Chapter 12: Sharing a Bed

Mo Liang bent down and picked up her pants from the floor, pulling them on without a fuss.

Shen Zhiyi’s gaze was still fixed squarely on her.

While she was getting dressed, Mo Liang screamed internally.

Can’t you just look somewhere else for a second!

She managed to finish putting on her pants under that stare, convinced she was about to die. Really.

“Fine. Since you want to stay here,” Shen Zhiyi paused, catching the sudden flash of excitement in Mo Liang’s eyes.

She wasn’t sure if this was the right call.

But this kid with the yellow hair was so young and already an orphan, hadn’t even finished school. It made her feel sorry for the girl.

So she made a quiet decision. From now on, she’d treat Mo Liang like a little sister.

“But you’ll have to listen to me from now on, got it?”

“Whatever happened before, it stays in the past.”

“Okay, okay, okay!”

Mo Liang was so thrilled she jumped straight up, nodding happily.

Getting her butt smacked today was worth it if it meant she could live here from now on!

And once she was in, winning over Shen Zhiyi was just a matter of time, right?

“Alright, it’s getting late. Go take a shower first.”

Shen Zhiyi waved a hand. It was already late.

Mo Liang nodded obediently and, after her shower, inherited a whole new set of clothes from Shen Zhiyi.

She drifted out of the bathroom in a white bathrobe, sleeves several sizes too long, the fabric swallowing her hands entirely.

Her freshly blow-dried hair was still a bit fluffy, and her little face was flushed pink.

Shen Zhiyi looked at the girl, who looked even softer and mushier after her bath, and caught herself staring for a few seconds. Then she awkwardly looked away.

“I’m going to sleep!”

With that, Mo Liang bounced into the room, flopped onto the bed, cranked the AC to eighteen degrees, and rolled herself up in the blanket twice.

So comfy.

Her butt still throbbed a little, but the thought that she could now legitimately live here made the pain nothing.

That girl Su Xiaoyou… if she ever found out another girl was sleeping in her girlfriend’s bed, she’d be furious, wouldn’t she?

Just picturing that scene was thrilling.

She took a deep breath and buried her face in the pillow. It smelled faintly of Shen Zhiyi. A light scent.

It smelled so good!

Mo Liang squirmed across the bed clutching the pillow, her head filled with Shen Zhiyi’s face.

Shen Zhiyi was so beautiful. More beautiful than Xu Lingxue. More beautiful than Jiang Qing. More beautiful than every girl she had ever tricked.

She couldn’t help thinking: if she were still a guy, even without a mission from Xu Lingxue, she would have pursued this woman on her own initiative, because Shen Zhiyi was just that type. Exactly her type.

So she had to steal Shen Zhiyi away. And then treat her exactly like all the ones before. Dump her without a second thought.

At that thought, two unhealthy red patches bloomed on Mo Liang’s little face.

But just then, the door suddenly slid open.

“It’s too hot outside. I’m sleeping in here.”

Shen Zhiyi’s voice came from the doorway, casual and offhand.

The lights were off by then. Mo Liang could only make out a silhouette in the faint moonlight from the window as it walked over to the bed and lay down.

“Ah!” Mo Liang went completely stiff.

Couldn’t that loser just sleep on the couch and survive!

She scrambled to the far edge of the bed, but the bed was way too small. She watched helplessly as the person beside her closed their eyes, their breathing slowly evening out.

Wait, she just went to sleep just like that? And her? What was she supposed to do?

Carefully, Mo Liang turned onto her side, back facing Shen Zhiyi. Half because her butt hurt too much to lie any other way, half because she couldn’t bear to face that face directly.

She tried to stay as far away as she could.

But the bed was only so wide. Her back couldn’t help but brush against Shen Zhiyi’s body.

Then a hand reached over from behind and wrapped loosely around her waist.

Mo Liang instinctively tried to squirm away, but the arm wasn’t even tight, and somehow she couldn’t break free no matter what.

What was worse, Shen Zhiyi’s breath fell right on the back of her neck and beside her ear, warm puffs washing over her sensitive skin again and again.

Her ears went crimson in an instant.

Her whole body felt like a boiling kettle, steam practically rising off the top of her head.

To be fair, Shen Zhiyi hadn’t meant anything by it.

The living room had no AC. The couch was narrow and stiff. On a hot summer night, sleeping out there would leave her drenched in sweat.

But she couldn’t make Mo Liang sleep on the couch either, not after she’d smacked the girl’s butt until it was swollen. That would be too inhuman.

So she’d grabbed her pillow and come in to squeeze onto the bed with Mo Liang.

For her, it was just a temporary solution.

Anyway, she already saw Mo Liang as a little sister. Two girls sharing a bed. What could possibly be the problem?

Cramped, sure, but she could tough it out.

She closed her eyes and quickly fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.

The problem was that Shen Zhiyi could sleep soundly. Mo Liang couldn’t.

Shen Zhiyi thought of her as a little sister, but Mo Liang had never been just an innocent little sister.

Before she’d turned into a girl, she was someone who stole other people’s girlfriends. Deep down, she was still that yellow-haired girl-chaser who loved women.

Now she was held in the arms of a white-haired older woman she’d planned to conquer from the start. The woman’s breath kept tickling the back of her neck, one puff after another.

An arm wrapped around her waist like a warm band of iron. And that nice shampoo scent kept drifting up her nose.

How was she supposed to sleep through that?

The redness on Mo Liang’s face spread wider, from her cheeks to her ears, and from her ears all the way down her neck.

Shen Zhiyi’s breath kept tracing across the nape of her neck, her arm steady around Mo Liang’s waist, her body soft and warm behind her, smelling faintly of body wash.

Her brain completely stopped listening to her.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but nothing came out.

Steam had filled her head entirely. A mushroom cloud was about to bloom above her skull.

Finally, she successfully cast her water magic.

Poor Mo Liang. Everything went dark before her eyes, and she fainted, going completely limp in Shen Zhiyi’s arms.

The next morning, Mo Liang was jolted awake by Shen Zhiyi’s shout.

“Why is this bedsheet wet!”

Mo Liang’s eyes were still half-open and hazy when she heard those words, and her consciousness snapped back in an instant. Then she shut her eyes again. Squeezed them tightly shut.

If there were a crack in the floor right now, she’d dive into it without hesitation and bury herself with dirt.

It’s not bedwetting. It’s really not bedwetting!

She was shouting denials in her head, but not a single word dared to escape her lips.

Because no matter how she explained it, it would sound way worse than bedwetting.

And so Mo Liang lay there in bed like a peaceful corpse, not even daring to flutter an eyelash.

Just let her die. Right here, right now.

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