“Ha?”
The moment Fang Wannian stepped inside, she heard Mo Ran pointing at Jiang Ling, talking about some girlfriend.
“Come sit down. I’m teaching Xiao Lingdang the exclusive secrets of being an idol.”
Mo Ran waved her hand, and Fang Wannian sat beside her, her face full of confusion. “Exclusive secrets?”
“Ahem!”
Mo Ran cleared her throat instantly, then focused seriously as she delivered her so-called profound wisdom—
“As a girl group member, the first thing you must learn is how to ‘sell’ yourself!”
Hearing this, Jiang Ling immediately wrapped her arms tightly around her shoulders. “Ugh, I never expected it to be a hidden rule. NOVA is way too dark. I want to go home…”
Seeing Jiang Ling curled up trembling, Mo Ran showed an ‘evil’ smile. “Hehe, that’s not up to you.”
She chases, she runs, she’s trapped with no wings to fly!
A grand romantic, melodramatic urban idol drama is about to unfold—let’s wait and see—
“Wait and see my ass!”
Fang Wannian interrupted the two who were about to cause a ruckus, her tone sharp. “So you two came to the dance studio early this morning just to perform this for me?”
“No, no.”
Mo Ran replied immediately and then pushed Jiang Ling over to Fang Wannian’s side. “Of course, it’s to brainstorm ideas for your collaboration song.”
“This is a duet with a lot of interaction. If you perform well, it could bring a lot of attention to NOVA. So your goal is to show that kind of dual-person game, the ambiguous ‘wanting to resist but can’t’ vibe. Got it?”
Mo Ran went on and on, glancing at their expressions.
Jiang Ling looked clueless, and Fang Wannian frowned, clearly annoyed. Between the two, there was absolutely none of that intense, lingering chemistry that leaves people breathless.
Mo Ran sighed unconsciously.
“Forget it, activating plan B.”
At this, Jiang Ling timidly raised her hand. “Excuse me, do we even have a plan A?”
“Why do you care so much!” Mo Ran ignored Jiang Ling’s comment. “You two might as well live together this week. It’ll be more convenient for practice, and you can build up your feelings.”
“Build… feelings?”
Jiang Ling involuntarily glanced at Fang Wannian sitting next to her. Following the sway of her golden twin tails, she vaguely saw the same puzzled look on Fang Wannian’s face.
“I’m not trying to discourage you, but the most important thing on this stage is physical contact, eye interaction, and the atmosphere.”
Mo Ran switched to a more serious expression, pointing to the stage on the screen. “These two did a great job—they’re a real couple. You can’t reach that level, but at least don’t make the audience break character.”
Hearing this, Jiang Ling suddenly understood what she’d been missing all along.
There really wasn’t that face-blushing atmosphere between her and Fang Wannian; it came off a bit too innocent.
“Makes sense.”
After a brief thought, Fang Wannian nodded in agreement, then looked at Jiang Ling. “Come to my place today?”
For the sake of the stage, Jiang Ling had no reason to refuse.
“Tch, why does this feel a bit off?”
As Jiang Ling went back to pack her daily necessities, she suddenly stopped.
She’d just slept with Bai Xue yesterday, and today it was Fang Wannian. The more Jiang Ling thought about it, the more she felt like some Zhanan Huangdi flipping through his harem.
“Ah… whatever, it’s all for the stage effect.”
Finally giving up on the thought, Jiang Ling slung her bag over her shoulder and got into the car waiting outside.
As soon as she got in, a blast of cool air hit her, carrying a faint, fresh scent that instantly relaxed her.
The driver was still the same butler from last time, smiling kindly, clearly happy to see Jiang Ling. “So it’s really you.”
“Really?” Jiang Ling tilted her head.
“After all, the Daxiaojie doesn’t have many friends. It’s the first time I’ve seen her this close to someone.”
He spoke honestly, but Jiang Ling immediately felt like she’d walked into some Mary Sue Ba Dao Zong Cai novel—Fang Wannian the aloof, female CEO uninterested in women, and herself the soft Xiao Bai Tu Xiao Jiaoqi…
Fang Wannian immediately cut in. “Alright, just drive! Stop saying such boring things.”
She looked away, staring out the window, her ears faintly red.
Jiang Ling wisely didn’t press further.
Back at the house, they naturally practiced their dance moves, both tacitly ignoring the so-called atmosphere, focusing instead on refining the technical details.
After practice, Jiang Ling was soaked in sweat, constantly tugging at her collar, trying to cool off but still sticky all over.
She wanted to shower, so she asked, “Where’s the bathroom?”
Upon hearing this, Fang Wannian was about to point in the direction, but suddenly paused. After thinking for a moment, she said, “You should go over there. There’s a large bath that can help relieve fatigue.”
After all, after so much dancing, the muscles needed to relax.
“Ah? Oh, sure.”
Jiang Ling naturally agreed and followed the servant into the warm room.
What greeted her was a bath that looked like a hot spring—clean and spacious. Jiang Ling blinked in surprise, quickly stripping and stepping in.
“Ah… so comfortable…”
The water was hot, steam swirling around her, and Jiang Ling closed her eyes contentedly, letting her body sink into the warmth.
If only she could soak like this every day… she thought, when she suddenly heard faint noises outside the door.
“You’re in there?”
Fang Wannian’s uncertain voice sounded.
“Ah? Yeah, I am.”
Jiang Ling called out immediately, then saw Fang Wannian slowly enter wrapped in a towel, locking the door with a click behind her.
This smooth sequence made Jiang Ling’s face full of question marks.
She was soaking in the bath completely naked, for crying out loud!!
Fang Wannian walked to the edge of the bath, watching Jiang Ling’s startled movement. She glanced away slightly and mumbled, “What’s wrong? Didn’t you say we needed to build feelings?”
“…May I ask, Daxiaojie, where exactly did you learn this method of building feelings?”
“Yi Shi Jie Hou Gong Fan.”
“That kind of thing you actually believe?!”
Ignoring Jiang Ling’s almost shouted protest, Fang Wannian took off the towel wrapped around her body and set it aside, then stepped into the bath.
With an extra person, Jiang Ling vaguely felt the water level rise. Following her gaze, she involuntarily held her breath.
Perhaps because she was pampered, Fang Wannian’s skin was more delicate than most. Her golden long hair, wet from the bath, was tied up in a bun at the back of her head, revealing a slender, pale neck. Her rounded shoulders gave way to a modest yet soft figure—
Flat-chested twin-tail tsundere Daxiaojie, the best!
Jiang Ling silently cheered in her mind as Fang Wannian stood not far from her.
She was lightly frowning, water droplets rolling down her cheeks, arms crossed over her chest, covering most of her beauty. The look in her eyes was both displeased and shy.
“Where are you looking? Seriously…”
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