Chapter 11 : My Little Boyfriend, Is He This Sensitive
11: My Little Boyfriend, Is He This Sensitive?
Don't try to guess a girl's thoughts~ no matter how you guess~ you still won't understand~~~
This was a 90s sweet song that Su Mo often heard playing from her father's phone.
Regarding this lyric from the song, Su Mo, who had always only wanted to complete missions and stay alive without thinking about women, had never understood it, nor had she ever thought of understanding it.
But now, looking at the loli senior with a childish face and huge breasts across the kotatsu, whose innocent little face kept changing expressions (#^.^#) (≧m≦) („ಡωಡ„) like March weather, unpredictable and ever-changing.
To this, Su Mo, who hadn't gotten the girl's thoughts, felt that this lyric was quite reasonable.
The table placed in Lin Muyao and An Xiaoqian's apartment living room was different from ordinary family dining tables that required stools to sit on.
This table was similar to a Japanese-style kotatsu, placed directly on the ground without stools. As a substitute, bedding was laid directly underneath surrounding the kotatsu, looking convenient while also appearing very comfortable.
Honestly, this was Su Mo's first time seeing this kind of table in reality, and she found it quite novel.
However, beyond the novelty, Su Mo didn't smoothly extend her legs into the kotatsu like the loli senior sitting across from her. Although her feet didn't smell, entering a kotatsu together with a girl still made Su Mo feel somewhat ashamed.
Just as Su Mo sat restrainedly at a corner of the kotatsu, curiously examining the room, a pair of snow-white long legs forced their way into her vision like animated special effects.
The owner of these legs was none other than Su Mo's fake girlfriend who had just gone to get water—Lin Muyao.
Unlike the childish-faced, big-breasted An Xiaoqian, who made people unconsciously focus their gaze on her innocent face and the inappropriately large bears on her chest that didn't match that face.
What Lin Muyao brought in terms of stunning sensory impact, aside from her looks, was more those two snow-white, slender beautiful legs. Different from ordinary girls' soft, fleshy lines, Lin Muyao's legs gave the first impression of being long—devastatingly long.
Above her jade-white ankles, her skin had that healthy, tight fairness that came from fitness, without a trace of excess fat. They looked cool and refreshing, with smooth lines and visible silkiness that made one couldn't help but have evil thoughts of wanting to climb from her ankles straight to the clouds with one's hands.
Su Mo had never paid much attention to Lin Muyao before, but now, looking closely at these long legs that were still taller than herself even when seated, Su Mo finally understood why she had been silently voted campus belle by the boys.
So the saying "beauty is judged by thighs" was really correct!
"Junior Su Mo, would you like cola, coffee, or orange juice?"
Lin Muyao, returning from the kitchen with water, didn't know Su Mo's current thoughts. Walking to the kotatsu, she bent her knees slightly and placed the tray holding three different drinks in front of Su Mo.
Due to lowering her head, a mischievous strand of bangs fell down, seemingly brushing across her cheek with some itchiness. Lin Muyao instinctively extended her left hand to gently tuck that playful strand behind her delicate ear.
A girl tucking her hair—clearly a very simple daily gesture. But after Lin Muyao did it, looking at her overly lustrous white earlobe set off by her black hair and her absolutely beautiful face, Su Mo's heart couldn't help but beat faster.
It was the first time Su Mo carefully noticed that Lin Muyao was actually this beautiful.
After being slightly shocked by her girlfriend's exquisite beauty, Su Mo looked at the three different drinks placed in front of her.
Facing these three drinks, Su Mo honestly felt some warmth in her heart.
Because Lin Muyao's current action clearly meant for her, the guest, to choose first.
Although the two of them now had a contractual couple relationship, which could be considered an employment relationship if examined closely, with the other party still being her boss.
Although drinks were just a trivial matter, Su Mo could still feel the other party's respect for her from this gesture.
Since cola was rich in caffeine and coffee also contained caffeine, both being bad for the heart, Su Mo didn't think much and picked up the orange juice in the middle.
After taking a small sip, Su Mo's eyes lit up slightly.
