Why Does The "Fishing Queen" Always Flirt With Me? - Chapter 32

During work that afternoon, Tang Wangyue was somewhat dazed. She felt as if her soul had been snatched away by a siren; her mind was completely occupied by the events in the trailer at noon.

She hadn’t asked the questions she intended to ask, and instead, her heart had been teased into a state of restless suspension. Was Yun Chuxian really a shapeshifting fox spirit? How else could she be so utterly captivated?

In the trailer’s bedroom, Chuxian seemed to be deliberately provoking her as “retaliation” for the medicine-feeding incident.

“Yue, you’re getting quite skilled at kissing me.”

Chuxian interlaced their fingers, suddenly flipping over to pin her down. She guided Wangyue’s hands slowly upward until they were pinned above her head. The soft weight pressed against Wangyue, and Chuxian wore a half-smile that made her look like a cat toying with its favorite yarn.

The room was thick with a hazy, romantic tension. Wangyue met those ambiguous eyes, and hearing the teasing, she turned her head away in embarrassment.

However, a second later, she couldn’t help but look back. “Last night…”

“Hmm?” Chuxian prompted gently, seeing her hesitation.

Last night, the atmosphere had reached a fever pitch. If Wangyue hadn’t fallen asleep, they likely would have done everything there is to do. Wangyue’s face flushed again; she felt like she had blushed more in the past few weeks than in her entire life combined.

Chuxian laughed softly and buried her face in the crook of Wangyue’s neck. “Since you can’t see my face, can you say it now?”

True, she couldn’t see her face, but having a person of that stature pressing down on her was still very… noticeable. Wangyue thought ridiculously. Still, it did help her nerves.

“Last night… did we kiss?”

It sounded like a question, but it was a confirmation. Wangyue was certain they had; she just wanted to hear what Chuxian would say.

“Yes, we did.”

Chuxian only gave her those three words. And then? Wangyue tilted her head, trying to catch Chuxian’s expression, but all she saw was silk-black hair.

“Silly.” Chuxian’s muffled laughter vibrated against her. “We just kissed again now, too. And you were the one who forced it on me.”

That’s not the same! Wangyue thought, though it wasn’t exactly different either. She considered it carefully. “Sister, what kind of relationship do you think warrants a kiss?”

Chuxian sat up and pulled Wangyue with her. Her face became serious. “A kiss only needs mutual consent.”

The logic was sound, but it was a non-answer. Wangyue felt like their relationship was more of a “push-and-pull” than any character she had ever written.

As Wangyue went quiet, Chuxian lowered her eyes and smiled. She didn’t press the topic. Some things she could guide, but she wouldn’t say them outright—if it was too easy, it wouldn’t be memorable. Many people don’t cherish what is easily obtained. Even if Wangyue wasn’t that type, people still tend to forget the things that come without effort.

Just as the “little liar” had forgotten their past.

She wanted Wangyue to have every second of their current life etched into her soul, never to be forgotten again. But at the same time, she couldn’t stand to see Wangyue looking disappointed.

She took Wangyue’s hand, brought it to her lips, and kissed it tenderly. “Sleep with me for a while.”

The shift was so sudden Wangyue blinked. Before she knew it, Chuxian had helped her out of her sun-protection jacket. Little did anyone know, she was only wearing a small camisole underneath.

“Should I take off my pants too?”

Watching Chuxian change into pajamas made it clear she was the type of person who didn’t wear “outside” clothes in bed. Wangyue wanted to respect her habits.

Chuxian was pleased with her compliance. “Take them off.”

Wangyue’s face burned, but she followed suit and then immediately dove under the covers, pulling them over her head. Chuxian pulled her close into her arms. It was more fragrant under the blanket than Wangyue could have imagined. Held tightly by Chuxian, she felt completely “perfume-drunk.”

Before she could process it, she was held fast. Is she treating me like a giant teddy bear? Wangyue greedily inhaled Chuxian’s scent. Her heart raced, and her throat felt dry. She felt… a certain sensation. No, stay calm, we’re on set! She tried to suppress the images in her mind, but the effort only made her body feel hotter.

