One Pet Gets Married - Chapter 72

After riding the Ferris wheel, Tang You’an held Song Xici’s hand as they walked along the riverbank for a while before heading back to their car.

Upon returning to the hotel, Tang You’an and Song Xici both glanced at their scripts, only to realize that tomorrow they would be filming the infamous intimate scene. Tang You’an couldn’t help but smile, while Song Xici looked completely bewildered.

Come to think of it, performing such scenes in public… for Song Xici, it wasn’t unheard of, but doing it with Tang You’an felt different somehow. Although according to the plan, it wouldn’t be too risqué—at most showing arms and back, which wouldn’t be considered revealing by modern standards, given all the backless, sexy outfits in today’s society—but still…

The mere thought made her blush.

“Shall we practice the scene tonight?” Tang You’an asked, looking up from her script to Song Xici’s face.

“Practice what scene?!” Song Xici glared at her.

“Well, we’re not very familiar with this kind of thing, are we?” Tang You’an said with a smile.

“Anyway,” Song Xici glanced at her again, “I refuse! I’ll perform well, hmph!”

With that, Song Xici took her clothes and went to the bathroom. Tang You’an sat on the bed, looking in that direction, then shook her head with a smile before letting out a gentle yawn.

Early the next morning, after eating breakfast handed to them by their assistant in the car, they arrived at the set.

When they got there, the scene was almost fully set up. After changing into their costumes and getting their makeup done, they entered filming mode. Before they knew it, the day had passed.

After dinner, everyone got back to work and continued filming. Tang You’an seemed fine, looking the same as any other day, but Song Xici was visibly nervous.

“What’s wrong?” Tang You’an asked, noticing Song Xici seemed quite tense today, after her makeup touch-up.

“No-nothing…” Song Xici said, shaking her head and staring intently at herself in the mirror as she looked at Tang You’an in her white outfit, exuding an otherworldly aura.

“Don’t be nervous,” Tang You’an said with a smile.

“I’m not…” Song Xici mumbled.

A while later, when both their styling and makeup were done, they got up and walked to the filming location. Today, Director Ouyang Du planned to shoot all the kissing and bed scenes in one go.

This particular scene was meant to capture a dreamy, beautiful aesthetic. Accordingly, the indoor set was decorated very beautifully, with a white jade couch draped in ethereal, light gauze falling from above, giving it an incredibly celestial appearance at first glance.

Tang You’an walked onto the jade couch, sitting cross-legged with her eyes slightly closed.

At the same time, the staff turned on the wind machines.

The white gauze fluttered, black hair swayed gently, and from every angle, Tang You’an looked utterly divine.

“Action!” the director called out.

Song Xici, dressed in red, slowly walked towards the couch.

She extended her hand, holding a teapot in one and a teacup in the other, poured a cup of tea, then sat down next to Tang You’an.

Meanwhile, Tang You’an slowly opened her eyes to look at her.

Song Xici looked at her, freezing for a moment under that gaze. Then, Tang You’an grabbed her wrist, pulling her into her embrace.

The teacup in her hand fell to the ground, rolling around before coming to a stop.

“What are you doing?” Tang You’an gripped her wrist, her expression cold, vastly different from her usual kind and gentle demeanor.

“I…” Song Xici looked at her, suppressing her heartbeat, then reached out with her pristine hand to brush Tang You’an’s hair, her eyes tender and lips smiling. “Nothing, I just missed you.”

Tang You’an looked at her, still not letting go, her expression unreadable.

“Don’t you…” Song Xici’s right hand slowly crept up to Tang You’an’s shoulder, her body draping over her like boneless silk, her gaze utterly bewitching, “want me?”

If not for their character roles, Tang You’an would rarely see Song Xici like this in real life. Alluring, incredibly seductive. Involuntarily, Tang You’an’s throat moved.

Song Xici gazed at her, her lips still curved in a smile as she hung from Tang You’an’s neck, looking both enchanting and dreamy.

“In your heart…” Song Xici reached out, caressing Tang You’an’s chin, “is there still a place for me?”

