Before An Yu finished whatever she intended to do, no one could predict her next move.
Just like now—Ning Wanciu was still guessing what An Yu wanted…
Only to realize she was simply checking her temperature.
It was a bit hot, but not because Ning Wanciu was sick. It was because…
“An Yu…”
Seeing An Yu’s actions end and no longer pressed against her, Ning Wanciu let out a soft breath, her tense heart finally easing.
“Ning Wanciu, are you sick?”
An Yu’s voice held some confusion.
When she had leaned in earlier, she felt Ning Wanciu’s temperature was high.
Now her face was red too—like a fever.
“Phew… no…”
Ning Wanciu exhaled, her voice tinged with helplessness.
An Yu really was worried about her, though the method was… unique.
And a little too sudden—not great for the heart.
“Is that so?”
An Yu tilted her head, looking unconvinced.
If not a fever, why was her face so red?
“It’s really nothing, don’t worry.”
Ning Wanciu smiled and shook her head: “See, my voice hasn’t changed. I’m not coughing or sneezing. It’s just… just a bit hot today…”
After speaking, Ning Wanciu glanced at An Yu’s reaction.
Seeing her dazed and seemingly unsuspicious, she relaxed.
But An Yu was suspicious.
She had carefully observed with her own eyes.
Those amber eyes stared fixedly at Ning Wanciu.
After a long moment, she slowly nodded.
From Ning Wanciu’s appearance, she didn’t seem sick.
Aside from the red face, nothing else stood out.
That was strange.
Why was Ning Wanciu blushing?
Was it really that hot today?
And why was she acting so odd?
An Yu still couldn’t understand.
She sat facing Ning Wanciu, arms around her neck, lost in thought.
“Um… An Yu…”
She wanted to say their current position was a bit too…
Ning Wanciu, already embarrassed, flushed even more.
People always compromise.
If An Yu sat in your lap, you’d overthink and feel awkward—that’s normal.
But if An Yu hugged you face-to-face in front of the class, forehead to forehead, arms around your neck—you’d think sitting in your lap was nothing…
Ning Wanciu now wanted to revert to the original pose: her holding An Yu while An Yu obediently ate cookies.
Even if Cheng Shimumeng teased her…
At least they wouldn’t be silently staring like this.
“Mm, I understand.”
An Yu suddenly spoke, her voice carrying certainty.
Though unclear what she understood, An Yu wore a resolute expression.
Ning Wanciu was puzzled.
She didn’t think An Yu truly got it—after all, she showed no sign of moving.
As expected, An Yu hadn’t understood.
She reached out, picked up a cookie, and held it to Ning Wanciu’s lips.
“Ning Wanciu, want some?”
An Yu offered Cheng Shimumeng’s cookies like a gift.
After much thought, An Yu reached only one conclusion.
Ning Wanciu was hungry.
She figured people acted strange for two reasons: sick or not sick.
If not sick… then sleepy or hungry.
Ning Wanciu didn’t look sleepy, so she must be hungry.
Hungry? Then eat.
“An Yu… no need…”
Ning Wanciu awkwardly refused the cookie at her lips and shook her head.
She knew An Yu hadn’t understood…
Though in an overaware state, Ning Wanciu remained gentle as ever.
She wrapped her arms around An Yu, afraid she’d fall.
But this created another issue—their distance was too close.
Ning Wanciu could even feel An Yu’s breathing.
An Yu… truly felt no embarrassment at all…
So she should get used to it soon.
After this, they’d probably be like this for a long, long time.
Ning Wanciu thought this unconsciously, not noticing anything odd about the idea.
“Oh.”
An Yu nodded expressionlessly. If she didn’t want it, no forcing.
But apparently, Ning Wanciu wasn’t hungry either—the cookies were tasty; a hungry person wouldn’t refuse.
Then what was it?
Strange.
Couldn’t figure it out.
Whatever. No big deal.
Stop thinking.
“Ah-woo.”
An Yu opened her mouth and bit the cookie.
If Ning Wanciu wouldn’t eat, no waste—she’d have it.
With the cookie in her mouth, An Yu quickly reverted to her usual self: lazy, listless, expressionless.
But she still didn’t get down.
This left Ning Wanciu even more at a loss.
She feared An Yu would just stay still like this.
This level of intimacy needed gradual escalation—skyrocketing was too much for Ning Wanciu’s tolerance!
“An Yu…”
“Mm?”
An Yu tilted her head in confusion.
Today’s Ning Wanciu loved calling her name but saying nothing.
Weird.
Seeing Ning Wanciu silent, An Yu swallowed the cookie.
Ning Wanciu was odd—felt like she might suddenly snatch the cookie.
Better eat first.
“I… it’s nothing…”
Ning Wanciu still struggled to speak.
An Yu’s unguarded pose left her at a loss for words.
In the end, she couldn’t say it and let An Yu hug her like this.
Unlike Ning Wanciu’s fluster…
Cheng Shimumeng watched with great interest, especially at the panic on Ning Wanciu’s face—her lips curved unconsciously.
This was truly entertaining.
She’d never seen Ning Wanciu react like this. Thanks were due to little An Yu.
To prevent interruptions, she even held Huai Xiang back from joining the fun.
“Preventing others” meant just Huai Xiang—there was no one else.
Yet while watching others, Cheng Shimumeng felt… something strange in herself.
She always chased fun things, but with three-minute enthusiasm.
Interest sparked, then faded fast.
This time was different.
Watching An Yu and Ning Wanciu interact brought heartfelt joy.
Especially when Ning Wanciu grew flustered because of An Yu, blushed because of her actions—the joy was clearest then.
As if something were blooming inside…
Though Cheng Shimumeng didn’t understand yet, it was fine.
She would eventually—as always.