Chapter 319: Fu Yujun & Guan Han [16]

Fu Yujun's wrist was held firmly by Guan Han, and she stumbled into her embrace. Her heart skipped a beat involuntarily, her eyelashes fluttering slightly as she looked up at her.

Guan Han lowered her head, her dark pupils deep and profound, gazing quietly into Fu Yujun's eyes.

The room was so silent that not a sound could be heard. Their intertwined breaths seemed to take on substance, each warm puff landing heavily on the other's face, stirring a profound sense of palpitation.

Fu Yujun's throat moved as she swallowed unconsciously.

The hand held by Guan Han shifted slightly, gently resting on Guan Han's shoulder.

Soft, warm, and submissive—a posture inviting a kiss.

Guan Han tilted her head, slowly leaning closer until the tips of their noses touched.

Even with her glasses on, the cold metallic frames of the silver edges seemed to act as an exhilarating catalyst in the heated atmosphere.

Thump, thump.

Fu Yujun could hear the frantic beating of her own heart.

She closed her eyes.

Even before their lips met, her breathing had already quickened uncontrollably, her nostrils flaring, every cell in her body screaming with desire. She yearned for seamless int!macy, the entwining of moist softness, and the burning heat of their bodies pressed tightly together.

Suddenly, the grip on her wrist loosened.

Guan Han's gaze behind her lenses was crystal clear as she asked, "Did you read that story?"

Fu Yujun opened her eyes in confusion. Guan Han had already retreated to a normal distance.

"Which one?"

Guan Han studied her with a probing look, trying to capture something in her expression.

But who was Fu Yujun?

One of the country's most acclaimed actresses. If she wanted to act, Guan Han would have no chance of seeing through it.

Guan Han kept the worlds of fiction and reality strictly separate. Even though she and Fu Yujun had been obsessing over the Qin-Tang pairing on WeChat, in real life, she acted as if it had never happened. Asking about fanfiction or whether she had read a particular story in the real world was a hurdle she couldn't overcome.

Was it just a coincidence?

Just as the latest chapter of the story was updated, Fu Yujun's hairdryer broke, and she came to borrow one. Wait—Guan Han had just finished reading the update by "For_Love_lf," left a comment, and then Fu Yujun showed up. If Fu Yujun was mimicking the story's plot, she even carried the scent of shower gel, clearly having bathed recently. How could she have known in advance to take a shower?

Borrowing a hairdryer was a common occurrence. Perhaps it was just her own mind filled with inappropriate thoughts, overcomplicating things.

Guan Han's thoughts raced, and she said, "Nothing."

If she hadn't read it, it was better not to recommend it to her.

Guan Han actually suspected that Fu Yujun had moved on from the Qin-Tang pairing, as they hadn't discussed it in a long time. Before breaking the ice, Fu Yujun had rarely brought up Qin-Tang herself—it was always Guan Han sharing with her.

But Guan Han was also cautious. She asked, "Is your hairdryer really broken? Let me check it for you."

Fu Yujun replied softly, "Sure."

Three minutes later, Guan Han stood in Fu Yujun's room, plugging in the hairdryer and pressing the switch. There was no response. She inspected it several times—it was indeed broken.

Fu Yujun stood by quietly, a gentle smile on her face.

Once again, Guan Han felt she had misjudged Fu Yujun with her own petty suspicions and felt somewhat awkward. Returning the hairdryer, she said, "I'll go to the front desk and ask them to replace it for you."

Fu Yujun's voice rose softly, "I've already called them."

Two women alone in a room. Guan Han stood for a moment, feeling her recently regained rationality teetering on the edge once more. She coughed lightly and said, "Should I head back now?"

Fu Yujun replied casually, "Bye."

Her nonchalant and carefree attitude only made Guan Han feel even more awkward.

"Bye."

Guan Han returned to her room and stood by the door, unmoving for a long time.

Her mind kept replaying the image of Fu Yujun closing her eyes with a devout expression, as if inviting a kiss. The more she thought about it, the thirstier she felt, and her imagination began projecting scenes from novels onto herself, causing the tips of her ears to grow increasingly red.

