Why Does The "Fishing Queen" Always Flirt With Me? - Chapter 27

Tang Wangyue’s face turned scarlet in an instant. Stupid mouth, what on earth was I saying?

“I didn’t mean…”

She wanted to explain that she didn’t mean it that way. But what way did she mean? Was she trying to suggest her “doing” was different from the other “doing”?

Yun Chuxian listened with a smile in her eyes, her expression saying: Right, right, whatever you say is true. In reality, she didn’t believe a single word.

Wangyue instinctively patted her burning cheeks and said helplessly, “Stop laughing.”

“Alright, I won’t laugh,” Chuxian replied. That doting tone only made Wangyue’s face hotter.

Chuxian let out a small cough, the smile fading slightly only to be replaced by a deeper mirth. “Actually… it’s not like we can’t do it.”

Tang Wangyue: “…”

She felt thoroughly teased. She could tell Chuxian was just toying with her, treating her like a pet rather than actually intending to follow through. But knowing it was a joke didn’t make her any less shy.

Wangyue realized she was completely under Chuxian’s thumb; every move the woman made pulled at her heartstrings. Whether her internal weather was sunny, rainy, or overcast depended entirely on Chuxian’s whim. Yun Chuxian was the god in charge of her world’s climate.

Back at the hotel, Wangyue didn’t flee this time. She pulled her baseball cap low and stood silently to the side, waiting for Chuxian to get out of the trailer.

Chuxian arched an eyebrow. “Not afraid of being photographed today?”

“I’m a staff member. Besides, we’re both women.”

Under normal circumstances, no one would associate two women standing together with a romantic relationship. Unless they were hugging, kissing, and inseparable. However, because Chuxian had been the object of affection for so many female stars, some said she was a “lady-killer.” As long as she hadn’t officially come out, no one would care if she walked with a woman. Even if she had come out, people wouldn’t necessarily jump to conclusions about every companion.

Since neither of them was “out,” being photographed shouldn’t matter.

Chuxian looked at Wangyue’s serious explanation and gave a faint smile. “So last time, you were lying to me? Is that right, little liar?”

The question sounded like an interrogation, yet Chuxian made it feel doting and ambiguous, unable to hide the gentle undertone of her voice. Few could resist the charm of an older woman’s gentleness, Wangyue included.

Wangyue had never considered herself “gay.” She knew she disliked men—her scumbag father was a large reason for that—but she had never met a woman she liked, either. Thus, she had assumed she had an emotional disorder, the type that simply wouldn’t fall for anyone.

People asked her if being a shut-in was lonely. It was, but she enjoyed it. Others pitied her for always being alone, never understanding the joy of solitude. Occasionally her mother would visit, cook a meal, and check that she was still alive. Rarely did anyone disturb her life. Since moving out to live alone, she hadn’t wanted a second person in her space.

Until Yun Chuxian appeared.

If the first person she saw upon waking up was Yun Chuxian, that seemed like it might be a wonderful thing.

Wangyue pursed her lips and pulled up her sun mask to hide her face. I should have kept the mask on in the car, she thought. Last time, she had behaved as if she and Chuxian were capable of having a scandal. Actually, she still felt that way. A female writer knocking on an actress’s door shouldn’t look like romance, yet she acted with the guilty conscience of a thief.

The more she acted like that, the more people would misunderstand. Being open was usually safer.

One thing puzzled her: why did her mother and Mo Lai both assume she liked girls? Even Director Sun, whom she’d just met, seemed to imply it. Was her “Sapphic aura” really that strong? Or had their “Gaydar” detected something? Her mother arranged a blind date with a woman, and Mo Lai assumed she’d fall for Chuxian…

Inside the elevator, Wangyue stared at her own reflection in the mirror. Was it my eyes that told them I liked Yun Chuxian?

Suddenly, Chuxian moved closer, pressing against her back. She rested her chin on Wangyue’s shoulder from behind, looking directly into her eyes via the elevator mirror. “Even if we were intimate, no one would misunderstand.”

If one’s heart were pure, they wouldn’t see intimacy between two girls as anything more. Unless… Wangyue had other thoughts. In Wangyue’s heart, the intimacy between them was the “lustful” kind. Her understanding wasn’t just “girls’ skin-ship,” but the desire of lovers.

Do I have ulterior motives? Is that why my thoughts aren’t pure? Wangyue wondered.

No, that wasn’t right. From the very first blind date, they hadn’t been aiming for “just friendship.” Then there was Chuxian’s drunken kiss and her constant teasing—every frame of Chuxian’s expressions was designed to draw out Wangyue’s desire. And since they started as a blind date, it was only natural for her mind and body to be occupied by such thoughts.

