Seeing this, Mu Yanxi withdrew her hand and admired the sight of Yi Wulan reading.
As she watched, she gradually noticed that Yi Wulan hadn’t turned a page for a long time. She asked thoughtfully, “Yi Wulan, aren’t you going to eat? You should eat so you can go to bed early.”
“I’m not hungry.” Yi Wulan didn’t look up, merely turning a page. “Go to bed early once you’re done eating.”
Mu Yanxi shook her head. “No, I’ll wait for you.”
“Wait for me for what?”
Mu Yanxi propped her chin on her hand and said very seriously, “I’m afraid that after I fall asleep, you’ll sneak off to the side bedroom to sleep. I have to wait for you.”
Yi Wulan: …
With a snap, Yi Wulan closed the book, set it aside, and picked up a document. “I still have work to handle. Go to sleep by yourself.”
Mu Yanxi retorted, “You were reading for so long, and now you suddenly say you have work to do? Are you trying to fool a puppy?”
Yi Wulan replied casually, “Yes.”
Mu Yanxi: …
Mu Yanxi prided herself on never having lost an argument on Weibo, a peerless warrior against all the haters.
But whenever it came to Yi Wulan, she was always the one who ended up fuming.
Yi Wulan was the puppy. Yi Wulan was the biggest dog of all.
She was out of options. Magnanimously, she decided not to bicker with Yi Wulan and went back to eating the sweet fermented rice balls, which had finally cooled down a bit.
She didn’t know what special kind of fermented rice was used in this dish, but the mellow fragrance lingered between her lips and teeth. The scent of wine was like a tiny hook, pulling up Mu Yanxi’s memories of the last time she was drunk.
She licked her lips and stared with great interest at Yi Wulan’s mouth.
People are often like this. When something you’re usually too shy to touch is right in front of you but forbidden, your heart itches with an even greater desire to touch it.
In her past life, when she was by Yi Jingming’s side, even though nothing intimate ever happened between them, she never felt anything was wrong, let alone had the proactive thoughts she was having now.
But this time, she had changed many trajectories since her rebirth and had been gifted with a special ability. Seeing that Yi Wulan’s physical condition showed no signs of improving and that the rest of the Yi family was restless, Mu Yanxi, with her memories stirred by the scent of wine, was much bolder than usual.
“Yi Wulan.” Mu Yanxi stood up, dragged her chair over to Yi Wulan’s side, and coaxed, “Are you really not planning to sleep early? Sleeping early is good for your health.”
“Since when did I know Miss Mu was such a health enthusiast?” Yi Wulan put down her pen and tilted her head slightly. “The housekeeper told me that someone went up to the third floor to watch a movie at three in the morning.”
Mu Yanxi choked, not expecting Yi Wulan to know even that.
“I, I was just passing by.”
Yi Wulan nodded, neither confirming nor denying her belief, and simply advised, “Next time you go to the home theater upstairs, remember to turn on the lights. Don’t let the housekeeper mistake you for a thief.”
“I just didn’t want to disturb you, that’s all,” Mu Yanxi retorted, not to be outdone. “Besides, I’m picky about beds. I can’t fall asleep unless I’m in that specific bed.”
It was a perfect demonstration of being bold despite having no ground to stand on.
Yi Wulan thought for a moment. “Then you can move back to the house you lived in before, or you can have the bed moved here. Either is fine.”
“Who said I was picky about the bed from before we were married?” Mu Yanxi blinked. “The first night I slept here, which bed was it that I got used to, have you forgotten?”
Yi Wulan’s eyes faltered slightly. She had clearly also remembered how Mu Yanxi had crept into her bedroom on the very first night.
For the next few nights, the little ancestor seemed to be throwing a tantrum, sometimes coming, sometimes rebelling in various rooms on the second floor, all depending on her mood for the day.
“Why aren’t you saying anything? It seems you haven’t forgotten which bed I’m used to either.” Mu Yanxi sighed and hinted, “I have a lot of work commitments lately. I must get a good night’s rest.”
Gu Yan had once compiled a file for Yi Wulan about Mu Yanxi’s career in the entertainment industry. Every aspect of it indicated that the little ancestor’s schedule was not busy at all, to the point where she might not even be able to afford a single piece of clothing she liked after a month’s work.
She had no idea if Mu Yanxi’s claim of having a lot of work was true or false.
