Mu Yanxi slammed the door with a flourish, but after her shower, driven by a humanitarian spirit of therapeutic dedication, she tiptoed to Yi Wulan’s room.
The curtains in the room were half-drawn. The cool moonlight outside shone through the glass window onto the carpet, barely bringing a bit of light to the dim room.
Mu Yanxi noticed that Yi Wulan didn’t seem to mind the light when she slept. Even when they had just moved in, Yi Wulan would occasionally suffer from dizziness and headaches, aftereffects of the car accident, but despite her poor sleep quality, she never seemed to care much.
Both came from good families, yet Yi Wulan was sometimes truly neglectful of herself, living like a heartless money-making machine. Her health was clearly terrible, yet she remained so dedicated to her work.
Mu Yanxi sighed, took the remote control, and closed the curtains without making a sound.
She walked lightly to the bedside, watched Yi Wulan for a moment, then bent down and placed her fingers on both sides of Yi Wulan’s forehead, channeling a few gentle streams of her ability into Yi Wulan’s mind.
Under the covers, Yi Wulan’s hands slowly curled into fists as she tried her best to maintain the appearance of being asleep.
Nowadays, Yi Wulan’s tolerance for Mu Yanxi’s ability was getting higher and higher.
In the past, just a small amount of the ability would trigger Yi Wulan’s body’s protective mechanism, causing her to quickly fall into a deep, absorptive sleep. But that was no longer a certainty.
At least, not until Mu Yanxi’s ability grew stronger.
Yi Wulan’s body had grown increasingly accustomed to receiving the ability through the exchange of bodily fluids, and it responded even better to simple physical contact. Mu Yanxi was unaware of this and, self-assuredly, stopped the transfer after a minute.
Although Mu Yanxi hadn’t yet determined if her feelings for Yi Wulan were love, it didn’t stop her from naturally treating Yi Wulan as her possession.
Thus, the plastic wrap, which had finally served some purpose before its expiration, was once again tossed into a corner.
Mu Yanxi released her hands. Aided by the faint moonlight, she audaciously mimicked a scene from a movie, using her fingertips to pinch Yi Wulan’s chin. She looked down at her for a while, feeling an increasing sense of accomplishment the longer she looked.
Only then did she finally lean down and press herself against her.
Soft strands of hair touched the hollow of Yi Wulan’s neck, brushing lightly over her collarbone and tangling with her own hair. When that familiar softness pressed against her lips, Yi Wulan’s eyelashes, hidden in the darkness, finally couldn’t help but tremble slightly.
Her lips were easily parted, and Yi Wulan’s hands, hidden under the covers, finally couldn’t resist the urge to move.
But the next second, her brain, which had only been awake for a few moments after being roused by Mu Yanxi, was once again overcome with drowsiness.
Yi Wulan’s body slowly relaxed, sinking back into a deep sleep…
For many days after, Mu Yanxi did not sleep in the master bedroom.
She controlled her return time to just after ten o’clock at night, so she could shower and go straight to bed, avoiding contact with Yi Wulan. Then, in the middle of the night, she would sneak into Yi Wulan’s room to transfer her ability.
She repeated the same routine every night. Yi Wulan’s legs had gradually healed; aside from standing for long periods, she was no different from a normal person. Mu Yanxi also focused the ability transfer on Yi Wulan’s brain, and the barrier there that hindered the ability’s healing effects was growing thinner.
Based on her experience healing the legs, once that barrier disappeared, her ability could truly affect the injured area in Yi Wulan’s brain. At that point, she could roughly determine if surgery was possible based on the ability’s feedback.
Her ability had shown no signs of leveling up for nearly two months. Fortunately, in her previous life, Yi Wulan’s brain injury hadn’t acted up before she died, so there should still be plenty of time in this life.
Let’s take it slow.
While Mu Yanxi had relaxed, Yi Wulan’s expression grew gloomier by the day. Yi Wulan was skilled at hiding her emotions; no matter how unhappy she was, she wouldn’t show it. One could only vaguely judge her mood by her increasingly stern facial expression.
