After Filming a WLW Movie With My Straight Girl Crush 42p1

Chapter 42 p1

Qin Cong’an had been holding the script just now, but in reality, she hadn’t read a single word. She glanced at Xu Ling’s empty hands. “Then why didn’t you bring it?”

Xu Ling had thought of it on the spot, so of course, she hadn’t brought anything. She rubbed her nose and said, “Can’t I look at yours?”

“Look at my what?”

“Huh?” Xu Ling looked up and met her deep, inscrutable eyes, almost choking on her own saliva. She quickly averted her gaze. “Look at your script.”

Qin Cong’an tossed the script onto her. “Look at it yourself. See if there’s anything we need to go over.”

Xu Ling flipped it open. It was written very clearly: entrance, opening remarks, introduction of the main creators. There was nothing to go over. At most, there were some questions later on, but they could just answer their own.

“Haven’t you finished looking?” Qin Cong’an asked, her eyes slanting at her.

“I want to drink some water.” Xu Ling felt like she was about to be kicked out. She quickly put down the script, looking for something to do to linger a little longer. She stood up and went to the table to get a bottle of mineral water.

There was a mirror in front of the table. Xu Ling could see Qin Cong’an through the mirror. She picked up the script she had placed on the coffee table, and then… held it under her nose to smell it.

Xu Ling immediately turned around in astonishment and looked at Qin Cong’an. She noticed her looking over, and also looked up, her eyes revealing a hint of aggression.

“What are you doing?”

“Confirming the perfume scent,” Qin Cong’an replied calmly. “I can’t just lean over and smell you, can I? Is there a problem?”

“…” Xu Ling leaned against the table, half-sitting, to keep from falling to the floor. She lowered her head and focused on twisting the bottle cap. Come on, you stupid hand, twist it. But she didn’t know if it was because her palm was sweaty or her hand was weak, but she couldn’t open it.

Qin Cong’an held out her hand. “Let me.”

“No need.” Xu Ling stubbornly refused. She had never been unable to open a bottle cap before. It was just that she was too nervous. She just needed to calm down. Calm, calm. She finally twisted it open and took a big gulp.

Qin Cong’an had already put down the script and was watching her with her legs crossed. “So thirsty?”

“Mhm… it’s dry in the winter.” Xu Ling picked up another new bottle from the table, twisted it open, and handed it to her. “You should drink some too.”

Qin Cong’an took it and smiled at her. “Thank you. You’re so thoughtful.”

Xu Ling didn’t dare to make a sound. Her smile sent a chill down her back.

“Sit,” Qin Cong’an said, patting the seat next to her. After watching Xu Ling sit down, she tilted her head back and poured the water into her mouth. But she accidentally spilled some, and it flowed down her chin, her neck, and onto her collar. “Oops.”

“…” Xu Ling pulled out a few tissues and handed them to her, or rather, threw them over, as if afraid of getting too close to her.

As Qin Cong’an wiped the water, she explained, “I have lipstick on. I don’t want to drink from the bottle, so it’s easy to spill.”

“Mhm.”

“Why aren’t you wearing lipstick?” Qin Cong’an asked, staring at Xu Ling’s lips. “You keep licking them. It’s dry in the winter. You’ll get cheilitis.”

Xu Ling tucked both her lips in. She stopped licking them and bit down hard. What was Qin Cong’an doing? Why was she talking so much!

Didn’t she just have a very cold expression and say “it’s okay”? Now she was like a different person.

Don’t look at me. Xu Ling picked up the script again and flipped through it. The pages rustled under her trembling fingers.

Qin Cong’an didn’t say anything more, nor did she look at Xu Ling. She leaned back on the sofa and looked at a small black dot moving above.

On the white wall, a flying insect was jumping quickly.

Qin Cong’an’s mind was also a blank slate. But Xu Ling had barged in again. What did she want? She had run far away and even deleted their contact information, but now she was back. Was she really just here to go over the schedule?

Or was she hinting at the nights they had spent going over the script in the crew?

“Um…” Xu Ling finally found an opening. “It says here that the host will cue us to interact like Jian Yu and Wen Xi. What do you think we should do?”

So it really was about the schedule. Qin Cong’an let out a breath and said, “Jian Yu talks a lot. You can just pick a topic, and I’ll follow you.”