Tang You’an turned her head away, not answering.

“Liuyue…” Song Xici reached out again, lifting Tang You’an’s chin to face her.

At this moment, Tang You’an grabbed her wrist: “No.”

Hearing this, Song Xici looked at her, and in that instant, her slightly raised eyes seemed to contain a million thoughts.

Then, Song Xici smiled, inching closer to kiss Tang You’an’s brow, before slowly pressing her lips against Tang You’an’s, her heart pounding.

Their soft lips touched, different from their private encounters. Here, with many people watching, it felt somewhat awkward… but Song Xici’s acting skills were still on point.

Her left hand resting on Tang You’an’s shoulder, Song Xici kissed the corner of her mouth, then moved her hand from Tang You’an’s neck to her cheek, continuing to kiss her lips, slowly parting them…

At this point, Tang You’an also began to kiss back actively, plundering everything in her mouth while roughly untying the sash at Song Xici’s waist, throwing it to the ground, and kissing her neck.

Song Xici’s body involuntarily trembled.

Then, Tang You’an’s fingers hooked into the collar of her robe, pulling it back slightly to reveal half of her smooth, delicate back.

Song Xici, held in her embrace, felt her heart racing even more intensely.

Afterward, Tang You’an grasped her left hand and laid her down, kissing her lips before moving to her collarbone…

Although they were filming, and in public no less, with lighting technicians, makeup artists, and various actors around, the moment Tang You’an kissed her, Song Xici’s body reacted subtly beyond her control. A blush spread across her neck, and she even found herself wishing they weren’t filming, that it was just the two of them.

She must be going crazy, to be so affected by just a light touch from Tang You’an…

……

“Cut!” the director called out.

After quite a while, this scene was finally complete.

However, Song Xici’s chest continued to rise and fall rapidly, her heart feeling as if it might leap out of her chest, even after readjusting her clothes.

Even as Tang You’an conversed with the director, her gaze kept drifting towards Song Xici standing to the side. Undeniably, Song Xici had been incredibly alluring earlier. She looked… quite delicious.

“That’s about all we’ll be shooting tomorrow,” Director Ouyang Du said, finishing his last sentence.

“Alright,” Tang You’an smiled.

“You two head back to the hotel and rest now, recharge your energy.”

“Mm, okay,” Tang You’an nodded.

Afterward, Tang You’an walked over to Song Xici, carefully adjusting her hair: “Did I hurt you just now?”

The character arrangement was like this, with complex and out-of-control emotions leading to somewhat rough actions.

“No, not at all…” Song Xici looked at her, quickly shaking her head before glancing at her again. She was too embarrassed to say that not only had she not felt pain, but she had also become aroused.

“That’s good,” Tang You’an nodded, smiling. “Let’s change and head back then.”

“Oh, okay…” Song Xici scratched her head, then went to change clothes first.

Tang You’an watched her retreating figure, unable to suppress a smile.

A while later, back at the hotel, Song Xici went to shower in the bathroom, so Tang You’an sat down with the script to carefully study tomorrow’s filming tasks.

Just as she finished two pages, the bathroom door opened, and Song Xici walked out wearing her pajamas.

The loose style accentuated her slender, graceful figure.

Noticing Tang You’an staring at her, Song Xici opened a bottle of mineral water, took a sip, and then gave her a reproachful look. “Why do you keep looking at me like that?”

“You know, you performed quite well in today’s intimate scene,” Tang You’an said with a smile.

Song Xici nearly choked on her water upon hearing those words.

“What?” Tang You’an asked, putting her script aside and looking up at her.

“Nothing…” Song Xici put down her water glass, stealing a flustered glance at Tang You’an.

“Feeling shy now?” Tang You’an tilted her head, resting one hand on her leg as she gazed at Song Xici with a raised eyebrow and a smile.

“I’ll have you know I’m a very professional actor! Don’t question my abilities!” Song Xici shot her a glare, then picked up a box of mixed fruit they had bought on the way back. She took out a strawberry and popped it into her mouth.

