I Ran Away After Flirting with the Goddess - Chapter 37

Chapter 37

This “straight ball” (direct move) from Shen Lishu left An Rongrong a bit dazed.

Was the workplace “hidden rules” (casting couch) she had dreamed of finally about to happen? The surprise came so fast, it was like a tornado.

“The driver is coming over soon,” An Rongrong whispered. Her heart was struggling, and her peripheral vision flickered toward the sofa behind them. It works. It’s spacious enough.

Seeing that An Rongrong didn’t show a look of disgust or repulsion, Shen Lishu smiled and straightened her back. “Then let’s get out of the car.”

An Rongrong nearly coughed up blood from this sudden brake. She looked up at Shen Lishu blankly.

Not kissing anymore?

It really was like a tornado gone as soon as it arrived. An Rongrong unconsciously kept her head tilted up, her watery large eyes looking at Shen Lishu, her mouth slightly parted, revealing a small gap.

She looked exactly like someone waiting to be “tasted.”

Shen Lishu’s throat tightened. She looked down at her and reminded her softly, “Rongrong, you might not know, but there are people in this industry who ‘grass their fans’ (sleep with fans).”

Idols who induce fans with a worship complex to go to a hotel for a one-night stand (419). Although it doesn’t always get exposed, such things do happen, and not in small numbers. This circle was much messier than a little kid like her thought.

419?

An Rongrong blinked twice, and her soul of gossip instantly ignited. Her eyes sparkling, she looked at Shen Lishu and asked, “Who?”

Shen Lishu had brought up this topic to subtly warn An Rongrong, but she was caught off guard by this reaction of anticipation and curiosity. The rest of her words were choked back down. How does this kid never follow the script?

Even so, An Rongrong pursued her relentlessly. “Male or female? Are they famous?”

The ambiguous and strange atmosphere was stirred up by her, and the two returned to their original mode of interaction.

“Don’t know. Can’t say. Not telling you.” Shen Lishu hit her with a triple refusal and was the first to step out of the car. She greeted the driver and walked toward the elevator.

An Rongrong followed her like a curious baby. Having her attention diverted by gossip, she completely forgot what happened just now and chased after Shen Lishu while clutching her phone.

“Sister, Empress Dowager, Your Majesty,” An Rongrong was dying of curiosity, her hands clenched into fists in front of her chest as she blinked her big eyes. “If I call you something nice, will you tell me? Pretty please?”

One of the perks of entering the industry was being closer to the gossip, which perfectly satisfied her curiosity as a “melon-eating” fan. Since Shen Lishu brought it up, An Rongrong couldn’t help but ask the questions she had been curious about for a long time.

“I heard Li Yue is secretly married and has a child, is that true?” “Does Zhou Li really have a financial backer (gold master)?” “Did Chen Xiaoqi get a breast augmentation? I felt like she was more than one size bigger at her last event compared to before.”

An Rongrong “tsk-tsked,” secretly wanting to ask for the doctor’s name. She had a “friend” who was very interested in that area.

Shen Lishu couldn’t help but laugh. She was about to say it was all nonsense when she slowly realized something was off.

Li Yue female. Zhou Li female. Chen Xiaoqi also female.

An Rongrong’s gossip targets were all female stars, a uniform lineup of ladies. Shen Lishu quietly Baidu-ed the looks of these three and found they were all the “bright and beautiful” type. And Best Actress Shen’s looks had never been the “plain and simple” type in the industry.

Shen Lishu narrowed her eyes slightly at An Rongrong, her expression turning meaningful.

Die-hard fan? Only likes me? Entered the industry because of me?

An Rongrong inexplicably felt a chill down her spine. The next question she wanted to ask about whether a certain star was “keeping a ghost” (sorcery for luck) was scared right out of her. She slowly crept closer to Shen Lishu, wanting to take her arm.

“Are you not interested in male stars at all?” Shen Lishu decided to give An Rongrong a chance.

An Rongrong shook her head without hesitation. “No ‘sex-t-erest’ (sexual interest).”

Who doesn’t like fragrant and soft ladies?

Shen Lishu wasn’t very satisfied with this answer. Feeling annoyed, she licked her lower lip. I’m bending for her, and she’s going to tell me later that she likes other female stars too, and doesn’t just love me alone?

The elevator arrived, but Shen Lishu stood still, showing no intention of entering. An Rongrong looked at her in confusion, then at the elevator, her gaze darting back and forth between the two.

Not going in?

Before An Rongrong could ask, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by Shen Lishu. The move was so sudden it startled her. An Rongrong turned her head slightly to look left and right. “Sister, is there a paparazzi nearby?”

She tried to use her body to block for Shen Lishu, completely forgetting that she was also an artist.

“Mm,” Shen Lishu responded casually, her nasal tone lazy. She didn’t know if there were paparazzi, but she knew she was unhappy right now and didn’t want to take the elevator.

