Why Does The "Fishing Queen" Always Flirt With Me? - Chapter 40

As long as Yun Chuxian didn’t say “I like you” or “let’s take this further,” Tang Wangyue believed they were merely in a state of ambiguity. In a relationship where the other party doesn’t speak plainly, Wangyue felt she had to maintain a proper distance, allowing the “senior” partner to control the scale of their intimacy.

Because of the gap in their status, the “subordinate” could only protect themselves through passivity while waiting for the “superior” to show favor.

The suggestive look Mo Lai gave upon leaving brought a smile to Chuxian’s face. “She knows?”

Wangyue arched an eyebrow. “Was it an accident that Sister ran into Mo Lai, or intentional?”

“You guess.”

“In that case, Sister wanted her to know?”

“Mm-hm.” Chuxian didn’t deny it. The fact that she rang the bell knowing Mo Lai was inside meant she wanted Mo Lai to suspect their relationship. Beyond that, Wangyue couldn’t think of any other reason.

However, she quickly changed the subject. “Why did Sister come over?”

“To see you, of course.” Chuxian closed the distance step by step, forcing Wangyue back until she sat on the sofa. Chuxian gazed down at her. “Does Yue not miss me?”

“It’s not that.” Wangyue could only say what it wasn’t. She couldn’t bring herself to say she missed her—the current lack of a formal title made such words feel out of reach.

Chuxian didn’t push her. She pivoted immediately. “Does Yue know the families have already picked a date for us?”

“A date?” Wangyue’s eyes widened. “What date? A wedding date?”

In the reflection of Wangyue’s pupils, Chuxian saw her own silhouette, a flash of mirth in her eyes. “The shoot is expected to wrap before New Year’s. The date for the families to meet is set for New Year’s Day. We’ll spend the countdown together.”

Wangyue was stunned. “The families are spending New Year’s together?!” Their relationship had already progressed to the point of spending major holidays together? Even if it was just the solar New Year, that required a level of intimacy they hadn’t officially reached.

“Unwilling?”

Wangyue shook her head.

“Then you are willing.”

“I am, but… it feels like something is off.” The families seemed to have skipped several steps and were already getting along famously as in-laws.

Chuxian laughed softly. “What’s off?”

“I… I don’t know.” Wangyue knew, but she couldn’t say it. Their relationship was long on intimacy but short on status. For the families to act this way was a bit much. She had told Ms. Tang repeatedly that they were nothing official, but Ms. Tang had simply countered: Even if you two don’t work out, I get along with Yun Lu. We’re going to be friends regardless.

“Sister won’t stop them?” Wangyue wanted to know Chuxian’s thoughts.

Chuxian looked her directly in the eye. “Why should I stop them?”

“They think we’re getting married.”

“Is getting married to me so bad?”

The answer left Wangyue dazed. “Huh?” Marriage… it wasn’t impossible. She couldn’t stop the corners of her mouth from turning up.

Chuxian seemed to see an imaginary tail wagging behind Wangyue, and her smile deepened. “That’s right. Marry me.”

Such a seductive proposition was almost impossible to refuse. “Sister must be joking,” Wangyue whispered, her mind accepting while her mouth continued to test the waters.

Chuxian patted her head. “A drink?”

“I don’t have any alcohol.” Wangyue’s fridge was full of milk, water, and soda. She didn’t like the taste of alcohol much.

“To my room, then.”

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The invitation was loaded with subtext. Two people in an ambiguous relationship drinking together in a hotel room—it was a recipe for trouble. But Wangyue wouldn’t say no to Chuxian. To her, Chuxian’s happiness was paramount.

She followed Chuxian next door. On the coffee table was a bottle of whiskey nestled in ice and two empty glasses. It was clear Chuxian had planned this. Does she know me that well? Or am I just that easy to read? Wangyue wondered.

