Jiang Ling stared intently at Fang Wannian’s face at close range, suddenly at a loss for what to do next.
What was it like to do a fake kiss again?
She recalled scenes from variety shows and dramas in her mind—it seemed like you used your fingers to achieve a similar effect.
Now that she thought about it, it was actually pretty simple.
With full confidence, Jiang Ling pressed her fingertip against Fang Wannian’s lips.
Today, Fang Wannian was wearing a peach-pink lipstick, with a moist texture that made even Jiang Ling’s finger feel smooth. Unconsciously, she began to gently rub the soft lips, not too hard nor too soft, as if tickling someone’s heart.
“Mm…”
Fang Wannian couldn’t speak in this situation, so she urged Jiang Ling on with her eyes. The muffled whimper that escaped her lips was exceptionally coquettish, as if saying:
Are you going to do it or not?!
With that, Jiang Ling steeled herself, closed her eyes, and leaned in for the kiss.
Since it was just a fake kiss, naturally, her lips landed on her own finger. Jiang Ling’s heart calmed down, and she unconsciously opened her eyes.
What she saw was Fang Wannian, tightly shutting her eyes, her face flushed bright red.
Her body seemed to have frozen, as Jiang Ling could feel the arms around her waist tensing up. The usually proud and bouncy twin ponytails now obediently drooped, and the stray hairs by her ear lightly brushed Jiang Ling’s cheek, making her itch a little.
For a moment, Jiang Ling was transfixed.
Hmm, she’s actually kind of cute when she’s not talking…
While Jiang Ling was briefly lost in thought, Fang Wannian opened her eyes, her face still full of embarrassment. She tightened her arms, then pinched Jiang Ling’s soft cheek with her other hand and gave it a little tug, pulling her away.
“That’s enough already!”
Jiang Ling, her cheek being pinched, slapped at Fang Wannian’s arm in pain, “Ow, ow, ow!”
Fang Wannian let go, looking away a little awkwardly, and muttered softly, “I guess it feels something like this.”
Jiang Ling rubbed her super sore cheek, pouting, about to say something, when she noticed Fang Wannian pursing her lips and fiddling with her mobile phone, eyes cast down.
“So you really are embarrassed after all…”
“I am not!”
Fang Wannian retorted immediately, but her voice trembled at the end, clearly unconvincing.
She seemed to realize this too, her face turning even redder.
“Something like this, of course, I can do it as many times as needed!”
With those words, as if giving up on herself, Fang Wannian reached out, touched Jiang Ling’s face, and pressed her own sweet lips onto her without hesitation.
Jiang Ling’s pupils shrank in shock at the sudden move, and then she realized that not only was there a slight dull pain on her lips from the finger pressing earlier, but also an indescribably soft sensation.
Her lips moved instinctively, and Fang Wannian seemed startled. She suddenly opened her eyes wide and stared at Jiang Ling in disbelief, her gaze flickering.
“I think we’ve practiced enough!” she blurted out, pushing Jiang Ling away. In almost a panic, she hurriedly tidied up her bag and rushed out of the practice room, “I have something else to do, I’m leaving first!”
Jiang Ling found this scene oddly familiar, except this time Fang Wannian made sure to close the door tightly behind her, so it didn’t bounce back open.
That really is strange…
Jiang Ling couldn’t quite figure it out, but she didn’t have time to dwell on it. She threw herself back into practice, preparing to repeat the movements until they became muscle memory.
But when Jiang Ling stood in front of the mirror, she couldn’t help but stop in her tracks—
In the mirror, she saw that the edge of her lips was stained with a striking peach-pink color.
Jiang Ling reached up to touch the crimson mark. Her fingertips were left with a lingering fragrance of lipstick.
Outside the door.
Fang Wannian leaned against the practice room door, her legs going weak as she slowly slid down. Her knuckles pressed to her lips, her body trembling slightly.
How did I end up actually kissing her…
Evening.
Jiang Ling tossed and turned in her room, but in the end, unable to resist the Team Leader’s authority, she reluctantly knocked on Bai Xue’s room door.
“You’re here?” Bai Xue opened the door with a bright smile, pulling Jiang Ling’s arm and leading her into the room. “I’ve been waiting for you for so long.”
“If possible, I’d really rather you didn’t wait for me…”
“That’s impossible. Didn’t we agree to sleep together?”
Bai Xue shook her head firmly, rejecting Jiang Ling’s pitiful plea. She casually turned on the projector in the room and swiftly picked out a foreign movie to play.
“Come sit.”
She patted the spot next to her.
Jiang Ling walked over nervously and sat down, surprised to find that Bai Xue didn’t make any extra moves. Instead, she focused intently on watching the movie.
Jiang Ling glanced at the screen—it seemed to be a Korean film called “Miss.”
But she just couldn’t calm down enough to pay attention to what was happening in the movie.
After all, sitting next to her was a stunningly beautiful and curvy older sister who loved to tease her.
As she was thinking this, she felt Bai Xue’s gaze fall on her. When she looked up, she met Bai Xue’s thoughtful eyes.
Seeing that expression, Jiang Ling’s heart skipped a beat.
Why do I suddenly have a bad feeling—meow!
But Bai Xue didn’t say or do anything, just asked gently, “Do you want to shower first?”
Jiang Ling checked the time. It was indeed almost bedtime, so she nodded and walked toward the bathroom, feeling a bit awkward.
“I left your sleepwear at the door.”
Outside the bathroom, Bai Xue placed a bag down, her voice tinged with a hint of laughter.
“Ah? Oh, thank you.”
Jiang Ling finished washing up quickly, then cautiously opened the door, reached out, and took the clothes from the bag. That’s when she saw a piece of cloth.
…?
Jiang Ling really wasn’t seeing things. What she held was indeed a thin piece of white clothing.
But it was so small that she couldn’t even tell it was clothing.
So this is the sleepwear Bai Xue prepared for her—a piece of cloth?!
At this moment, Bai Xue was lounging leisurely on the sofa, guessing that it was about time. She looked toward the bathroom, relaxed and ready.
The bathroom door opened just a crack, and Jiang Ling’s timid, trembling eyes peeked out, looking helplessly at Bai Xue, her voice barely audible: “D-Do I really have to go out wearing this?”
“Unless you’d rather come out naked—I don’t mind.”
Bai Xue chuckled softly. Jiang Ling drooped her head in defeat, nervously clutching the piece of cloth she wore, her face burning with shame as she stepped out of the bathroom.
This Bai Xue…
The sleepwear she’d prepared was actually a pitifully skimpy, ultra-short, thin, and see-through camisole!