Yi Wulan rubbed her brow. “Then you can sleep in the master bedroom.”
“No, I want to wait for you.”
The topic had circled back again. Yi Wulan decided not to argue with Mu Yanxi anymore and picked up the Shuilin Fang document to look through it.
Mu Yanxi’s gaze followed, and after a few casual glances, she brought it up nonchalantly, “Yi Wulan, are you not satisfied with the original plan?”
“Yes.” Yi Wulan didn’t hide it and handed over the spare document she had given Mu Yanxi earlier. “How did you know?”
Mu Yanxi feigned a complaint, “A document that would make you abandon your beautiful new wife to look at it late at night must have some major problems.”
Yi Wulan ignored the first half of the sentence, flipped through a few pages for Mu Yanxi, and slowly explained:
“As an early-developed city, Yuncheng’s various resort resources have long been carved up. Since you and I are in this circle, we naturally understand that those members-only resorts rely on reputation and seniority, not some novel architecture.”
Mu Yanxi nodded in agreement. “My sister seems to choose negotiation venues based on the size of the project.”
Yi Wulan: “Shuilin Fang’s land area far exceeds other resorts. The prospects are huge, but so are the risks.”
Shuilin Fang was located in an undeveloped suburb and covered a vast area. To develop it into a first-class tourist resort, the initial investment would total nearly ten billion, and the risks involved were self-evident.
Mu Yanxi tilted her head and asked, “So how do you plan to change it?”
Yi Wulan’s fingertips tapped rhythmically on the document. Looking at the map of Shuilin Fang, she spoke slowly, “Change the positioning and target audience, and make it open to everyone.”
Mu Yanxi raised an eyebrow, not too surprised by this answer.
In her past life, the Shuilin Fang project had actually run into a snag midway.
To ensure sufficient returns later on, all bidders initially evaluated the project by positioning it in the high-end market. The person who had won the bid before but couldn’t afford it had done so, and this time, it was almost an unspoken rule among the bidders.
The more lavish the packaging and the bigger the gimmick, the more it would attract the upper class to sign up for memberships and spend money. Then, by adding iconic sports facilities like golf courses and horse ranches, there would be no worry about not making a profit.
In her past life, Yi Jingming had started construction this way. But halfway through, for some unknown reason, the news was leaked, and some internal pictures were marketed online.
At first, the pictures received unanimous praise online, so Yi Jingming didn’t pay much attention.
Unexpectedly, at the peak of its popularity, it was suddenly exposed that this was a private, members-only resort, not open to everyone. Only the rich and powerful could enter, which immediately ignited a firestorm of anti-rich sentiment online.
Countless people were filled with righteous indignation, causing Shuilin Fang’s reputation to plummet during its construction phase.
Later, through a deal that involved giving up shares, they secured a partnership with the government. It was nominally brought under state ownership, and only then did the online boycott subside.
But this also caused the original profits to shrink considerably.
Fortunately, after its reputation was restored, countless internet celebrities came to check in, and the number of tourists increased endlessly. This even boosted the popularity of the specially built resort villas nearby, with prices soaring to rival those of seaside villas in other parts of Yuncheng.
Shuilin Fang’s quarterly revenue was over two billion, with profits exceeding any private members-only resort in Yuncheng.
It was considered a success story.
Yi Jingming, the protagonist, thus reached the first peak of his career. This twist was the initial trial the novel gave to the protagonist, Yi Jingming, to highlight his calm and collected business acumen in a crisis.
But in the last life, this transformation was actually proposed by Mu Yanxi, who had used a loan from Xinyu as leverage to force Yi Jingming to change it. However, for a small cannon fodder character like her, it was nothing for her contribution to be credited to the protagonist.
Mu Yanxi came back to her senses, yawned, and casually chimed in, “When private resorts first became popular years ago, providing more private services to the upper-class circle really reaped the benefits. But now there are more and more of these members-only resorts. My bag is so full of membership cards I can’t even fit them all. Who cares what special features they have?”
Yi Wulan paused in her page-turning. After hearing Mu Yanxi’s words, her earlier suspicions were confirmed. “That is indeed the case.”
“Anyway, the place is so big, just add some more attractive entertainment facilities. Your Rongjia Group is in the internet business to begin with, with so many subsidiary platforms under it. It would be a waste not to use them.”
