Why Does The "Fishing Queen" Always Flirt With Me? - Chapter 4

Tang Wangyue’s body went rigid. The water glass slipped from her hand, shattering on the floor as water splashed everywhere.

Their breathing grew heavy and ragged. Wangyue’s hand, braced against the sofa, tightened instinctively.

The sensation was soft, sweet, and accompanied by a numbing electric hum that radiated from her lips to her very core—the kind of feeling that tempted one to simply surrender.

Wangyue didn’t give herself time to savor it; she scrambled back, pulling away. “You…”

Looking at Yun Chuxian’s dazed, adorable expression, she knew there was no point in trying to reason with a drunk person.

“I want a bath,” Yun Chuxian murmured, tugging playfully at the hem of Wangyue’s shirt.

Wangyue looked down, meeting eyes that were misted over and filled with a strange, undecipherable longing.

“Fine. I’ll go run the water.”

It was clear she couldn’t send Yun Chuxian away in this state, and she certainly couldn’t lock her out.

Once the water was ready, Wangyue led Yun Chuxian into the bathroom. The actress leaned against her, her body seemingly as soft and boneless as silk.

In the age of the internet, beautiful women were a dime a dozen on social media, but someone as breathtaking as Yun Chuxian was a rare find. Every soft murmur that escaped her lips felt like a feather brushing against Wangyue’s heart, leaving a persistent, restless itch.

“Can you manage on your own?” Wangyue asked, genuinely worried. Yun Chuxian could barely stand; if she left her alone in the tub, she was terrified the star might actually drown.

Yun Chuxian responded by wrapping her arms tightly around Wangyue’s waist, resting her forehead against the other woman’s chest.

Wangyue wasn’t sure if the actress could feel how soft she was, but her own senses were filled with the fragrance of the woman’s hair.

She really does smell wonderful.

Yun Chuxian didn’t answer—a clear sign that she couldn’t manage.

Wangyue took a deep breath. She had been on a blind date with a woman, but she didn’t exactly consider herself “straight,” nor was she sure if she was “out.” She didn’t really know her own orientation. When watching dramas, she preferred the female leads; when scrolling through videos, she paused for beautiful women. She followed girl-group survival shows and wrote “strong female lead” scripts.

None of that proved she liked women, but it did confirm one thing: she 100% did not like men.

She wondered if Yun Chuxian’s desire for a same-sex marriage was because she actually liked girls, or if she simply felt that if she had to marry, a girl was the better option.

Mrs. Yun and Wangyue’s own mother were a strange mix of open-minded and traditional. They were progressive enough to allow them to like women, but conservative enough to insist that marriage was mandatory.

For the sake of our shared plight… for the sake of…

Wangyue cycled through a dozen excuses in her mind. Finally, she closed her eyes and, with trembling hands, began to undo Yun Chuxian’s clothes.

Closing her eyes didn’t help; it only heightened her sense of touch. In the darkness of her mind, she began to trace the outlines of the woman’s beauty. The imagination was far more torturous than the reality.

When the outer layers were finally off, Wangyue let out a breath of relief. She decided to just help Yun Chuxian into the tub as she was; if she had to undress her any further, she wouldn’t be able to handle it.

But then, Yun Chuxian hooked her arms around Wangyue’s neck and pulled her into the tub with her.

The water wasn’t deep—Wangyue had been careful to keep it shallow to prevent any accidents—but the impact was sudden. Thick bubbles floated on the surface, partially concealing Yun Chuxian’s body.

Forced to open her eyes, Wangyue tried to stand up, but she was held in a vice-like grip.

“Yun Chuxian, let go.”

Her only answer was another kiss.

Has this woman not had enough?

As tongues brushed and teeth clashed, the atmosphere in the tiny bathroom hit a boiling point. Two people were now cramped into the small tub.

Wangyue didn’t notice that while Yun Chuxian’s face was buried in the crook of her neck, the actress’s eyes were clear, deep, and filled with a growing, focused intensity.

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Drunk Yun Chuxian was wild, and Wangyue had severely underestimated just how wild a drunk woman could be.

Now, she stood before a full-length mirror, staring at the red marks scattered across her neck and collarbone. She remained silent for a long time.

Last night in the bathroom, they had nearly crossed the line. Even though they had stopped at the very last second, it didn’t mean “nothing happened.” The “artwork” on her chest and neck was proof enough of how heated things had gotten.

They had kissed for a long time until someone—she wasn’t sure who—accidentally bumped the faucet. The cold water spraying down had finally dampened the heat in Wangyue’s head, snapping her back to reality.

She never thought she could lose her mind so completely over a woman.

Yun Chuxian might have been drunk, but Wangyue wasn’t.

