A Cannon Fodder A Has No Intention of Moving Up - Chapter 11

An Muxue’s soft hair nearly brushed against her nose, and Lin Yue’s face burned even hotter.

Even with her messy black hair splayed out against the pillow, An Muxue remained objectively beautiful and smelled incredible. But Lin Yue didn’t do anything else; she simply continued to gently massage the back of An Muxue’s neck, stroke by stroke.

The floral scent cooperated perfectly, surging out in waves as she rubbed the area.

Please get better soon, Lin Yue prayed in her heart.

Even if the original plot had cast her as a source of misfortune, Lin Yue didn’t hate An Muxue. She sincerely hoped the star could recover quickly, meet her destined Alpha, and achieve the happy ending described in the book. And of course, Lin Yue hoped she could escape her own tragic fate as well…

As she massaged the sleeping woman’s neck, An Muxue’s face grew redder and redder.

The next morning, An Muxue slowly opened her eyes and sat up abruptly.

She was sleeping on the right side of the bed, clutching a pillow. This was the side meant for Lin Yue—how had she crowded over here? An Muxue’s ears turned crimson instantly.

Fortunately, she was the only one in the room. Checking her phone, she saw a message from Lin Yue saying she had headed back early.

An Muxue let out a long breath of relief. It must have happened after Lin Yue left… that’s when I crossed over the middle pillow! Otherwise, it would be too humiliating. She was the one who set the rules about not crossing over, yet she was the one who squeezed over?

With a flushed face, An Muxue lay back down for a moment. The spot where she had slept still carried a faint scent of sandalwood. It was subtle but pleasant, making her body relax and her mood brighten, as if all her joints had finally loosened.

The only downside…

When An Muxue went to wash up, she checked and found that she was damp again. Even though she had prepared by wearing a liner before bed, it was nearly soaked through.

An Muxue bit her lip, her face turning red once more. It’s all because of this loathsome Omega body. This was a purely physiological response; it had nothing to do with her own will.

Following that, Lin Yue visited her every weekend, often staying the night. In An Muxue’s eyes, Lin Yue was always well-behaved during these stays, maintaining a low profile. Sleeping together for one night meant they didn’t have to kiss—it seemed like an easier solution.

What she didn’t know was that every night, she was the one who bypassed the pillow defense line to hug Lin Yue’s arm and nestle against her shoulder. On several occasions, a beet-red Lin Yue had to carefully move An Muxue’s stray leg or hand off of her. At night, the two were far more intimate than she imagined.

Lin Yue had actually suggested softly that they should just kiss instead. It would take less time and she wouldn’t have to stay over, but An Muxue only thought Lin Yue was making excuses to kiss her—what a scheming little Alpha. She refused.

Lin Yue had no choice but to comply.

A month passed, and An Muxue finished the portion of her drama filmed at the historical center. The crew moved to a remote mountainous area for location shooting. It became much harder for Lin Yue to visit on weekends.

When Ming Yulan heard about this, she specifically called Lin Yue, begging her to make time. Fearing Lin Yue would find it a hassle, she even bought her plane tickets in advance. Given the rare chance to fly, Lin Yue didn’t complain.

Because she started early in the morning, the crew was still filming when she arrived at the set. From a distance, Lin Yue saw several actors suspended on wires, filming an aerial combat scene. Three assassins in black were besieging a swordswoman in white.

Lin Yue noticed immediately that the swordswoman’s movements were exceptionally graceful. She looked closer. It was An Muxue.

Dressed in a complex, pure-white ancient costume, she was suspended on wires, sword in hand, performing two mid-air flips. Lin Yue watched, mesmerized.

“Good! That’s great. Prepare for the water entry!” someone shouted.

Only then did Lin Yue notice a lake beneath the filming area. The mountain air was cold, and the water was bound to be freezing. Before Lin Yue could process the fact that An Muxue was about to jump, the wires went slack.

An Muxue began her descent. Even while falling, she maintained control over her posture and movements to ensure the camera captured a perfect trajectory. It was as beautiful as watching a fallen angel.

When the splash echoed, Lin Yue’s heart skipped a beat.

By the time Lin Yue actually reached the center of the set, An Muxue was wrapped in a blanket, leaning next to the monitor and checking the footage with the director. Her face was slightly pale and her hair was wet, but she showed no pain or impatience—only complete dedication to her work. Her profile in that serious moment was not just beautiful, but strikingly powerful.