“What do you think I should do?”
“How would someone like me, who only knows how to eat, drink, and have fun, know? Don’t you already have a decision?” Mu Yanxi slowly met Yi Wulan’s gaze.
It wasn’t the first time the two had discussed business, and there was a certain unspoken understanding in their eyes.
After speaking, Mu Yanxi’s mouth didn’t stop, and she started eating again.
It wasn’t until the bowl was empty that she turned back and noticed Yi Wulan’s brow was still furrowed.
Mu Yanxi was a little confused. “Is there still a problem somewhere?”
After a long moment, Yi Wulan finally turned her head. “But before, you said you wanted it.”
Mu Yanxi froze, then let out a laugh.
That’s right. With Yi Wulan’s eye for selecting projects, how could she not have considered these points before?
Before Yi Wulan went to bid, the budget she took was still for a private, high-end resort. The deeper meaning was self-evident.
“Before was before.” Mu Yanxi reached out, took Yi Wulan’s untouched bowl of sweet fermented rice balls, and scooped up a spoonful. “Can’t I suddenly want to make money now?”
The plump little dumpling rested in the white ceramic, petal-shaped spoon. Just as it was about to be offered to Yi Wulan, those slender, fair fingers changed direction, moving toward their owner, who took it in one bite.
Yi Wulan’s gaze unconsciously followed the movement of Mu Yanxi’s fingers, unable to tell if she was intoxicated by the wine in the fermented rice or captivated by the hands under the light.
As the red lips closed around the plump little dumpling, the tip of a bright red tongue swept over it.
In a daze, it was as if she herself had become that dumpling…
“Yi Wulan, you won’t blame me, will you?”
A clear voice pulled Yi Wulan back to her senses. Seeing Mu Yanxi’s gluttonous look, a smile couldn’t help but appear on her lips. “I won’t.”
She didn’t specify whether she was blaming Mu Yanxi for eating her portion of the sweet fermented rice balls, or for changing Shuilin Fang’s original plan.
After taking a bite, Mu Yanxi openly took the opened packet of powdered sugar, poured it into the bowl, stirred it, and took another bite, squinting her eyes in contentment. “Do you want a bite?”
The last wisps of steam rising from the warm bowl misted her eyes, making her look hazy and captivating.
Yi Wulan averted her gaze.
Mu Yanxi continued her sales pitch, “But this is really delicious.”
“Since you’re willing to change the plan, I have to repay you somehow, right?”
“Yi Wulan, you’re not disgusted with me, are you?”
“…”
Mu Yanxi chattered on for a long time, until the bowl was almost empty, until even she felt she was being a bit noisy, before she reluctantly stopped.
Just then, the air conditioner blew down again, and a strand of Yi Wulan’s long hair was lifted by the breeze, landing right in Mu Yanxi’s palm.
Without thinking, Mu Yanxi grasped it.
But the next second, a soft chuckle suddenly sounded by her ear.
Mu Yanxi’s hand trembled, and the strand of hair slipped away.
Like a child caught doing something bad.
She wanted to cover it up desperately, to pretend nothing had happened.
But the person beside her gave her no chance, her tone tinged with amusement. “Why aren’t you talking anymore?”
“Protecting my throat.” Mu Yanxi lifted her chin expressionlessly, putting on a noble and aloof air.
But the hand that had just held the hair had already curled up involuntarily.
Yi Wulan had clearly heard everything she had just said but had deliberately ignored her, waiting until she couldn’t stand it anymore to respond.
Too wicked.
Mu Yanxi stood up, completely forgetting the little moral baseline in her heart. She snatched the document from Yi Wulan’s hand, closed it, and pushed Yi Wulan’s wheelchair toward the door. “It’s getting late. Time for bed.”
Yi Wulan reached out to press the brake button on the wheelchair, but was interrupted by Mu Yanxi from behind. “Don’t press it.”
Her voice was faint, tinged with complaint.
Clearly, she was still angry from before.
Yi Wulan’s body was inconvenient, so she let Mu Yanxi have her way.
Besides, even if she didn’t comply, the little ancestor would always find a way to get what she wanted.
Both of them had already showered, so they could go straight to bed upon returning to the bedroom.
Yi Wulan was someone who liked to do everything herself. Even now with her inconvenient legs, she tried her best to manage on her own. As a result, the highly-paid advanced caregiver she had hired was relegated to the most basic role of a cleaning lady in the house.