She had hurriedly wrapped the actress in a towel and carried her to the bed. Seeing the faint pink flush at the corners of Yun Chuxian’s eyes made Wangyue’s heart flutter again, and she had to give herself a sharp slap to keep her head on straight.

Fighting back the restless, itchy sensation in her chest, she helped Yun Chuxian into dry clothes and wrapped her hair in a towel.

Then, Wangyue had bolted into the bathroom, letting the shower run over her head to suppress the fire in her heart.

While she was in the bathroom, Yun Chuxian had opened her eyes. The lingering desire hadn’t faded, but the drunken haze was completely gone. The earlier intoxication seemed like a mere illusion.

She had been drinking, but not nearly enough to be as drunk as she’d acted. She hadn’t expected Tang Wangyue to be able to pull herself back from the brink like that.

Still, she was satisfied.

Yun Chuxian looked down and smiled to herself. It seemed the “seduction” was working. If she wanted a bigger reaction, however, she couldn’t push too hard all at once.

Hearing Wangyue about to come out, she lay back down and closed her eyes, pretending to be fast asleep. She lay horizontally across the bed, her head resting right at the edge.

Wangyue walked to her side and looked down at her, letting out a heavy sigh. “You should never drink again.”

Who else gets drunk and starts biting and kissing other women?

“Wait… you aren’t faking it, are you?” Wangyue suddenly wondered. She reached out to poke Yun Chuxian’s cheek, but there was no reaction for a long time.

Then a thought hit her: Has she done this with others before?

Her heart suddenly felt like it was bubbling with sourness. Pfft, as if it matters.

Despite her thoughts, her movements remained gentle. She removed the towel from Yun Chuxian’s hair and brought over a small standing fan.

Early summer nights were still a bit chilly; if her hair stayed wet, she’d catch a cold. The sound of a silent hair dryer was still too loud for the quiet room, but the fan provided a gentle, warm breeze. It was quiet, if a bit slow.

Yun Chuxian felt gentle fingers threading through her hair. Her heart felt as soft and warm as the breeze from the fan. Perhaps Wangyue’s hands were too soothing, because her consciousness began to drift, and she eventually fell into a deep, genuine sleep.

When she opened her eyes again, the room was dim. She turned her head and saw light peeking through the gaps in the curtains. It looked like a beautiful day outside.

Yun Chuxian stood up and pulled the curtains back, gazing at the scenery for a moment before turning to inspect the room.

The decor was simple. A large bed, a row of cabinets at the foot, and an L-shaped wardrobe that acted as a room divider. Behind the wardrobe was a small walk-in closet that led to the bathroom.

Outside the bedroom was a study. Two walls were covered in bookshelves, and a desk was piled high with books that looked like they were in constant use.

Yun Chuxian didn’t pry; this was Wangyue’s private space.

When she walked out into the living area, Tang Wangyue was busy preparing breakfast. Seeing her, a flash of awkwardness crossed the writer’s face.

“You’re awake. Come eat.”

Bread, sausage, fried eggs, and milk—the extent of Wangyue’s culinary skills. When she was home alone, she usually relied on the oven, following what she jokingly called the “unorthodox cooking method.”

Yun Chuxian tugged at the collar of her short-sleeved top. “You changed me into this?”

It was a set of Doraemon summer pajamas. A bit… childish, she thought.

The memory of changing the woman’s clothes flashed through Wangyue’s mind, making her face flush. Her throat felt dry, making her voice a bit raspy. “Your clothes were dirty.”

Yun Chuxian gave a soft “mm” and sat down at the table. “About last night…”

As soon as she started, Wangyue blurted out, “Last night was my fault. I’ll take responsibility.”

They had stopped at the end, but the “prologue” had been extensive. It was hard to claim nothing had happened when the process was so… vivid.

Yun Chuxian’s gaze drifted to the paintings in the living room. They were abstract—likely Wangyue’s own work. She had good taste.

Hearing the word “responsibility,” Yun Chuxian leaned forward slightly and let out a low, soft laugh. “I didn’t think Screenwriter Tang would be so old-fashioned.”

She knew Wangyue had studied Theater and Film Literature. She had also seen Wangyue’s name in the credits for the new drama she had just accepted, The Eldest Princess.

Wangyue froze. She had only worked as a screenwriter briefly after graduation and hadn’t been on a set for a year and a half. None of her scripts had sold lately. How did Yun Chuxian know she was a screenwriter?

But the point was… Old-fashioned?

Was Yun Chuxian rejecting her? Meaning, everything that happened last night was just an “accident”?

She had suspected Yun Chuxian was using a “honey trap” to force her into that fake marriage agreement.

A test? Yun Chuxian’s lips curved into a smile. “But I wouldn’t mind having another pursuer like Screenwriter Tang.”

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