Chapter 49: Don’t Move

Ning Wanciu’s pretty face flushed faintly. 

Now that Cheng Shimumeng had pointed it out, she began to realize though An Yu’s behavior was like a cat that did whatever it wanted, acting freely, she wasn’t actually a cat.

An Yu was adorable like a small animal, but she wasn’t a real animal—she was a living, breathing person.

Up until now, Ning Wanciu had been indulging her like a kitten that had forcefully barged into her life, letting An Yu do as she pleased.

Everything had felt so natural. 

Though Ning Wanciu found An Yu hard to understand at times, she had never thought to refuse her requests.

But now, she started to feel that the two of them might be too intimate like this… that it might be a little strange…

Ning Wanciu gradually fell into a spiral of self-doubt. 

The arms wrapped around An Yu’s waist began to tremble lightly—hold on or let go, she didn’t know.

It seemed only from this moment that she truly began to notice An Yu’s presence.

But An Yu was always the same. 

She didn’t understand what was wrong with Ning Wanciu; she only knew the big pillow was acting weird.

“Ning Wanciu, what’s wrong?”

“Ah! Ah? I—I’m fine…” 

Hearing An Yu’s voice, Ning Wanciu sounded even more flustered than the first time they had been close.

“Is that so?” 

An Yu’s voice was cool: “But your hand is shaking.”

Ning Wanciu’s hand was trembling lightly, as if nervous—but An Yu didn’t understand why.

“Ah…”

Ning Wanciu didn’t know what to say. 

An Yu seemed unusually sensitive to this kind of thing, even though she usually appeared so oblivious.

And a little dazed…

“Ning Wanciu, are you cold?” 

An Yu’s voice carried faint confusion: “It’s okay. If you’re cold, just tell me.”

An Yu stopped eating cookies. 

She took Ning Wanciu’s hands in her own small ones, as if planning to warm them this way.

The big pillow’s health was very important—it concerned her future sleep quality.

Yes, An Yu had already decided to maintain a long-term, sustainable relationship with the big pillow. 

That way, sleeping together later would be convenient.

“An—An Yu?”

Held tightly by An Yu’s small hands, warmth gradually spread over. 

She really was warming her up…

It was warm, yes—but a little too warm.

A faint blush colored Ning Wanciu’s cheeks. 

She grew even more flustered.

Turning her head, she saw Cheng Shimumeng wearing a mischievous grin but saying nothing, as if she didn’t exist at all—no intention of interrupting.

And Huai Xiang… she didn’t understand what was happening.

Why was it suddenly cold? 

Weird—today wasn’t even that chilly!

Huai Xiang didn’t feel cold at all!

Her bestie must be weak. 

Needed exercise. 

Next time, she’d drag her to the family dojo for a workout.

“Um, An Yu…”

Ning Wanciu wanted to say something but didn’t know how. 

Could she really tell An Yu to let go and keep her distance?

Not to mention whether that would hurt An Yu—she herself didn’t want that.

So this inexplicable feeling could only be borne by Ning Wanciu alone.

And under Cheng Shimumeng’s teasing gaze, no less…

“Mm.”

An Yu nodded. 

Though holding Ning Wanciu’s hands, she didn’t see any problem with it.

After all, it was An Yu. 

Even if she threw herself into Ning Wanciu’s arms in front of the whole class, she’d only think the big pillow smelled nice and was soft.

But still, An Yu lightly frowned.

Something was definitely off with Ning Wanciu.

First, her hands weren’t cold at all—they felt warm.

Second, Ning Wanciu’s body temperature seemed higher than usual, not like someone chilled by the weather.

“Ning Wanciu…” 

An Yu called her name softly.

“…Mm, what is it, An Yu.”

Enduring Cheng Shimumeng’s gaze, Ning Wanciu forced calm and responded.

An Yu expressionlessly released Ning Wanciu’s hands, slowly stood up from her embrace.

“An Yu?”

Ignoring Ning Wanciu’s confusion, An Yu turned around. 

Her face showed no emotion as she stared seriously at Ning Wanciu.

“As expected, something’s wrong.”

Ning Wanciu’s face was redder than usual. 

An Yu wouldn’t have noticed if she hadn’t stood up.

But now she had. 

She was very observant—the big pillow’s abnormality was the first thing she caught!

“Huh?”

An Yu suddenly stepped forward, straddled Ning Wanciu’s lap face-to-face, then leaned in as if to pounce.

“An—?!”

Ning Wanciu’s words cut off mid-sentence. 

An Yu had already hugged her. 

Unlike usual, this time they were face-to-face.

An Yu wrapped her arms around Ning Wanciu’s neck, settling into a comfortable position to look at her, then slowly leaned closer.

“An Yu, wh-what are you doing?!”

“Ning Wanciu, don’t move.” 

An Yu ordered coldly.

“Mm…”

Hearing her voice, Ning Wanciu actually obeyed. Maybe because An Yu sounded so serious.

“Mm.”

Seeing her stop struggling, An Yu showed a satisfied expression and continued leaning in.

“Mm, An Yu, don’t—?!” 

Even the most obedient Ning Wanciu couldn’t sit still now. 

They were about to be face-to-face.

But An Yu ignored her and kept closing in.

Ning Wanciu’s face flushed deeper.

Cheng Shimumeng watching, being teased later—all thrown to the back of her mind. 

She had no time for anything else. In her eyes, only An Yu remained.

The petite girl in her arms, cute little face full of seriousness, amber eyes shining brightly, long swan-like neck white as jade. 

Ning Wanciu was forced to take it all in—struggling was useless.

As the face drew nearer, Ning Wanciu panicked and looked away.

But she saw something she really shouldn’t have.

An Yu leaned forward slightly; the school uniform collar naturally dipped, easily revealing the flawless white skin beneath.

Even the inner layer An Yu wore today—Ning Wanciu could see it.

“Mm…” 

Ning Wanciu hurriedly shook her head, face even redder. 

She really hadn’t meant to look!

It was just that An Yu was too unguarded. 

Even if—even if she trusted her that much…

“Don’t move.”

An Yu’s cold voice interrupted her chaotic thoughts.

Instinctively, Ning Wanciu’s gaze returned to An Yu’s face.

At this moment, An Yu was expressionless, face cool, blue-white long hair cascading naturally, eyes fixed seriously on Ning Wanciu—every bit the aloof loli.

“Mm, that’s better.”

Seeing Ning Wanciu finally stop fidgeting, An Yu continued. 

She held Ning Wanciu and leaned fully forward, pressing her forehead to hers.

After a long moment, An Yu finally spoke: “Mm, a little hot.”