A Cannon Fodder A Has No Intention of Moving Up - Chapter 24

Lin Yue hurriedly dodged, subconsciously looking outside again.

An Muxue raised an eyebrow and grabbed Lin Yue’s face, squeezing her cheeks until her soft flesh puffed out. “What on earth are you looking at?”

She followed Lin Yue’s gaze. Who was out there? Someone better looking than her?

Shu Yan was apparently quite popular; she had been stopped by an acquaintance at the parking lot entrance and was stuck chatting. Her slender figure, even compared to the locals, possessed superior proportions. However, at this distance, she was just a small silhouette, which failed to catch An Muxue’s interest. She quickly turned back, tilting Lin Yue’s chin.

“I told you to kiss me.”

Lin Yue: “…Wait until we get back.”

“Why do we have to wait until then?” Just as An Muxue spoke, the assistant and driver opened the doors and stepped in.

With so many people around, An Muxue had no choice but to let go of Lin Yue.

Lin Yue leaned over, asking with concern, “Are you uncomfortable?” An Muxue gave her a light glare and ignored her.

The set was quite a distance from their hotel, and the drive was long. The more An Muxue thought about it, the more justified she felt. Treating her was Lin Yue’s job. Therefore, she had the right to demand a kiss. Exactly. How could Lin Yue refuse her?

An Muxue was still annoyed by the time they reached the hotel. If Lin Yue didn’t coax her properly today, she… she wouldn’t make her dinner! Let this girl, who only ate half her lunch, starve.

Unexpectedly, the moment the suite door clicked shut, Lin Yue wrapped her arms around An Muxue’s waist and took the initiative to kiss her.

An Muxue froze. Having finally smelled the sandalwood again, she realized how much she had actually missed it. Her body went soft in an instant. She couldn’t help but take a step back, pinned against the wall by Lin Yue’s kiss.

An Muxue’s lips were soft and fragrant. Lin Yue’s hand moved from her waist upward. An Muxue’s heart began to hammer again. But she still remembered her little grievance; once she had been kissed into a state of bliss, she pushed her away.

“I don’t want you to kiss me anymore.”

Lin Yue looked bewildered. Hadn’t they been kissing for quite a while?

“Kneel.”

An Muxue stared at Lin Yue’s clean, innocent face. Her own face flushed instantly, her breathing grew ragged, and she slowly lifted her skirt. Her ears were scarlet, yet she maintained the air of a high-society lady.

“Lick me…”

I’ve showered, An Muxue originally wanted to explain.

To her surprise, Lin Yue had no reservations at all and knelt directly. It was An Muxue who covered her mouth, finding it hard to stand amidst the spreading scent of sandalwood. Droplets of moisture trembled and slid down.

Lin Yue spoke in a calm tone, telling her to lift her legs a bit more and not to press them together.

An Muxue was dying of shame. She couldn’t take it anymore—how did it come so fast? She had no strength left. It was as if Lin Yue had studied her inside and out… leaving her completely unable to control herself in her hands.

“Ah.”

After reaching the peak once, An Muxue truly couldn’t stand and sank directly to the floor. Lin Yue stayed close, her knees parting An Muxue’s legs. An Muxue’s back straightened abruptly, tears welling up.

“That’s enough, ah, no more.”

She ended up soaking the floor, reaching the peak yet again. Lin Yue kissed her tenderly. An Muxue’s breath trembled as she surrendered.

“You… you must be hungry. I should go make dinner…”

“Aren’t you uncomfortable?” Lin Yue asked, deeply worried.

With the plot accelerating, she couldn’t let An Muxue’s hard-won progress slip away. They truly hadn’t had a chance to release pheromones all day, and it would likely be the same once they were at the film set regularly. Lin Yue felt a massive sense of crisis.

“I’m not hungry. Let’s continue the treatment for a bit longer.”

“Actually… I’m already… not uncomfortable anymore…”

Lin Yue kissed her again. The sweet sandalwood made An Muxue feel like she was dying one moment, only to want more the next. Her head was spinning.