Chuxian didn’t make it easy, though. Her lips brushed against Wangyue’s skin intermittently. Wherever they touched, a soft kiss followed.

“Yun Chuxian, don’t…”

The kisses were too gentle; Wangyue couldn’t take it. She was terrified she’d turn into a wolf and pounce.

At her protest, Chuxian stopped. The rustling sounds ceased, but the tension didn’t fade. Wangyue could hear her own heart thundering. She didn’t understand why Chuxian loved kissing her so much—just soft, gentle pecks wherever they touched.

If Wangyue knew about “skin hunger,” she might have understood. Chuxian was simply terrified of losing her again; only by holding her this tightly could she feel that Wangyue was truly there.

Perhaps it was a matter of security, but with Wangyue by her side, Chuxian fell asleep quickly. Just like last night—knowing Wangyue was on the sofa outside had settled her heart. Chuxian’s sleep disorder was severe; for her, not being able to sleep was a form of torture that could drive a person mad. It was only after she found Wangyue again that her condition improved.

She held Wangyue tight, as if afraid she would run away.

Yue, stay with me forever, okay? That was Chuxian’s final thought before drifting off.

When Wangyue woke up, Chuxian was already back on set. She quickly dressed and left the trailer. No one had noticed she was gone, and no one knew she had been in Chuxian’s trailer for so long.

An on-set writer’s life is often like this—the script is set, and unless there’s a major overhaul, she’s relatively free. Tang Wangyue didn’t want to be caught; if people saw her emerging from the trailer after hours, the rumors on the internet would be unpredictable.

As she walked back to the set, gossip reached her ears.

“Did you see the trending topics?”

“Of course! It’s blowing up.”

“Do you think it’s true? Is Miss Yun in a relationship?”

“Who knows? She’s an actor, dating isn’t the issue—it’s who she’s dating.”

“True. No one is going to be happy with the one they leaked.”

Wangyue’s heart squeezed. What? Chuxian was “exposed”? Did they get photographed in the trailer?

Just then, someone noticed her. “Screenwriter Tang? Did you see the news?”

The crew members were looking at her with such curiosity. Wangyue interpreted their look as: Are you the one dating Miss Yun?

She shook her head frantically. “I have to get to work. I’ll look tonight.”

She fled to a quiet corner and opened Weibo. The headline was #YunChuxianRelationship. But when she clicked it, the photos weren’t of her. They were of Chuxian with a man in his fifties—or rather, a photo of his back. They looked quite intimate.

“You believe it?”

Bai Yu had appeared behind her. She had seen Wangyue listening to the gossip and wanted to see her reaction. If Wangyue believed it, she would have to advise her boss.

Wangyue jumped, startled. “You mean this?” She waved her phone. “The internet is full of half-truths. I think it’s fake.”

Bai Yu arched an eyebrow. “The photos aren’t photoshopped. That’s really her.”

“It could be a relative,” Wangyue said, zooming in. If Chuxian were truly intimate with someone, it wouldn’t look like this. The posture looked more like she was supporting him. “Maybe he’s older than fifty but just well-maintained.”

Bai Yu smiled but didn’t confirm. “You can ask the Boss yourself.”

Wangyue shook her head. “I trust her.”

She believed Chuxian was the type to be loyal even in the “ambiguous” phase. Besides, her analysis told her it was a junior-senior dynamic.

*****

Filming ended after 7:00 PM. Wangyue was pushing her bicycle toward the main road when a figure approached. She stopped and waited. It was Chuxian.

“Screenwriter Tang, give me a lift.”

“Car ‘broken’ again?” Wangyue teased.

Chuxian smiled and caught the hem of Wangyue’s shirt. “I just want to go home with you.”

“Alright.”

Wangyue couldn’t stop herself from smiling. She loved Chuxian’s directness—honestly telling her that she didn’t care about the car, she just wanted to be together. It was a wonderful feeling.

Chuxian climbed onto the back seat, wrapped her arms around Wangyue’s waist, and pressed her face against her back. As they pedaled away, Wangyue felt like they were in a youth drama—simple, pure, and beautiful.

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