Mu Yanxi had originally planned to stand aside and wait for Yi Wulan to get into bed herself.
But thinking about how Yi Wulan had deliberately ignored her in the study just now, a mischievous thought suddenly arose. Dragging her slippers, she took a few steps to block Yi Wulan’s path. “Yi Wulan, how about I carry you?”
Yi Wulan was taken aback. “What did you say?”
Mu Yanxi cleared her throat, full of anticipation. “Let me carry you to bed.”
Yi Wulan’s expression was indescribable. She looked at Mu Yanxi’s arms. “I don’t want to go to the hospital.”
“Oh, I’m very strong. Don’t be so superficial and just look at the surface,” Mu Yanxi insisted, taking advantage of Yi Wulan’s immobility to try and lift her. “I promise I won’t drop you.”
Yi Wulan quickly maneuvered the wheelchair backward to dodge, but Mu Yanxi didn’t stop her advance at all.
After a bit of back and forth, Mu Yanxi was so tired that strands of her hair stuck to the side of her neck. Not only had she failed to lift Yi Wulan, but she was also half-dead from exhaustion.
With her last bit of strength, she seized a moment when Yi Wulan wasn’t paying attention and lunged forward.
Unexpectedly, Yi Wulan’s hand brushed against a button on the wheelchair’s control panel, and it slid forward again.
“Oof…” The top of Mu Yanxi’s foot, near her ankle, was at just the wrong angle and got scraped, taking off a good bit of skin.
Mu Yanxi fell onto the bed in a disheveled heap.
For a moment, Yi Wulan gripped the armrests of her wheelchair, not daring to move again.
Mu Yanxi sat on the bed with her knee bent. The scraped skin on the wound grew redder and redder as time passed.
The wound on the top of her foot was near her ankle, a long gash that stretched from one side of her foot to the other, looking quite shocking. Beside it was a red string she wore around her ankle, adorned with three gems of different colors.
It was a lucky charm she had gotten blessed at a temple before her last trip to see the aurora.
But at this moment, the few gems dangled over the red mark, making it look as if she were an exquisite creature imprisoned somewhere, deliberately locked in shackles.
Yi Wulan hastily averted her gaze. “I-I’ll go get you some medicine.”
Mu Yanxi was oblivious to this. Without looking up, she added, “And get some plastic wrap.”
Yi Wulan’s wheelchair stopped. She confirmed again, “Plastic wrap?”
Mu Yanxi mumbled an affirmation, “Yes, I have a use for it.”
“Alright.”
A few minutes later, Mu Yanxi heard Yi Wulan return and immediately sat up on the bed, intending to take the first-aid kit.
Unexpectedly, after putting down the kit, Yi Wulan reached out and took hold of her foot.
The sole of Mu Yanxi’s foot was already sensitive. Now, with Yi Wulan’s palm against it, she froze completely. “You…”
Yi Wulan looked up, puzzled. Just as she was about to ask if the wound hurt, she felt the jade-like foot in her palm try to retract. It slipped from her grasp and brushed against her knee.
Yi Wulan stiffly lowered her head to look at her own hand, then looked up at Mu Yanxi’s terrified and indignant eyes.
Instantly, she froze as well.
Yi Wulan’s hand hovered in mid-air, unsure how to react. She just wanted to help Mu Yanxi apply some medicine, but she didn’t expect…
Mortified, Mu Yanxi pulled her foot back, clumsily trying to cover the wound with the hem of her already short skirt.
Her once clear mind felt as if it had been stirred into a messy paste by the hand that had just held her ankle.
For a moment, she didn’t know whether to scold Yi Wulan first or treat the wound on her foot.
An awkward atmosphere filled the air. The two of them were as still as statues, neither saying a word.
A few seconds later, Mu Yanxi finally moved. Covering her foot, she slowly shuffled to the other side of the bed, then curled herself into a ball under the covers before daring to peek out at Yi Wulan.
By now, Yi Wulan had also belatedly realized what had just happened. Her body stiff, she met Mu Yanxi’s gaze and prepared to use the wheelchair’s control panel to leave. “It’s getting late. You can apply the medicine yourself. I’ll sleep next door.”
Mu Yanxi watched for a while, until Yi Wulan was almost out of sight, before she slowly spoke, “Come back.”
