“Because there wasn’t much to eat, I just made some noodles.”
Bai Rourou awkwardly held out the bowl toward Gong Nanxue, then passed over the chopsticks and soup spoon.
“I’m not picky,” Gong Nanxue said as she looked at the noodles.
They were just ordinary round noodles, sprinkled with scallions and topped with a fried egg—nothing more.
Already starving, Gong Nanxue didn’t care about the simplicity.
She grabbed a big clump of noodles, blew on them, and shoved them into her mouth.
Meanwhile, Bai Rourou had just finished cleaning the stove.
By the time she came out with her own portion, Gong Nanxue had already eaten more than half.
“You eat so fast!”
Bai Rourou exclaimed.
“Any more?”
Gong Nanxue lifted the bowl and took a big sip of the broth, still wanting more.
“I’ll share some with you.”
Bai Rourou, worried Gong Nanxue might find the meal lacking, quickly added, “I haven’t even eaten yet.”
“Okay.”
Even though it was just a simple egg noodle dish, Gong Nanxue still ate with satisfaction.
Bai Rourou, on the other hand, ate only until she was half full to make sure Gong Nanxue was fed.
“Later I’ll have the technician come over to set up the internet line. Do you need one too?”
“I—I don’t need it,” Bai Rourou shook her head.
She barely had any money left for herself, let alone to cover internet fees.
Gong Nanxue’s gaze drifted to Bai Rourou’s smooth, radiant shoulder, where a single strap dangled precariously as if it might slip off any second.
For some reason, she suddenly felt an urge to pull the strap down.
“I’ll go wash the dishes.”
Bai Rourou stood up and began clearing the bowls and chopsticks, an apron tied around her waist.
Seeing her like that, Gong Nanxue had a fleeting illusion—that she had married such a delicate little wife who was diligently handling the housework.
“Living with Rou Rou isn’t bad at all,” Gong Nanxue thought quietly as she returned to her room.
The two seemed to have an unspoken agreement not to mention what happened that morning.
***
In the afternoon, Bai Rourou deliberately put on the cleanest and neatest dress she owned.
It seemed like a reward she had bought for herself after finishing the college entrance exams.
Compared to her other clothes, it looked especially new.
The dress was a pale pink overall, modest in style.
The hem reached down to her knees, and the upper half was tightly wrapped.
The sleeves covered just below her upper arms, ending a little above the elbows.
With a somewhat tattered backpack on her back, Bai Rourou set out to find a job.
This time, she planned to look for a high-paying part-time job that required a pretty girl.
Her body really couldn’t take the toll of ordinary work anymore, and besides, after seeing herself in the mirror last night, she had become so beautiful—it would be a waste not to use it.
Unfortunately, after searching around, Bai Rourou couldn’t find a place like a maid café.
A City wasn’t quite a first- or second-tier city—it wasn’t developed enough, and the consumption level didn’t quite keep up.
The only places that met Bai Rourou’s requirements were bars and KTVs.
“Eh, there’s actually a bar that serves only women!”
Bai Rourou’s eyes lit up immediately.
She hailed a car and hurried over.
“A bar that only serves women? I guess it’s a gathering place for lesbians?”
Bai Rourou pursed her lips, a faint excitement stirring in her heart.
Would there be especially cute girls here?
She looked forward to it.
Soon, upon arrival, Bai Rourou went straight inside.
The decorations were particularly luxurious, with an elegant sign above: Moonflower Garden.
Inside the tavern, the style was gentle and refined, with a varied color scheme.
As soon as Bai Rourou entered, she caught a whiff of the scent of alcohol.
“Hello, we’re not open yet.”
A female waitress approached.
“Ah, I’m here to look for a job.”
Bai Rourou blinked and spoke softly, “I wonder if you’re hiring part-time workers?”
“I’m not sure.”
The waitress was tall, about 1.7 meters, a good half head taller than Bai Rourou.
She gave Bai Rourou a once-over, her eyes brightening.
“But I can take you to see the manager.”
“That would be great, thank you!”
So Bai Rourou followed her.
After a while, she realized the decorations she had seen before were just part of it.
Passing through a large door, the view instantly darkened and the space expanded dramatically—there was a vast open area with many booths.
Bai Rourou also noticed the place had two levels, so those on the second floor had an even better view of the main stage below.
“Sometimes, some girl groups come here to perform,” the waitress explained with a smile before leading Bai Rourou to the manager’s office.
“Are those girl groups legit?”
Bai Rourou wondered silently.
“Zhuang Sister, someone wants to apply for a job.”
“Let her in.”
A mature voice came from inside.
For some reason, just hearing it made Bai Rourou feel the woman was broad-minded and ambitious.
“Come in quickly.”
The waitress smiled at Bai Rourou and turned to leave.
Bai Rourou took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and stepped inside.
She saw a woman with delicate features seated in an office chair, head bowed over some documents.
The first thing Bai Rourou noticed was the woman’s broad chest.
“Hello.”
Zhuang Yan was stunned when she first saw Bai Rourou, immediately thinking she had to keep her.
That natural fragile aura was so rare—soft and delicate, very popular among those T girls.
You have to understand, about thirty to forty percent of the women who frequented the bar were strong women; none of them would submit to anyone.
Of those who came, seventy to eighty percent were T or P, so the truly feminine types were scarce.
It was a dog-eat-dog world. Though they deliberately recruited some delicate and pretty girls, those girls were also popular with men.
Upon hearing the shared traits, most hesitated and eventually refused.
“Real lesbians are very few, most are bisexual,” Zhuang Yan thought, with some even just pretending.
They thought being with girls was no big deal and would choose men if given the chance.
Her thoughts flickered quickly, but soon she focused on the girl before her.
What a pair of beautiful eyes!
“My name is Bai Rourou. I’m a freshman and want to find a part-time job to pay for living expenses.”
Listening to the girl’s timid expression and soft voice, Zhuang Yan felt a surge of joy.
What a pure little white rabbit.
Looking at her outfit, though the dress was new, the cloth shoes and tattered canvas bag revealed her dire financial situation.
Of course, the most stunning feature was her eyes—bright and clear as if you could see straight through them, sparkling like black gemstones.
Truly beautiful.
“Do you know the special nature of Moonflower?”
“What is it?”
The little white rabbit blinked her soft eyes, looking innocent and naïve.
Zhuang Yan smiled lightly and stood up from her chair.
“I’ll tell you.”