She twisted open a bottle of mineral water on the table and gulped down half of it in one go, barely managing to suppress her overactive imagination.

Sitting in a chair, lost in thought, she wondered if Fu Yujun still had feelings for her—why else would she have closed her eyes when Guan Han felt the urge to kiss her? Then again, she questioned whether she was just overthinking things, letting her imagination run wild over something as simple as borrowing a hairdryer.

Two conflicting thoughts battled in her mind, each trying to convince the other.

After a long while, Guan Han suddenly snapped out of it.

Hadn't she decided to keep her distance from Fu Yujun? Why was she still agonizing over whether Fu Yujun liked her or not? Was this human nature at its worst—taking what's easily available for granted, only to feel unwilling to let go once it's gone? Hypocritical and utterly shameful.

Guan Han inwardly scolded herself and reflected deeply on her behavior. She practiced a set of martial arts forms in her spacious room, took a cold shower to calm her mind, and eventually drifted into a dreamless sleep.

The next day, she left the film set.

She disappeared early in the morning and only sent Fu Yujun a text message at noon.

Fu Yujun wasn't the least bit surprised by the news. Sipping the watermelon juice Ai Ya had ordered for her, she reclined comfortably in a lounge chair under the shade of a tree, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Ai Ya, watching from the side, felt a chill run down her spine.

'Is Sister Jun getting so worked up that she's losing her mind?'

Ai Ya had never seen anyone as hard to pursue as Manager Guan. Someone like Sister Jun—beautiful, wealthy, and with an amazing personality—actively pursuing her? If it were Ai Ya, she would've thrown herself at her long ago.

Perhaps this was what the song meant: "The unattainable always stirs desire." The harder it was to chase, the more determined she became to succeed.

Away from Fu Yujun, Guan Han finally found room to breathe. She was an extremely disciplined person, and by putting distance between them before she got in too deep, she hoped any budding feelings would fade.

Guan Han threw herself into her work. Outside of work, she spent her time at the boxing gym and club, sweating profusely until she was exhausted enough to fall asleep as soon as she hit the bed. Her sleep quality was excellent, completely dreamless.

She no longer read the updates from "For_Love_lf" in detail. Instead, she scrolled straight to the end and left generic comments:

[Ahhhh!!]

[KSWL KSWL!] [Ke Si Wo Le – "I'm dying of cuteness"]

[So sweet, so sweet, so sweet!]

[Another day of searching for my head on the floor!]

And so she went on, acting like an emotionless screaming machine, waiting for the next Qin-Tang fanfiction to appear.

Until one day, she received a private message in her inbox.

For_Love_lf: [I sent a custom version to your QQ account. Thank you for your continued support.]

Guan Han logged into the spare QQ account she had added but never used and found an image waiting for her.

She opened the image and skimmed a few lines. It was another fanfiction about her and Fu Yujun. She had intended to close it immediately, but her eyes betrayed her, continuing to read further. After all, it was a custom piece from the author—she owed it to them to at least finish it.

As she read on, Guan Han realized something was off.

The so-called "custom edition" turned out to be... a car. And not just any car—a 360-degree high-definition, uncensored Lamborghini. The writing was exquisite, the details vivid, the atmosphere charged with int!macy, and the "battle scenes" so intense and immersive that Guan Han had to put down her phone after just one-third, gasping for air.

'This... this...'

In her over thirty years of life, this was the first time Guan Han had encountered such expl!cit descriptions.

Although she had bought finger c0ts for Qin Yinong as an assistant and watched supposedly steamy CP edits on streaming sites, those edits at most showed two people embracing, with shots of fingers gripping sheets, interlocked hands, and close-ups of the female lead's facial expressions—never any expl!cit actions.

Guan Han, a woman of simple desires who usually avoided adult content altogether—be it videos or literature—and was even unclear about heteros3xual matters, let alone same-s3x ones, was suddenly exposed to what Fu Yujun had sent her. The door to this new world had been blown wide open with overwhelming force, leaving not even a shard of glass behind.

For_Love_lf: [Finished reading?]

