The Villainess A Marked the Seductive Movie Queen - Chapter 23

Chapter 23: Kissing Technique

Teach me how to kiss.

Such a shocking statement came out of her mouth, yet her face was as innocent as a child asking for candy.

No, she looked more like a puppy.

An undisciplined, tactless little stray dog that insisted on following a woman simply because of the scent she radiated.

Ruan Minxue didn’t speak. She only looked at Liu Yitong, her gaze deep and inscrutable. For a moment, silence hung between them.

Drip.

A stray raindrop trembled off the eaves, breaking the quiet. It struck the bridge of Liu Yitong’s nose, startling the girl. Her eyes cleared instantly. The droplet shattered into tiny diamonds, embedding themselves on her delicate nose, making her cold, pale skin look even more translucent.

Liu Yitong blinked. Her expression was dazed. She didn’t realize that, in this state, she looked even more like a pitiful, soaking-wet puppy.

Ruan Minxue let out a soft laugh.

Naturally, Liu Yitong didn’t understand why she was laughing. The “puppy” was only anxious—anxious that she hadn’t received her reward, anxious that the meat right in front of her mouth remained out of reach.

“Hurry up,” Liu Yitong urged.

“Hurry up with what?” Ruan Minxue asked knowingly.

“Teach me.”

“Why should I teach you?”

“Why shouldn’t you?”

Ruan Minxue laughed again. She was amused by the puppy’s stubbornness, circling around its own tail. But the “puppy” watching her laugh grew more frantic. The woman before her was beautiful and gentle, always wearing a lovely smile, yet she felt thousands of miles away—completely unmoved no matter how anxious Liu Yitong became.

A puppy doesn’t understand the human heart. An untamed puppy only knows that if you want something, you have to grab it yourself.

Liu Yitong reached out directly and grasped Ruan Minxue’s wrist. Without needing much force, she pulled the woman toward her. Caught off guard, Ruan Minxue followed the momentum and sat down opposite her. Liu Yitong slid one hand to the small of the woman’s back while the other pinned both of Ruan Minxue’s wrists together. The touch was soft yet firm, but the girl had no time to savor it; she impatiently leaned her face forward.

Their breaths intertwined for a fleeting second.

However, Ruan Minxue tilted her head back, unhurriedly creating distance. She continued to look at the girl calmly—no struggle, no intervention, but no submission either. That light lean back felt like a massive barrier to the puppy, as sharp as a verbal rejection.

The puppy retreated in defeat.

The night rain carried a chill. Liu Yitong sniffed twice, let go of Ruan Minxue’s hands, turned back, sat up straight, and hung her head low. Her dejected appearance was enough to make anyone soften. It felt as if the rain falling across the world was weeping for the little dog.

“Sigh.”

Liu Yitong heard a soft sigh beside her. She turned her head and saw Ruan Minxue take a wet wipe from her pocket, tear open the packaging, and extend an open palm toward her.

“Hand,” she said.

It was like an invitation to a dance. Liu Yitong didn’t understand why, but she obeyed, placing her hand in the woman’s.

In the rainy night, both women’s fingers were somewhat cold. But as their chilly fingers touched, they drew a spark of warmth from each other’s skin. Liu Yitong blinked repeatedly, watching in confusion as Ruan Minxue used the wet wipe to meticulously clean her fingers.

Why wash my hands? Liu Yitong wanted to ask.

As her lips parted, Ruan Minxue spoke first: “Why were you waiting for me here?”

The single-tracked puppy’s attention was immediately diverted. She answered obediently: “I only knew I could find you here.”

“…Is that so?” Ruan Minxue didn’t look up, continuing to wipe the girl’s hand. “Don’t you have my phone number already?”

Liu Yitong shook her head. “I don’t know it.”

Hearing this, Ruan Minxue’s expression didn’t change; she clearly wasn’t surprised. She had already suspected that Liu Yitong’s information was not fully shared between her “awake” and “night” states. The girl’s reaction was simply another confirmation of this fact.

The “awake” Liu Yitong had Ruan Minxue’s number and had even called her. The “night-walking” Liu Yitong didn’t remember this, so she had foolishly waited at the spot where Ruan Minxue had first “picked her up,” hoping to be picked up again.

The puppy was clumsy, but lucky. She had been found. And now, the woman was wiping her paws. She didn’t know why.

