But I Feel Like You're Going to Sell Me (15)

Listen to my sister?

Like hell I will!

An Xiaowei would never just blindly follow someone else's orders. She nodded vaguely in response.

Ning Moqing knew the girl wasn’t stupid and glanced at the groceries in the fridge.

There was still plenty—enough to last them for days.

An Wan’s filming would take two months, and as a manager handling multiple celebrities, Ning Moqing had a packed schedule.

"Xiaowei, I remember you can cook, right? You’ll be fine making dinner yourself?" Ning Moqing checked her phone, which had been buzzing nonstop. If she didn’t leave soon, her team would lose their minds.

"No problem."

As soon as An Xiaowei answered, Ning Moqing shoved her laptop into her hands.

"Don’t forget your thesis."

An Xiaowei: "..."

What if I can’t write it?

She felt like this was life-or-death. It seemed she needed to hurry up and resolve the issues with the male and female leads.

Once Ning Moqing left, An Xiaowei plopped onto the sofa and scrolled through her phone.

She was watching a replay of Yan Chen’s livestream. He didn’t seem to be doing well lately, though at least he’d wised up a little—banning Xishi every match.

Being cut off from An Wan had left Yan Chen stuck in the beginner’s zone, unable to progress.

By the afternoon, An Xiaowei heard the door click open. She looked up to see Xu Ya yawning as she headed straight for the bathroom.

A man and a woman…

Alone together.

The sound of running water seeped through the door, light and rhythmic like drizzle, filling the air with an ambiguous tension.

Before An Xiaowei could finish the livestream replay, Xu Ya emerged from the bathroom.

Fresh out of the shower, Xu Ya’s skin glowed pink, her lips plump and red. Her slightly damp hair draped over her collarbones, and the faint upward tilt of her eyes carried a hint of allure.

She wore a silk camisole nightgown, the delicate fabric barely covering the soft curves beneath. Droplets trailed down her collarbone, darkening the fabric where they landed.

An Xiaowei glanced once and quickly averted her eyes.

See no evil, see no evil.

But then Xu Ya strode over, draping an arm around An Xiaowei’s shoulders.

"Little one, hungry?" Xu Ya smiled sweetly.

An Xiaowei felt something was off but couldn’t pinpoint what.

"Kind of, but I—"

Before she could finish, Xu Ya nuzzled her cheek, soft and warm.

"How about I take you out to eat?" Xu Ya beamed.

An Xiaowei squirmed, recalling Ning Moqing’s warnings. A thought flickered in her mind, but before she could grasp it, Xu Ya stretched and stood up.

The faint scent of her shower gel drifted over.

"Come on, Ning Moqing isn’t here. I’ll treat you—don’t worry, money’s no issue." She patted An Xiaowei’s shoulder.

"But I feel like you’re trying to sell me off," An Xiaowei blinked, looking adorably clueless.

"Me? Never!" Xu Ya ruffled her hair, grinning. "It’s settled then."

Xu Ya went to change, grabbing her makeup bag from the vanity.

"You don’t wear makeup, right? Let me doll you up—you’ll look even prettier."

"I’m not really into that," An Xiaowei muttered.

But Xu Ya was unstoppable. As she applied makeup, she chatted about random things—food, hobbies, anything lighthearted.

When she finished, An Xiaowei eyed the pile of cosmetics warily.

"This…"

"This is primer—goes on first to protect your skin. Then foundation, some color… but you’re cute, no need for heavy makeup."

Xu Ya washed An Xiaowei’s face, then dabbed product on with a sponge, tickling her skin.

"Do we really need this much?" An Xiaowei fidgeted.

Being a girl was such a hassle.

"It’ll be quick," Xu Ya assured her, a seasoned pro.

"I’ll teach you sometime. Every girl should know how to do this."

"Does makeup really make that much difference?" An Xiaowei mumbled.

Soon enough, Xu Ya finished. An Xiaowei felt strange—maybe because it was her first time wearing makeup.

Xu Ya guided her to the full-length mirror.

"Ta-da! Gorgeous, right? Now just change clothes and slip on some heels—perfection."

"Heels?" An Xiaowei’s legs already felt weak.

"Yep. Trust me, most jobs expect women to wear makeup. It’s basically a professional skill now. You’ve gotta learn."

That got An Xiaowei thinking.

Maybe makeup was necessary after all.

She might need it someday. How hard could it be?

"Is it difficult?" she hesitated.

Before she could turn, Xu Ya produced an outfit and heels.

After some fussing, An Xiaowei clung to the wall.

"I—I can’t stand!" Her legs trembled like she was having a seizure.

"It’s fine, these aren’t even tall," Xu Ya crouched, steadying her.

"Hold my hand. Walk with me." She smiled encouragingly.

An Xiaowei gripped Xu Ya’s arm, managing a few shaky steps. Aside from nearly twisting her ankle, it went okay.

"Not so bad, huh?" After a few tries, An Xiaowei grinned.

"Told you! Just balance and go."

Xu Ya packed her bag, then gave An Xiaowei a thumbs-up as she stood steadily.

"You’re a natural! First time in heels? Impressive."

"Pfft, I could handle ten centimeters easy," An Xiaowei boasted, puffing up.

Xu Ya stifled a laugh.

"Sure, sure. Let’s go."

An Xiaowei nodded. Just dinner—what could go wrong?

She was a grown man (sort of). No way Xu Ya could outsmart her.

But she never expected Xu Ya to take her to a bar.

The place was tucked away, quiet, surrounded by historic buildings and trees. A gentle breeze made it feel more like a garden than a bar.

"Nice, right?" Xu Jing (or was it Xu Ya?) loved the finer things.

"It is… but a bar? Isn’t that kinda…" An Xiaowei never pegged her as the bar-hopping type.

"Relax, it’s not a club. Just a chill spot for drinks. I’ll get you some light cocktails and snacks."

Xu Ya led her inside, where the staff greeted her warmly.

"Oh hey, Xu Ya, is this your new friend?" The long-haired girl slung an arm over Xu Ya's shoulder and flashed a smile at An Xiaowei.