Sitting at her desk with flushed cheeks and rapid breaths, fine beads of sweat seeping from her pores, Guan Han closed her eyes briefly and typed: [Yeah]

For_Love_lf: [Do you ship Fu as the top or Guan as the top?]

In this story, Fu Yujun had written Guan as the top—a deliberate choice. Writing from the perspective of the bottom (i.e., herself) allowed more focus on the recipient's reactions. Given how Guan Han had struggled to control herself while applying mosquito repellent on her last time, Fu Yujun was convinced she must be craving her.

QinTangIsReal: [Either is fine]

For_Love_lf: [Then next time I'll write one with Fu as the top. Children make choices, adults take it all [happy]]

The fanfiction played out vividly in Guan Han's mind, making her unsteady even while sitting. She pressed her legs tightly together, feet planted on the floor and hooked around each other.

QinTangIsReal: [That's really not necessary. Aren't you on a business trip?]

For_Love_lf: [It's fine, I'm almost done. And since you're so supportive, I want to give you a little treat]

Guan Han thought: 'This really isn't necessary at all.'

For_Love_lf: [It's settled then. I'll send you a Fu-top story next week. Going to sleep now, good night~]

Guan Han typed numbly: [Good night]

Fu Yujun set down her phone, pulled open the bedside drawer, leaned over to take out a finger c0ts, tore open the packaging, slipped it onto her finger, and nestled under the covers.

She closed her eyes and sighed.

It was foreseeable that her finger c0ts consumption would see a significant increase in the near future.

Guan Han went to take a shower.

The water was warm, but it felt scalding against her skin. She kept turning the temperature lower and lower, ending up with what was practically a cold shower. Wrapped in a towel, she shuffled out in slippers, her steps dragging.

Before looking toward the bed, she first checked with a sidelong glance—Fu Yujun wasn't there.

The aftermath of the "Lamborghini" was too intense. While showering, Guan Han had been on edge, terrified that Fu Yujun might barge in and they'd end up in the steamy bathroom together...

Ahem.

Back to the point—Fu Yujun wasn't there. Guan Han breathed a sigh of relief. She then looked at the smooth bedding, patted it down to make sure no one was hiding underneath, and finally lay down with peace of mind.

Guan Han turned off the light, pulled the covers up to her shoulders, closed her eyes, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

The numbers on the digital clock on the bedside table changed from "2" to "3," and the sound of wind rustling through leaves outside the apartment drifted in.

Guan Han's long eyelashes fluttered as she slowly opened her eyes.

The light from the bedside lamp wasn't too bright, but it still stung her eyes, which had grown accustomed to the darkness. She shielded them with her hand and, through the gaps between her fingers, saw a hazy figure sitting beside her.

The figure was slender and curvaceous—a woman.

"Fu Yujun?" Guan Han propped herself up on her elbows, sitting up in surprise.

She glanced behind her. "What are you doing here?" Shouldn't she be on set filming?

"I missed you, so I came to see you." Fu Yujun said softly.

"Don't be ridiculous," Guan Han scolded lightly. "Go back right now."

"It's the middle of the night. Where do you expect me to go?"

"You..." Guan Han shook her head. "Wait, how did you even get into my room in the middle of the night?"

"Guess?"

"I'm not in the mood for riddles," Guan Han said, her expression turning cold. "Are you going to tell me or not?"

"Fine, I'll tell you," Fu Yujun pouted, feigning grievance. "But I'm cold."

Only then did Guan Han notice that Fu Yujun was wearing nothing but a spaghetti strap nightgown, her shoulders and arms completely exposed. It was already late autumn, and with the window open, the breeze was indeed chilly.

Her skin was delicate, and goosebumps had formed on her arms.

Guan Han felt a bit confused. Hadn't she been wearing something else when she first saw her?

Fu Yujun shivered slightly.

Guan Han didn't dwell on it further and wrapped the blanket around her. Fu Yujun immediately lay down, blinking her large eyes as she looked at Guan Han.

Guan Han: "..."

She said irritably, "Did I say you could sleep in my bed?"

Fu Yujun continued to blink. "You didn't say I couldn't."

So cheeky, yet so clever.

Guan Han struggled to suppress the upward curve of her lips and forced a stern expression.

