After Filming a WLW Movie With My Straight Girl Crush 9

Chapter 9

This scene was filmed from afternoon until evening.

After wrapping up, the two got into their respective cars and returned to the hotel.

Xu Ling’s hair had been through a lot today. She wanted to do a hair mask, but Jian Yu’s hair couldn’t be that smooth. To maintain Jian Yu’s simple look, she had to leave it as it was.

Xu Ling remembered when Qin Cong’an was drying her hair. She was so close, practically pressed against her from behind. She could occasionally feel her soft spots, and her fingers had brushed against the back of her neck several times…

Her face started to burn again.

If she had really agreed to shower with Qin Cong’an, would she have helped her dry her hair and blow-dry it afterward?

Just the thought of it made Xu Ling feel like she was going to explode.

Her phone vibrated twice.

Xu Ling picked it up and saw a friend request from an account with an orange emoji as its name: [Come to my room]

Huh?

Who is this?

The profile picture was blank, giving no information. The only clues were the name and those four words.

Who would ask her to their room? As Xu Ling pondered, she seemed to smell the scent of Qin Cong’an’s hair.

She seemed to really like citrus scents. Her shampoo was citrus-mint, and her toothpaste was grapefruit.

Xu Ling swallowed. It has to be her. She accepted the friend request and immediately went to knock on Qin Cong’an’s door.

The door opened quickly. The person inside stepped aside, letting her in naturally.

“How did you get my WeChat?” It wasn’t an add from a group chat, but a search by account ID.

“Was it hard to find?”

It really was her.

It wasn’t hard to find. Anyone close to her on set would know, or she could have just asked her manager.

But the question was… “Why did you add me?”

“For easier contact.” From Qin Cong’an’s tone, this “contact” seemed perfectly ordinary. She sat on the sofa and poured her a glass of red wine.

They didn’t need to add each other on WeChat. They wouldn’t need to contact each other after leaving the set, and while on set, they could just knock on each other’s doors.

Xu Ling asked again, “Then why didn’t you just ask me directly?”

“Why do you have so many questions?” Qin Cong’an frowned.

“Okay…” Xu Ling sat down meekly. “What did you call me here for? To drink?”

“Mhm.” Qin Cong’an handed her the wine glass. “How much did you really drink last night?”

“Just two or three glasses.”

Seeing the disbelief in her eyes, Xu Ling continued, “Okay, four or five… well, maybe eight or nine. But definitely no more than ten. I suspect those beautiful women who hit on me were shills, just trying to get me to drink more.”

Qin Cong’an looked at her. “Why didn’t they hit on anyone else, just you?”

“…That’s victim-blaming.”

“What victim? Weren’t you happy to be hit on by beautiful women?”

“I wasn’t.” It wasn’t that she was unhappy, just very awkward, especially with everyone watching her with such meaningful expressions.

“Oh.” Qin Cong’an changed the subject. “Are you using the medicine I gave you?”

“I am. It’s faded a lot.”

Qin Cong’an nodded, showing no intention of speaking further, and sipped her red wine in small mouthfuls.

Xu Ling looked at her quiet, cold demeanor and felt an inexplicable, irresistible temptation. She downed the red wine in her glass in one gulp and leaned in.

“Next week, we have to film more intimate scenes,” Xu Ling said, her breath carrying the rich aroma of grapes.

Qin Cong’an looked into her eyes. “So?”

“Do you think we’re familiar enough?” Xu Ling’s hand rested on her waist as she asked softly.

“I know you have a mole on your inner thigh. Does that count as being familiar enough?”

Xu Ling felt her whole body tense up. Every time she said something like that with such a cold expression and tone, she couldn’t take it.

She lifted the hem of her shirt, wanting to bury her head and kiss her soft spots, but her face was pushed away.

Qin Cong’an said, “Period.”

Xu Ling froze, then took the wine glass from her hand. “Then why are you still drinking?”

“Just a little.”

“That’s not okay either,” Xu Ling said, then lowered her head to kiss her abdomen. She looked up at her. “Does it hurt?”

Qin Cong’an shook her head.

“That’s amazing. Every time I get mine, I’m in so much pain I feel like I’m dying.”

As Xu Ling spoke, she pressed her hot face against her stomach. “But your stomach is so cold.”

Qin Cong’an’s fingers threaded through her dry hair.

Xu Ling could feel how unsmooth it was and said helplessly, “I need to take good care of my hair after this shoot.”

She heard Qin Cong’an let out a soft laugh.

“What’s wrong?” She looked up at her again. She liked this position. She was taller than her and usually looked down at her, but she actually preferred this angle. She liked being looked at by her with a gaze that seemed to see her as nothing at all.

“Nothing.” Qin Cong’an stroked her head. “I just think you’re very cute.”

Xu Ling’s expression froze instantly. What did she just say??

She thinks I’m cute? She felt her ears burn and lowered her head, pressing it against her stomach again.

She was quiet for a long while before saying, “Then it seems our intimate scenes will go very smoothly.”

After she said that, Xu Ling heard her laugh again, but it was different from before.

Qin Cong’an’s fingers slid out. Because Xu Ling’s hair was dry, there was some resistance, and it pulled at her strands, making her scalp hurt a little.

Xu Ling let out a soft “hiss.”