Yi Wulan’s wheelchair indeed stopped and turned back. “What is it?”
Mu Yanxi beckoned, her face full of grievance. “Come here.”
Yi Wulan thought it was because of the wound, so she moved closer, stopping only when her knees touched the edge of the bed.
Mu Yanxi hugged a pillow, looking like a contented little fox. She blinked. “My foot, was it nice to touch?”
Yi Wulan’s lips pressed together tightly. She wanted to defend herself but didn’t know what to say.
She mentally rehearsed her words for a long time but was still defeated.
After all, she was the one who had reached out and touched it first. Even if she explained it was to apply medicine, with Mu Yanxi’s personality, she would probably refute it quickly.
Finding Yi Wulan’s reaction quite novel, the shame Mu Yanxi had felt earlier slowly dissipated, and her usual unrestrained demeanor instantly returned.
She patted the empty half of the bed beside her and winked at Yi Wulan. “What’s the point of going next door? Isn’t it nice to sleep together?”
“I’ll disturb…”
Before Yi Wulan could finish, Mu Yanxi cut her off, her tone rather resentful, “Your wheelchair injured me. Shouldn’t you be responsible for taking care of me tonight?”
Now, Yi Wulan was stuck. Leaving was not an option, and neither was staying.
After hesitating for a long time, she pressed the wheelchair’s control button, retreated to the bedside, and was halfway through getting onto the bed when Mu Yanxi, who had crawled over, hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her onto the bed.
Mu Yanxi was the type of person whose shamelessness depended on the other person.
If someone else was completely serious, she would feel mortified for doing something even slightly out of line.
But if the other person acted more embarrassed than she did, then no matter how embarrassed she was, she wouldn’t be embarrassed anymore.
Seeing Yi Wulan’s entire being radiating hesitation and resistance, like a maiden being bullied, she desperately suppressed the corners of her mouth to keep from smiling.
But after holding back her laughter for so long, her shoulders couldn’t help but tremble.
When Yi Wulan looked over, she covered it up with a few uncontrollable coughs to hide her schadenfreude.
Once her mischievous nature took over, Mu Yanxi decided not to be coy about covering her ankle anymore. Instead, she threw off the covers and extended the tip of her foot to hook Yi Wulan’s thigh.
Lying on her side, she smiled sweetly and called out, “Yi Wulan.”
Yi Wulan’s legs were not completely without feeling; the nerves in her thighs were mostly intact.
At this moment, that injured foot wrapped around her thigh like a slippery, nimble snake, constantly and restlessly sliding around.
Yi Wulan wanted to move it away, but when she looked down, the originally red scrape had already started to turn into a bruise, creating a stark contrast with her fair skin.
It looked like the aftermath of some intense, bondage-style play.
This made Yi Wulan even more afraid to move, for fear of hurting Mu Yanxi.
For once, her voice wasn’t cold. As if to make amends, she coaxed patiently, “Why don’t you apply the medicine yourself first?”
Mu Yanxi’s eyes were full of mischief as she looked at Yi Wulan. She nodded, but then deliberately said, “I don’t know how. Can you help me apply it?”
Yi Wulan’s gaze was already unwilling to linger on Mu Yanxi’s ankle. After Mu Yanxi’s words, she simply closed her eyes.
Mu Yanxi lay languidly on the bed, the tip of her foot hooking Yi Wulan’s inner thigh from time to time. Her upturned fox-like eyes narrowed slightly, carrying a seductive charm she herself was unaware of.
“Hmm?” Seeing Yi Wulan’s unresponsive demeanor, Mu Yanxi found it even more amusing.
Taking advantage of her injured foot, she pointed her toes slightly and slid them further up Yi Wulan’s thigh, toward the inside, teasing Yi Wulan so much that she almost retreated off the bed.
Mu Yanxi promptly grabbed Yi Wulan’s arm and urged again, “Yi Wulan, it hurts.”
“Can you help me rub some on, please?”
“Look, it’s already bruised. It hurts so much.”
Her voice grew softer and more coquettish with each word, the ends of her sentences drawn out longer and more melodiously, breaking through Yi Wulan’s defenses time and time again.
If it were the usual Yi Wulan, she would have calmly handed over the first-aid kit and let Mu Yanxi deal with it herself.