Fu Yujun tugged at her sleeve. "Aren't you going to sleep with me?"

Guan Han replied, "I'll sleep on the sofa."

"Why sleep on the sofa when the bed is so big?"

Guan Han thought to herself: 'It's because I'm afraid you'll cause trouble.'

"I prefer the sofa." Guan Han said.

In her urgency, Fu Yujun grabbed her wrist and pulled her down.

Caught off guard and completely unprepared, Guan Han fell on top of her. One of her hands landed on the pillow beside Fu Yujun's neck, and through the blanket, she could feel the other woman's soft body.

Their eyes met.

Fu Yujun's eyes were shaped like a deer's—rounded eye sockets, full under-eye bags, large and clear, dark and bright, with a gentle downward curve at the corners, seamlessly shifting between innocence and affection.

Guan Han couldn't look away.

Her resolve wavered as she struggled to get up. "I..."

Fu Yujun lifted her head and quickly leaned in to kiss her lips.

Guan Han's ears buzzed, and her mind went blank.

Immediately after, Fu Yujun cupped the back of her head and kissed her deeply from below.

Guan Han's supporting elbow gave way, and she collapsed beside her, lying on her side.

Face to face under the covers, Guan Han held Fu Yujun's cheek with one hand, her breathing ragged as she kissed her with varying intensity. Her other hand gripped the woman's waist tightly, pulling her relentlessly closer.

Fu Yujun's gaze grew hazy, her smooth, fair chin tilting upward as her hands rested weakly on Guan Han's shoulders, yielding completely.

Clothes lay scattered on the floor, bathed in the quiet moonlight, which could not fully capture the rising passion and lingering intimacy.

......

The alarm clock rang.

Guan Han reached out with her eyes closed to turn it off, instinctively reaching an arm to the side, only to find empty space.

"Fu Yujun..." she mumbled vaguely, opening her eyes to look at the spot beside her.

No one was there.

Resting the back of her hand on her forehead, Guan Han gradually sorted through her chaotic thoughts as rationality returned.

It was a dream.

Her body was covered in a thin, sticky sweat, the heat lingering under the covers. The overflowing tide had receded, leaving behind a cold, damp chill.

She bent her long legs, avoiding the cold touch, and lifted a corner of the blanket to let the heat slowly dissipate. Lying in bed for a long while, she finally got up step by step and went into the bathroom to shower.

After tossing her discarded clothes into the laundry basket, Guan Han spent a long time in the shower.

After silently eating breakfast alone, she went to the balcony to wash the soiled underwear. Once hung up, she stared blankly out the window for a while before turning and heading back inside.

Guan He ran into her sister in the company hallway and greeted her cheerfully, "Sis."

Guan Han acted as if she hadn't seen her, walking straight past without a glance.

"Sis!" Guan He quickened her pace, stepping in front of her.

Guan Han's gaze was unfocused, taking several seconds to slowly focus on Guan He's face. "What is it?" she asked.

"Nothing, just saying hi."

"Then I'll be going."

"Alright."

Guan Han started walking forward.

Guan He grabbed her again, "Sis!"

Normally, she would have shot Guan He an annoyed look by now, but she didn't, which made Guan He even more unsettled.

Holding Guan Han by the shoulders, she turned her around and said, "Your office is this way."

Guan Han slowly uttered an "Oh," then said, "Thank you."

Guan He's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

'Thank you?!'

Had her sister lost her mind?

Guan Han drifted into her office like a ghost. By midday, she had only flipped through a handful of pages from the documents on her desk.

It took her a full two days to recover from that er0tic dream and finally restrain herself from revisiting the memories.

For most people, it might have been just an ordinary Lamborghini, but for Guan Han, it felt like countless trains running over her face—especially since all those trains were branded "Fu Yujun."

Five days later.

For_Love_lf: [As promised, Fu as the top. Sent you my QQ number.]

Guan Han, who had just managed to regain her composure: "..."

Strangely enough, she could resist reading For_Love_lf's everyday fanfics, but she couldn't resist the specially provided "Rolls-Royce" content. The more she restrained herself, the more her imagination ran wild. What would Fu as the top be like? What would Fu Yujun do to her?

