Chapter 47: Lost in Memory?

Ning Wanciu froze in place, not understanding what had just happened to her.

She lowered her head; An Yu was tilting her head and staring at her, those amber eyes seeming to hold only Ning Wanciu.

“Mm…”

Ning Wanciu startled, instinctively stepping back, her heartbeat quickening.

She felt something was off—not with An Yu, but with herself.

“What’s wrong?” 

An Yu asked softly, but Ning Wanciu couldn’t detect the slightest emotional fluctuation in her voice.

Somewhat flustered, Ning Wanciu forcibly suppressed the throbbing in her heart and shook her head lightly, pretending nothing had happened.

“Mm, it’s nothing…” 

Ning Wanciu couldn’t describe her feelings and could only change the subject: “So, An Yu, what do you think of Dongli?”

Perfect—this was what she had originally come to ask.

A flicker of confusion passed through An Yu’s eyes. 

Dongli…

Oh, little pillow sister.

But why bring up little pillow sister all of a sudden?

“Very skilled.” 

An Yu answered honestly.

Little pillow sister was amazing at games—way better than her.

“Is that so.” 

Ning Wanciu smiled and nodded: “Then, are you still willing to play with her?”

An Yu blinked, a little puzzled, but still nodded: “Mm.”

Strange—they had agreed yesterday to play again next time. 

Why was Ning Wanciu suddenly asking this?

She rarely says anything just for show. If she said next time, then she really means to play again next time, An Yu thought.

“That’s good.”

“Mm.”

Not sure what’s good about it, but I’ll answer for now.

An Yu looked up expressionlessly at Ning Wanciu. 

Toward the big pillow, she had to maintain a good attitude—it would be useful later.

Mm, very useful.

Sleeping was a matter bigger than the sky, so as the comfiest pillow, Ning Wanciu had great use. 

Once she was kicked out of the An family, she’d go find her to sleep.

Because Ning Wanciu had just promised—anytime was fine. 

An Yu remembered it well and would never forget.

Being stared at like this by An Yu, Ning Wanciu’s heartbeat sped up again. 

She’s so obedient and cute…

Ning Wanciu unconsciously reached out and pinched An Yu’s adorable little cheek.

“Ah…” 

By the time Ning Wanciu realized what she’d done, it was too late—she had already acted.

Fortunately, An Yu didn’t resist. 

Though puzzled, she didn’t dislike contact with Ning Wanciu—in fact, she quite liked it.

Seeing An Yu wasn’t upset, Ning Wanciu breathed a sigh of relief. 

Though An Yu often liked to do intimate things with her, when she took the initiative, it always felt like a psychological burden.

Perhaps because Ning Wanciu couldn’t be as carefree as An Yu.

She hadn’t known An Yu long enough to let go completely.

Ding-ling———

The class bell rang; the short break was over.

Good thing Ning Wanciu had already asked what she needed.

“Phew… class is starting. See you later, An Yu~”

“Mm, see you later, Ning Wanciu.”

See you at nap time.

After the greeting, Ning Wanciu turned and left, returning to her seat—though for some reason, she looked a bit flustered.

This had taken longer than expected; class had already started. 

She needed to sneak her phone out and send a quick message to her little sister.

Ning Wanciu figured Ning Dongli was probably anxious by now.

That girl overthought everything. 

If she delayed any longer, Dongli might think An Yu really didn’t want to talk to her and that was why there was no reply.

【Qiu】: I asked. 

An Yu said she had a lot of fun playing with you yesterday and even praised how skilled you are.

【Meimei】: Really?!

She had just typed and was about to put her phone away when her sister replied almost instantly.

Ning Wanciu sighed helplessly. 

As expected, Ning Dongli had probably been clutching her phone, waiting for the message.

【Qiu】: It’s true, so stop overthinking. I have class now and can’t reply anymore, okay?

【Meimei】: Mm-hm, thanks, big sis!

Seeing her sister’s message, Ning Wanciu shook her head and didn’t reply further, turning off the screen and putting the phone away.

Class had started, after all.

Still, Ning Dongli seemed to have perked up again, so she could relax…

Just as Ning Wanciu fully relaxed, someone poked her twice from behind.

“Mm!” 

She instinctively shivered, her relaxed nerves tensing up again.

Her seatmate behind was Cheng Shimumeng, who rarely spoke to her during class.

Unless… something special was up…

“Hehe, Wanciu, you looked really happy just now~” Cheng Shimumeng teased: “Hugging and cuddling in front of the whole class? Guess you’re done hiding it now?”

Ah… of course. 

Unless something particularly… particularly amusing was happening, Cheng Shimumeng wouldn’t bother her during class.

Ning Wanciu chose silence, waiting for Cheng Shimumeng to get bored and give up.

But she clearly underestimated Cheng Shimumeng’s persistence.

“Oh? Keeping quiet?” 

Cheng Shimumeng chuckled: “Or is our Wanciu too shy to speak?”

“Hehe, but shyness won’t help. You hugged little An Yu for about five minutes in front of everyone~” 

Cheng Shimumeng had even timed it. 

She was always attentive to this kind of fun.

Especially when it involved An Yu and Ning Wanciu—she cared even more.

It was just too entertaining. 

Sure, An Yu was adorable, but she hadn’t expected An Yu to so easily affect her usually calm best friend.

Yet even after all that, Ning Wanciu still didn’t react.

“Aiya, pretending not to hear? But…” Cheng Shimumeng leaned closer: “So, how did it feel to hold little An Yu?”

They’d had plenty of close contact. 

From day one, An Yu had sat in Ning Wanciu’s lap, and Ning Wanciu had wrapped her arms around An Yu’s waist to keep her from falling.

But honestly, that kind of holding was completely different from earlier.

An Yu had been fully cradled in Ning Wanciu’s arms—every place that should and shouldn’t be touched had been touched.

“It must’ve been soft and comfy, right? Want to hug her again?” 

Cheng Shimumeng said with a mischievous grin.

She waited for Ning Wanciu’s reaction, but disappointingly, Ning Wanciu remained silent.

Cheng Shimumeng was about to up the pressure when she suddenly noticed—Ning Wanciu wasn’t unresponsive.

Her ears had taken on a faint pink tint. 

Clearly, she wasn’t truly indifferent.

Even…

“Lost in memory?”

“Don’t talk nonsense!” 

Ning Wanciu finally couldn’t hold back. She leaned back and whispered to Cheng Shimumeng.

“Hehe, finally speaking?”

Ning Wanciu felt utterly speechless. 

The devil is one foot tall, the Taoist priest ten. 

She’d still been caught.