It wasn’t that Wangyue had “evil thoughts” about Chuxian; it was that Chuxian was deliberately cultivating those thoughts in her.

Ding.

The elevator door opened, snapping Wangyue back to reality.

“Others won’t misunderstand, but I will.” She stepped out of the elevator, taking Chuxian’s hand as she did to ensure the actress didn’t stumble when she suddenly pulled her shoulder away.

Chuxian gave a helpless laugh. Clever little liar.

Wangyue was right. They hadn’t come together to be friends. Since they were on a blind date, they both knew each other’s orientation. Being “intimate” in a “platonic” way just wouldn’t feel right. Straight girls can be physically close without thinking much of it; “Lezzies” will practically use a ‘Flash’ spell to jump away if their hand is touched unexpectedly.

Their contact would never be simple or without desire. Both of them had the urge to claim more.

Chuxian didn’t feel any regret. While letting the “little liar” get lost in a misunderstanding might have provided a moment of sweetness, for long-term happiness, she wanted Wangyue to realize that she was the prize. She wanted her to feel a visceral, physical attraction—the kind of desire that made her want to do things the moment she saw her.

“It’s not a misunderstanding then. Does Yue not want me to be her wife?”

The topic shifted so fast Wangyue’s head spun. Wife?! Chuxian said it so gently and seriously that if you couldn’t hear her voice, you’d think she was discussing work.

Wangyue’s silence was deafening. Finally, she managed to squeeze out: “Teacher Yun was the one who refused to let me take responsibility.”

So who’s the one who doesn’t want it?

Chuxian tilted her head as Wangyue opened her room door. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?”

Wangyue: “?”

“Teacher Yun, your room is right across the hall.” At this distance, was a visit really necessary?

Chuxian hooked a finger into the hem of Wangyue’s shirt and gave a gentle tug toward herself. “I want to talk.”

Wangyue was confused but stepped aside. She looked left and right to make sure no one—especially Bai Yu—was following, then quickly shut the door. Once the door was closed, she felt a wave of awkwardness. She’d left in a hurry this morning; the room was a mess.

Thankfully, she’d locked most of her things in her suitcase. Only a few clothes were scattered about. She quickly cleared the small sofa. “Have a seat.”

She put a bottle of water in front of Chuxian. “Do you want hot water?” She’d brought a folding kettle specifically for this trip.

Seeing her flustered state, Chuxian’s lips curved into an amused smile. “Are you nervous?”

“No.”

“Then sit next to me.”

To prove she wasn’t nervous, Wangyue sat right beside her. Sensing the faint fragrance from the girl, Chuxian’s smile deepened. She leaned back against the sofa and turned to see Wangyue sitting stiff as a board.

Is the little liar afraid? she wondered. It’s not like I’m going to eat her.

Chuxian suddenly leaned in, her lips almost brushing Wangyue’s cheek. “The ‘responsibility’ Yue talked about was heartless. What I want…” Her hand traveled to Wangyue’s neck, then slid downward. “…is your heart.”

Feeling the slight chill on her chest, Wangyue’s heart pounded frantically. But, hey! Is putting your hand there really okay?!

The air temperature rose rapidly. Wangyue felt like she was in a steamer. Chuxian laughed and withdrew her hand; she had plenty of patience. A month, a year, ten years—she could wait.

“Your room smells nice,” Chuxian remarked, taking a deep breath. “Like soap.”

Wangyue had brought her own bedsheets, which carried a faint soapy scent. She always soaked them with a bar of soap for an hour before washing them.

“Yeah,” Wangyue replied, reaching out to twist open her water.

Chuxian’s gaze drifted to the bed before returning to Wangyue. She leaned in again. “And the scent on your body, too.”

Why does she keep saying things like that? It’s making me feel things…

Wangyue let out a small cough to change the subject. “What did Teacher Yun want to talk about?”

“Why won’t you call me ‘Sister’?” Chuxian’s pupils reflected Wangyue’s silhouette. There was a hint of grievance in her tone, so subtle it was almost imperceptible.

Wangyue called out without hesitation: “Sister.”

Chuxian smiled with satisfaction. “Auntie Tang sent a lot of local specialties to my house. My mother wants to know if your mother’s address is still the same; she wants to send some things over in return.”

Wangyue was full of questions. “Have they become pen pals who exchange gifts now?”

Chuxian shook her head. “They’re ‘In-Laws’.”

Tang Wangyue: “…”

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