Lin Yue suddenly recalled a detail from the original text. After entering the entertainment industry, An Muxue achieved phenomenal success and started her own company. But her fame was always accompanied by negative voices. Many said she relied on her family background, while others maliciously speculated she rose through her beauty or special treatment as an Omega.

But her acting and standard martial arts movements… anyone with eyes could see the truth. Precisely because she was so beautiful and an Omega, she worked harder than anyone else to ensure audiences saw her talent rather than just her face.

Sensing something, An Muxue suddenly looked up and saw Lin Yue staring at her. The professional superstar froze for a second before turning back into a slightly awkward young lady. She pulled her blanket tighter and smoothed her wet hair.

As Assistant Lu rushed to get towels, Lin Yue instinctively followed and walked to An Muxue’s side. “Aren’t you cold?” she asked softly.

She realized too late that many people were watching them. Everyone on set basically knew a girl visited An Muxue every weekend, but no one dared ask about their relationship. Seeing her appear in the daylight was a rare opportunity for gossip.

—An Muxue is so pretty we always forget she’s a tycoon herself. —Is that really her little lover? —Seriously, which way do I have to pray to get the luck to be kept by An Muxue?? —I didn’t expect Sister An to like the studious type. —Maybe she’s so stunning herself that she wants someone “plain”—makes sense. —She’s actually pretty cute, I’d like her too!

Lin Yue felt uneasy under their gazes and took a step back. Maybe I shouldn’t have walked straight up to her?

Fortunately, An Muxue didn’t seem to care much about the others. “I’m fine,” she cleared her throat. “Just go to the room and wait for me.”

“Okay.” Under everyone’s widening eyes, Lin Yue hurried away.

The living conditions in the mountains were poorer, and the room this time was quite ordinary. The bed was also much smaller.

When filming ended and An Muxue returned to the room, she noticed that since there was no large sofa, Lin Yue was finally sitting at the desk doing her practice exams. Hearing her return, Lin Yue looked up immediately, like a puppy waiting for instructions.

An Muxue pressed down the corners of her mouth, feeling inexplicably good. To avoid catching a cold, she had taken a hot shower and drank ginger soup at the set, so she was ready for bed. After a day of action scenes, she just wanted to rest.

“You sleep on the right.”

An Muxue got into bed. There wasn’t enough room for a pillow barrier this time. She casually placed a towel between them as a symbolic gesture. “No crossing over tonight,” she instructed.

Lin Yue lowered her head, hesitating. “…I won’t.”

Two hours later, Lin Yue hadn’t moved an inch from her spot. An Muxue, however, was pressed against her, her limbs practically trying to entwine with Lin Yue.

With flushed ears, Lin Yue repeatedly pushed her hands back. She even considered getting up to escape, but she felt An Muxue’s hands were a bit cold. Thinking of her hard work during the day, Lin Yue worried she was chilled. The mountain air was freezing at night. Maybe she’s pressing close because she’s cold?

In the few seconds of hesitation over whether to warm An Muxue’s hands, the star had already nestled into her arms. It was a tight embrace—chest to chest, breaths mingling.

A tiny electric current coursed through them. The floral scent seemed to find its home, growing incredibly rich and wrapping tightly around Lin Yue.

Lin Yue’s gaze grew hazy. An Muxue’s face was deep red. Having teased the edges for so long, her body’s craving for Lin Yue had reached a peak. Even in her sleep, she blearily hooked a leg over Lin Yue’s, nuzzling against her for comfort.

“!”

Realizing what An Muxue was doing, Lin Yue’s ears turned scarlet. She tried to sit up again, but the floral scent “cried out” and “pleaded,” binding her tight. Their 100% compatibility caused Lin Yue’s pheromones to be lured out uncontrollably.

The two scents intertwined and swirled like silken threads, locking them together. Neither could stop; neither could break free. Lin Yue’s head was spinning. She braced her leg slightly, and An Muxue’s breathing grew ragged, her face a captivating flush of red.

Tiling her chin up, she searched for Lin Yue’s face with her nose while nuzzling her, a soft, trembling sound escaping her throat.

Just as the floral scent surged like a rising tide about to reach the peak…

An Muxue’s eyes fluttered open, meeting Lin Yue’s dazed gaze.