Yi Wulan wanted to ask Mu Yanxi about it, but she didn’t know what to say.
After all, it wasn’t that Mu Yanxi was ignoring her, just that she wasn’t as intimate. But then again, it wasn’t a complete lack of intimacy either; it was just that the endearments in her words had vanished.
If judged by the degree of intimacy, Mu Yanxi’s act of kissing her while she slept was far more intimate than when they had previously slept in the same bed.
Sometimes Yi Wulan would groggily sense Mu Yanxi entering her room. Other times, she would feel Mu Yanxi in her dreams. Once, she even heard the sound of the door closing as Mu Yanxi left.
Many times, Yi Wulan wanted to expose Mu Yanxi, but she always forced herself to hold back.
During this period, Mu Yanxi was very busy with work, returning late almost every day. The two of them barely exchanged a few words.
If her calling it out scared Mu Yanxi away… Yi Wulan was genuinely afraid that Mu Yanxi wouldn’t even come home anymore.
When this thought occurred to her, even Yi Wulan herself was stunned.
She had always been used to living alone. The housekeeper was hired for convenience after the car accident, and after her leg healed, she was kept on because Mu Yanxi liked her cooking.
When they first got married, Mu Yanxi would throw tantrums and stay out for ten days or half a month, fooling around. Besides worrying about her safety, Yi Wulan didn’t have any other thoughts.
But now, the mere thought of this possibility made Yi Wulan instinctively recoil.
She didn’t know when it started, but the little ancestor had become an indispensable part of this home.
The following week, Mu Yanxi was busy with her schedule.
Her manager had gotten her a role in a costume drama called 《Peach Blossom Debt》. Although she was the third female lead, the production team was excellent.
Mu Yanxi’s character was likable—a little princess who had been doted on since childhood. It was practically typecasting and not very difficult for her.
The only obstacle was that she was too beautiful and could easily steal the female lead’s thunder.
Just her debut scene today had stunned everyone on set.
The army of Prince Qi returned victorious, and the little princess played by Mu Yanxi met the most stunning person at the most beautiful age.
The little princess’s grandfather had fought alongside the emperor on the battlefield and was enfeoffed as a first-rank Duke Who Protects the Nation. Coming from a family of military generals, the little princess was naturally not as prim and proper as an ordinary lady from the inner chambers.
On the bustling and beautiful Chang’an Street, a young woman in red rode past on horseback, her robes fluttering. At the city gate, Prince Qi’s army finally entered the city, their orderly footsteps echoing through the streets. The little princess heard the sound and looked back, and that one glance sealed her fate for a lifetime.
The filming of the costume drama 《Peach Blossom Debt》 was urgent because the original third female lead had just been blacklisted due to tax issues, which had slightly damaged the production’s reputation.
Mu Yanxi’s audition was a perfect fit for the role. Coupled with her recent positive image among netizens, the directing team, after careful consideration, decided to cast her.
At a little past three in the afternoon, after finishing her scenes for the day, Mu Yanxi returned to the nanny van and eagerly asked her manager for her phone.
Seeing her looking at her phone so frequently lately, her manager couldn’t help but tease, “Why are you on your phone every day recently?”
Mu Yanxi shot her a speechless glance. Since when was it just recently? She had always loved looking at her phone, okay?
Was it because she had been “accidentally” liking things on Weibo less often and arguing with anti-fans less frequently, and her manager thought her job was too easy?
As if knowing what Mu Yanxi was thinking, the manager’s next sentence was, “Waiting for a message from your lover?”
The little assistant next to them also chimed in, “Teacher Mu, your relationship is so good! It’s like something that only exists in novels, right?”
Mu Yanxi froze, suddenly remembering how she had tricked the little assistant into thinking she was a kept woman. When she turned to look at the assistant, the other’s eyes were indeed filled with a ‘Oh my god, is this the epic love story of a domineering president falling for a little starlet?’ ship-goggling expression.
Mu Yanxi stiffly turned her face away, refusing to communicate.