This time, perhaps because it was too late, or because she genuinely felt guilty, Yi Wulan pursed her lips and thought for a few seconds before nodding lightly. “Alright.”
This time, it was Mu Yanxi whose smile froze on her lips.
Mu Yanxi had been spoiled since childhood and had always done as she pleased, firmly holding the reins of control in her own hands.
But after getting injured just now, the fact that she had blushed from Yi Wulan touching her ankle seemed to have triggered her competitive spirit, making her feel greatly humiliated.
Therefore, she had to make Yi Wulan pay it back double, to make her ‘blush’ in return.
Yi Wulan wanted to apply medicine for her? Fine, she would let her.
She didn’t believe that Yi Wulan, who usually got flustered after just a few words, would actually dare to lay hands on her again after all her teasing.
Mu Yanxi had laid a lot of groundwork, using her injured foot to tease Yi Wulan’s leg to the utmost, all to make Yi Wulan get angry and scold her for being shameless.
It seemed only then would Mu Yanxi’s intense competitiveness and fragile self-esteem be soothed.
But Mu Yanxi had calculated everything, thinking she had considered all aspects, yet she never expected that Yi Wulan would actually intend to help her apply the medicine again.
Mu Yanxi stared blankly at Yi Wulan, initially thinking she had misheard, or that Yi Wulan had misheard her.
She clung to that last shred of hope, wishing to see Yi Wulan give up halfway and awkwardly retreat to her wheelchair to escape. Then she could find another reason to call Yi Wulan back, which would count as winning a round.
However, the next second, Yi Wulan expressionlessly took hold of her foot, lifted it gently, and began to slowly and carefully examine the wound on the top of her foot.
Mu Yanxi: …
That gaze was clearly focused entirely on Mu Yanxi’s ankle, yet Mu Yanxi’s cheeks burned for no reason.
Mu Yanxi stared at Yi Wulan in astonishment, even her plump toes trembling slightly, unable to stop themselves from curling up.
The lucky gems hanging above her ankle were pushed to the back by Yi Wulan. As the gems collided, they made a faint sound.
Mu Yanxi remembered that when she had gone to the temple to have it blessed, other people’s bracelets had little bells hanging from them.
She was in a hurry at the time, so she didn’t add any to hers.
Thinking back now, it was a good thing she hadn’t chosen one with bells, otherwise they would be ringing nonstop right now.
But this was, after all, the consequence of her own teasing. Having come this far, no matter how unbearable it was, Mu Yanxi had to force herself to endure it.
But Yi Wulan’s movements became increasingly gentle, as if afraid of hurting her. The single step of disinfecting the wound alone took who knows how many minutes.
After the top of Mu Yanxi’s foot finally endured the disinfection, she saw Yi Wulan take out several bottles and jars from the first-aid kit, with no idea how many she intended to use…
Yi Wulan’s cool palm brushed against Mu Yanxi’s foot again and again. The already sensitive sole became increasingly unable to bear it and wanted to shrink back.
But Yi Wulan thought she had hurt the wound, so while holding her still, she applied the medicine even more gently.
Mu Yanxi took a deep breath, feeling the tingling numbness spread from her foot, slowly permeating her entire body. It made her uncontrollably raise a hand to cover her lips, forcibly swallowing her soft gasps.
The itchiness on the sole of her foot made Mu Yanxi’s eyes well up, but she could only endure it, panting softly, terrified that Yi Wulan would notice something was amiss.
Mu Yanxi waited and waited, feeling as if time had stood still, with no end to her torment in sight.
After who knows how long, Yi Wulan finally finished applying the medicine. “Alright, don’t move around for now, in case the medicine rubs off on the quilt.”
Yi Wulan thought she was atoning for what her wheelchair wheel had done, but she had no idea that her actions just now were far more egregious than that wheel.
She didn’t look at Mu Yanxi’s expression. Just as she was about to put away the first-aid kit, her palm was unexpectedly kicked by a foot.
Yi Wulan looked up, a hint of confusion in her eyes.
Mu Yanxi didn’t care what Yi Wulan was thinking, nor did she intend to explain anything.
Having been taken advantage of so thoroughly by Yi Wulan without being able to say it out loud, she could only kick the person away, then flip over to face away from Yi Wulan, curling herself into a ball.
She tried her best to prevent Yi Wulan from discovering her flushed cheeks.
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