Seemingly satisfied with its sweetness, Song Xici nodded as she chewed, looking quite content.

“Alright, alright, I won’t question you,” Tang You’an raised her hands in surrender.

“Hmph,” Song Xici pouted, then noticing the bloodshot look in Tang You’an’s eyes, she tilted her head and asked, “Are you tired? You don’t look well.”

“A little bit,” Tang You’an nodded.

“Oh no, what should we do? You should go to bed early!” Song Xici said urgently.

“Okay, but before that, promise me one thing,” Tang You’an nodded.

“What is it?” Song Xici felt her heart skip a beat. “Hey, don’t be so serious, it’s scary!”

“What are you thinking…” Tang You’an laughed, uncrossing her legs and patting her thigh. “Come here, sit down. Let me hold you.”

“Oh…” Song Xici smiled, then walked over with her fruit and sat on Tang You’an’s lap.

Tang You’an wrapped her arms around Song Xici’s soft waist. This was something Tang You’an never dared to imagine before. After all, back then, Song Xici wouldn’t even let her come close.

“Holding you like this, I don’t feel tired at all,” Tang You’an said softly, resting her head against Song Xici’s back.

Song Xici pressed her lips together and smiled, turning her head slightly. “Really?”

“Mm.”

“Why?” Song Xici couldn’t believe she was asking such a silly question.

“Because I like you,” Tang You’an replied, breathing softly.

“How much do you like me?” Song Xici fiddled with the fruit box in her hands, her feet swaying gently, causing her slippers to slip off halfway, revealing her small, fair ankles.

“I don’t know. I just know that when you’re by my side, I feel completely fulfilled,” Tang You’an closed her eyes, inhaling the scent of Song Xici’s body wash. “I feel at peace.”

“Me too!” Song Xici tilted her head, popping half a strawberry into her mouth, feeling sweetness permeate her heart.

“Here, you eat some too!” Song Xici then held a piece of fruit to Tang You’an’s lips.

Tang You’an opened her mouth, accepting the fruit.

“Is it sweet?!” Song Xici asked, her eyes curved in a smile as she held a toothpick.

“It’s sweet, but not as sweet as you,” Tang You’an replied.

“Am I very sweet?” Song Xici asked.

“Mm, very sweet,” Tang You’an tightened her arms around Song Xici’s waist. “That’s why last time, I didn’t get enough.”

“W-what are you talking about…” Song Xici’s face turned tomato-red in an instant.

“You know what I’m talking about,” Tang You’an said, kissing her shoulder.

Song Xici was petite and soft; Tang You’an was almost afraid she might break her if she used too much force.

The silk pajamas were thin, offering little barrier. Even with just this light kiss, Song Xici’s skin prickled with goosebumps.

“Hey…” Song Xici’s hand holding the fruit trembled slightly.

“Don’t you want to?” Tang You’an whispered against her ear, her breath tickling Song Xici’s skin. “I think I can do some things now… to make you even happier.”

Song Xici’s embarrassment skyrocketed at Tang You’an’s question. She turned her head, meeting Tang You’an’s eyes, looking at her lips, remembering that time between her legs… Song Xici felt a familiar sensation stirring in her lower abdomen.

“N-no, I don’t…” Overwhelmed by embarrassment, Song Xici quickly shook her head in denial.

But down below, she was already… She was certain it was the same feeling as when Tang You’an had touched her that way before…

“Really?” Tang You’an asked again. “Or do you think just the spiritual connection is enough?”

“O-of course…” The more directly Tang You’an asked, the more Song Xici stubbornly denied it, even though every cell in her body was screaming “take me.”

“But last time, your body… was very sensitive. Even with just a little teasing, you seemed like you couldn’t take it anymore.” Remembering Song Xici’s aroused state, Tang You’an smiled slightly. That version of Song Xici, writhing and moaning with desire for her, was just too adorable. She wondered what Song Xici would look like in an even more desperate state.

“Stop it, that’s not true!” Song Xici quickly refuted.

“You really don’t want to?” Tang You’an moved even closer to her ear, her voice carrying an enticing quality.