Liu Yitong was suspended in a state of complex restlessness. Because she wanted to learn kissing techniques and had been rejected, a fire was smoldering in her chest. Yet, the icy wet wipe on her fingers was chilling her physical heat. She was filled with unknown confusion about what would happen next, while Ruan Minxue seemed entirely composed, wiping her fingers as if polishing a piece of art.

The soft wipe passed over her long knuckles inch by inch, pressing into the tender skin where her fingers met, buffing her fingernails until they were round and gleaming. Finally, satisfied, Ruan Minxue stopped, but she didn’t let go. Their hands remained joined.

Liu Yitong liked having her hand held by Ruan Minxue, so she didn’t pull back, leaving her hand in the woman’s care. Ruan Minxue balled up the used wipe in her other hand. Moonlight fell on her face, making her skin look as pristine as untouched holy ground. It made the unruly puppy itch to jump up and leave her tracks all over it.

“I can teach you kissing techniques, but you won’t remember.”

Hearing this, Liu Yitong grew anxious. “I will remember!”

“What’s the use of you remembering now? You’re not the one filming.”

“…Ugh.”

The puppy was being compared to “the neighbor’s puppy” and losing. She was unhappy, even if the “neighbor’s puppy” was just herself.

“Since you won’t remember anyway, I’ll teach you like this. And only once.”

Ruan Minxue lifted Liu Yitong’s hand to her lips. Liu Yitong’s eyes widened; she had a powerful premonition. In a flash, that premonition came true—

Ruan Minxue closed her eyes, opened her lips, and took the girl’s finger into her mouth.

Liu Yitong’s mind exploded into chaos. Pleasure climbed from her fingertips, up her skin to the back of her neck, and seeped into her spinal nerves. She saw the woman’s rose-water lips opening and closing, gently sucking on her finger. Hot breath escaped between gasps, brushing against the fingers that weren’t inside her mouth.

Liu Yitong’s remaining logic was blown to smithereens. Following primal desire, she moved her finger within the woman’s mouth. Her index and middle fingers caught the tip of Ruan Minxue’s tongue; the soft, wet flesh slipped away like a water snake, only to coil back around again.

Liu Yitong was licked until her spine went numb. Everywhere her finger pads touched was searing with high heat, making it difficult to breathe. Losing control, she raised her other hand to grip the woman’s jaw, trying to force her mouth wider to get more of a “reward” for her fingers.

But the woman curled her lips, her teeth grazing the girl’s knuckles with a bit of pressure. The faint pain served as a reprimand, leaving Liu Yitong in a state of agonizing pleasure.

After an unknown amount of time, Ruan Minxue let go.

The woman returned to her calm, detached demeanor, while only the inexperienced Liu Yitong was left flushed and breathing heavily, her neck gland feeling as if it were on fire. An impulse to lose control throbbed in the back of her neck. Dizzily, she looked at Ruan Minxue, only to see her back to her usual elegant self, even tearing open a second wet wipe to gently dab the corner of her lips.

It was as if she had just finished a pastry at afternoon tea.

Liu Yitong: “?”

After wiping her own mouth, Ruan Minxue reached out to wipe Liu Yitong’s hand again. Her manner was so natural it was as if everything that had just happened was perfectly logical. Liu Yitong was stunned, allowing herself to be manipulated as the moisture was wiped from her fingers one by one.

“Did you remember?” Ruan Minxue asked leisurely, her eyelashes still lowered.

Liu Yitong’s heart jumped, like a distracted student suddenly called on by a teacher.

“Huh?” The puppy couldn’t hide anything; her blankness was fully on display.

Fortunately, the teacher wasn’t angry. She only smiled and said knowingly, “As expected, you didn’t remember.”

Only then did Liu Yitong have a dawning realization: the teacher was conducting a pop quiz on the “kissing lesson”!

She finally understood. Ruan Minxue licking her fingers was her way of teaching her how the lips and tongue move, and how to improve the technique. Afraid the teacher would think her stupid, the puppy quickly said, “I remember! I’ve learned it.”

“Mm-hmm.” Ruan Minxue finished wiping her fingers and let her go. “I’ll see how you perform next time.”

The night wind passed by with the mist of rain, but it couldn’t blow away the residual heat. Something in Liu Yitong’s heart was still clamoring. In this state, she rarely suppressed herself; if she wanted something, she said it:

“Why did you teach me like that?”