And to be honest, Yi Wulan hadn’t contacted her in 23 hours.
Mu Yanxi switched to Yi Wulan’s WeChat page to confirm. It was indeed 23 hours. The last message was from yesterday when Yi Wulan asked if she wanted to go out for dinner.
But the next second, the smile on Mu Yanxi’s lips froze.
Why did she know so clearly when Yi Wulan’s last message was sent before she even opened WeChat?
Mu Yanxi shut off her phone screen with a snap.
Only then did she realize that she really was checking her phone a bit too frequently.
And here she was, feeling a little guilty for giving Yi Wulan the cold shoulder these past few days. And this was Yi Wulan’s attitude?
This is it? Really?
The person who secretly gave her an island and brought a team of lawyers to clean up her messes in her past life must have been someone else, right? And the one who gave her warmth during her adolescence was definitely not the Yi Wulan on her household register, right?
Not even a face-changing master was as fickle as Yi Wulan.
The more Mu Yanxi thought about it, the angrier she got. She let out a cold laugh at the scenery outside the car window.
The car moved slowly along the road. With the arrival of October, the temperature in Yuncheng had begun to drop sharply. A few wisps of cool wind blew in through the not-quite-closed window, making Mu Yanxi shiver.
The manager took a jacket from the back seat and draped it over Mu Yanxi. Just then, she noticed something on the seat and said in surprise, “Did fans give you something again today?”
Mu Yanxi let out an “ah,” feeling a bit guilty. “Yeah, you weren’t around at the time.”
The little assistant at her side came to her rescue. “Yeah, Sister Ling. Fans have been visiting the set often these past two days. Is Teacher Mu about to get famous?”
“When has your Teacher Mu not been famous?” the manager said, looking at Mu Yanxi teasingly. “Teacher Mu is quite well-known on Weibo. Her number of active fans can crush many second-tier stars, right, Teacher Mu?”
Right. Mu Yanxi had eight million followers on Weibo. Seven million seven hundred thousand of them were bought by her manager to pad the numbers, a few tens of thousands were gained from trending recently, and the rest were anti-fans who had accumulated over two years, loving to hate her.
That group of anti-fans had such strong fighting power that the traffic from one of her Weibo posts could indeed surpass that of many second-tier stars.
Mu Yanxi seemingly pointed to a box at random. “Let me see that one.”
The little assistant handed it to her. Inside the opened box was a bracelet. It fit Mu Yanxi’s wrist perfectly, a clear sign that someone had been observing her carefully.
During this time, although Yi Wulan hadn’t said much, she had, for some unknown reason, started sending gifts one after another. The items weren’t all expensive, ranging from small pieces of jewelry worth tens of thousands to over a million, and they never stopped coming.
The bodyguards never missed a day, making trip after trip to the film set, but Yi Wulan herself never once came.
It really gave Mu Yanxi the illusion that she was a kept woman.
As the saying goes, one’s hand softens when taking gifts. Since she finished work early today, Mu Yanxi’s conscience finally kicked in, and she decided to condescend to visit the hardworking Yi Wulan.
Mu Yanxi casually gave the driver the address of a landmark near Rongjia and then sent a message to Yi Wulan: 【In the office?】
Yi Wulan kept her work and personal WeChat accounts separate. She rarely chatted with people, so her personal WeChat was almost exclusively for replying to Mu Yanxi. As long as she wasn’t busy with work, her replies were always fast.
Yi Wulan replied after three minutes: 【In a meeting】
Mu Yanxi: 【Oh, then I’ll go to Xinyu to find my sister】
This time, the reply came back quickly: 【I’m almost done】
【Come over】
【Should I pick you up?】
Mu Yanxi looked at the messages with satisfaction. 【No need, I can go up myself】
Nearing four o’clock, Mu Yanxi used her fingerprint to access the private elevator and went up to the top floor of Rongjia.
The elevator doors opened, and Mu Yanxi came face to face with Gu Yan, who was waiting for the elevator. Thinking about Rongjia Entertainment, she greeted him casually, “Are you guys done with your meeting?”