She felt that this orange juice of some unknown brand was quite delicious.
Seeing Su Mo had chosen, An Xiaoqian directly reached out and snatched away the happy fat house water, gulping down half a cup with a relieved expression as if afraid someone would steal it.[ TN: "Happy Fat House Water" (快乐肥宅水) is a humorous Chinese internet slang term for cola, jokingly portraying it as the beloved but unhealthy "happy water" of couch potatoes. ]
Seeing this, Lin Muyao's almond eyes flashed with helplessness, as if silently saying: Look how unpromising you are.
Then she picked up the last cup of coffee, and after taking a methodical sip, she placed the cup on the kotatsu and said softly:
"Ju... Junior Su Mo, last night at KFC we already confirmed our relationship. Now you're already my boyfriend, right!"
As a campus belle who was always the center of attention, Lin Muyao had a beautiful girl's aura as soon as she spoke.
However, when mentioning boyfriend and girlfriend, perhaps as An Xiaoqian had said, due to never having been in a relationship, Su Mo actually discovered that after Lin Muyao finished speaking, her lustrous white pretty face carried a trace of shy blush.
Looking at this shy ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄ blush on her fake girlfriend's face, Su Mo was momentarily at a loss.
Originally, Su Mo's plan was very simple—just accompany Lin Muyao in playing the fake boyfriend role as a shield, help her drive away rivals today and afterward, and everything would be fine.
But what Su Mo hadn't expected was that Lin Muyao, as Su University's campus belle who had been pursued by countless men since childhood, had actually never had a boyfriend.
More crucially, she had never had a boyfriend, and Su Mo had never had a girlfriend either.
Wouldn't two people with no romantic experience expose themselves when acting?
As if thinking of the same problem as Su Mo, after taking another small sip of coffee, Lin Muyao continued to supplement:
"Junior Su Mo, because this romance is so sudden, I think to avoid exposure, we should rehearse first."
"Rehearse?"
Hearing this vocabulary that would only appear before major events in Junior and Senior High School, Su Mo first repeated it once, then thought of some matters between couples. Such as: holding hands, exchanging affectionate nicknames, kissing, even...
Thinking of those various situations, looking at the blushing, deliciously beautiful Lin Muyao in front of her, Su Mo's lustrous white cheeks quickly also flushed with pink.
After all, for someone who had never been in love, the starting difficulty being a campus belle-level beautiful girl was too stimulating, even if it was just rehearsal.
Gulp~ gulp~ gulp~
An Xiaoqian, who had drained her cola in one go, looked at this pair of 'fake lovers' sitting opposite each other. After the suggestion, they both lowered their heads with pink cheeks, not daring to look at each other's shy appearance.
For a moment, she was somewhat speechless.
Emmmmmmmm where did these two pure 'idiot lovers' come from?
If this scene had happened in her big car manga, the little male lead would have already been pinned down and lost his underwear!
Wait, thinking about it carefully, this didn't seem to be between a man and woman, but between women.
Hiss, somehow it felt even more interesting!
Forbidden yuri themes were truly exciting.
However, looking at these two people's state, they wouldn't be able to move for a while. No choice, it still had to rely on me!
"Hey, why aren't you two talking? Come on, hold hands first."
To better see interesting scenes and gain better inspiration, the next second, An Xiaoqian stood up to play matchmaker, taking matters into her own hands and placing Su Mo and Lin Muyao's hands together.
As their fingers lightly touched, the soft, smooth skin texture with some nervous sweat from Su Mo made Lin Muyao, who had never been in love, feel a tingling sensation in her heart. Her chest transmitted the sound of her heart beating wildly with palpitations. So this was what holding hands felt like?
Crackling, nervous, soft, and carrying a hint of sweetness.
At this moment, Lin Muyao felt her heartbeat should be the peak of her 20 years.
She instinctively looked across the kotatsu at Su Mo, wanting to see the other's expression.
However, after one glance, Lin Muyao's face turned pale with shock.
Emmmmmm her little boyfriend, he...
How did he collapse on the table... and was breathing heavily...
It was just holding hands, this... this was too sensitive!