As the ancients said: Appetite and lu$t are part of human nature.

That day happened to be a weekend. Guan Han endured the leisurely Saturday and finally surrendered to the idleness of Sunday.

Hmm... Fu as the top was truly enticing.

Guan Han rushed into the bathroom halfway through reading.

That evening, she opened her Taobao link, searched for the order of finger c0ts she had previously bought for Qin Yinong, and skillfully placed the same order again. The difference was, this time, they were finally for her own use.

As December arrived, the temperature plummeted, and people on the streets bundled up in thick winter clothing.

Fu Yujun, still on set, was dressed in summer attire.

Actors filming scenes that didn't match the current season in the bitter cold would have visible breath when speaking. To avoid continuity errors, they had to hold ice cubes in their mouths before each take to balance the temperature, spitting them out just before filming began.

Fu Yujun wore a thin costume inside, with a black down jacket draped over it. She opened her mouth to accept the ice cube from Ai Ya, and a chill shot straight to the top of her head, making her shiver in the bitter cold of deep winter. She tightly closed her mouth, immediately showing a pained expression.

Ai Ya watched with a heavy heart.

Fu Yujun waved her hand, signaling that she was fine—after all, she'd get numb to the cold eventually.

The director called out, "All departments, get ready. Actors in position."

Ai Ya handed over a teacup. Fu Yujun lowered her head to spit out the ice cube, took off her padded coat, and with long strides, walked briskly and gracefully to the center of the set.

Clapper: "...Action!"

The wind howled fiercely, rattling the makeshift windbreak canopy.

.....

Suspended by a wire, Fu Yujun stood poised in the air on a tree branch, dressed in white robes, her black hair cascading like a waterfall, her posture light and elegant. In her hand, she held a three-foot-long sword, gleaming coldly. With the sunlight behind her, her face was obscured from view.

Ai Ya gazed up at Fu Yujun. Whether this scene was a retake or not, watching a beautiful person perform was always a delight.

Fu Yujun glided through the air, her qinggong [lightness skills] so divine they seemed almost supernatural, her white robes fluttering like a celestial being.

Though she was suspended by wires, from a distance, only a few glimmers of light were visible, which didn't detract from the beauty but instead made it even more enchanting.

Ai Ya sighed in awe, her eyes shifting from the sky to the ground as Fu Yujun landed. Clad in white with dark hair, her brows like distant mountains and lips like crimson, her expression was cold and detached, making her whole being resemble a sharp, unsheathed sword.

Feeling thrilled, Ai Ya wanted to share the moment with someone. Coincidentally, a crew member had been sitting nearby earlier. Ai Ya turned and said, "That shot was absolutely stunning! Don't you think..."

Her eyes suddenly widened, and her throat felt as if a feather had been forcibly stuffed into it, making her cough uncontrollably.

Guan Han calmly handed her a bottle of water.

Ai Ya took the water and hurriedly said, "Cough... Manager Guan... cough... What brings you here?"

Guan Han replied indifferently, "I was passing by on a business trip and decided to stop by."

"Okay." Ai Ya made a mental note to report this to Fu Yujun later.

Guan Han brought over a small stool and sat down. Ai Ya secretly observed her out of the corner of her eye. Hmm, she's been watching Sister Jun the whole time—this needs to be reported too.

The director, sitting behind the monitor with a megaphone, called out, "Cut."

Ai Ya grabbed the thick down jacket and rushed over, draping it over Fu Yujun. As she zipped it up, she whispered, "Manager Guan is here."

Fu Yujun responded with a questioning "Hmm?"

Ai Ya said, "She's sitting right there in the shelter where you rested earlier."

Fu Yujun's expression remained calm. "I see."

Ai Ya: "???"

What's going on now? Is Sister Jun not pursuing her anymore? Then, is all the intel she gathered still valuable?

Since Fu Yujun was suspended by wires and couldn't move easily, she glanced toward the shelter. The crowd blocked her view, and she could only see the top of someone's head. She withdrew her gaze and lowered her head to adjust the wires.

"When did she arrive?"

Ai Ya eagerly reported, "Just now, no more than ten minutes ago."