Wangyue watched as Chuxian pulled off her knit cardigan, revealing a silk camisole. As the weather cooled, the actress needed the layer, but now she exposed her smooth, pale back. Wangyue quickly looked away and poured the whiskey—filling only a third of the glasses.

Chuxian watched her move with a cautious, unpracticed grace. She smiled. In public, Chuxian was the queen of moderation, but in private, she drank every night. Alcohol was the only thing that could quiet her mind enough for sleep.

Chuxian picked up a glass and swirled it, watching Wangyue sniff the drink and wrinkle her nose. Wangyue took a tiny sip of the aged oak-barrel whiskey.

“Oh?” The taste was better than she expected—floral, fruity, and elegant.

“This one is good for beginners,” Chuxian noted, seeing her reaction.

Wangyue arched an eyebrow. “Sister knew I would come?”

“I thought you wouldn’t refuse my invitation.” Chuxian turned on the projector and dimmed the lights. “Watch a movie with me.”

It was a foreign film. It started with a girl meeting a handsome woman; their eyes met across a distance, sparking the protagonist’s feelings. The protagonist then found ways to appear before the woman, seducing her step by step into intimacy. Being a foreign film, the two were soon locked in a kiss.

But the kiss wasn’t enough. The scene shifted from a public space to a hotel room, and suddenly, things became very “adult.”

Wangyue retracted her “innocent” evaluation of the film. The previous kiss had already left her thirsty, and now the transition into the bedroom scene made her blood boil. She nervously drained her glass. It wasn’t enough. She was still parched.

She poured herself another. The chilled liquid helped her throat, but her body only grew hotter.

Chuxian took the glass from her hand and pinched her burning cheek. “Why such a rush?”

Her voice was soft and cool, drawing Wangyue’s gaze. Chuxian looked perfectly calm, seemingly unaffected by the movie. On screen, the intimacy lasted nearly ten minutes. Even with the volume low, the sounds were clear in the quiet room.

“It’s a bit hot,” Wangyue whispered. Her voice came out soft and sweet—a “vulnerable” sound that invited trouble.

“What is Yue thinking about that makes her so hot?” Chuxian teased.

Under the flickering light of the projector, Wangyue’s eyes were clear and bright. Chuxian didn’t feel a sense of guilt; rather, she wanted to see those eyes clouded with a frantic desire for her. She reached out and idly toyed with Wangyue’s ear.

“Why aren’t you talking?”

“It’s just… hot.”

Chuxian smiled and pressed her cheek against Wangyue’s. “How about now? Still hot?”

“It’s a bit cool.” But Wangyue’s heart was racing faster than ever. Chuxian’s skin was always cool to the touch, like a portable air conditioner.

“And like this?” Chuxian pulled her fully into an embrace. The exchange of heat and cold felt blissful to both.

Wangyue swallowed hard. They held each other as the movie’s score reached a crescendo, their hearts beating in a frantic rhythm. Perhaps finding the position uncomfortable, Chuxian climbed onto Wangyue’s lap, looking down at her from a position of dominance.

Wangyue was surrounded by Chuxian’s scent. Under the strobing lights of the film, every curve of the woman above her was a masterpiece. She instinctively wrapped her arms around Chuxian’s waist, burying her face against her to seek out the source of that fragrance.

Chuxian’s beauty was untouchable, yet here Wangyue was, unable to care about the consequences. She wanted to kiss her.

Before she could move, Chuxian leaned down and initiated the kiss. Between breaths, Chuxian whispered:

“Yue… you have too much restraint… that’s not what a good puppy does.”

Puppy? Me?

Wangyue didn’t mind the term. In their world, what was shameful about being “Sister’s puppy”? If it was Yun Chuxian, she would gladly wear the collar and bark on command.

Stung by the remark about her restraint, Wangyue let go. All that was left was abandon. If Wangyue had looked up, she would have seen that Chuxian’s eyes were just as clouded with desire as her own.

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