“We just finished. President Yi is waiting for you inside.”
Mu Yanxi smiled. “No need, I remember the way.”
On the way to the office, Mu Yanxi deliberately took off the bracelet Yi Wulan had sent her and put on another one.
Perhaps Yi Wulan had given special instructions, because the secretary outside the president’s office didn’t stop her. Mu Yanxi entered the office smoothly.
In the office, Yi Wulan sat upright at her desk holding a document, wearing a ‘I’m very busy, so if you have something to say, say it quickly’ expression.
Mu Yanxi walked to the seat opposite Yi Wulan and sat down. On the desk was a glass of warm milk and a plate of exquisitely arranged fruit. It was obvious who had prepared them.
Yi Wulan’s gaze finally moved from the document. “Is something wrong?”
“Actually, there is something.” Mu Yanxi leaned forward, half-lying on the desk, the corner of her eye twitching slightly. “As you know, my fanbase has grown, and fans give me gifts every day. I was thinking of finding a room at home to store things.”
Yi Wulan frowned. “A lot of people give you gifts?”
Noticing Yi Wulan’s change in expression, Mu Yanxi suppressed a laugh. “Yeah. At first, my manager held onto them for me, but I feel that since they’re from the fans, I should store them properly at home and savor their affection for me from time to time.”
After speaking, Mu Yanxi deliberately shook her left hand. “Look, a fan gave me this today, too. I thought it matched my outfit, so I put it on. Doesn’t it look good?”
The fan, Yi Wulan, looked strangely at the bracelet on Mu Yanxi’s wrist—one she hadn’t sent. She stared for several seconds before, under Mu Yanxi’s gaze, forcing out an “Mm.”
Mu Yanxi was satisfied. She took a sip of milk and asked again, “You still haven’t answered me. Can I find a room on the fourth floor to pile up the gifts?”
Yi Wulan was puzzled. “When have I ever objected to you renovating the rooms upstairs?”
Mu Yanxi said pointedly, “President Yi and I are only in a marriage of convenience. I was ignorant when we first got married, but now that I’ve come to my senses, I naturally can’t be too willful and cause you trouble.”
Yi Wulan: … “You, you don’t have to be like this.”
“That won’t do.” Mu Yanxi refused with great understanding. “You’re the owner of the house. I have to get your permission for any renovations.”
Yi Wulan was at a loss. “Fine,” she said helplessly. “You can change whatever you want.”
“That’s good.” Mu Yanxi put down the milk tea she had sipped from and stood up. “Then I’ll go back and pick a room for my fans’ love. You keep busy. I’m leaving.”
With that, she turned and left without a hint of reluctance.
After being treated to this departing back for several days, Yi Wulan finally couldn’t take it anymore and stood up. “Yanxi!”
Mu Yanxi stopped, trying hard to suppress the corners of her lips from turning up. She looked back in confusion. “What is it? Is there something else?”
“Shangyu Private Kitchen has a new chef. I heard his skills are excellent. Do you want to go try it?”
Yi Wulan’s tone was still calm, but her eyes were fixed on Mu Yanxi without blinking, as if she was afraid of being rejected.
“Shangyu Private Kitchen, huh.” Mu Yanxi studied Yi Wulan’s expression and deliberately frowned. “They have a new chef? I remember their food being very average last time.”
Yi Wulan paused for a moment. “Then we can also go to that place you mentioned last time…”
“Let’s just go to Shangyu.” Having enjoyed Yi Wulan’s expression enough, Mu Yanxi finally stopped making things difficult. “Bai Yu’an also mentioned to me a couple of days ago that their new dishes are good.”
Just then, there was a knock on the office door.
After receiving permission, Gu Yan walked in and said something to Yi Wulan while holding a document.
“You go wait for me outside, I’ll be right there.” After speaking to Gu Yan, Yi Wulan walked over to Mu Yanxi. “I have another meeting. I’ll try my best to be back before dinner. Can you wait for me for a little while?”