Xu Ling looked around, held up her mineral water bottle, and immediately got into character, saying with a surprised expression, “Sister, try this. It’s so good.”

Qin Cong’an took it and took a sip. “It’s average.”

“…” Xu Ling’s rhythm was immediately disrupted. Why did she actually drink her water? And, didn’t she say she didn’t want to drink from the bottle because of her lipstick? Why was she drinking from the bottle now?

Qin Cong’an glanced at her. “What? I’m Wen Xi now.”

“Oh.” So that was it. Xu Ling put away her inner panic and continued to get into character, saying with a hint of disdain, “How is it average? It’s obviously very good. What kind of taste do you have? I’m going to buy another bottle to take back, hehe.”

“Whatever you want.”

“Tsk, don’t let me catch you secretly drinking my drink in the middle of the night.”

“You’re overthinking it… is one bottle enough? You might as well carry this whole case back.”

“Really? That’s so nice of you.”

“Anyway, you’re the one carrying it.”

“…”

Xu Ling suddenly wanted to cry. It had been several months since the wrap, from the height of summer to the cold of winter, but everything was still so familiar.

“Sister…”

Qin Cong’an looked at her. “Hmm?”

“Can I kiss you?” Xu Ling asked, her head lowered, looking at the script.

For a moment, Qin Cong’an couldn’t tell if she was Jian Yu or Xu Ling. She was quiet for a moment, then said in a low voice, “Have you no shame?”

Xu Ling also couldn’t tell if she was Wen Xi or Qin Cong’an, but her head was lowered, and her nose started to sting.

Closing the script, Xu Ling raised a relaxed smile. “Then let’s do that? Do you think we should keep the last two lines? Maybe they’re not appropriate?”

Qin Cong’an: “Cut them.”

“Oh, okay. Then, Teacher Qin, I’ll, uh, be leaving now.” Xu Ling said, about to stand up.

Qin Cong’an looked at her reddened ears, as conspicuous as that little flying insect. What did Xu Ling want? She left, then came back, then left again. Was it fun to play with her?

Qin Cong’an grabbed Xu Ling’s hand, making the person who had just stood up fall back down. Her other hand was on the other side of her waist, trapping her.

Xu Ling held her breath. It had been a long, long time since they had been this close.

Qin Cong’an still leaned in and smelled her perfume. It was a scent she liked. Why was she still using it? Was it on purpose? Was it really not on purpose? Qin Cong’an admitted she was hooked. She was very angry, but as long as Xu Ling was willing to give her a signal, even if she didn’t say a word of apology, she didn’t care.

Wait, backstage, sofa, Qin Cong’an and her. Xu Ling suddenly remembered the wet dream she had had on the night of Starry Night. Weren’t all the elements here? Wait, wait!

Why wasn’t Qin Cong’an talking?

Xu Ling didn’t dare to look at her, but she couldn’t help but look. She was just staring at her. What did that mean?

Could this also be a dream? Then…

No, this wasn’t a dream. Xu Ling had had a dream once and knew the difference between a dream and reality. In the dream, she didn’t have her scent, and the force she was applying to her waist was so real.

Qin Cong’an leaned in, wanting to share her lip balm with her trembling lips. Her movements were very slow, a little bit of a test… Xu Ling turned her face away before she suffocated.

Xu Ling pushed Qin Cong’an away, stood up, and was about to go out the door.

“Xu Ling,” Qin Cong’an called her name, her tone terrifyingly cold. “Don’t bother me again.”

She had run away again. The sound of the door closing was so loud it made Qin Cong’an’s eardrums ring.

On the coffee table was the water Xu Ling had drunk. Qin Cong’an looked at the water bottle, and the more she thought, the more annoyed she became.

Xu Ling’s wrist still hurt a little when she officially went on stage. Qin Cong’an had lost a lot of weight, but her strength seemed to have gotten greater. Or rather… was she angry?

They couldn’t go on like this. They shouldn’t have gotten close again in the first place. Xu Ling knew she was too muddle-headed. They should have drawn a clear line, a clean break. What was this ambiguous state?

Qin Cong’an was right. She shouldn’t bother her anymore. She should even think twice before appearing in her line of sight.