I Ran Away After Flirting with the Goddess - Chapter 36

Chapter 36

The filming location was a bit far from the hotel where they were staying, so they took a motorhome (RV) for the return trip.

Shen Lishu had changed back into her private clothes, which were quite casual. She wore a white crop top with “LILY” printed in black letters paired with black hot pants. A camel-colored shawl was draped over her forearm, and her voluminous, slightly wavy hair cascaded down her back.

When she opened the door and stepped out of the changing room, the first thing An Rongrong saw was those two dazzling, long white legs. She was nearly blinded by the sight.

Those legs were truly a masterpiece! They were slender, straight, with smooth lines and perfectly balanced proportions of bone and flesh.

Shen Lishu’s figure wasn’t the “skinny-flat” type; on the contrary, she was quite well-endowed with a clear S-curve. When she wore a cheongsam for her Republican-era drama, her body lines flowed as naturally as water—she was a perfect temptress. She had curves where she should and absolutely no excess fat where she shouldn’t.

An Rongrong stared enviously at the English letters on Shen Lishu’s shirt, mentally biting her handkerchief in jealousy. The letters “L” and “Y” on Sister’s shirt are so curved, so firm, and so big.

Shen Lishu casually brushed her hair back, causing her short sleeve to ride up and reveal distinct abdominal lines (abs). She looked both seductive and “Alpha” (A).

She spoke to An Rongrong, who was lying on the sofa and staring at her without blinking: “Let’s go, Little Sister.”

The girl looked completely dazed.

After boarding the RV, An Rongrong habitually opened the fridge to grab a yogurt, while Shen Lishu focused on replying to messages. Xiao Zhang hadn’t left yet, so out of consideration for her presence, neither of them mentioned what had happened in the restroom.

“Rongrong, Su Lin said she’s recruiting an assistant for you, but it might take a while,” Shen Lishu suddenly looked up at An Rongrong. “If you need anything for now, just look for Xiao Zhang.”

An Rongrong, who was currently “slacking off” by checking into Shen Lishu’s Super Topic on Weibo, sat up straight immediately upon being called. she glanced at Xiao Zhang and stammered, “Oh, okay… sure.”

She added softly, “Actually, I don’t have much to do, I don’t really need an assistant.”

“You might not need much else, but you need a life assistant.” Shen Lishu looked at Xiao Zhang. “I won’t make you do two people’s work for nothing; I’ll give you a raise this month.”

Xiao Zhang’s eyes lit up instantly. She told An Rongrong in a tone that allowed no refusal: “You need me.”

Fine then. An Rongrong took out her phone to exchange contact information with Xiao Zhang.

Having finished speaking, Shen Lishu continued typing with a serious and focused expression, as if discussing important matters. In reality, she was “outputting” wildly in her chat box with Su Jiang.

Shen Lishu: I think the little actress in our crew likes me.

Su Jiang, who was still in Kyoto, glanced at her phone during a work break and smiled.

[Su Jiang]: Be more confident. Remove the word “think.”

She leaned back against her chair to rest and replied: Su Jiang: There isn’t a newcomer in this industry who doesn’t like you. You have no idea 80% of the artists under me have you as their idol. [Su Jiang]: Infinitely charming Best Actress Shen, I hope you have the self-awareness of being the “industry ceiling.” Don’t be all flustered like a rookie who just debuted.

Shen Lishu frowned slightly and replied: Shen Lishu: It’s not the simple, pure kind of fan-to-idol love.

On the other end, Su Jiang’s expression turned into the “old man on a subway looking at a phone” meme. Su Jiang: Best Actress Shen, thank you for descending to the mortal realm. You actually think fans’ thoughts are pure nowadays! That was the funniest joke she had ever heard. Su Jiang: Please look at your Weibo comment section.

Which one isn’t screaming “Sister, I can!”? It’s like a chicken coop exploded. You call that pure? Su Jiang: If you agreed to sleep with your fans, believe it or not, the line would stretch from here to Paris.

The conversation was veering off track. Shen Lishu dropped the “nuclear bomb”: Shen Lishu: We kissed.

Su Jiang: Holy crap. Su Jiang was speechless for a moment. The “typing…” indicator flickered on and off several times, as if she were too shocked to find words to describe her mood.

Shen Lishu leaned back against the sofa cushions with her legs crossed, feeling quite refreshed. After about ten seconds, Su Jiang finally sent one word: Su Jiang: Fuck!