It was indeed still early, and Mu Yanxi didn’t want to affect Yi Wulan’s work, so she nodded readily. “Go ahead, I’ll wait for you here.”
As Yi Wulan walked to the door, she didn’t forget to add, “If you get hungry, have some fruit. The ones on the table were just bought.”
Mu Yanxi smiled and urged her, “Hurry up and go.”
The office door closed, and the room returned to silence.
Taking advantage of the empty office and the fact that no one outside would barge in, Mu Yanxi unceremoniously took the fruit platter and half-lay on the sofa, munching on cherries one by one.
After spending most of the day on set, Mu Yanxi started to feel drowsy within a few minutes.
As the weather grew cooler, the sun set much earlier. A few wisps of cool wind blew in through the not-quite-closed window. Mu Yanxi curled up, and her feet, which had been on the floor, were now also tucked up on the sofa.
A problem had arisen with an energy project. Even though Yi Wulan rushed things along, the meeting still lasted until after six o’clock.
When Yi Wulan returned to her office after the meeting, the sky outside had already completely darkened.
The office was very quiet. If she hadn’t asked the secretary before coming in, she might have thought Mu Yanxi had already left.
It wasn’t until her gaze swept over the sofa that she noticed Mu Yanxi had taken off her jacket and was lying on her side, seemingly asleep.
Yi Wulan put down the document in her hand and walked over cautiously. “Yanxi?”
Mu Yanxi didn’t respond, looking like she was fast asleep.
Yi Wulan sat gently on the edge of the sofa, gazing at Mu Yanxi’s sleeping face with her eyes closed. After a while, she reached out and tucked a strand of hair away from Mu Yanxi’s cheek.
Just like what Mu Yanxi had been doing in her room every night recently.
Mu Yanxi had always thought Yi Wulan had a very peculiar scent.
It was like vast white snow covering the peak of a mountain, carrying the cool fragrance of winter plum wood—chilly and distant. But the longer one smelled it, the more intoxicating it became, seeming to carry a hint of sweetness.
In truth, Mu Yanxi had woken up the moment Yi Wulan entered. She wanted to see Yi Wulan’s reaction, so she pretended to be asleep.
When the ends of her hair brushed against her collarbone due to Yi Wulan’s movement, bringing a ticklish sensation, Mu Yanxi finally couldn’t help but let out a soft hum.
To cover it up, she mumbled, “Itchy.”
Yi Wulan’s hand froze instantly, hovering in mid-air, afraid to move.
Satisfied, Mu Yanxi shifted forward. Her hand touched the fabric at Yi Wulan’s waist, grabbing it a couple of times before brazenly wrapping around Yi Wulan’s waist, just like how she loved to hug a pillow when she slept.
Yi Wulan didn’t suspect anything, but the upper half of her body, now being hugged, clearly became even more rigid.
Mu Yanxi’s thick eyelashes trembled slightly. She deliberately pretended to still be dreaming, murmuring as if sleep-talking, “Yi Wulan…”
Yi Wulan’s hand, which was about to move her away, paused.
Mu Yanxi affectionately nuzzled Yi Wulan’s shoulder with her forehead and called out again, “Elder Sister Yi…”
Mu Yanxi had indeed been asleep just now, so her voice now carried a hint of nasality.
Just calling her name carried a lingering, ambiguous meaning.
Yi Wulan stared intently at the person in her arms and subconsciously tightened her hand.
Mu Yanxi pushed her luck, her hands grabbing forward randomly, starting to climb up Yi Wulan’s waist. As if still dazed from sleep with her eyes closed, she instinctively clung to her.
Mu Yanxi started sleep-talking again. “You… mmph…”
Yi Wulan couldn’t hear clearly and leaned down to listen. “What?”
“Want…”
Yi Wulan lowered herself a little more.
However, the next instant, the sleeping Mu Yanxi suddenly opened her eyes without warning. Her beautiful eyes were bright, showing no sign of someone who had just woken up.
