Turns Out Seducing the Movie Queen Can Break the Plot - Chapter 49.2

When they entered the room earlier, Jiang Chi had already checked, there was only one camera overhead. Here, they were safe. No one would see them.

Wen Wen’s breathing grew heavier. “Didn’t I already give it?”

“When?” Jiang Chi’s eyes lingered on her lips. “Didn’t Sister promise to compensate me tonight? Well, it is night now.”

Wen Wen: “Back in the booth…”

“Oh? That kiss I initiated?” Jiang Chi’s lips curved slowly, as if suddenly realizing something. “That was my move. The compensation you owe me is a completely different matter, isn’t it?”

Wen Wen narrowed her eyes. “Brat, are you playing word games with me?”

Jiang Chi blinked, feigning innocence. “Isn’t Sister the one trying to weasel out of it?”

The escape room had been a special circumstance, Jiang Chi’s condition took priority then. Wen Wen hadn’t thought much of it. But now… Just as she was about to say, “Do you remember the question I asked you earlier?” her peripheral vision caught a figure outside.

The room was spacious, with floor-to-ceiling windows facing the outdoor pool. The curtains weren’t fully drawn, leaving a gap about the width of a fist. And there, standing beyond that gap, was someone.

Su Jing.

“Sister, what are you looking at?” Jiang Chi started to turn her head, but Wen Wen immediately cupped the back of her neck, stopping her.

Wen Wen’s fingers trailed along her skin, pulling her closer. “Must I be the one to initiate?” Her gaze dropped to Jiang Chi’s lips.

Even this close, Jiang Chi’s complexion was flawless her features so finely sculpted it was almost unfair. The faint mole at the corner of her left eye lifted slightly, as if urging Wen Wen to make a decision.

Slowly, Wen Wen released her. “If you don’t want to, then.”

“Mmph!”

Before she could finish speaking, her lips were fiercely sealed by Jiang Chi. A soft tongue pried open her teeth, invading like a conquering force. Wen Wen froze for a second before slowly responding, her gaze drifting leisurely to the obviously rigid figure outside the window.

Their eyes met, and she raised a delicate eyebrow.

“Mmm!” Wen Wen suddenly let out a muffled groan as Jiang Chi’s hands showed no mercy. “Sis, how can you be so distracted?”

At times like this, she always seemed to turn into a little mad dog.

Wen Wen glanced out the window again, the figure was gone, leaving only the blue pool water rippling in the night breeze.

She withdrew her gaze and focused on returning the kiss.

The hands on her body wandered restlessly, and Wen Wen allowed it until those once-cool fingers, now heated, slipped toward her waistband. She caught the movement and pushed Jiang Chi away, panting slightly. “Enough.”

Jiang Chi’s eyes were hazy as she pressed against her neck, trying to continue, but Wen Wen stopped her. “Enough, Jiang Chi. Or do you want to use up that unconditional favor of yours?”

Jiang Chi paused at that, her gaze gradually clearing. She pouted and leaned against Wen Wen’s shoulder. “Sis, you’re so mean.”

“Who’s the mean little dog here?” Wen Wen teased.

Jiang Chi didn’t answer, only chuckled quietly.

The two freshened up separately, and by the time they were done, the luxurious candlelit dinner prepared by the production team was ready. Their seats were placed at opposite ends of the long table, but Jiang Chi immediately dragged her chair to the spot closest to Wen Wen, grumbling, “The production team has no sense of romance. We’re a couple, who makes their CP sit so far apart?”

She even gestured dramatically to emphasize the distance.

Wen Wen curved her lips and placed a peeled shrimp in Jiang Chi’s bowl. “Eat.”

Jiang Chi, however, just crossed her arms on the table, opened her mouth, and said, “Ah!” The implication was obvious.

Wen Wen shook her head fondly, hesitated for a moment with her chopsticks, then simply picked up the shrimp with her fingers, dipped it in sauce, and brought it to Jiang Chi’s lips.

Jiang Chi, noticing the small gesture, opened wide and took not just the shrimp but most of Wen Wen’s fingers into her mouth. Staring into her eyes, she deliberately let her tongue brush against Wen Wen’s fingertips.

Wen Wen shivered slightly but calmly withdrew her hand.

Jiang Chi repeated the trick, pointing at the lobster beside them and declaring, “Sis, I want this.”

Wen Wen gave her a long look before replying evenly, “If you want something done, do it yourself.”

Jiang Chi whined, “Nooo, I want you to feed me.” Then, after a pause, she added, “Of course, I could feed you too.”

Wen Wen’s chopsticks stilled. “No need. Eat quickly, there’s a massage session later.”

“Oh right, I almost forgot!” Jiang Chi’s eyes lit up, and she obediently started eating.

The villa had a dedicated massage room, and the production team had hired two professional masseuses from a high-end spa.

Before the session, the masseuses asked whether they preferred a more stimulating or gentler technique. Both chose the gentler option but as it turned out, “gentle” wasn’t all that gentle.

Wen Wen remained composed throughout, clearly enjoying herself, while Jiang Chi kept gasping at certain points. Each time, Wen Wen’s lips would curl slightly her little dog was just too adorable.

Caught in the act at one point, the little dog protested indignantly, “Sis, are you laughing at me?”

Even with her eyes closed, Wen Wen could vividly imagine the puppy-like pout on Jiang Chi’s face at that moment. She tried hard to suppress her rising smile, but the more she thought about it, the more adorable it seemed, making the corners of her lips curl up even higher. Yet when she spoke, she denied it: “I wasn’t.”

Jiang Chi’s pitiful voice came through: “Hmph, you’re totally laughing at me.”

Wen Wen slowly opened her eyes: “Really, I wasn’t. I just thought of something funny.”

Jiang Chi clearly didn’t believe her: “Then tell me what it was.”

Wen Wen said with feigned seriousness: “Once upon a time, there were three little monks in the mountains…”

“Hey!” Jiang Chi interrupted indignantly, “Sister, are you treating me like a kid?”

“Oh?” Wen Wen blinked her eyes, “Aren’t you one?”

At that moment, the masseuse attending to Jiang Chi was applying essential oil to her back, allowing her to watch comfortably without pain. Those captivating eyes blinked slowly, as if swirling with seductive charm.

As if sensing her gaze, Wen Wen lazily lowered her eyelids and adjusted her lying position slightly, causing a tantalizing shift in her curves.

Jiang Chi stared unblinkingly. She’d never understood before what kind of person could be described as a “fox spirit” by others, but now she thought she knew.

As her gaze lingered over Wen Wen’s shoulders and neck, Jiang Chi suddenly felt envious of the masseuse working on Wen Wen. She had touched that body too – precisely because she had, the envy grew stronger.

A sudden thought made her eyes light up: “Sister, I know how to massage too. How about, I give you one instead?”

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