After finishing a day of classes, Su Yao was riding her little bicycle on the way home.
At this time around noon, there were still quite a lot of people out and about, many of whom worked nearby and would come to this area to find a restaurant for lunch.
Su Yao occasionally glanced sideways at a restaurant or two, recalling the ingredients she saw in the fridge and thinking there didn’t seem to be much left.
“How about buying something on the way back?”
She stopped her bike, spaced out for a moment, then finally decided to head for the market.
When she got home, she was carrying a fish and a block of tofu.
As she fished out her keys, Su Yao glanced at the Fish Sang, which had already been cleaned and prepped, and for some reason, her mood lifted.
Yesterday’s congee for breakfast was a bit too bland.
So Su Yao bought a fish to treat herself, a hearty meal to make up for it—really give herself a good feast!
Poor Nanqiu caught a cold and couldn’t eat fish.
She found her keys in her pocket and turned the lock. With a soft click, she gently pushed the door open a crack and slipped inside—only to see Mu Nanqiu sitting on the sofa waiting for her.
“Good afternoon~”
Su Yao averted her gaze, replied in a muffled tone with a nod, then walked in as usual, took off her shoes and changed into her fluffy house slippers. Ignoring Mu Nanqiu’s appreciative gaze, she put the groceries on the kitchen counter first.
She tied on the new apron, getting ready to cook.
It was pale pink, printed with a certain cat and scattered flowers, perfectly matching the vibe of a home cook. Su Yao was a little resigned—this was something Mu Nanqiu had bought. She normally never used things like this, always cooking with her bare hands.
Mu Nanqiu silently watched, even snapping a few pictures with her phone.
She hadn’t expected this to provoke Su Yao’s dissatisfaction. Su Yao’s eyes brimmed with grievance as she said quietly,
“Can Senior even cook a meal?”
“Ah, that, I can do.”
Mu Nanqiu smiled, having long since accepted her own shortcomings—like only knowing how to eat but not cook, her lazy attitude towards housework, and never getting into the habit of washing her own clothes.
Miss Mu was a dazzling beauty outside, but at home she never bothered with makeup and such. She wasn’t one of those who would die without makeup before going out, and she quite liked Su Yao’s fresh-faced look. Mainly, it was just habit. Once you get used to something, changing it feels uncomfortable—like most people, Miss Mu was no exception.
She got up and walked over to the Rice Cooker. Lifting the lid, she found some leftover congee from the morning.
As she wondered what to do with it, Su Yao simply said, just pour it out.
It wasn’t much, just a thin layer at the bottom of the Rice Cooker. While cleaning it, she dumped it out, washed the cooker, and carried the basin out. Mu Nanqiu was stumped—she looked around but couldn’t find where the white rice was kept.
So, she turned her eyes to Su Yao, who was chopping fish, hesitated a bit, then asked,
“Yaoyao, where’s the rice?”
Su Yao looked back at her, lips pressed into a smile as if mocking her a little. Mu Nanqiu also smiled.
Her smile said: I’ll have my chance to get back at you!
The fragrant fish and tofu made Su Yao’s mouth water. She tasted a bit and found it was quite good, at least suiting her own taste. Her cooking skills had improved lately. Originally, she hadn’t planned on letting Mu Nanqiu eat any, but Senior acted decisively—if you won’t let me, I’ll just help myself. Su Yao didn’t stop her.
From the look of her face, Mu Nanqiu’s cold should be better.
After eating and drinking their fill and resting on the sofa for a while, Su Yao dozed off. When she woke, she found Mu Nanqiu’s face extremely close.
Su Yao looked at her in confusion. Mu Nanqiu smiled mysteriously and said,
“Yaoyao, do you remember? I said I’d teach you a few things……………”
As she spoke, Mu Nanqiu pressed Su Yao down onto the sofa, pinning her slender wrists and straddling her slim waist. Lowering her head, she gazed straight into Su Yao’s eyes. Strands of her black hair slipped down, brushing Su Yao’s cheek.
She leaned in slowly, their lips touching, warm and soft, making Su Yao’s heart race. Gradually, her whole body softened. Still, it didn’t last long; even though her heart beat faster, only a faint blush crept across Su Yao’s cheeks.
She was used to kissing now—unless something else was added, Su Yao didn’t feel particularly embarrassed.
Then, she focused her gaze on her chest.
Mu Nanqiu’s fingers were long and delicate, snow-white and slender—just one look and you’d fall in love. But right now, those fingers were pressed against her chest. Su Yao narrowed her eyes, glanced at Mu Nanqiu, and whispered in a soft, sticky voice,
“How much do you like this, really………………”
“I just do. So what?”
Mu Nanqiu laughed proudly. After fooling around for a while, they finally separated. Alone together with no one else around, sometimes they couldn’t help but get affectionate, even doing things a little out of line.
Still, Su Yao felt things between them were healthy—they never went too far.
“Nanqiu, didn’t you catch a cold? I think you should rest a bit more before doing anything.”
“I did catch a cold, but what does that have to do with you?” Mu Nanqiu put on a deliberately surprised expression. “You’re the one who needs training—delicate Teacher Mantou needs a good workout, so you don’t pass out when I mess with you.”
Hey!
“Pff, what nonsense are you talking about?”
Su Yao shot her a glare. Seriously, what happened to that elegant senior? I want my graceful senior back!
Mu Nanqiu reached out and gently rubbed Su Yao’s ear hidden under her hair, smiling as she said,
“Alright, alright, I won’t talk nonsense. But Yaoyao still has to come with me obediently.”
“………………Alright.” After hesitating, Su Yao finally decided to go along with Mu Nanqiu’s plan. After all, she didn’t have anything else to do anyway.
While picking out clothes, Su Yao felt pretty embarrassed. She’d originally bought two sets of extra-tight yoga outfits—black pants and a pink-and-white top—just to wear around the house, never expecting anyone else would see them. Seeing these now, she almost fainted.
Damn, if only she’d bought regular sweatpants! The loose kind!
She wanted to rummage in her wardrobe for something else, but Mu Nanqiu wasn’t having it. She wrapped her arms around Su Yao’s waist and took her to the door, then put her shoes on for her, hand over hand.
Watching Mu Nanqiu push her foot into the shoe, Su Yao felt utterly mortified—more than she ever did from a kiss.
Her feet, after all, had never been touched by anyone.
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