Yi Wulan was startled, though she managed to keep her expression calm. “You…”
Before she could finish, Mu Yanxi quickly hooked her arm around Yi Wulan’s neck and pulled her down.
Yi Wulan’s heart panicked. She instinctively shot out a hand and quickly covered Mu Yanxi’s lips, pushing her slightly raised head back down.
With a thud, the back of Mu Yanxi’s head landed on the sofa armrest again.
However, there wasn’t a trace of anger on Mu Yanxi’s face. Instead, she looked at Yi Wulan with great interest. “Yi Wulan, you didn’t think I was going to kiss you, did you?”
Her thoughts exposed, Yi Wulan’s hand covering Mu Yanxi’s mouth flinched back in a panic. “N-No.”
Mu Yanxi said sarcastically, “Well, that’s true. There are thousands upon thousands of fans who want to kiss and hug me, but not a single Yi Wulan among them. I might as well go kiss and hug them; I’d be more popular.”
Yi Wulan: …
Fans? Kiss? Hug?
Yi Wulan tried her best not to let her thoughts run wild and suggested in a steady voice, “Since you’re awake, shall we go to dinner?”
Mu Yanxi looked at her unhurriedly and smiled. “Why aren’t you saying anything? You think my suggestion is right, don’t you?”
Yi Wulan frowned. “Th-That’s not good.”
“What’s not good about it? The fans are so enthusiastic about me, what’s wrong with satisfying them a little?” Mu Yanxi sized up Yi Wulan. “After all, you won’t give it to me… mmph?”
Yi Wulan reached out and covered Mu Yanxi’s mouth, then, like someone once bitten by a snake and now afraid of ropes for ten years, she quickly pulled her hand away, terrified that Mu Yanxi would lick her palm again. “Stop talking nonsense.”
Mu Yanxi hadn’t teased Yi Wulan in a long time. Seeing Yi Wulan with that ‘come and bully me’ expression written all over her, even though she still remembered to keep her distance, her hands started to move uncontrollably.
She wrapped her arms around Yi Wulan’s shoulders again and used the leverage to sit up halfway. “Why aren’t you talking? Or did I misunderstand you? You’re actually okay with it?”
Yi Wulan said with difficulty, “Stop talking.”
“Fine, I won’t.” Mu Yanxi’s foxy eyes were half-closed. She placed her hands on Yi Wulan’s shoulders, trying to push her away. “So, since you don’t want to, don’t stop me from giving my fans some benefits, okay?”
“Benefits?”
Mu Yanxi brazenly lied with a straight face. “Do you know how much those fans spend on travel and gifts just to get a glimpse of me?”
The more Mu Yanxi spoke, the more animated she became. Taking advantage of Yi Wulan’s ignorance of the entertainment industry, she exaggerated her own status to a whole new level. “Do you know that the number of people who can see me each day is limited? Those fans not only have to spend money, but they also have to make appointments. Some of them are booked until next year.”
“Anyway, I’ve been killing fish at RT-Mart for over twenty years; my heart is as cold as my knife. It doesn’t matter if you’re busy. I still have so many fans to like, I… mmph!”
Even though Yi Wulan had already heard the bizarre story about herself being deeply in love with Mu Yanxi for years and forcing her into this, right now, facing this little mouth that was babbling on and on about cheating, the veins on her forehead started to throb.
She finally couldn’t take it anymore. She suddenly grabbed Mu Yanxi’s shoulders, pushed her back down, leaned over, and covered her lips, directly silencing her by biting down hard on her lower lip.
Mu Yanxi’s words finally stopped.
Mu Yanxi’s eyes widened in shock. She stared blankly at Yi Wulan, who was so close. The heart she claimed was as cold as a knife instantly warmed up, the heat spreading through her entire body.
Although the two had kissed many times, this was the first time Yi Wulan had initiated it. Mu Yanxi was so surprised that her mind went blank, and she wondered if she was still dreaming.
But as their lips met, a sharp pain followed, snapping Mu Yanxi back to her senses. She forced herself to calm down and struggled to pull away.
