Why Does The "Fishing Queen" Always Flirt With Me? - Chapter 45

A steaming bowl of hand-pulled noodles sat on the table. It had been brought up by Yun Chuxian, and it didn’t look like takeout—it looked fresh.

Tang Wangyue arched an eyebrow in surprise. Did the guesthouse provide meals now? She rubbed her head, which was aching from sleep, and noticed something on Chuxian’s face. It looked like flour.

She took a closer look. It was flour. Could it be that this bowl of noodles had been made from scratch? Like making dumplings—kneading the dough, rolling the skin, mixing the filling—the whole process was a major undertaking. Hand-pulled noodles were the same; doing it step-by-step made them the most delicious, but few people would go to such trouble for a single bowl.

Wangyue lowered her head and picked up some noodles. The steam hit her face, and her eyes began to redden. Perhaps it was the vulnerability of being sick, or perhaps it was because Chuxian was usually such a high-status figure. Seeing someone of her stature “bend down” for her was incredibly moving.

As Wangyue ate in large gulps, Chuxian smiled helplessly. “Slow down, it’s hot.”

“It’s delicious.”

Chuxian’s gaze softened. She reached up to remove the hair tie from her ponytail, stood behind Wangyue, and gently tied the girl’s hair back for her. The touch of those cool, soft fingertips sent a shiver down the back of Wangyue’s neck. She was overly sensitive to Chuxian’s touch.

Chuxian saw her reaction and smiled silently, her fingertips lingering for a moment before pulling away. A sense of emptiness rose in Wangyue’s heart; she wanted Chuxian’s hands to stay on her. She wanted to do something impulsive, but she didn’t dare. Their relationship had only just recovered; she had nearly thought they were finished, so how could she risk any bold moves now? If Chuxian got angry, she might tell her to get out again.

“Thank you, Sister,” Wangyue whispered obediently, her bright eyes fixed on Chuxian’s profile, her greedy gaze far too obvious.

Chuxian shifted her eyes away. At this moment, the “little liar” was a bit too tempting. Wangyue had taken a shower while Chuxian was out; although she was in long-sleeved silk pajamas, the buttons were low enough to reveal her elegant collarbones.

“Feeling better?” Chuxian asked, forcing her gaze away from those collarbones. If she looked any longer, she might not be able to stop herself from reaching out.

Noticing Chuxian’s stare, Wangyue looked away awkwardly, but she didn’t pull her collar up. If Sister wants to look, then look. If Sister wanted to reach out, she wouldn’t refuse. She even wondered: if Chuxian actually touched her, would she play hard to get, refuse sternly, or simply submit? She was certainly leaning toward submission—letting Sister do whatever she wanted.

Of course, Chuxian wasn’t so demonic as to do something to a sick person—or rather, to make a sick person do something to her. If it was going to happen, it would be when Wangyue was well.

Perhaps it was the month-long separation, or the fact that they were nearing the end of the shoot, but Chuxian was beginning to feel a hunger. Regarding Wangyue, she had always harbored a craving—a desire for Wangyue to be obsessed with her, whether with her soul or her body.

Chuxian took out a thermometer and handed it to Wangyue. “Put it in.”

“I’m much better.”

“Measure it.”

Wangyue helplessly put the thermometer under her arm and took it out five minutes later. 37.5°C—a low fever.

Chuxian relaxed. As long as it didn’t spike at this hour, she should be fine through the night and clear by morning. “Rest for one more day tomorrow.”

Just after a fever breaks, the body needs time to recover. In a crew environment, Wangyue would likely be anxious to get back to work. But what if she spiked again tonight? Being alone in the room could be dangerous. Thinking about how Wangyue had suffered through the previous night alone made Chuxian worry. She couldn’t stop thinking about it—if she did, she wouldn’t be able to leave.

Chuxian let out a small cough to get Wangyue’s attention. “I’m heading back now.” Before Wangyue could speak, Chuxian was already at the door, opening it.

“Sis—”

Wangyue didn’t even finish calling out before Chuxian had left. It felt like she was fleeing. What is she running from? Do I have something on my face? Wangyue checked her reflection in her phone, but there was nothing. Still, she was deeply disappointed. She had hoped Chuxian would stay longer, even for just a moment.

Because she had slept so much during the day, Wangyue wasn’t tired. Feeling energetic, she sat at the table near the balcony. She used Mo Lai’s health kettle to boil water and set out a travel tea set. Soon, a cup of light tea was ready.

