Why Does The "Fishing Queen" Always Flirt With Me? - Chapter 30

Tang Wangyue looked up at Yun Chuxian, her eyes soft and moist, looking every bit like a wronged puppy.

Yun Chuxian’s eyes were filled with a smiling warmth. She nuzzled against Wangyue’s hair, her tongue casually prying past the seam of the girl’s lips to seek more. Wangyue tried to look into Chuxian’s eyes, but the woman simply stared back, her lips never pulling away for a second.

Wangyue felt dizzy—whether from the alcohol or the lack of oxygen, she couldn’t tell. But with Chuxian being this proactive, she wasn’t about to back down. Perhaps it was the liquid courage, but she stopped overthinking. She buried her fingers into Chuxian’s hair, straightened her back, and tilted her head up to return the kiss.

Wangyue’s invasion was fierce, but Chuxian didn’t flinch; she met the challenge head-on. They were so lost in the kiss that Wangyue forgot why she had even come here. Originally, she just wanted to coax Chuxian out of her anger—and what better way to coax someone than this? If a kiss could make Chuxian stop being mad, it was a price she was more than willing to pay.

But… what about the next step?

At that thought, Wangyue’s emotions surged, and the kiss grew even more intense. Chuxian felt as if she were running out of air; she suddenly leaned back and covered Wangyue’s lips with her hand.

Wangyue looked at her piteously but remained on her knees, simply because “Sister” hadn’t told her she could get up yet.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Chuxian moved her hand up to cover Wangyue’s eyes. The drunken little liar was far too aggressive. Chuxian took a deep breath, waiting for her boiling blood to cool down.

Wangyue’s breathing was slightly heavy as she leaned against Chuxian’s lap. She pulled the hand away from her eyes, her gaze filled with confusion as to why she’d been pushed away.

“Sister?”

The soft, whimpering sound of the word “Sister” sent a ripple of pleasure through Chuxian’s heart. A humming, soft Tang Wangyue was truly the best.

Chuxian’s thumb brushed firmly across Wangyue’s lips. “Sit properly. I’m going to dry your hair.”

Wangyue’s hair was still damp, and during the kiss, the wet strands had rested against Chuxian’s neck, feeling cool and moist. Much like how Chuxian felt right now, things needed to be dried off.

Wangyue was incredibly obedient, sitting up straight like a primary school student waiting for Chuxian to tend to her. From blow-drying to skincare, Chuxian enjoyed every second of the process, feeling like she was grooming a precious puppy. The only pity was skipping the bath step that usually came before.

As she dried Wangyue’s hair and saw that elegant, white neck, Chuxian couldn’t help but think how beautiful it would look with a collar. Or perhaps a tie—she could grab the tie and pull her close, keeping her under total control.

Before meeting Wangyue, Chuxian hadn’t realized her possessive streak was this strong. But now, she wanted to control everything about this little liar. Well… not everything. She’d allow Wangyue her own life, but as long as she was around, the girl’s heart and eyes had to belong solely to her.

Wangyue’s total submission provided Chuxian with a profound sense of satisfaction.

Wangyue was dazzled by the sight of her. Under the lights, the woman’s skin seemed to glow, her eyes full of a gentle, happy warmth. Seeing her “Sister” happy made Wangyue happy too.

The “puppy” suddenly looked radiant, causing the smile on Chuxian’s face to widen. Watching that smile, Wangyue felt a surge of heat and leaned even closer against Chuxian’s legs. The softness against her knees was unmistakable; while it looked subtle, it felt entirely different.

Chuxian reached out and ruffled Wangyue’s soft, now-dry hair. It felt wonderful to the touch.

“Are you still drunk?” It had been a while; surely she was sober enough?

Wangyue wrapped her arms around Chuxian’s waist, forcing her way between the woman’s legs and burying her head against her stomach. “I’m not drunk.”

She sounded exactly like a drunk person.

Chuxian looked down at the obedient “child” on her lap. She leaned in, her hand slowly tilting Wangyue’s chin up. “What do you think we should do now?”

They had hugged; they had kissed. Wasn’t it time for the next step?

However, Wangyue’s brain only registered: Bathed, dried hair, time for bed.

“Sleep?”

The answer almost made Chuxian laugh out of pure exasperation. She leaned in close to the girl’s ear and whispered a single, provocative word: “Do…”

Wangyue’s face turned bright red instantly, and she became utterly lost. “H-how… how do we do it?”

She didn’t know! Well, she didn’t not know. She wrote romance; she’d read about it, and her theoretical knowledge was actually quite solid. She figured she could manage.

Instead of answering, Chuxian’s hair brushed across Wangyue’s face as she stood up and walked toward the bedroom. She didn’t say a word, only gave Wangyue a single look over her shoulder. It was an invitation to follow, but she didn’t state it explicitly.

Wangyue scrambled to get up, but her legs gave out and she fell onto the sofa. She had been kneeling so long her legs were completely numb. Perhaps it was the exhaustion of working two jobs, or perhaps the lingering alcohol, but her eyelids felt incredibly heavy. The moment her head hit the sofa cushion, she couldn’t keep her eyes open. She wanted to follow Chuxian into the room to sleep together, but sleep claimed her first.

