The sweet aroma filled her mouth, and the silky, creamy sweetness made Su Yao’s mouth water; she rarely got to eat things like this, so naturally, she cherished it.
Mu Nanqiu, coming out of her room, saw Su Yao sitting on the sofa, the coffee table covered with all the Cake she had bought.
Although Su Yao ate in small bites, she was scooping it up quite quickly, her cheeks bulging full, as if afraid someone would snatch it away.
Mu Nanqiu smiled, but the heaviness in her head made her frown slightly. Supporting her forehead with one hand, she let out a gentle sigh. Looking at Su Yao’s back, she chose not to disturb her and quietly went to the bathroom to run some water.
The sound of water caught Su Yao’s attention. When she looked over with the fork still in her mouth, Mu Nanqiu had just finished washing her hands and stepped out. The two locked eyes for a moment, and Su Yao used the back of the sofa to hide half her face.
“If you like it, eat some more. But be careful not to get cavities.”
“I won’t.”
Hearing the word ‘cavity,’ Su Yao raised her eyebrows, a little reluctant to stop now. How could you stop eating sweets before you got tired of them?
She thought so, but was soon defeated by Mu Nanqiu’s next sentence.
“Eat too much and you’ll not only get cavities, but you’ll get fat too. Does Yao Yao want her bust to go up another size?”
“No, it’s already enough as it is, and can you please not always bring that up?”
Reluctantly, Su Yao began to pick up the things and put them back in the fridge. She checked the stock—there was still some left from the last replenishment, enough to get through tomorrow. So she didn’t feel like going to the market tonight.
Mu Nanqiu had already gone back to her room. Even if she wasn’t in poor health, being sick meant she needed to rest properly.
Su Yao didn’t want to bother her, so she went back to her own room, lay down on the bed, and let out a long sigh.
She had planned to do some “tempting” today, but seeing Mu Nanqiu like that, she thought she’d better leave it for a few days. It’d be the same then.
After a comfortable bath, the two of them went to bed early. The next day, Su Yao took the Thermometer and went to Mu Nanqiu’s room.
She knocked on the door and, not waiting for a reply, went right in. As soon as she entered, she saw the covers on Mu Nanqiu’s bed moving.
From under the covers came Mu Nanqiu’s voice.
“I didn’t say you could come in yet. Go back out and knock again.”
“Oh.”
Su Yao retreated outside and knocked again, but Mu Nanqiu told her to wait a moment.
After a while, Su Yao knocked again.
This time, Mu Nanqiu finally allowed her in. Opening the door again, Su Yao squinted at Mu Nanqiu, who was already sitting up in bed. A person who’d just woken up couldn’t have such neat hair, and she was even wearing a tight-fitting, beige knitted sweater.
It was clear Mu Nanqiu had used the time just now to tidy herself up. She still cared a lot about her image in Su Yao’s eyes.
A light cough snapped Su Yao back to her senses. She walked over to Mu Nanqiu and handed her a Thermometer, watching as Mu Nanqiu bared her snowy white shoulder and neck, slipping the metal tip of the Thermometer under her arm.
With her fragrant shoulder half exposed, brows slightly lowered, and a sleepy look in her eyes, a few messy strands of hair giving her a languid air, she looked incredibly tempting.
Su Yao had an urge to take a bite, but held herself back—not out of fear of catching anything, but because it just didn’t feel appropriate right now. Besides, even when sick, Mu Nanqiu could probably pin her down with ease.
So Su Yao decided not to go looking for trouble. She still had to go to school today.
“I’ll get you some water, take your Medicine.”
Watching Su Yao bustling about again, Mu Nanqiu smiled faintly and said, “I’m almost better, it’s just a little cold, really.”
Su Yao paused, nodded, and gazed off into the distance with a soft “mm.” Her reaction made Mu Nanqiu a little puzzled, but she quickly understood. You give and you get—this was common sense. One-sided giving went against this, and that made people uneasy. Su Yao wasn’t the type to comfortably accept being doted on, maybe because she’d always been on her own and was especially sensitive about this.
Mu Nanqiu understood, but said nothing—there was no point in saying anything right now.
“Yao Yao, remember what I told you about being my model?”
“Huh?”
Su Yao was about to head off to school, but Mu Nanqiu’s words made her freeze for a moment. Then she remembered that not long ago, Mu Nanqiu had asked if Su Yao could be her model…
Su Yao had forgotten.
She glanced at Mu Nanqiu, who was already out of bed, eyes full of curiosity.
Model… what kind of model?
She hoped it would be something proper. If it wasn’t proper, well—if it was Mu Nanqiu, it wasn’t like it’d be impossible.
Su Yao thought of those Photo Album stars, and her face flushed.
The thought of posing flirtatiously for Mu Nanqiu felt unbearably strange—strange enough to make her want to crawl into a hole from embarrassment.
Wearing skimpy, see-through outfits, being asked to strike all kinds of poses and expressions under her gaze, the passion slowly building up as each photo was taken, and when the shoot was finally done, the two of them unable to hold back…
Shameful, yet thrilling—a brand new experience!
Eeek~
Su Yao squeezed her legs together.
Seeing Su Yao’s expression grow stranger, Mu Nanqiu frowned slightly, puzzled as to what Su Yao could be thinking.
“Yao Yao, you’re not thinking anything weird, are you?”
“BOR….”
Su Yao paused for a moment, hurriedly suppressing her increasingly radiant smile. Then, sensing that Mu Nanqiu seemed to guess what she was thinking, she grew embarrassed. Under Mu Nanqiu’s gaze, Su Yao felt as if her impure self was being judged.
Mu Nanqiu didn’t keep pressing Su Yao, instead making a joke.
“When the time comes, I’ll do your makeup, we’ll shoot some indoor green screen photos first, then head out for outdoor shoots. As for the private Photo Album, I want to cover the whole wall with them.”
“……”
Su Yao choked on her own breath, coughed several times, and fled Mu Nanqiu’s room in a panic. Her cheeks burning, she grabbed her little backpack and said gloomily, “I’m off to school first!”
Hurrying out the door, Su Yao patted her cheeks, thinking to herself, Are we really going to take that kind of Photo Album?
What would it be like?
If Nanqiu recovers today, does that mean she’ll drag me to do that this afternoon?
With that thought, she remembered Mu Nanqiu had also said she wanted to teach her dancing and all sorts of other skills. Mu Nanqiu planned to teach Su Yao everything—not mastery, but at least familiarity, just to fill their boring lives.
Su Yao suddenly wondered if she should have just forgotten about it.