But the moment she struggled, Yi Wulan, who was holding her shoulders, seemed to be provoked. With a flick of her wrist, she supported the upper part of her neck and bit down again, as if in punishment.
Mu Yanxi: …
Mu Yanxi pushed hard against Yi Wulan’s shoulders, a few broken syllables escaping between her gasps. “En… enough.”
Yi Wulan finally released her. Her usually cool peach-blossom eyes seemed to be tinged with emotion as her gaze fell on Mu Yanxi’s lips.
Mu Yanxi didn’t need a mirror. Just from the sensation on her lips, she knew what her lipstick-coated lips, now glistening with moisture, must look like.
Yi Wulan’s tone was inexplicably low and soft, yet it seemed to carry a hint of a threat. “Don’t talk nonsense like that again.”
Mu Yanxi: …
“But the mouth is on my face, of course I’m going to talk.” Mu Yanxi looked at her, stunned, and tried to defend herself. “Besides, you’ve been ignoring me. What’s wrong with me seeing my fans?”
The words had barely left her mouth when Yi Wulan, who had been given the cold shoulder for so long, pressed her lips down again.
Mu Yanxi: …
This time, Mu Yanxi was kissed until she was completely dazed. Yi Wulan’s kiss was clearly inexperienced, but when she accidentally touched the tip of Mu Yanxi’s tongue, a shiver ran through Mu Yanxi’s entire body. Her waist, which had been slightly twisted when Yi Wulan pushed her down, now trembled uncontrollably.
Yi Wulan only kissed her for a few seconds before pulling away. She looked quizzically at Mu Yanxi, who was clutching her collar with a trembling hand. She was quite puzzled as to why someone who could sneak into her room in the middle of the night to steal a kiss would have such a strong reaction.
But when Mu Yanxi usually transferred her ability to Yi Wulan, her mindset was different. She was either in the sacred mindset of healing the sick or in the malicious mindset of deliberately taking the opportunity to bully Yi Wulan when she couldn’t win an argument.
How could she feel any embarrassment?
Even if she had any sense of shame, it had long since dissipated after countless nights of “plastic wrap” kisses.
But now was different.
When Yi Wulan kissed her, Mu Yanxi could have used her old trick—using her ability to resolve her embarrassment. But when their lips touched, Mu Yanxi’s mind went blank. Forget using her ability, she even forgot the basic instinct to push her away.
Just an accidental touch of her tongue was enough to make her weak from the waist down. By the time she reacted, she pushed Yi Wulan away, almost out of shame and anger.
She had thought that being bitten by Yi Wulan in Boston was the most humiliating moment of her life.
But she never expected today’s scene. Mu Yanxi was trembling slightly all over, feeling that she had completely lost all face in front of Yi Wulan.
With a trembling hand, she wiped her lips and said, feigning composure, “Be careful sitting on your side like that. Your leg might not be able to support you.”
She had meant to make Yi Wulan move further away, but after the words left her mouth, even Mu Yanxi herself felt like she was inviting Yi Wulan to lean in closer.
Yi Wulan paused for a moment before giving a soft sound of agreement.
Sure enough, the next second, she shifted closer.
Mu Yanxi: …
Fearing that Yi Wulan would look at her beautiful and delectable self and pounce again, Mu Yanxi scrambled out from under Yi Wulan’s arm in an almost flustered manner, rushing to the other end of the long sofa with a red face.
She defensively hugged a throw pillow to her chest and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Watching Mu Yanxi’s actions, Yi Wulan belatedly raised a hand to touch her own lips.
Just now, she…
Before Yi Wulan could sort out her emotions, a pillow suddenly flew from the side and hit her arm.
Strands of Yi Wulan’s hair were brushed by the static from the pillow, floating gently in the air. She finally turned her head to look at Mu Yanxi’s face.
For a long time, neither of them spoke.
Mu Yanxi couldn’t stand it anymore. She took a deep breath, adopting a “might as well be hanged for a sheep as a lamb” mentality. She thought to herself, I’ve already given Yi Wulan my ability mouth-to-mouth so many times, I even kissed her on my own initiative at my sister’s house. H-how can I fall apart after being kissed once?
