Chapter 87: This was just an accident!

Fang Wannian stared at the enchantingly lovely Jiang Ling in front of her, and her heart suddenly skipped a beat.

She just couldn’t shake the feeling… Something was really up.

Jiang Ling’s features were on the childish side, with soft, rounded lines—like a sweet and tender glutinous rice dumpling. Yet right now, on that pure and adorable face, there was an alluring expression capable of stirring anyone’s soul, forming a seemingly contradictory yet strangely harmonious charm, one that made it impossible to look away.

As if possessed, Fang Wannian leaned in, closing the distance between them in an instant. She could even see Jiang Ling’s pale pink tongue flicker ever so slightly, her own hand lifting without thinking.

Jiang Ling was just about to ask how her expression looked this time, when she suddenly felt Fang Wannian’s gentle touch at her earlobe, soft and light, kneading it with just the right pressure.

It didn’t hurt, but it tickled a little… and a sudden jolt of electricity seemed to shoot through her heart.

Jiang Ling tilted her head, a bit uneasy, her face full of confusion: “What’s wrong?”

Why was she doing this out of nowhere?

But in Fang Wannian’s eyes, every move was irresistibly cute. At such close range, she found herself holding her breath, slowly leaning even closer, staring into Jiang Ling’s big, round eyes until her own ears burned bright red.

Jiang Ling, meanwhile, stared blankly at Fang Wannian’s flushed face, thinking she must be feeling unwell. She hurriedly sat up, pressing the back of her hand to Fang Wannian’s forehead: “Are you okay? Why is your face so red…?”

She didn’t even finish, for as she lifted one arm, she lost her balance and stumbled, pulling Fang Wannian down along with her.

Thud!

With a sudden crash, they landed on the floor. Jiang Ling winced in pain, frowning at the vivid red mark on her elbow. Before she could even complain, a faint fragrance drifted toward her.

Jiang Ling looked up and sniffed instinctively.

Citrus?

She thought about it, and her eyes met Fang Wannian’s, who had fallen on top of her.

In that instant, Jiang Ling’s inner alarm bells blared.

Wait, she’d seen that look somewhere before, hadn’t she?!

Driven by an instinctive fear of danger, Jiang Ling slowly inched back, her voice wavering: “Nannan?”

She thought calling out would snap Fang Wannian out of it, but instead, Fang Wannian pressed even closer. Her smooth, fair skin touched Jiang Ling’s through thin clothes, the contact seamless and intimate, not a gap in sight.

“Hey… At a time like this, aren’t we supposed to do something?”

Fang Wannian’s eyes grew hazy, her lips parting with a hint of seduction in her voice.

Jiang Ling couldn’t help swallowing nervously, her face full of helplessness.

You’re asking me?!

She’d always been the one getting xxoo’d… Wait, where was her mind going?

Nannan can’t possibly mean that sort of messy thing, right? After all, she was the super-tsundere, sharp-tongued young lady!

Clinging to that belief, Jiang Ling looked up with confidence—and saw a shadow fall over her as Fang Wannian leaned down.

“Chu.”

Fang Wannian closed her eyes and pecked lightly at Jiang Ling’s lips.

The touch was gentle, not lingering, just a soft, tender press that quickly withdrew.

For a moment, Jiang Ling was frozen stiff, stunned like a wooden chicken.

“Haa…”

In that instant, the only sound in the room was the tangled, rapid breathing of the two.

“No, it’s not—not what you’re thinking!”

After a while, Fang Wannian finally snapped back to her senses, realizing what she’d done under the spell of desire. She jumped up, shaking her head hard: “It was just… an accident, a complete accident!”

Jiang Ling slowly sat up, quietly sitting on the floor and looking up at Fang Wannian’s flustered efforts to make excuses, her fingers brushing her lips.

An accident?

But she’d seen Fang Wannian crash into her without a hint of hesitation.

Just as the awkwardness between the two reached its peak, light footsteps sounded outside the door, followed by the sound of the door being pushed open.

“How’s the practice going?”

Lin Xiaoyu walked in holding two bottles of ice-cold Pulse, raising an eyebrow at Fang Wannian: “I didn’t know you were here, so I only bought two. Should I—”

“No need, I’m heading back!”

Fang Wannian ducked her head and bolted from the practice room at lightning speed. Her retreat was so fast that Lin Xiaoyu couldn’t help but marvel: “Is she sure she doesn’t want to join the track team? She could definitely win gold.”

Jiang Ling, still caught up in confusion, could only force out a dry laugh, her already limited brainpower now completely overwhelmed.

Why did it feel like her teammates were getting weirder and weirder?!

Of course, Jiang Ling wouldn’t say that in front of Lin Xiaoyu, since… she wasn’t exactly normal herself.

“What’s up with Nannan? Running so fast, and her face was as red as a monkey’s butt.”

Mo Ran, who came in right after, looked at Jiang Ling spacing out on the floor and casually asked, “What, you two sneaked a kiss in here behind our backs?”

“Ack, ack, ack!!!”

Jiang Ling started coughing violently, face flustered: “N-no, of course not!”

Her high-pitched voice and nervous expression made it glaringly obvious she had something to hide.

Lin Xiaoyu didn’t seem to care much, while a sly, knowing glint flashed through Mo Ran’s eyes. She dropped the topic with a smile and changed the subject: “So, how’s practice coming along?”

“Overall, not bad, but the details still need work.”

Jiang Ling answered honestly, unconsciously scooting over to Mo Ran’s side to cling to her: “What should I do, what do I do!”

Watching her unconsciously act all clingy, Mo Ran smiled and pinched Jiang Ling’s cheek: “Alright, go through the routine for me once. I know you guys just started practicing—it’s fine if you mess up. Just let me get a feel for it.”

Hearing this, Jiang Ling didn’t argue. She got up and, together with Lin Xiaoyu, ran through the routine.

When the routine finished, Jiang Ling noticed Mo Ran watching her thoughtfully for a long time. Then, Mo Ran turned to Lin Xiaoyu: “Can I talk to her alone? I think it’ll help your teamwork.”

Mo Ran’s tone was firm, leaving Lin Xiaoyu no room to refuse. She nudged Jiang Ling’s shoulder.

So, still a bit dazed, Jiang Ling followed Mo Ran out of the dance room and to her room.

It was Jiang Ling’s second time in Mo Ran’s room.

The furnishings were as plain as ever, not matching Mo Ran’s vibe at all—or at least that’s how Jiang Ling saw it.

Jiang Ling was just about to seize the chance to ask something when she suddenly felt herself enveloped from behind, arms wrapped around her in a gentle embrace. A warmth so tender it made her relax completely, letting her guard down, willing to fall into that cozy embrace.

The soft sensation pressed tightly against her back; Jiang Ling could even imagine the shape from the pressure. She wanted to turn around, feeling a bit at a loss, but then heard Mo Ran’s hot breath at her ear.

“Don’t be so tense. Let big sis show you something fun, alright?”