"What did she say?"

"I asked why she was here, and she said she was passing by on a business trip and decided to stop by." Ai Ya added, "Also, since she arrived, she's been watching you nonstop, without even blinking."

A slight smile touched Fu Yujun's lips.

"Well done. There's some chocolate in my room that a friend brought when they visited. You can have it later."

"Great!"

Ai Ya asked, "Should I go invite Manager Guan over?"

Fu Yujun chuckled lightly, "No need. She'll come over on her own."

Ai Ya wasn't entirely sure what was happening, but it seemed as though the two had swapped their roles in taking the initiative. Fu Yujun was like the legendary Jiang Taigong fishing by the river, using a straight hook—only the willing would take the bait.

Fu Yujun completed another take and stepped down from the set. Guan Han stood among the crowd, and Fu Yujun gave her a polite nod, which Guan Han returned with a slight bow of her head.

It didn't matter if she walked slowly or lacked unwavering resolve—what mattered was that she was moving toward herself.

After the fourth take, Guan Han held a thermal cup in her hand.

Fu Yujun took it with a smile and said, "Thank you."

She had been filming action scenes all day, which had drained her energy. Since it was inconvenient to sit while wearing a harness, she remained standing even during breaks, leaning one hand on Ai Ya's shoulder as she panted heavily.

Ai Ya, standing just under 160 cm, appeared petite next to Fu Yujun, who was 170 cm tall. As Fu Yujun leaned on her to rest, Ai Ya's small frame seemed to struggle under the weight, even bending slightly at the waist.

Without a word, Guan Han gently moved Ai Ya out from under Fu Yujun's hand and took her place as a human support.

Ai Ya whispered, "Thank you, Manager Guan."

Guan Han lifted her eyelids slightly and nodded.

With someone of similar height supporting her, Fu Yujun felt much more comfortable. She adjusted her position, half-nestling into Guan Han's embrace, her forehead resting against Guan Han's shoulder. Guan Han's fingers, hanging at her side, twitched slightly, and her arm lifted a little.

Just a little higher, and she could have wrapped her arms around her.

Fu Yujun watched with open eyes as Guan Han's arm rose halfway into the air, then slowly lowered again, remaining still.

Fu Yujun buried her face in the woman's neck, nuzzled gently, yawned, and closed her eyes to rest.

The crew's camera panned over, lingering on them for a few seconds before shifting away to another corner.

The cold wind blew fiercely. Fu Yujun, with her down jacket hood pulled up, rested her face against skin that radiated warmth. Since it was Saturday the day before, she had sent Guan Han a "car" [the er0tic fanfic] and stayed up late indulging in self-satisfaction. In such cozy warmth, her attempt to rest gradually turned into sleep.

As her body lost control and began to slide downward, Guan Han finally wrapped her arms gently around her waist.

Tilting her head slightly, Guan Han's lips faintly brushed against Fu Yujun's fragrant hair.

The crew called for the actors to prepare, but Fu Yujun remained motionless.

Her breathing was even and steady in Guan Han's ear.

Guan Han whispered softly, "Wake up."

Fu Yujun let out an unconscious murmur and lifted her head.

Guan Han was so close to her ear that as Fu Yujun raised her head, her lips brushed against something soft and tender.

In her dreams, she had cherished it, kissed it repeatedly, and lingered over it with fondness.

Guan Han froze completely.

In the past, physical contact with Fu Yujun had only evoked instinctive discomfort—restlessness, dryness in her mouth, and a sense of unease. But now, after experiencing the baptism of "For_Love_lf", her mind was flooded with vivid images.

A thirty-year-old woman, mature in every way. Even though Guan Han had never experienced it herself, based on her shopping experiences for Qin Yinong, she knew that such desires only grew stronger over time. Especially for someone like her, who hadn't properly relieved herself in thirty years, it was like a flood bursting a dam, a river overflowing—unstoppable.

As the saying goes: When an old house catches fire, it's beyond saving.

She was that old house, and Fu Yujun had tossed a single spark onto it, igniting a blaze.

Waiting only for the east wind, it was bound to spread like wildfire.

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