Ruan Minxue didn’t answer, only looking at her with a smile, as if waiting for her to elaborate on the goal of her question.

Sure enough, the puppy pressed on urgently: “Why couldn’t we just kiss with our mouths?”

Even the ever-composed Ruan Minxue found it hard to catch this “direct ball” thrown by the puppy. She was momentarily stunned, then pulled back the corners of her mouth helplessly, guiding her gently:

“An actor cannot always rely on direct experience. If you play a killer, do people really have to die for it? To be a good actor, the fundamental skill is to master the concept through analogy.”

After speaking, Ruan Minxue briefly reflected on whether her words were too profound for Liu Yitong in her current state. Fortunately, the girl hung her head in thought. Although it was unclear exactly what she was thinking, at least she had listened.

Shortly after, Liu Yitong looked up again and asked: “Is that how you learned to kiss too?”

“…”

Ruan Minxue laughed silently. So that was what she was thinking about.

Thinking the silence was due to her lack of clarity, Liu Yitong added: “Through analogy?”

This time, Ruan Minxue sat with her legs crossed. The moonlight glinted off the tips of her patent leather shoes. She rested her hand on her leg, tapping a finger against her cheek, and asked back with a tilted head:

“Are you curious?”

Liu Yitong was puzzled. What kind of question was that? Of course she was curious; why else would she ask? So, the girl nodded.

The woman’s smile deepened. “On what standing are you asking me this?”

Liu Yitong was stumped by this unexpected question. She opened her mouth, closed it, thought, opened it again, and closed it once more. After several hesitations, she shook her head honestly.

“I don’t understand.”

Ruan Minxue burst into laughter, her shoulders shaking. It was rare for Liu Yitong to see her laugh so heartily. She was mesmerized, even thinking: Am I too stupid and made her happy? If I can see her this happy every day, being a dummy doesn’t seem so bad.

Soon, Ruan Minxue stopped laughing. Though her face was gentle, her voice carried a hint of coldness:

“Naughty.”

Liu Yitong’s heart sank. She almost wanted to jump up and run around like a puppy that had caused trouble and was trying to prove its innocence. But she didn’t know what to prove, so she drooped her eyebrows and looked at Ruan Minxue piteously.

Ruan Minxue said softly, “You were quite sharp-tongued when you questioned me, but the moment it’s my turn to ask, you start playing the fool.”

“Mm… ugh.” Liu Yitong felt aggrieved by the scolding. She wasn’t playing the fool. How could she prove that, right now, she was a fool? She was curious about everything regarding Ruan Minxue, so she asked. She didn’t know asking these things required a “standing.”

She thought that perhaps her “awake” self would know the answer to the “standing” question and how to be “good.” But the current her really didn’t know, and all she could do was worry.

The rain intensified into a downpour. Inside the flower gallery shrouded by the storm, the scent of plants was replaced by the smell of damp earth kicked up by the splashing rain. Within that dampness, both women caught a faint scent of hyacinth.

Spring had passed, and hyacinths had long since withered. Furthermore, the hotel didn’t grow them. It was obvious where the scent came from. The “acting lesson” just now had been too provocative, nearly causing the girl to lose control, and now her pheromones were leaking out.

Liu Yitong immediately covered her neck gland, afraid the scent would make the woman uncomfortable. Fortunately, Ruan Minxue leaned back on her hands, stretching her body and looking up to take a deep, peaceful breath. She seemed to enjoy the fragrance coming from Liu Yitong.

Though the puppy was dim, she understood human emotions best. She could read the woman’s likes and dislikes. So, Liu Yitong lowered her hand, letting the gland release more pheromones. Fortunately, they were outdoors. No matter how rich a non-estrus Alpha’s pheromones were, they wouldn’t be enough to make one lose themselves.

The girl’s body scent became the woman’s aromatherapy. The person who was always high-strung finally relaxed, her features shrouded in a faint pleasure.

Observing her expression, Liu Yitong asked carefully: “Am I still ‘naughty’ now?”

The little one was still brooding over the woman’s earlier comment. Seeing that she seemed to have pleased her, she rushed to ask for praise.

Ruan Minxue looked at her, fishing with her gaze. Once the girl grew anxious, she set a trap: “If you answer one question for me, I’ll think you’re good.”

“Okay,” Liu Yitong nodded heavily.