“Let’s go to the bedroom.”

“No more…” Even as An Muxue said “no,” her body was remarkably honest as she lay across the pillows, her body rising and falling slightly on the bed.

Later, with her mind in a haze, she hugged Lin Yue and kissed her, pro-actively admitting that the “date” with Shu Yan was a lie. But Lin Yue already knew that and had no intention of letting her off the hook.

It wasn’t until the sky was completely dark that the two finally ate.

An Muxue’s mood had improved, and she made several delicious dishes for Lin Yue. Then she noticed Lin Yue was seriously studying materials related to physical therapy.

“Why are you looking at that?”

Lin Yue closed her laptop and sat eagerly at the table. “You said I was your physical therapist. I’m just looking into it.”

An Muxue paused. Had she said that? She thought she had just vaguely called her a “therapist.” But “physical therapist” (physiotherapist) was a good excuse. She scrutinized Lin Yue’s face; the girl didn’t seem to mind at all.

An Muxue puffed out her cheeks. “You don’t have to actually take it seriously.”

Lin Yue didn’t respond, and after dinner, she went back to studying so intensely it was as if someone were going to test her. It left An Muxue utterly confused.

A day later, An Muxue finally headed to the set for her actual project. Most of the crew were fellow countrymen who had traveled with her, along with some locally hired staff. With so many eyes around, An Muxue introduced Lin Yue as her physical therapist.

An Muxue thought she had returned to normal—a typical heat usually lasts two weeks at most. But once she was in the noisy environment of the set, surrounded by people—especially when she had to film with Alpha actors—An Muxue realized her condition hadn’t fully subsided.

It wasn’t that she felt physical pain, but whenever Lin Yue was out of her sight, she felt a vague sense of irritability. If other Alphas got too close, her revulsion was even more pronounced. For the sake of work, she suppressed it well, but whenever filming stopped, she would instinctively look for Lin Yue.

If Lin Yue stayed in her designated spot, watching her obediently and not talking to anyone else, An Muxue felt at ease. But if Lin Yue vanished, was called away, or was standing too close to someone else, she had to bite her lip to keep from losing her temper.

“Lin Yue.”

An Muxue walked across the set to a corner. There, Lin Yue was pressing her hand against a girl’s waist.

“What are you two doing?”

the young actress beside Lin Yue was startled, feeling an inexplicable sense that she was doing something improper with Lin Yue. “Sorry, Sister An. I was just asking how to relieve muscle soreness… since I heard Yue-yue is a physical therapist?”

An Muxue truly regretted using that excuse. Who knew everyone would be so enthusiastic?

“Mhm… she is my private physical therapist.”

The implication was clear: helping others on the crew was not part of her job. The young actress understood immediately. Seeing An Muxue looking so displeased, she had to understand. Some said Sister An was protective of this therapist; she hadn’t taken it seriously before, but now it seemed true! Her face flushed, but her eyes sparkled with the excitement of witnessing gossip.

“Oh, oh! I’m sorry for interrupting. I’ll head out now!”

“?” Lin Yue felt it was a pity; she hadn’t finished giving her instructions yet.

An Muxue rolled her eyes at Lin Yue, pushed her slightly, and pinned her back into that corner. “Why do you listen to anyone who asks for help?”

Lin Yue’s expression was strangely determined. “I want to prove myself…”

“??” An Muxue almost laughed. Prove what? That you’re a top student?

Her gaze fell on Lin Yue’s pale neck, and she took a soft sniff. Although they had been intimate just last night, Lin Yue didn’t smell like her at all. Every time they left the room, they showered thoroughly and used scent-neutralizing sprays.

That was how it was supposed to be.

But a sense of dissatisfaction, piling up like layers of cotton, grew in An Muxue’s heart. She had an impulse to mark Lin Yue with her pheromones, to soak her entirely in her floral scent… so that anyone who simply looked at her would know…

An Muxue’s thoughts paused. Know what? They were still just in a temporary medical relationship.