Su Jiang had ten thousand things to say, but the only word she could find for her current mood was that one. Fuck! Everyone else is holding a “love number tag” waiting in line, how did this person just cut in like that?

Shen Lishu raised an eyebrow slightly and typed unhurriedly: Shen Lishu: To correct you, we haven’t reached the “certain plant” (verb) stage yet. It was just a kiss. Shen Lishu: To be precise, I kissed her.

Her? HER!

Su Jiang gasped, momentarily thinking Shen Lishu had made a typo. [Su Jiang]: Are you sure it’s “her” (she) and not “him” (he)?

Shen Lishu looked up at An Rongrong, who was sitting opposite her drinking yogurt. Her gaze landed pointedly on the girl’s chest, then she replied with two words: Shen Lishu: Confirmed.

Su Jiang stood up directly from her chair, pacing around with her phone. She wanted to call Shen Lishu for a video chat immediately. But since Shen Lishu chose to discuss this via text, it meant it wasn’t convenient for her to take a video call.

Not convenient, huh… Su Jiang was a “veteran driver” (experienced person). She instantly hallucinated various one-handed “postures.” Su Jiang: So, telling me this suddenly… do you want me to find some “films” for you?

Su Jiang actually had several gigabytes of videos starting with the letter “G” (Girls’ Love). Pure school styles, slightly “heavy” restroom stall styles, and even more exciting ones… isn’t Shen Lishu a Best Actress? It’s much more convenient if she acts it out herself.

Su Jiang: Does Su Lin know?

Shen Lishu hadn’t told Su Lin yet. Knowing Manager Su’s personality, she would definitely make a big deal out of it. Su Lin was already unsatisfied with An Rongrong, thinking Shen Lishu had signed a “troublemaker.” If she found out they were secretly kissing, she would probably be so angry she’d strap a bomb to this “dog couple” and light the fuse herself. Just thinking about that scene, Shen Lishu felt it would be a disaster.

Knowing she hadn’t told Su Lin, Su Jiang felt inexplicably relieved. She leaned against her desk, hesitated, then typed: [Su Jiang]: Don’t tell Su Lin yet. She is… quite old-fashioned and doesn’t accept “lesbians” very well.

There was a lot of information packed into that sentence. Shen Lishu felt her newly sprouted “Gay-dar” catch something. But since Su Jiang didn’t say it outright, Shen Lishu didn’t ask.

Shen Lishu: My current problem is that I’m not sure what kind of “like” she feels for me, because she was originally my die-hard fan. Besides that… [Shen Lishu]: She seems to be straight.

Shen Lishu felt tired. She wasn’t “bent” herself, originally. But who knew the closet door was so flimsy? It just opened without any warning. She had been in the industry for so many years and had seen all sorts of male-female, male-male, and female-female relationships; her level of acceptance was very high. If she were truly homophobic, she wouldn’t have accepted a GL drama.

So, Shen Lishu accepted the fact that she “felt something” while kissing a woman quite quickly. Her only uncertainty was An Rongrong’s sexual orientation. Shen Lishu always felt she was straight.

Back on the car ride home from the wine party, when Shen Lishu jokingly asked if she wanted it in the car or the bedroom, the girl’s reaction was quite big. Even the next day, thinking she was “bent,” Shen Lishu had specifically used her own scandals to prove her “unyielding straightness.”

Yet she turned around and bent into a “mosquito coil” (spiral).

Su Jiang was also seeing this situation for the first time with Shen Lishu. The boundary between admiration and romantic love in a fan-idol relationship is indeed hard to define.

Su Jiang: Why don’t you test her? Su Jiang: After all, straight girls sometimes make “dirty jokes” with the same sex or even have intimate physical contact. Su Jiang: Why not increase the scale? Push the boundaries of physical contact past “normal friendship” and see if she’s repulsed. Su Jiang: If she accepts it, she might be bi. If she can’t, pull out as early as possible.

Su Jiang looked at her phone screen, a different kind of emotion appearing in her eyes: Su Jiang: Don’t mess with straight girls.

Those five words, for some reason, looked exceptionally serious like words of wisdom from personal experience.

Shen Lishu looked down at her phone. She really shouldn’t interfere in Su Jiang’s private life. Even if Su Jiang and Su Lin really had something in the past, that was their business.

Shen Lishu: Are you a lesbian?