The more she thought about it, the more confident she felt. She finally mustered the courage to sneak a peek at Yi Wulan.
But Yi Wulan had been watching her the whole time. The moment Mu Yanxi turned her head slightly, her gaze met Yi Wulan’s directly.
Mu Yanxi: …
Mu Yanxi immediately, and very spinelessly, averted her gaze.
It seemed… even… more awkward.
Mu Yanxi started pondering again. After thinking it over, she came to a conclusion she found very logical: she wasn’t embarrassed before because Yi Wulan rejected her. Therefore, the reason she was so embarrassed now was that Yi Wulan had seized the initiative.
If Yi Wulan had been blushing and flustered over what just happened, Mu Yanxi felt that not only would she not be acting so abnormally, but she would have even laughed and teased the innocent Yi Wulan to make her even more ashamed.
That bit of competitiveness in Mu Yanxi’s heart instantly ignited like a spark. She had always been one to act on her thoughts. After mentally preparing herself and setting a clear goal, she turned her eyes and met Yi Wulan’s gaze directly.
Beneath her reddish eye makeup, her foxy eyes half-closed as she asked in a deliberately frivolous tone, “Well now, President Yi, how did it feel to take liberties with a weak woman?”
Yi Wulan was slightly taken aback, but instead of turning away in shame as Mu Yanxi had imagined, she shifted her body closer to Mu Yanxi.
Mu Yanxi was already traumatized by the sight of Yi Wulan leaning in, terrified she would pounce and pin her shoulders again. But things had already come to this, and Mu Yanxi couldn’t lose the battle.
She used the expression control she had learned over the past two years to force a smile, watching Yi Wulan with her fingertips tapping lazily on the sofa’s surface, waiting to see how Yi Wulan would respond.
Who would have thought that Yi Wulan would gently place a hand on Mu Yanxi’s waist and press down slightly.
Caught off guard, Mu Yanxi’s waist, which had indeed been slightly twisted earlier, gave way, and she pitched forward.
Their warm bodies pressed together again. Yi Wulan’s hands at her sides were suddenly at a loss, making her nervous, afraid she would hurt Mu Yanxi again.
Yi Wulan gave a dry cough and murmured, “Did I… hurt you just now?”
Mu Yanxi propped her hands on Yi Wulan’s shoulders, leaning back slightly, and said gloomily, “You did. You broke my waist. Do you want to strip off my clothes and take a look?”
Yi Wulan: …
Yi Wulan, who had just been looking at Mu Yanxi with an apologetic expression, suddenly let out a soft laugh.
Mu Yanxi laughed too.
However, the laughter didn’t last long.
Mu Yanxi’s expressions were ever-changing. Yi Wulan thought her laugh meant the matter was over, so she asked, “Are you hungry? I booked a table at Shangyu Private Kitchen. Let’s go eat?”
Mu Yanxi stood up cooperatively and straightened her clothes. “We should eat something good. After all, I won’t be able to in a few days.”
Hearing this, Yi Wulan’s expression turned unnatural for a moment. “Why?”
Mu Yanxi walked slowly towards the office door. “The variety show is filming in the neighboring city of Fengcheng. I’ll have to eat boxed lunches again. I have to leave tomorrow. It’ll be two or three days if it’s quick, but it might take a week if it’s slow.”
A frown creased Yi Wulan’s brow, but it quickly smoothed out. “Then, why didn’t you say so earlier?”
Mu Yanxi grasped the office doorknob, turned to wink at Yi Wulan, and smiled. “There are a lot of fans in Fengcheng. If I had told you earlier, I was afraid I wouldn’t get to eat dinner tonight.”
Just like a scumbag woman who was about to go and bestow her favor upon other fans after finishing her meal.
Watching Mu Yanxi’s departing back, Yi Wulan tried to hold it in, but couldn’t, and slammed the office door shut.
In the end, she still chased after her.
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