“You really only think about this scene all day,” Qin Cong’an said, then lay back, no longer looking at her.

Xu Ling rubbed the spot where her hair had been pulled, not noticing the hint of disappointment in her tone. If she had, she would have known that Qin Cong’an had pulled her hair a little on purpose.

“Go sleep on the bed,” Xu Ling said.

“Mhm.” Qin Cong’an got up and went to the bedroom. After a few steps, she turned back to look at Xu Ling, who was following her. “Aren’t you going back to your room?”

“I’m sleeping with you.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean, why? Your stomach is cold. I’ll help you warm it up,” Xu Ling muttered under her breath. “Seems like you have a lot of questions too.”

Xu Ling felt that even if she said it didn’t hurt, she was probably still a little uncomfortable. Otherwise, why would she have asked her to come to her room?

Qin Cong’an gave her a deep look, then continued walking back to the bedroom, saying with an ambiguous tone, “You’re really thoughtful.”

Xu Ling stayed pressed tightly against her all night.

In the morning, Qin Cong’an’s whole body was warm.

Xu Ling was like a fireball.

***

Xie Jing’s new drama started airing. On the first day, it sparked a heated discussion, constantly trending on social media. Many of the trending topics were about the CP between him and the female lead.

Viewers felt that the pair was sweet both on and off screen and were shipping them like crazy.

As Xu Ling walked past Qin Cong’an, she saw her looking at these topics.

Her expression was as placid as ever, with even less reaction than when Xu Ling watched videos of kittens drinking water.

Xu Ling thought to herself, So this is what it’s like for a real couple to not be afraid of on-screen CPs?

She must trust Xie Jing a lot, knowing that he would never change his heart just because he worked with someone else.

Then, Xu Ling thought mockingly, But she slept with me on set.

And it was amazing.

Xu Ling checked the time, calculating what time they would finish work tonight. She wanted to have a deep and thorough discussion with her.

It was perfect timing. Starting tomorrow, they would be filming very ambiguous scenes. They needed to get more into character.

Before wrapping up, Liang He stopped the two of them. “You know what we’re filming tomorrow, right?”

“Yes,” Xu Ling said.

“Tomorrow’s scene is quite important. It’s a major turning point in Jian Yu and Wen Xi’s relationship. The emotions are crucial. Review the script before you sleep, and try to understand your respective mindsets. We’ll discuss it before we shoot tomorrow.”

“Okay,” Xu Ling agreed.

Liang He looked at her and smiled. “So proactive. What’s going on? Are you looking forward to it?”

“…” Xu Ling quickly glanced at Qin Cong’an, who was also looking at her. She explained, “I’m always proactive about work!”

Liang He continued to smile. “I know, just kidding. Alright, you can go back now.”

Xu Ling got in the car and returned to the hotel.

She was just thinking of taking a shower and then going to find Qin Cong’an, but her own door was knocked on first.

Xu Ling opened the door and saw Qin Cong’an holding a script. “I’m here to run lines.”

Oh, running lines. She was very familiar with that.

“I’ll take a shower first,” Xu Ling said, closing herself in the bathroom. Although she wanted to get intimate with her, she didn’t want to shower with her just yet.

But in fact, Jian Yu and Wen Xi had a bathing scene later on.

Not together. Wen Xi had pulled a muscle, and Jian Yu had bought a medicinal bath soak to promote blood circulation, and had also carried back a rather simple plastic bathtub.

Jian Yu was helping Wen Xi bathe—oh, no, helping her heal.

Xu Ling wondered if Qin Cong’an wanted to shower with her because she wanted to rehearse this scene in advance.

After her shower, although her hair felt uncomfortably tangled, Xu Ling didn’t use conditioner. She just sprayed on some perfume—a blend of orange and green tea, a scent she was sure Qin Cong’an would like.

With everything ready, Xu Ling wrapped herself in a bathrobe and went out.

Qin Cong’an was sitting on the sofa, wearing glasses, and seriously reading the script. Noticing her come out, she looked up at her.

Seeing her in glasses, Xu Ling’s heart beat even faster.

With her glasses on, she looked much gentler, but her eyes, behind the layer of cold lenses, seemed even more indifferent.

Xu Ling liked this feeling. The first time Qin Cong’an had looked at her, it was a similar gaze, one that had made her knees go weak.

“Did you put on perfume?” Qin Cong’an asked.

Xu Ling swallowed. “Mhm, is it not good?”

“It’s good.” Qin Cong’an raised her hand and shook the script. “But do you need perfume to run lines?”

“…” Xu Ling leaned in and sat next to her. “I just wanted to. Can’t I?”

“You can.” Qin Cong’an lowered her head and continued to read the script. “Jian Yu’s birthday. Is she more happy or more sad?”

Xu Ling was speechless. Why were they actually discussing this? And her attitude was so serious, it made her feel like she had to seriously discuss the character with her too.

“A bit of both, I guess.”

Qin Cong’an glanced at her. “Of course I know it’s both. I’m asking you, which one is more?”

“That’s hard to say.”

“Can you be a little more serious?” Qin Cong’an frowned at her.

Xu Ling suddenly felt like she was back in school, being quizzed by a teacher on her understanding of a literature text. It was a nightmare.

She looked at her eyes behind the lenses. Okay, but if the teacher was Qin Cong’an, it wouldn’t be so bad.