Turns Out Seducing the Movie Queen Can Break the Plot - Chapter 37.2

Jiang Chi pressed her hand down and hastily grabbed a tissue. “At least wipe the straw first.”

Wen Wen caught her outstretched hand and simply held her gaze as she put the straw into her mouth, demonstrating through action that she truly didn’t mind.

Her throat moved twice.

Jiang Chi watched her, her own throat unconsciously bobbing twice as well.

Noticing her reaction, Wen Wen curled her lips slightly. “You’re swallowing. What, do you want some too?” She held the milk out to Jiang Chi’s lips, even steadying the straw helpfully. “Go ahead if you want.”

Jiang Chi snapped out of it and shook her head.

Wen Wen didn’t insist, pulling it back to take another sip herself.

Jiang Chi bit into her bread, stealing glances at her out of the corner of her eye while pressing a hand to her wildly thumping heart. She must be losing her mind, why did something as simple as Wen Wen drinking milk seem so elegant and beautiful?

Or was there actually something wrong with her head?

Wen Wen lifted her eyes and noticed the stare. She held out her own bread. “Want to try mine?”

Jiang Chi shook her head. “No, I’ll stick with mine.”

Wen Wen: “Is yours that good?”

Her gaze slid slowly from Jiang Chi’s eyes, past the tip of her nose, lingered on her lips for a moment, and finally settled on the bread in her hand.

“Can I have a bite?”

“Huh? Sure.” Jiang Chi pulled her eyes away from Wen Wen’s, hesitating for a few seconds before flipping the bread around. “This side’s the one I bit. Let me tear off the other side for you.”

Before she could finish, a scorching hand rested on her wrist. Jiang Chi turned toward the heat and saw a beautiful, fair, slender hand and that absurd thought resurfaced in her mind.

This hand would look perfect with a ring.

She couldn’t help but imagine how happy someone would be to slip a ring onto those fingers.

To be that happy person.

Perhaps because she’d been still for too long, the hand gave her arm a gentle squeeze. The pleasant sensation snapped Jiang Chi back to reality just as its owner spoke. “It’s fine. No need to switch sides. I don’t mind.”

Suddenly, Jiang Chi felt like a marionette, letting Wen Wen guide her hand.

She watched as the bread in her grip slowly moved toward Wen Wen, who lowered her head in sync. Just as her lips were about to touch it, Wen Wen paused. “Unless, you mind sharing the same side.”

The one being asked seemed not to hear, her gaze fixed unwaveringly on those full, rosy lips. Unconsciously, she recalled the sensation of last night’s kiss and bit her own lip.

His gaze slowly shifted to Wen Wen in front of him. Wen Wen was wearing a white shirt today, and whether intentionally or not, the top two buttons were left undone. As she leaned forward slightly to eat the bread, from Jiang Chi’s perspective, he could catch a glimpse of the alluring view inside.

Moreover, that very view had been pressed tightly against him just last night. The memory of that deadly softness alone made Jiang Chi’s scalp tingle.

He wondered if Wen Wen had ever embraced anyone else like that. He wanted to claim that embrace for himself alone.

Noticing his stare, Wen Wen pushed his hand away. “Seems like you mind. Maybe I shouldn’t eat after all.”

“Huh? What?” Flashes of that tempting sight still lingered in his eyes as Jiang Chi snapped back to reality. He found Wen Wen looking at him with peach-blossom eyes filled with disappointment. His previously frozen brain finally kicked back into gear as he asked blankly, “Sister, did you say something just now?”

Wen Wen countered with a question instead: “What were you staring at so intently?”

“The… the bread,” Jiang Chi stammered, his tongue suddenly tripping over itself as his gaze darted away, unable to meet Wen Wen’s eyes.

Wen Wen gripped his chin and turned his face back toward her, narrowing her eyes slightly. “Oh? Which bread?”

Jiang Chi reflexively raised the bread in his hand. “This one!”

Wen Wen’s hand slid down from his collarbone to the nape of his neck. She gripped it firmly, pulling his head closer until her lips brushed his ear. In a whisper only the two of them could hear, her breath was like a seductive spell: “Don’t tell me you usually look at bread with that kind of lecherous gaze?”

“And not just lecherous judging by your expression, you seemed to be savoring and enjoying it too.”

The familiar, cool scent of sandalwood enveloped them once more.

With their heads so close together, the fragrance seemed to grow hands of its own, pinning Jiang Chi in place while simultaneously urging him to push its owner down.

Just then, a voice called from outside the tent: “Teacher Jiang? Teacher Wen? Are you in there? It’s almost time to gather. Director Xu asked me to remind you to get ready soon.”

Jiang Chi snapped out of his daze, springing up from the stool and putting a full meter between himself and Wen Wen. Turning toward the tent entrance, he called out, “Got it! We’ll be right out.”

When he turned back, Wen Wen was still watching him. Glancing down at the bread in his hand, he hesitantly offered it. “Sister, do you still want some?”

Wen Wen complied effortlessly, locking eyes with him as she slowly took a bite from his hand.

Jiang Chi tried to pull his hand back, but his wrist was suddenly seized. With a sharp tug, he was yanked forward completely unprepared and stumbled straight into Wen Wen.

Wen Wen’s pull was precise and controlled, ensuring that even as he dropped to his knees, he felt no pain, just a faint, tingling sensation.

His upper body collided with hers, his cheeks cushioned securely by her softness.

Wen Wen waved the bread in front of him, amusement lacing her tone. “I only pulled you over to ask if you wanted to try my bread. Where exactly were you aiming, sweetheart?”

Jiang Chi: “…”

He lifted his head, eyes gleaming as he stared at her. “Sister? So, this is how you want to play?”

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