“The temporary marking…”

“No!” The girl reacted violently, firmly covering her mouth.

This intense reaction startled Ruan Minxue, the pleasure from a moment ago washed away by the sound of the rain. Her intention was only to ask why the other had disappeared after the first temporary marking. She hadn’t expected her words to trigger such a reflexive response.

“Why not?” Ruan Minxue asked.

Liu Yitong still had her mouth covered, as if afraid a gland would be shoved under her teeth. She searched her mind for an answer. She couldn’t think clearly, but she knew one thing: her awake self would absolutely never agree to another temporary marking with Ruan Minxue. Multiple temporary markings would cause irreversible consequences, physically affecting Ruan Minxue’s psychological judgment.

Liu Yitong’s bottom line—the worst-case scenario—was that Ruan Minxue could become “worse,” but the reason for it could not be Liu Yitong. This was the shared bottom line between both sides of her personality. They had reached a consensus.

So, Liu Yitong could only answer: “…She will be angry.”

But the puppy’s internal complications weren’t spoken aloud, so they weren’t heard. Consequently, Ruan Minxue’s eyes darkened, and she stopped asking. She suddenly remembered that afternoon on campus; the girl’s extreme stinginess with her pheromones now had a further explanation.

Ruan Minxue’s face clouded over, and she let out a self-deprecating chuckle. She laughed at her own misjudgment—at first, she had truly thought she had picked up a little stray dog. It wasn’t a stray at all, but a house pet, well-trained to play and please, yet loyal only to its true owner. It knew that some things could happen once but not twice, or the owner would be angry and its loyalty would be questioned.

Everything was understood without being said. Ruan Minxue lost her interest in digging deeper. She stood up. “Let’s go. It’s time for you to go home.”

Liu Yitong followed obediently. But this time, Ruan Minxue stopped at the base of the building and did not accompany her up. Liu Yitong stood outside the elevator door, stubbornly refusing to enter, while Ruan Minxue rested her hands on her pockets, watching her leisurely.

“Aren’t you coming up?” Liu Yitong asked.

Ruan Minxue shook her head, her expression calm and devoid of a smile.

“…”

Liu Yitong felt a flash of sadness but didn’t push. She entered the elevator under the woman’s gaze. Before the door automatically closed, she couldn’t help but ask: “Was I good?”

Ruan Minxue let out a breath through her nose, a faint smile on her face, but didn’t answer.

Liu Yitong was dejected, feeling like she knew the answer. She seemed to have been naughty again, but she didn’t know what she had done wrong or how to act so that someone would think she was good.

The elevator doors slowly slid shut. In the split second before they closed, she saw Ruan Minxue’s lips move:

“A good puppy doesn’t run around and make its owner angry.”

The doors closed. Liu Yitong was alone in the elevator car, digesting the last sentence the woman had left her, only half-understanding.

The next day was a day off for the crew. Especially since the actress playing the third female lead had topped the hot searches last night due to tax issues, causing personnel changes, the team’s morale was a bit scattered. Yue Yi flexibly persuaded Zhang Lishen to adjust the schedule. In the morning, they only filmed some minor, non-essential scenes. Once the team found their rhythm, they moved to a wedding shop in the afternoon to film an important wedding dress fitting scene.

This scene was the trigger for the character Qiao Jing’s psychological shift after reuniting with Du Ran. Qiao Jing, who had survived in a foreign land solely on her attachment to Du Ran, learns upon her return the “good news” that her secret love is getting married. The sister, oblivious to Qiao Jing’s feelings, even brings her “younger sister” to the wedding shop to witness her in a beautiful gown, looking happy about marrying someone else.

The beauty of Du Ran in the dress and the deep, silent madness of Qiao Jing were the priorities. Coincidentally, Ruan Minxue had booked a world-class international designer half a year in advance for a million-dollar custom gown. The designer, Elie, usually only served royalty but had taken the order after hearing Ruan Minxue’s name. The work was nearly finished, just in time for the shoot.

The venue was secured through Zhang Lishen’s connections—a high-end location in the inner ring. The owner, hearing the Counterkill crew wanted to borrow the space, readily closed for a day. When the field crew arrived, the hall had been cleared.