As she sipped the tea and stared at the streetlights, her vision began to blur. Suddenly, she heard the door open. She whipped her head around to see Yun Chuxian standing there, her hair dripping with water.

Am I hallucinating? Wangyue blinked hard. Even a hallucination wouldn’t involve a sound that clear.

“Think I’m an illusion?” Chuxian closed the door and sat across from her, asking in a low tone.

Oh, not an illusion. Wangyue laughed awkwardly. “I was just staring at the streetlights until my eyes went blurry.”

“Silly girl.” Chuxian chuckled. “Not going to welcome me?”

“Of course I am. You’re very welcome.”

“Then what if I stay with you tonight?”

“Okay!” Wangyue nodded frantically. “Wait, what?”

Chuxian pointed to her messy bed. “Tidy up. Bai Yu will bring my blanket over in a minute. I’m going to dry my hair.”

That answered her question. She was really staying. Is she worried about me? Wangyue’s heart pounded even harder. Her mind was filled with images of that night when Chuxian was tipsy. She patted her burning cheeks. What am I thinking?!

The sound of the hairdryer came from the bathroom. Wangyue tried to clear her head, but the noise only made her more restless. Once the hair was dry, they would be sleeping together. She picked up her tea but had no heart to drink it.

A moment later, there was a knock. She opened the door to find Bai Yu, who wordlessly thrust a blanket into her arms and left without a single question. A true professional.

Wangyue arranged the blankets on the bed. Two separate blankets felt wrong… what if they just used one? Stop it! She slapped her own forehead.

Wangyue opened the fridge for some ice water, but Chuxian, emerging from the bathroom, caught her. “No cold water.”

Wangyue put the bottle back. Sister says no cold water.

“I’m going to brush my teeth,” Wangyue said. She needed to wash her face to wake up. As she looked in the mirror and prepared to speak to herself, she saw Chuxian’s reflection behind her.

“Taken your medicine?” Chuxian asked.

“Yes.”

Chuxian turned and left. Wangyue followed her out like an obedient shadow. Chuxian was already in bed, holding a script. She was incredibly dedicated; even though she knew the lines by heart, she still reviewed the next day’s scenes every night.

Wangyue stood by the bed for a moment, hesitating. Seeing that Chuxian hadn’t even looked up, she finally slid under her own covers. She lay down and didn’t even take out her phone, pretending she was ready to sleep.

Chuxian glanced at her. “Sleepy?”

No. Actually, from this angle, she could see Chuxian’s face perfectly. It was a face so beautiful she couldn’t look away. “No,” she replied. She kept her eyes fixed on Chuxian, unblinking and obedient—looking very much like someone who wanted to be teased.

Chuxian put down the script and covered Wangyue’s eyes with her hand. Wangyue instinctively closed her eyes. Before Chuxian’s hand reached her, she was hit by that intoxicating fragrance. She felt Chuxian’s hand brush against her forehead before moving away.

Chuxian could feel the smoothness of Wangyue’s skin. The moment of contact sent a spark through her, and she withdrew her hand as if it had been burned.

Wangyue, emboldened by some unknown courage, suddenly grabbed Chuxian’s hand and placed it back against her own face.

“Is it still hot, Sister?”

Both of their heartbeats accelerated in unison. Chuxian couldn’t help but cover Wangyue’s eyes again. “Not hot anymore.” It was her own body that was heating up, not Wangyue’s fever.

The moment she decided to stay, she had prepared herself to be restrained. But preparation and control were two different things. Chuxian reached out and clicked off the light. In the darkness, both of them breathed a sigh of relief. Without the light, their actions could be bolder.

Chuxian leaned over and embraced Wangyue through the blankets. They could still feel each other’s warmth and fragrance. Chuxian’s hair fell across Wangyue’s ear, the soft strands making it itch and flush. Wangyue’s nose was right against Chuxian’s neck. If she just moved her lips…

Her breathing grew heavy. The warm air hitting Chuxian’s neck made the actress lose her strength for a moment. Even though the light was off, faint light from the street filtered through the curtains, revealing their silhouettes.

Wangyue sensed that if she turned over now, she would be met with a response, not a rejection. Chuxian, for her part, was certain the kid was reaching her limit—Wangyue was clutching Chuxian’s clothes so tightly her knuckles were probably white.

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