“What’s wrong?”
Su Ya, with her keen senses, noticed sothing seed off about Ling Ning’s expression.
“N-nothing~”
Ling Ning forced a smile and decided not to dwell on those botherso thoughts. After all, there was still a long ti before her daughter would grow up. She could worry about the future when it arrived.
At that mont, Ling Ye erged from the bathroom after washing up, plopping down directly into her Mom’s lap and casually grabbing her breakfast to eat.
Watching Ling Ye eat so adorably, Su Ya felt her hands itch to act. Unfortunately, just as she reached toward Ling Ye’s cute cheeks, the little girl caught her in the act.
Ling Ye had always been highly vigilant of this older sister who loved pinching her face.
Seeing her attempt foiled, Su Ya’s eyes held a hint of regret, but she didn’t give up. After all, wasn’t the allure of sothing unobtainable precisely what made it irresistible?
Sensing the atmosphere, Ling Ye instinctively snuggled deeper into her Mom’s arms, glaring at Su Ya cautiously, ready to avoid any sudden attacks.
Ling Ning couldn’t help but chuckle at the antics of the two, shaking her head in exasperation.
“By the way, Ling Ning, what do you usually do at ho?”
Curious, Su Ya asked, imagining that Ling Ning probably practiced yoga or dabbled in fashion design during her ti at ho.
“At ho~” Ling Ning closed her eyes briefly in thought before responding, “I usually play gas with my daughter or write novels together with her~”
“Huh!? Write novels?”
Su Ya blinked, feeling as though she had just heard sothing extraordinary.
“Mm, just writing novels.”
“Really!? You write novels, Ling Ning? That’s amazing! Can I read one?” Su Ya suddenly grew excited. She enjoyed reading novels during her free ti, especially won’s fiction like The Overbearing Lazyfish Fell in Love with .
She figured Ling Ning’s novels were probably of a similar style.
“You can, but it might not be your type~”
Ling Ning chuckled softly. She knew exactly what kind of stories Su Ya liked to read. In her previous life, Su Ya often criticized her novels, though Ling Ning had eventually managed to drag her into the fandom.
After Ling Ye finished her breakfast, Ling Ning led Su Ya to her room.
Once inside, Su Ya curiously examined the surroundings. Earlier, she had been too focused on Ling Ning to notice the room’s layout. Now, she found it surprisingly plain.
Except for the assortnt of costics on the vanity, the room was so simple that if Su Ya hadn’t known it belonged to Ling Ning, she might have thought it was a boy’s room. No! Even a boy’s room wouldn’t be this minimalistic.
Seeing Su Ya’s expression, Ling Ning smiled. “I just don’t like having too many things in my room. Plus, it’s not very big. If I put too much stuff in here, it’d feel cramped. It’s fine the way it is.”
“Oh~” Su Ya nodded and sat beside Ling Ning, watching as she opened her computer.
When Su Ya saw the novel Ling Ning had written, her face lit up with surprise. “This… this is your novel, Ling Ning?”
“Mm. Why?”
Ling Ning looked puzzled. Su Ya’s reaction didn’t make sense. With her taste in books, this shouldn’t be sothing she’d read. Yet her expression suggested familiarity.
“This novel was recomnded to by Mantouka. Honestly, the author gave the impression of being a sleazy middle-aged man. I never would have guessed it was you, Ling Ning.” Su Ya admitted sheepishly.
“A sleazy… middle-aged man…”
Ling Ning clutched her chest as if she’d been hit. Thinking about it, though, it wasn’t entirely surprising. Her readers in the novel community often saw her as so kind of “Master Teacher.” If they found out she was actually a cute girl, their reactions would definitely be entertaining.
“If Mantouka finds out this novel was written by you, she probably won’t be able to sleep out of excitent,” Su Ya said with a smile.
As Mantouka’s roommate, Su Ya was well aware of how much she adored this novel. Mantouka even owned multiple physical copies of each volu—three of each, to be exact. Su Ya couldn’t understand it.
Ling Ning laughed awkwardly. “Haha~ Xiao Ya, is there anything you’d like to do?”
With her injured leg limiting her activities, Ling Ning felt at a loss for how to entertain Su Ya.
Seeing Ling Ning’s troubled expression, Su Ya quickly replied, “Don’t worry about . Just do whatever you usually do.”
“Huh? Really? There’s nothing you want to do, Xiao Ya? If it’s you, anything is fine~” Ling Ning leaned closer, her voice brimming with playful energy.
“A-a-anything!?”
Su Ya blinked at the teasingly assertive Ling Ning. Thoughts she had shoved to the back of her mind began surfacing again, now accompanied by even wilder ideas.
Taking a deep breath, Su Ya abruptly stood up, her face red as she said, “I-I need to use the restroom!”
“The bathroom is right across from my room.”
Watching Su Ya’s flushed face, Ling Ning’s lips curved into an amused smile. Su Ya had definitely gotten shy just now—this was a great sign! Her strategy was clearly working. At this rate, it wouldn’t take long…
If Ling Ning knew what Su Ya was actually thinking, she might not be so optimistic.
After Su Ya left, Ling Ning glanced at her unmade bed and sighed. How embarrassing—she had forgotten to tidy it up. With a resigned sigh, she approached the bed and…
…flopped onto it, hugging the blanket tightly. As expected, lying in bed was the most comfortable. If Su Ya hadn’t co over, she probably would have spent the last day of the holiday lounging in bed.
A little while later, Su Ya returned from the restroom, feeling calr. But when she saw Ling Ning’s adorable cat-thed panties again, her mind went haywire.
She had to admit it—Ling Ning was a little devil of a temptress! And now, Su Ya couldn’t shake the sudden urge to lock this tempting little devil in a basent and “train” her thoroughly.
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Author’s Note:
It’s not that I ran out of drafts—I just accidentally set the tir to June 29…
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