She typed the line anyway. They were long-time friends; she couldn’t just ignore it. The other side was silent for about two minutes before replying: [Su Jiang]: Yes.

That one word was enough. Shen Lishu felt she could guess the rest.

[Su Jiang]: So? Is Best Actress Shen going to use me to “practice” her skills?

Shen Lishu performed a “tactical lean-back”: [Shen Lishu]: I have no such secular desires.

Facing An Rongrong, the closet door wanted to open. Facing Su Jiang, the closet door was “autistic” (shut tight). Shen Lishu suddenly felt she wasn’t that bent. She was somewhere between straight and bent—she didn’t naturally have feelings for women, she was just addicted to An Rongrong’s lips.

Su Jiang sent a “silence” emoji and then shared a bunch of compressed files labeled “Postgraduate Entrance Exam Materials.”

Shen Lishu: Now she knew why these two sisters never actually passed the postgraduate exams. She expressionlessly clicked “Accept.”

On the way back to the hotel, Shen Lishu was on her phone the whole time, hardly looking up to speak. Her expression was serious and focused, making An Rongrong feel nervous.

“Sister, did something happen at the studio?” An Rongrong whispered. She fumbled for her phone, her first instinct being to check the trending searches. “Is someone trying to ride your coattails (clout-chase) again?” She was getting PTSD.

Shen Lishu downloaded the “G-vids” without blinking or a change in heart rate. Her voice was solemn. “Nothing big, just handling some work.” Work… literally “Gong Zuo” (Working/Attacking-Doing).

Near the hotel, Xiao Zhang got off at an intersection close to her home. Suddenly, only Shen Lishu and An Rongrong were left in the cabin. They sat face to face. One was leaning lazily against the sofa cushions with legs crossed, focused on her phone; the other was sitting properly with legs together, biting a straw while scrolling through Weibo.

The atmosphere fell silent. Before today, An Rongrong wouldn’t have felt even a shred of unease in this situation. She used to feel that being in the same room as the Goddess was enough she could even be mute as long as she could stare at Shen Lishu. Openly stare at her!

But today, she felt shy. She only stole glances using her peripheral vision, no longer admiring the Goddess’s legendary beauty as openly as before. It felt like if she looked one more time, the memory in the restroom would uncontrollably flood back, replaying every detail. Every few seconds, An Rongrong couldn’t help but look out the window to mask her discomfort.

The car finally reached the hotel’s underground parking lot. An Rongrong breathed a sigh of relief, yet felt an emptiness in her heart—an indescribable sense of reluctance and loss. She gripped her phone and picked at the sofa cushion, waiting for the car to come to a complete stop.

“Rongrong,” Shen Lishu suddenly called her name.

An Rongrong’s heart skipped a beat. She looked up.

“We’re here,” Shen Lishu said. She put away her phone, draped the camel shawl over her shoulders, and caught sight of the white yogurt bottle in the trash. She asked casually, “What flavor were you drinking just now?”

“Huh?” An Rongrong blinked, following Shen Lishu’s gaze to the trash. “Oh, peach flavor. Do you want one? I’ll get you a bottle.”

“I’m on a diet,” Shen Lishu smiled helplessly. “I haven’t had dinner for several days.”

For the third stage of Sink, Shen Lishu needed to be thinner. Although she was a picky eater, she went to the gym on the top floor of the hotel every night to exercise. Yogurt, despite being branded as low-calorie and a meal replacement, was a “calorie rogue” compared to plain water.

An Rongrong looked at Shen Lishu with heartache. She personally felt Shen Lishu’s figure was incredible, but for the role and character, the woman indeed needed to lose a few more pounds.

“Then what should we do?” An Rongrong asked unconsciously. Shen Lishu not being able to drink yogurt made her feel worse than if she were the one banned from it.

Shen Lishu blinked, her gaze landing on An Rongrong’s rosy lips. “So… can I have a taste?”

Didn’t you say you can’t drink it? An Rongrong’s bright black eyes looked at Shen Lishu in confusion. “How would you taste it?”

The car came to a stop, and the driver turned off the engine. Shen Lishu stood up, walked over to An Rongrong, and leaned down over her. Their faces were extremely close almost touching. An Rongrong could smell her breath.

She said: “Like in the restroom.”

Shen Lishu’s eyelashes lowered. She looked down slightly, a shimmer in her eyes, her voice soft, raspy, and seductive.

“Open your mouth and let me have a taste.”

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