “Ram” could be shouted, An Rongrong hurriedly twisted the doorknob. She stepped out before anyone could hit the door, reflexively pulling the door shut behind her.

“Rongrong, you were inside! Why didn’t anyone answer the knock? I thought something happened.” The assistant director breathed a sigh of relief.

An Rongrong raised her hands to touch her red, burning face, her voice muffled. “Yeah, my dress wasn’t on quite right just now, I was readjusting it.”

“Where is Teacher Shen?” The assistant director looked into the restroom.

Just hearing those three words made An Rongrong’s legs feel weak.

“She… she has something to do, she’ll be out in a second.” Guiltily, she glanced at the closed door behind her with her peripheral vision, then reached out to take the assistant director’s arm and led her toward the makeup artist. “Let’s go… go touch up my makeup. I’ll go first.”

As their voices faded into the distance, Shen Lishu leaned against the sink in a daze. It wasn’t until the glowing cigarette butt burned her middle finger that she suddenly snapped back to reality.

Shen Lishu crushed the cigarette butt out on the marble of the sink and threw it in the trash. She pulled out another cigarette, leaning her back against the sink as she lowered her head to light it. She took a deep drag and wasn’t in a rush to go out.

Perhaps it was due to the needs of acting, or perhaps it was the pressure of work; Shen Lishu could no longer remember when she started smoking or why. She only lit one occasionally when she remembered; she didn’t have a strong addiction.

But right now, she could only rely on smoking to calm the indefinable, unreachable restlessness in her heart. It felt as if something was trying to break through the soil, only lacking that last thin layer of paper.

When she had guessed earlier that An Rongrong might smoke, Shen Lishu felt an indescribable, suffocating irritation, as if the pure and flawless An Rongrong had been corrupted. And now, she had personally “defiled” her clean white rose.

Right on the filming set, separated by a thin door, in this narrow and unspacious restroom, she had fed An Rongrong a mouthful of smoke mouth-to-mouth. She had even used that action as an excuse to be seduced by her, resulting in a semi-forced, deep kiss.

An Rongrong was truly obedient; she hadn’t offered a shred of resistance, letting her have her way.

Shen Lishu’s heart felt itchy. She took a deep drag of the smoke and exhaled slowly, her gaze appearing somewhat blurred through the haze.

The first lead and second lead kissing off-camera…

The fatal part was that Shen Lishu didn’t find it disgusting; instead, she wanted to do it again. Like the so-called “Broken Windows Theory,” she wanted to “defile” An Rongrong even deeper.

Shen Lishu had always considered herself a straight woman; the reason she didn’t date men was because she was too busy. Relationships interfered with her filming and making money. As for being with a woman? She had never even considered it.

How could she be bent? Even if she filmed a GL drama, kissing and “doi-ing” a woman in the script wouldn’t affect her iron-straight heart!

Yet, the uncontrollable kiss just now had slammed her back into reality. She was simply addicted to kissing An Rongrong. And each time felt more intense than the last. Not just psychologically her body’s reaction was also exceptionally honest.

At first, she could say it was for the sake of acting, but what was the excuse for just now? If she couldn’t even manage to snap out of character quickly, what kind of Best Actress was she?

Shen Lishu gave a “tsk.” For the first time, she felt that the door to her “closet” might not be bolted very securely.

She could already hear the sound of the screws falling out.

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