"Bei Yaoyue!!!" Letting out an exasperated low roar, Xifeng charged up to Bei Yaoyue like a general seeking justice. Looking at her sleepy eyes, she pointed at her own neck and shouted both shyly and angrily, "Look what you've done!"
Faced with Xifeng's accusation, Bei Yaoyue, the culprit, showed no proper guilt whatsoever. Instead, she nodded satisfactorily, thinking to herself: As expected of , these strawberries are planted beautifully.
Just that they're a bit asymtrical—should add so to the other side too.
"How am I supposed to face people like this!" Xifeng covered her face in sha and anger. What if her classmates saw this? How would her classmates view her? Would they think of her as soone depraved who went into compensated dating for money?
She didn't want to be teasingly asked by classmates: Who did you sleep with last night?
"Mm..." Bei Yaoyue put on an act of not being awake, humming drowsy sounds, deciding to play dumb to the end.
"You..."
Xifeng was so angry at Bei Yaoyue's love-them-and-leave-them attitude that she wanted to kill soone. She stamped her feet, gritted her teeth, and stord off, cursing as she walked: "Scumbag! Heartless after getting what you want!"
She shouldn't have let Bei Yaoyue run wild!
Xifeng secretly made up her mind. If there was a next ti, she absolutely wouldn't let Bei Yaoyue do whatever she wanted! She would definitely nip illegal behavior in the bud!
After washing up, Xifeng rummaged through her closet for ages before finding a high-collar shirt.
Trying it on in front of the mirror, though it was sowhat reluctant, as long as no one pulled down her collar, it could basically cover all the marks. This made Xifeng breathe a sigh of relief—otherwise she really would have no face to go out.
After changing clothes, Xifeng turned around, only to find Bei Yaoyue still lying in bed, staring at her the whole ti. She imdiately got angry again: "Are you going to school or not? We're already late, and you're still lying there?"
Bei Yaoyue rubbed her sleepy eyes and said matter-of-factly: "Since we're already late anyway, what's the difference between being half an hour late and an hour late?"
Xifeng was stunned, suddenly feeling that what Bei Yaoyue said seed to have so rit, but she felt sothing was wrong sowhere.
She quickly shook her head, thinking how could she let herself get caught up in Bei Yaoyue's twisted logic?
"I'm going to cook. Get up quickly." Pulling her collar up a bit more, Xifeng walked toward the kitchen. Even if Bei Yaoyue was right, being too late was still not good.
Twenty minutes later, at the dining table.
Bei Yaoyue was sipping the porridge Xifeng had just cooked for her in small mouthfuls. The freshly made porridge was still a bit hot, so she blew on it gently.
Xifeng sat across from her, smiling while playing with her phone, not knowing what she was playing with.
Not a single person spoke, and the atmosphere was visibly awkward. After all, having experienced last night's passionate encounter, the fact that Xifeng hadn't run away on the spot was already comndable courage.
"Tonight..." Saying this, Bei Yaoyue swallowed a mouthful of scalding porridge and nearly brought tears to her eyes from the heat, "Cough cough... co stay at my house?"
"Uh..."
Hearing Bei Yaoyue bring this up, Xifeng imdiately looked embarrassed. Just yesterday she had agreed with Bei Yaoyue that they should separate and cool down, but in just one day, she had already been the first to break the agreent—though strictly speaking, it was hard to determine who was first.
Did she still have the face to maintain that agreent now?
But whether she had face or not, Xifeng didn't know. She only knew she was a bit reluctant to part.
Seeing Xifeng looking down bashfully, Bei Yaoyue thought she wanted to stay at her own house: "If that doesn't work, staying at your house is fine too. I don't mind."
"Let's stay at your house." Xifeng couldn't help but show an awkward smile. Having lived alone for years without any relatives or friends, her ho only had one made bed and daily necessities, with the simplest furniture. If Bei Yaoyue moved in, she'd probably have to buy quite a lot of things.
As for letting Bei Yaoyue sleep in the sa bed as her... just thinking about it terrified Xifeng. Better forget it.
"But let say this upfront." Xifeng cleared her throat and said with feigned seriousness: "Even if I stay at your house, I'm sleeping in my own bedroom. We need to sleep in separate beds. What happened last night..."
Getting to this point, Xifeng's face reddened and her montum instantly weakened: "...can't happen again."
It wasn't that Xifeng particularly resisted such things between lovers, but... her small fra couldn't handle it!
If Bei Yaoyue was willing to let her take the lead in everything, then she would naturally be more than willing, but obviously, this was impossible.
At least not possible in the short term.
Hearing Xifeng's words, obvious disappointnt and dejection appeared on Bei Yaoyue's face. Tears almost dripped from the corners of her eyes as she said in a very low voice, on the verge of tears: "Is it not okay...?"
Bei Yaoyue's extrely heartbroken expression instantly made Xifeng feel so reluctance, but she pinched her thigh, using pain to force herself to sober up.
Wake up, Xifeng! That person is just pretending to be pitiful! She's a demon who devours people without blinking—completely unworthy of sympathy!
"Of course not." Xifeng raised both hands in front of her body to form an X shape, "Such things are not allowed."
Not waiting for Bei Yaoyue to continue pestering, Xifeng quickly changed the subject: "Speaking of which, shouldn't our Master-Servant relationship be dissolved? You promised ."
She still clearly rembered Bei Yaoyue once saying to her: "If you beco my girlfriend, you won't have to be my maid anymore."
Now, although neither of them had actively clarified their relationship... having done such things, what more was there to say about their relationship?
Bei Yaoyue was stunned for a mont, then nodded, saying sowhat regretfully: "True, it's just a pity about that unfinished maid outfit. There'll be no chance to wear it anymore."
"Maid outfit?" Xifeng scratched her head, only now rembering that on the second day after eting Bei Yaoyue, Bei Yaoyue had taken her to buy a maid outfit. She rembered it wasn't cheap—over two thousand yuan.
Having not ntioned it for so long, Xifeng had almost forgotten. So after all this ti, it still wasn't finished. Custom-made takes longer than imagined.
"If you really want to see it..." Her teeth bit her pale pink lips, Xifeng shifted her gaze away evasively, her voice barely audible: "I could wear it for you to see."
Bei Yaoyue raised an eyebrow: "Really?"
"Of course it's real..." Xifeng nodded with a slightly red face, then said loudly as if trying to maintain her montum: "But you need to understand clearly—I'm not wearing it because I want you to see it. It's just because that maid outfit was too expensive, and I can't bear to let your money go to waste."
Xifeng kept convincing herself—how could a grown man like her want to wear a maid outfit?
She just felt bad about those 2,800 yuan, that's all. Yes, that's right.
"Mm mm, if you say so, then that's what it is." Bei Yaoyue nodded dismissively, thinking: Is this textbook-level tsundere?
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