Liu Yitong arrived first in the crew’s van. Ruan Minxue was not there. The center of the hall was decorated in ivory and champagne gold. Swarovski chandeliers hung from the high dome, their fine diamond light looking like shattered stars on the floor. She stood beneath a curved display stage, looking at the romantic setting adorned with porcelain carvings and flowers. Gossamer curtains hung half-closed. Knowing no one was behind them, Liu Yitong still couldn’t help but imagine Ruan Minxue standing there in a wedding dress.

Many girls long for wedding dresses, seeing them as a major life event. When she was little, Liu Yitong thought she was different—that she didn’t like them. But standing there now, she realized she longed for it too. However, rather than wearing one herself, she hoped the person she loved would wear one because of her.

Her daydreaming ended when Ruan Minxue arrived.

Liu Yitong quickly snapped out of it. She turned around, and upon seeing Ruan Minxue, her fingers suddenly began to itch. She looked down at her hands; there was nothing unusual. If anything had happened, perhaps it was that when she woke up this morning, she found herself lying in bed still wearing her coat, which smelled faintly of damp rain—a clue that she had been out last night.

Naturally, she didn’t remember what had happened, whether she had bothered Ruan Minxue again, or that her itching hand recognized something before she did.

Ruan Minxue hadn’t changed into the gown yet; she was in casual clothes. Beside her was a stylish blonde woman with short hair, and several assistants behind her were carrying the gown protected by waterproof bags—this must be Elie and the dress.

As Ruan Minxue passed, Liu Yitong gave her a polite greeting as usual. Unfortunately, Ruan Minxue didn’t look at her; she was talking to Elie. Perhaps because of that, she didn’t hear the greeting. She brushed past her with cold detachment.

Liu Yitong lowered her head, tucking away the small disappointment, and looked up again with her usual indifferent expression.

When she saw Ruan Minxue again, the woman had changed. The wedding dress flowed down like moonlight. The tiny diamonds on the ivory gauze sparkled in tandem with the chandelier lights. The stars and moon seemed to tremble with every breath Ruan Minxue took.

Her hair was tied in a low bun, her veil falling like a light mist. The strapless design highlighted her exquisite neck and shoulders, while the lace embroidery hugged her waist and hips. The luxurious hand-stitching added a touch of humanity to her beauty, bringing her from the clouds back to the world.

The stunning sight caused the entire crew to gasp. Only Liu Yitong took a quick look before withdrawing her gaze, not daring to look more. She was afraid that if she looked too closely, she wouldn’t be able to distinguish between reality and fantasy in her dreams.

“Too beautiful!” Yue Yi praised. “I’ll say it right now, Ruan—you in a wedding dress has definitely fulfilled many people’s fantasies!”

The male staff members nodded silently in agreement. A female staff member wailed, “Director Yue understands the fans! Our Sister Ruan has never done a wedding scene before; how many of us have had to rely on Photoshop to satisfy our cravings!”

Ruan Minxue only smiled and let them carry on. The group laughed together until Zhang Lishen’s blunt “Everyone to your positions” dispersed the crowd.

As the teams prepared, Elie and her assistant realized they had put the wrong shoes on Ruan Minxue. The skirt was large enough to hit the floor, so the shoes wouldn’t be seen, especially since the styles were the same color. But both Elie and Ruan Minxue were perfectionists about details, so they decided to change them before filming.

Ruan Minxue sat on a sofa. The massive skirt spread out; the hoop and corset were stiff, making it difficult to bend over, and she couldn’t take off her shoes herself.

An assistant’s call came from afar. She must have mistaken the back of the casually dressed Liu Yitong for a colleague, calling “Hey, you” to lend Sister Ruan a hand.

Hearing this, Liu Yitong froze slightly, instinctively looking at Ruan Minxue’s face to gauge her reaction. Ruan Minxue didn’t look at her, only straightening her legs and staring at the tips of the shoes peeking out from the skirt.

Seeing no resistance, Liu Yitong took it as silent consent.

She knelt on one knee. With her gaze lowered, the shoes were right in front of her. Liu Yitong’s heart began to race. She knew she wasn’t a foot person, yet she was mesmerized, her eyes filled only with those feet bound in the strappy high heels.

The slight arch of the foot, the rounded toes, and the faint veins beneath the smooth skin.

Private, forbidden. Sensitive, sexy. Dominance, submission.

Countless words popped into her head. Liu Yitong reined in her thoughts and reached out her hand toward the defenseless feet resting before her.

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