A moment later, Chuxian walked back out carrying a blanket. she draped it over Wangyue and lightly stroked her cheek. “Silly girl.”

Truthfully, she hadn’t intended to actually “do” anything tonight. In a drunken state, one lacked proper logic and might regret their actions later. Whatever they did, Chuxian wanted it to happen when they were both fully sober. Just like that night when she had been perfectly clear-headed while coaxing Wangyue to touch her—Wangyue had restrained herself because she was drunk, and some things were a matter of principle.

Chuxian leaned down and pressed a kiss to Wangyue’s lips. Then she sat by the edge of the sofa, unable to take her eyes off her.

When she first met Wangyue as a child, she had been like a little lost beggar. Wangyue had constantly brought her food, even when she herself was limping, she never forgot to bring something for her. Before leaving, Chuxian had worn her finest clothes to see Wangyue, satisfied by the awe in the girl’s eyes. She had promised to come back the next day with a gift, but Wangyue never showed up. Chuxian had begged her mother to delay their departure for two days, but Wangyue never came. After meeting every day for so long, she had simply vanished at the end.

“Little liar, didn’t you promise you’d come?”

Chuxian took Wangyue’s hand and gave it a small, playful nip, though she couldn’t bring herself to actually hurt her. She leaned down and whispered into Wangyue’s ear, “Yue, call me Sister.”

“Sister…” Wangyue murmured in her sleep. She didn’t know why, but she obediently hummed the word. It wasn’t clear, but it was very sweet.

A smile touched Chuxian’s face. “Good girl.”

*****

What do you do when you wake up and realize you slept in your “ideal girl’s” room? Even though she wasn’t in the bedroom, the first thing Wangyue saw upon opening her eyes was Chuxian’s smiling face.

Wangyue immediately pulled the blanket over her head. The memories of last night came rushing back: drinking, drinking too much, and then passing out. Wait—didn’t Chuxian imply I should follow her into the room? Why did I just fall asleep on the sofa?!

Wangyue knew she had feelings for Chuxian. In modern terms, she was her “Ideal One.” She was powerless against Chuxian’s flirting; even a tiny bit made her heart itch. Her face, ears, and neck felt like they had been permanently red all night.

And they had… kissed?

This was big. She had kissed her—did she have to take responsibility now? What if she was rejected again? Wangyue spiraled under the covers until Chuxian gently pulled the blanket down, revealing her face.

“You’re already silly enough. What if you smother yourself and become even sillier?” Chuxian laughed as Wangyue’s head popped out. The “little liar” was so cute she wanted to kiss her again.

Wangyue was sweating—partly from the blanket, mostly from embarrassment. She felt like she was being cooked alive. But Chuxian kept teasing. “Getting up? Kid?” Her voice was impossibly tender, as if she were doting on an actual child.

Wangyue stared at her, completely dazed by the gentleness.

“Morning, Screenwriter Tang.”

A new voice rang out. Wangyue whipped her head around and saw… Bai Yu.

Why is Bai Yu here?!

Wangyue went stiff. She felt like she’d been caught having an affair. Chuxian was the star, and she was the “delinquent” lover caught by the management. Would someone show up and offer her five million yuan to leave Chuxian alone? She’d written plots like that—usually involving threats against one’s family or loved ones.

The moment she saw Bai Yu, Wangyue’s brain generated a whole season’s worth of drama. She scrambled up, neatly folded the blanket, and stood to the side looking like a child who had been caught misbehaving.

Chuxian pinched her cheek, amused. “Go on back.”

Wangyue nodded frantically, grabbed her phone, and bolted for the door. It was only 5:30 AM; no one on this floor should be up yet. She could make it back unseen. Considering she was dressed for lounging, emerging from Chuxian’s room this early was bound to raise eyebrows.

She hurried out, but as she reached her own door, she felt something was off. Why did she feel like she’d been “caught”? They hadn’t even done anything!

Well, they had done something. She’d kissed her. Fiercely.

Wangyue touched her lips, the soft, tingling sensation still lingering there. Unfortunately, with Bai Yu present, she couldn’t bring it up. Did the kiss mean they were officially “something”? She was a serious, somewhat traditional person; she couldn’t just act like a kiss never happened. She’d have to find another time to talk.

Back in the room, Chuxian looked at Bai Yu. “You scared her.”

Bai Yu: “?” Who scared whom? She’d opened the door and almost screamed when she saw a body on the sofa. If it hadn’t been Tang Wangyue, she would have thought her boss had picked up a stray puppy on a whim.

But the boss was always right. “Right. Next time I won’t scare her. I’ll just hide under the bed.”

Chuxian gave her a look of mock surprise and said seriously, “That won’t be convenient.”

What if you scare my little old-fashioned girl?

It wouldn’t be convenient, of course. But it would be a hell of a story to ship.

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