Shen Lishu pulled An Rongrong by the wrist and walked silently toward the nearby stairwell. It looked like she intended to climb the stairs. They lived on the fourth floor, which wasn’t high; An Rongrong felt she could manage it.

Until Shen Lishu pushed open the heavy door of the stairwell. It was pitch black inside, without even a green emergency exit sign. An Rongrong hesitated, feeling a sense of retreat.

I might not be able to do this.

“Rongrong, do you have no gossip you want to ask about me?” Shen Lishu propped the door open with one hand, her other hand still holding An Rongrong’s wrist.

An Rongrong was hooked by the topic. Her feet involuntarily stepped into the stairwell as she said slowly, “I do.”

There was just too much; she didn’t know where to start. An Rongrong’s thoughts followed the topic Shen Lishu raised, and she didn’t notice that once she was fully inside, Shen Lishu pulled the door shut behind them.

Cutting off the light from the underground parking lot, the stairwell instantly became even darker. It was so dark she couldn’t see her own hand in front of her face.

“Sister,” An Rongrong was actually very afraid of the dark. Unsettled, she reached back to pull at Shen Lishu.

But as soon as she spoke, her mouth was blocked.

An Rongrong: “!”

An Rongrong’s eyes widened in shock, not quite able to react. The next moment, a familiar thing reached in, acting as if it were “tasting” the peach yogurt flavor in her mouth.

The darkness cut off sight but infinitely magnified the other senses. An Rongrong felt herself being pressed against the heavy iron door that had just been closed. Her chin was tilted up, and she tilted her head back to accept this somewhat rough and direct kiss.

Because she couldn’t see anything, the sensations in her mouth were magnified to the extreme. She could even hear the sounds of “pushing and sucking” that made her face burn and heart pound. Especially when she felt Shen Lishu’s long leg which she had coveted for so long using a knee to push her legs apart and squeeze in.

An Rongrong’s fingers against the door tightened instantly. Her heart contracted; she was almost unable to catch her breath. Her throat felt as if it were being held; breathing was difficult.

She didn’t quite understand Shen Lishu’s meaning, nor could she tell what the woman was trying to do. The kiss in the restroom could be explained as being too deep in the role, and the car could be explained as teasing. But now?

This wasn’t filming, and it wasn’t a joking tone. This movement and posture were clearly meant for “doing bad things” (GHS)!

An Rongrong, for once, was distracted by the thought that she was wearing a skirt, which was exceptionally convenient.

The sensation on her tongue slowly drew An Rongrong’s attention away, leaving her unable to think about anything else. Her hands instinctively rested on Shen Lishu’s waist. The moment her fingers touched skin, she suddenly remembered the woman was wearing a crop top. Her fingertips curled up.

Shen Lishu sensed her small movement. A smile appeared in her eyes, and she lightly bit the girl’s lip. An Rongrong’s face was hot enough to catch fire.

Just as An Rongrong was about to lose herself completely, a loud, ear-piercing car horn from outside snapped her back to reality. She looked at the person in front of her in a daze. It finally dawned on her that she was kissing her Goddess, Shen Lishu, the Best Actress, in the pitch-black stairwell of a hotel.

“Thought of what you want to ask yet?” Shen Lishu’s lips remained just a breath away from An Rongrong’s, brushing against them as she spoke.

In this state, An Rongrong couldn’t think at all. They were too close, and the posture was extremely suggestive. An Rongrong could clearly feel Shen Lishu’s breath and the unique, faint fragrance on her. That soul-stirring scent enveloped her. An Rongrong’s heart raced, and her face burned uncontrollably.

Shen Lishu repeated herself: “Haven’t thought of what to ask me?”

Shen Lishu pinched the soft flesh at An Rongrong’s waist, causing the girl to arch her back with a shiver. Shen Lishu reminded her, “Weren’t you full of questions just now? Why aren’t you curious when it comes to me?”

Best Actress Shen’s mouth was full of “sourness” (jealousy), comparable to drinking a whole bottle of peach yogurt.

She leaned forward, her “firm and large L-Y” pressing against An Rongrong, full of suggestion. “Aren’t you curious if I’ve had an augmentation?”

An Rongrong’s gaze wavered, and her scalp felt like it was exploding. She gasped, her knees tightening around Shen Lishu’s leg, her back sliding down the door uncontrollably.

Today, Shen Lishu was hell-bent on teasing her to death.

“You don’t know about others, but mine…”

Shen Lishu’s expression was alluring, her red lips hooked up, full of charm. “If you call me something nice, I’ll let you check them yourself.”

In the past, when Shen Lishu heard about people in the industry sleeping with fans, she was disdainful, thinking they weren’t even human to lay hands on their own fans.

But now, Best Actress Shen felt: How fragrant. (It’s great.)

It turned out the feeling of “not being human” was this satisfying.

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