After a few minutes of struggle, Ye Wanqing finally gave up and went to the living room to eat her boxed meal.
Left in the bedroom were only Luo Jialan and Su Mu, who had already buried her head in the pillow.
“I-I haven’t showered yet.” Su Mu said timidly, though it was a lie.
“It’s fine, I don’t mind that, and your scent has always smelled nice. Don’t worry, I took a shower before coming.”
With careful planning, fully prepared, the target clear—straight to the mouse’s nest!
Now the poor little mouse was cornered in her nest, while the strong hand outside could reach in at any moment to seize her!
“M-My bedsheets were just washed, it would be bad if they got dirty.”
“No worries, I’ll help you wash them properly tomorrow.”
Hearing this, Su Mu’s pupils reflected Luo Jialan’s sincere expression and gradually became hazy, trembling as the reflection grew larger and larger.
‘I-I’m going to be devoured!’
“Miti is just next door…”
“Don’t worry, I have plenty of ways to soundproof it. It won’t disturb her rest—unless she purposely wants to listen.”
‘Who was that even for?’
Outside the door, Ye Wanqing’s little tuft of hair instantly stood on end, and her boxed meal suddenly lost all appeal.
Who would want to hear that nonsense!
“Alright, Su Mu, stop making a fuss. My fingers are very gentle. Haven’t you tried it many times already?”
Massage—yes, it was a massage.
Before Su Mu could voice her resistance, Luo Jialan’s pretty face had already moved extremely close, close enough for Su Mu to clearly feel her warm and hurried breath.
Within a few breaths, her cheeks flushed bright red.
Su Mu’s body had already softened significantly from the eye contact, and the hands wrapped around the pillow were easily caught and moved aside.
The lower half of her face, hidden beneath the pillow, was exposed, looking like a frightened little deer trying to escape—but this only piqued Luo Jialan’s interest further.
Her gaze wandered over Su Mu’s bright, enticing crimson lips.
Luo Jialan could hardly wait to hold her tightly with her mouth.
Their positions had long since shifted from face-to-face to Luo Jialan above and the mouse below.
Who was in control was already painfully obvious.
Irina watched with great interest.
She actually wanted to help Su Mu fulfill her fantasy of being on top, but now the mouse who once made such bold declarations had clearly forgotten them all.
Not to mention Luo Jialan had already firmly locked Su Mu’s wrists.
What was there left to hesitate over?
At this point, it was best to simply relax and enjoy.
Wearing only a thin, pale white short shirt, Su Mu felt a wave of tingling all over as Luo Jialan examined her from this angle—whether from excessive nervousness or longing for comfort, she couldn’t tell.
Luo Jialan’s orchid-like breath kept brushing against Su Mu’s delicate nose, finally making her close her eyes.
‘Ugh, I regret this. Since I can’t escape, then hurry, hurry up already.’
But Luo Jialan remained at this teasing distance, seemingly waiting for something.
“Su Mu, may I?”
Moments later, Luo Jialan’s soft voice came to Su Mu’s ear.
‘Is she asking for my permission?’
Su Mu knew that the small hand holding her wrists was only lightly resting there without force.
As long as she spoke up or forcefully rolled over, she could easily break free.
Perhaps as she suspected, Luo Jialan still lacked courage, afraid that being too rough would hurt her feelings.
‘So should I respond to her properly then? After all, she came here excited and well-prepared.’
Luo Jialan was able to resist the Fallen Desire Domain of the Desire Witch and hold back her temptation at that time—can she not endure now?
Of course she could, but if she refused, Luo Jialan would definitely be disappointed.
Su Mu quietly opened her eyes and studied the delicate, petite face of the blue-haired girl.
Her smooth water-blue hair fell down without a single strand touching Su Mu’s face, as if deliberately avoiding teasing her.
This allowed Su Mu to gaze at Luo Jialan’s face without obstruction, seeing deep into her pale purple eyes the fervor poorly hidden beneath.
Her heartbeat alone gave away all her pretenses.
And the reason for such care was simply to let Su Mu give a genuine answer.
‘It wasn’t about sparing my feelings; it was to ask if I truly wanted to accept the wild side she was about to unleash.’
Their two soft bodies gradually pressed closer together.
Su Mu took a deep breath, giving no verbal reply.
Instead, she straightened up and, to Luo Jialan’s astonishment, tilted her head forward to meet her wet, glistening lips.
She took the final step, closing the last gap between their hearts.
Luo Jialan immediately sank into joy.
Their entanglement, their mingling—exchanging flavors shallow and deep—sweet like honey, sticky like glutinous cake.
Everyone forgot that Ye Wanqing was just outside.
Without any magical barriers, they were completely immersed in this long kiss, almost suffocatingly so.
When their soft lips finally parted, Su Mu’s face was flushed crimson like she was drunk, but she had discarded all remaining shyness.
Her half-lidded eyes shone with confusion and reluctance.
“Turn off the light.”
Su Mu nodded, and the room quickly fell into darkness.
This also let the girls better shed their disguises, including the cumbersome layer of clothing.
“Want me to help you?”
“No need.”
Su Mu clumsily tried to fumble with the metal clasp behind her, but whether from nerves or trembling fingers, she just couldn’t find it, which made her a bit impatient.
“No rush.”
Luo Jialan’s gentle eyes watched every subtle, amusing change in Su Mu’s expression.
She once wondered why she liked someone of the same sex like Su Mu.
Was it her nature?
Or the Desire Witch’s influence?
Or perhaps… that fanfic?
The answer no longer mattered.
But Luo Jialan knew her gaze on Su Mu was special.
Su Mu’s current reaction appeared very cute in Luo Jialan’s eyes, like a clueless husband fumbling to undress his wife for the first time, unsure where to place his hands.
“Let me.”
Luo Jialan’s hand slipped around Su Mu’s neck and easily undone the restraints.
This position had already brought them pressed tightly together, and as she let go, the released elasticity pressed fully against Luo Jialan.
Heart after heart.
At this moment, these two magical girls wielding extraordinary powers were governed by the instincts of their ordinary bodies.
Their lively forms made the long night short and fervent.
Meanwhile, the only witness, Ye Wanqing, clenched her fists and blocked out all sensations, quietly slurping noodles.
The noodles tasted awful, drenched in water with no solid bits!
Better to just go to sleep.
Falling asleep was easier than expected, and this time Ye Wanqing smoothly entered the Third Layer of the Dream World, a place she once hesitated to enter.
She wanted to vent the resentment in her heart!
“Yo, miss, you look lonely and down.”
Ye Wanqing, who had been burying her head, suddenly looked up in surprise.
Before her stood a girl bearing an uncanny resemblance to Su Mu.
The difference was a pair of pale gray pupils.
“Don’t be curious who I am just yet. How about you have a drink first?”