After holding her breath for a long time, An Xiaowei finally stretched out a slender hand from under the table.
The computer screen still displayed the message Ning Moqing had sent her.
"Bottle opener? What bottle opener? I don’t drink," An Xiaowei typed back in a flurry.
Ning Moqing: …
"Then you can choose orange juice. But, have you thought about my question?"
Ning Moqing clearly wasn’t fooled by An Xiaowei’s deflection.
While An Xiaowei was still racking her brain for a way to dodge Ning Moqing’s question, another message popped up.
"Let’s talk in person. I’ll wait for you at the café. Or, I can pick you up if you prefer."
Below the message was a location pin sent by Ning Moqing.
"Can I choose not to go?" An Xiaowei resisted inwardly.
She was a guy. What happened yesterday was already beyond her expectations, and she still couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that she’d been… well, with a girl.
"I can come get you."
An Xiaowei: …
"Fine, I’ll go."
Taking a deep breath, An Xiaowei resigned herself—no matter what, she had to face this.
She even touched up her makeup before leaving. At the café entrance, she bought a pack of gum from a convenience store, chewing it nonchalantly as she walked in.
Ning Moqing, as usual, was dressed in a smoky green floral dress, sitting in a corner of the café. Her fingers tapped lightly on the keyboard of a pastel pink laptop that looked slightly out of place in her hands.
"One cappuccino, no sugar. Oh, and these two cakes as well."
After paying, An Xiaowei stuffed her hands into her pockets and sauntered over to Ning Moqing with an air of indifference.
Ning Moqing had spotted her from afar but almost didn’t recognize her.
"What’s with this getup?" Ning Moqing frowned as An Xiaowei took a seat.
"Rebellious, free-spirited, bad girl persona," An Xiaowei replied, crossing her legs and flashing a pair of peach-pink-shadowed eyes that gave her a striking allure.
Ning Moqing: …
Xu Ya definitely needed a beating.
"What kind of nonsense has Xu Ya been teaching you?" Ning Moqing closed her laptop and fixed her gaze on An Xiaowei.
An Xiaowei avoided eye contact, blowing small bubbles with her gum instead.
"Do you prefer dinner, movies, or amusement parks?" Ning Moqing asked.
"I prefer sleeping," An Xiaowei quickly interjected.
Ning Moqing glanced at her crossed legs, leaned back against the booth, and chuckled softly.
"You’re really going to mess with me, huh?"
An Xiaowei looked up, her big eyes brimming with innocence and cluelessness.
She was just a poor, adorable little Shih Tzu.
What bad intentions could she possibly have?
"I think feelings can develop. For us, it wouldn’t be difficult." Ning Moqing pulled two sheets of paper from a stack of documents and slid them toward An Xiaowei.
An Xiaowei’s eyebrow twitched as she skimmed the contents.
A Relationship Schedule?!
What kind of nonsense was this? It even planned out their daily meals.
Was Ning Moqing… serious about this?
"Or, if you’d rather treat what happened as a one-time thing, I can accept that too."
An Xiaowei fell silent for a long moment.
Then, something suddenly occurred to her.
"Didn’t you say you liked guys?" She looked up at Ning Moqing.
She was starting to suspect she’d been tricked.
"Girls… aren’t off the table either," Ning Moqing said flatly.
An Xiaowei instinctively covered her chest. When she noticed Ning Moqing’s gaze growing peculiar, she coughed lightly and dropped her hands.
"What happened before was an accident," An Xiaowei offered weakly.
Ning Moqing raised an eyebrow.
"Did I say it wasn’t?"
An Xiaowei choked.
Great. She’d met her match. Now the question was whether she could unleash her ultimate move and take Ning Moqing down.
"Can I just say I don’t mind any of this?" An Xiaowei wiped her mouth clean of gum, then leaned forward across the table.
"I really don’t mind."
Ning Moqing retrieved the two sheets of paper.
"Okay. I understand."
A giant question mark popped up over An Xiaowei’s head. What did she understand?
"You haven’t eaten yet, right?" Ning Moqing said.
An Xiaowei nodded reflexively.
Yeah, yeah, sure.
"I’ll take you to dinner first. We’ll talk about the rest later." Ning Moqing checked nearby restaurants on her phone—the area had plenty of good options.
Of course, An Xiaowei couldn’t actually be with Ning Moqing. She didn’t dislike her, but "like" was a stretch.
Besides, she was just a passerby in this world. How could she possibly stay with Ning Moqing forever?
Ning Moqing picked up her laptop and led An Xiaowei out of the café.
"What do you want to eat?"
"Noodles. I’m easy to please," An Xiaowei declared, stretching lazily.
Ning Moqing turned to look at her.
"Are you saying you want me to take care of you?"
An Xiaowei: …
Maybe she should just seal her mouth shut. Why did she keep spouting nonsense?
"That’s not what I meant! I just meant I’m not picky about food."
"So, easy to raise," Ning Moqing concluded.
An Xiaowei decided it was better if Ning Moqing just stopped talking.
"Easy to raise" referred to having wide hips—not her…
Never mind. She swallowed the thought.
Ning Moqing did take her for noodles—but at a high-end private kitchen. The dishes were delicate and tiny, and the prices nearly made An Xiaowei’s eyes pop out of her head.
Then she remembered she was technically rich now and immediately straightened her back, brimming with confidence.
But then Ning Moqing glanced over, her gaze lingering on An Xiaowei’s chest.
An Xiaowei hurriedly covered herself.
"What are you doing?" She glared—Ning Moqing was clearly the real villain here.
Ning Moqing paused. Wasn’t An Xiaowei the one drawing attention there?
"The chicken wings here are good. Try them."
She ignored the question and placed a few wings on An Xiaowei’s plate.
The meal was painfully awkward. To avoid further mishaps, An Xiaowei buried her face in her bowl like a hamster, barely tasting anything.
By the time they left the restaurant, An Xiaowei wanted to hang herself with a pink ribbon.
Being around Ning Moqing was just too much.
"Should I take you home?" Ning Moqing asked, watching An Xiaowei shiver in the cold with her arms wrapped around herself. After a moment’s thought, she took off her coat.
"Give me your arm."
An Xiaowei looked up.
"I’ll help you put it on. Otherwise, you might catch a cold on the way back," Ning Moqing said softly.
The reasoning was sound. An Xiaowei figured there was nothing weird about wearing another girl’s clothes, so she slipped it on without protest.
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