“Get off me, get off!”
Su Mu struggled to pry the clingy Ye Wanqing off her body, but her weak hands made it hard for her to succeed; even her resistance seemed adorable.
This unfamiliar sense of helplessness left Su Mu a bit astonished.
After over a month of training with Luo Jialan, it had been a long time since she’d felt like this.
It wasn’t because Ye Wanqing weighed too much.
That girl’s shameless figure honestly didn’t attract Su Mu as much as she’d thought.
In fact, Su Mu instantly realized what the real reason was.
It was exactly as Lu Shan had described before: not a trace of magical power could be found, and her body felt limp and weak, so tired she could barely keep her eyes open.
She wanted to just laze on the bed, yet an inexplicable sense of urgency nagged at her heart, leaving her unable to rest and making her feel endlessly irritable.
But who could she vent this irritation to?
“You’re on my bed again. Don’t you have your own?”
“Huh? Mmm…”
Ye Wanqing mumbled in half-sleep, her answer almost unconscious, making Su Mu feel as if she were dealing with a child who hadn’t grown up yet.
It made her laugh out of exasperation.
Bracing her sore waist, Su Mu pushed Ye Wanqing down and looked at her from above.
Ye Wanqing’s sleeping face was undeniably pretty and charming, and her lips were as red and glossy as rubies.
But Su Mu had no intention of tasting their sweetness; instead, she wanted to make those delicate lips swell up bright red.
As a form of punishment.
Ye Wanqing was barely dressed, brazenly revealing her lush figure and translucent skin.
At that moment, deep in sleep, a glistening drool hung at the corner of her lips.
Even without Su Mu’s intervention, she looked completely dazed.
In that instant, Su Mu understood Tang Nai’s wicked sense of humor, and realized what she herself ought to do.
‘Back then, you played dead pig in Luo Jialan’s hands, didn’t you? Well, I won’t take a picture, but that doesn’t mean I won’t leave you with some lasting memories, right?’
‘Let’s leave some unforgettable memories between us.’
Ye Wanqing was sleeping deeply.
Though her face was already flushed, her skin like a ripe peach that would burst with juice at the slightest squeeze, she merely fluttered her lashes, her breathing a bit tight, yet showed no sign of waking.
She even absentmindedly grabbed Su Mu’s slender finger, pulling it into her mouth and starting to suck as if nursing, which left Su Mu truly astonished.
‘Should I say she’s really an idiot… Wait, isn’t this exactly what I wrote yesterday?’
Rubbing her forehead, Su Mu sighed helplessly, as if deciding to give up.
Ye Wanqing slipped back into peaceful dreams.
But the next moment, Su Mu’s gaze sharpened.
“I won’t let you off, I won’t let you off, I won’t let you off!”
What Su Mu didn’t know was that Ye Wanqing’s situation was just like hers last night—when a Magical Girl falls asleep, this kind of mild disturbance won’t wake her.
At the very least, it would need to be something life-threatening.
This kind of harmless, one-sided roughhousing only triggers some minor nerve responses.
Well, of course, if someone tried to take advantage of a Magical Girl while she slept, it wouldn’t work either.
If a stranger was nearby, she’d sense it, and it would show even in her dreams—sometimes, she’d even subconsciously drag the intruder into her dream.
About an hour later, Su Mu was sitting on the sofa, rubbing her shoulder.
She’d certainly vented her frustration, but she still couldn’t feel even a trace of magic—just as Lu Shan had described, she had completely reverted to an ordinary human state.
But maybe, thanks to Ye Wanqing helping her relax a little, she wasn’t all that tired anymore.
In fact, she felt a brief excitement.
Once the excitement faded, what would follow was probably a long stretch of malaise.
Still, Lu Shan’s issue couldn’t just be set aside.
In the next few days, she needed to find a way to look for her mom.
Su Mu frowned.
When she thought of Su Ya, fragmented memories flickered in her mind.
Although the memories weren’t complete, some things were very clear.
First, Su Ya was a Magical Girl.
Second, her own memory had problems.
Third, Su Ya was well aware of those problems.
In other words, as long as she could find Su Ya, everything could be resolved.
But the question was how.
Should she just post a missing person notice?
Or go to the police and say, “I can’t find my mom”?
That kind of childish approach…
It was honestly simple, crude, and effective!
“My mom’s gone missing. She’s in B City right now.”
“Register over there first.”
Su Mu was a little surprised.
The staff in front of her, covered in the scent of shifts, was clearly using scripted lines to brush her off.
It was a feeling she knew all too well in the past, but ever since becoming a Magical Girl, she hadn’t experienced being just another “background character” in a long time.
People on the street would keep glancing at her, she couldn’t sit still in class, even the chances of being called on had risen.
But now, all that was gone.
Su Mu pouted slightly.
‘It wasn’t a bad thing, but why did it feel so irritating?’
But there was nothing to be done.
Right now, Su Mu was just an ordinary girl.
If she suddenly told people she was a Magical Girl, they’d probably say things like, “What a pity, such a good girl, losing her mind at such a young age.”
However, after Su Mu finished registering, the person entering her ID number suddenly raised an eyebrow, glancing back and forth between Su Mu and the screen.
The next moment, her tone became much more serious.
“I understand. Your mother is missing. She just arrived in B City from G City, is that correct?”
Su Mu was completely confused.
Since when did her name carry this kind of weight?
Why didn’t she know?
Probably Tang Nai’s doing.
She handled everything, after all.
Speaking of which, that girl happened to drop the ball at a time like this.
She wasn’t up to some mischief again, was she?
Even though her case was getting attention, Su Mu still only got a “go home and wait for notification” reply.
That was inevitable—no one could respond instantly, and this wasn’t some major crime.
Plus, the timeline of Su Ya’s disappearance was still unclear.
She hardly had any acquaintances in G City, and it had taken a lot of effort just to find someone who knew her.
Continuing the investigation would naturally take time.
Su Mu stood on the curb, planning to catch a ride to school, but even though she kept waving her hand, not a single car stopped.
It made her feel frustrated.
They were all empty—why were they ignoring her?
Could that strange attribute be acting up again?
Su Mu puffed out her cheeks and pulled out her phone, opening a ride-hailing app.
I refuse to believe this.