Why Does The "Fishing Queen" Always Flirt With Me? - Chapter 19

The moment Tang Wangyue entered Yun Chuxian’s room, she was greeted by a wave of cold rose fragrance.

Her heart skipped a beat. She felt like an infatuated emperor in an ancient story, her brain momentarily stalling at the sight of a legendary concubine. They had both only moved in a day ago; why did Chuxian’s room smell so divine while her own was just… ordinary? What kind of perfume possessed such incredible staying power?

Last night, when Chuxian visited her room, that scent had lingered in her senses until dawn. As the fragrance faded, a strange sense of longing had grown in its place. Now, having that favorite scent flood her senses again, Wangyue felt an immediate sense of comfort.

She followed Chuxian, nearly losing herself in the atmosphere of the room. Suddenly, Chuxian turned around, and they almost collided. Wangyue stopped just an inch away, finding herself staring into Chuxian’s bright, flirtatious smile.

“Little follower, take a seat first.”

“Huh? Oh, okay.”

Wangyue stepped back and clumsily sat on the sofa, looking incredibly well-behaved.

A flash of amusement crossed Chuxian’s eyes. She poured two glasses of water before opening the delivery bags. Inside were smoked salmon, sirloin steak, butter-herb seared shrimp, almond cheese mushrooms, and a Wagyu salad with a soft-boiled egg.

It was a spread clearly meant for more than one person.

Wangyue looked at her water and lowered her eyes. “You should eat. I can go grab my phone myself.”

Chuxian pursed her lips and pulled a phone from beneath a sofa cushion. “You ran so fast earlier, I couldn’t catch up.”

She offered the explanation for why she hadn’t returned it immediately. Recalling her frantic flight from the car, Wangyue felt her ears turn red. “Thank you.”

Having retrieved her phone, she prepared to leave. But Chuxian, crouching by the sofa, lightly tugged at the hem of Wangyue’s shirt. “Won’t you stay and keep me company for dinner?”

Wangyue raised an eyebrow. No wonder the delivery had been sent to the “wrong” room; it was a deliberate ploy to get her here. She narrowed her eyes slightly, a smile playing on her lips. “Alright.”

Since a beautiful woman had offered such a heartfelt invitation, she shouldn’t be a spoilsport.

Chuxian’s smile and the tenderness in her gaze made Wangyue’s heart race, a tingling sensation sweeping through her body. This woman was truly magnetic—one gentle look from her was impossible to dodge.

They sat down to eat. Wangyue actually had a healthy appetite and never gained weight, but this time she ate very little. She was being ridiculously reserved, terrified that showing her true appetite would scare Chuxian off. In this “push-and-pull” stage of their relationship, she wanted to leave only the best impressions.

She just couldn’t seem to relax around Chuxian.

As they ate, Chuxian seemed to grow warm. She removed the large towel draped over her shoulders, revealing a camisole and the elegant lines of her collarbone and shoulders.

Noticing Wangyue’s gaze, Chuxian let out a soft chuckle. “Yue, your eyes are being very naughty.”

The words made Wangyue flush crimson. It was an accidental glance! How was that “naughty”?

“I wasn’t,” she tried to argue.

“Oh?” Chuxian’s eyes twinkled playfully. “Since you’re being so ‘good,’ why don’t you help me blow-dry my hair in a bit?”

Wait—did “being good” mean that?

Wangyue felt as if her heart were a piece of clay in Chuxian’s hands, being molded and squeezed however the actress pleased. “I…”

Before she could object, Chuxian looked at her with wide, longing eyes. Who could say no to a look like that? An indescribable throb of excitement rose in Wangyue’s chest; her heart was officially out of her control.

Is she… acting cute? Wangyue could hardly believe her eyes. The thought of drying Chuxian’s hair made her feel shy yet eager.

“Okay.”

Wangyue lowered her head, staring intently at the food in her bowl. A moment later, a piece of steak appeared. Chuxian was slicing the steak and placing every perfect bite into Wangyue’s bowl.

“Eat more.”

Chuxian’s gentle voice felt like a spell, leaving Wangyue in a daze, unsure of where she was or what she was doing. She felt as if Chuxian were taking care of her like… a mother? Not in the sense of Ms. Tang, but a certain feeling of being cherished.

However, Wangyue noticed that Chuxian’s room was surprisingly sparse. Usually, a star staying for a long shoot would have bags and boxes everywhere, but Chuxian’s room was almost minimalist. She didn’t look like the superstar who commanded the room at events with a cold, untouchable aura. In private, Chuxian was almost… soft.

Wangyue set down her chopsticks early. Chuxian looked at her, curious. “Full already?”

“Yeah.”

Chuxian frowned, giving her a slightly pouty, dissatisfied look. “You’re eating even less than you used to.”

“What?” Wangyue was too busy admiring Chuxian’s beauty to catch the comment.

“Rest for a bit, then we’ll discuss the script,” Chuxian said calmly, as if that had been the plan all along.

Wangyue realized the trap. She had come to “deliver” a misrouted dinner and get her phone. Now she’d had a full meal and promised to dry hair and discuss work. It was one thing after another—would she even make it back to her own room tonight?

After clearing the table, Chuxian quickly brought out a hairdryer and knelt obediently between Wangyue’s legs.

“Do you… have to kneel?” Wangyue stammered. They were so close; Chuxian’s arms were resting right against Wangyue’s legs.

Chuxian tilted her head. “Is it inconvenient for you?”

Then she shifted into a seated position on the carpet, looking up at Wangyue. In that moment, Wangyue felt like a queen looking down on her subject. Her thoughts were a mess; she didn’t even dare look down, terrified of what the angle might reveal.

Wangyue quickly grabbed Chuxian’s arms and pulled her up to sit on the sofa. “I’ll stand.”

Even if the visual was similar, it wasn’t as overwhelming. But even with her standing, her mind was involuntarily generating vivid images.

Since she was standing, she couldn’t see the knowing, deep smile on Chuxian’s face. Was this seduction? Of course it was. It was a blatant provocation, and Wangyue could feel it. Yet, she didn’t refuse.

In this game, silence meant possibility.

Wangyue, unaware of Chuxian’s inner thoughts, ran her fingers through the actress’s hair. The rose fragrance filled her nose—but the coldness was gone, replaced by a deep tenderness. Was it because of the bath? Or was the “private” Chuxian simply a person who radiated a warm, gentle rose scent instead of a cold one?

Either way, it was making Wangyue’s head spin.

Feeling the gentle touch on her scalp, Chuxian leaned back comfortably. Suddenly, she tugged on Wangyue’s shirt.

“Closer.”

Before Wangyue could react, Chuxian rested her head against Wangyue’s stomach. “I’m so tired~”

Wangyue shook her head with a smile. Is she using my stomach as a pillow? But the smile didn’t last long. She realized that the sensation of Chuxian’s breath against her abdomen was far more intoxicating than any fragrance.

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