Chapter 291 : Support Yes, Please!
"I… I’ll just go to the restroom."
Ling Ning mumbled as she stood up and left the private room. As she passed by Xia You, Xia You couldn’t help but notice that Ling Ning’s face was unusually flushed, and even her gait seemed a bit off.
Xia You frowned slightly, sensing that something was definitely not right.
The moment Ling Ning entered the restroom, she couldn’t wait to splash cold water on her face. She was immensely relieved that she hadn’t worn makeup that day—having overslept, she hadn’t had time. If she had put on makeup, dealing with it now would have been a hassle.
Ling Ning gazed at her reflection in the mirror, biting her lower lip lightly. That sensation from earlier… it was undeniably something akin to pleasure. But how could that be? Ye Xuan had only been touching her leg! This made no logical sense at all.
Though she had sometimes felt a strange sensation when Ye Xuan touched her thigh before, Ling Ning had never thought of it as anything intense. She had always kept their contact brief, strictly limiting the time.
But this time had been different. It had lasted much longer than usual, and it was in front of their classmates and teachers. Even though no one could see, the thrill had been undeniable. If she hadn’t been so strong-willed, she might have lost herself to the feeling.
Ling Ning sighed, feeling overwhelmed by her emotions. She decided she would need to set some boundaries with Ye Xuan, at least when it came to touching her legs. While she didn’t entirely dislike it, she didn’t exactly enjoy it either. Ever since she had reincarnated, she’d been careful to restrain herself, even avoiding certain thoughts except for a few uninvited dreams.
Taking a deep breath, Ling Ning prepared to return to the room, only to be startled by Xia You standing silently behind her.
“W-what’s wrong, Xia You?”
“I… I noticed that you didn’t look well earlier, so I came to check on you,” Xia You replied softly.
Although Ling Ning’s flushed face had mostly returned to normal, there were still lingering traces of color, and tiny droplets of water clung to her cheeks. For some reason, Xia You found this sight incredibly enticing, as if Ling Ning had just stepped out of a dreamy scene.
“Oh, it’s nothing… The room was a bit stuffy, so I came out to cool off. Let’s head back, okay?” Ling Ning laughed awkwardly, trying to play it off.
“You were gone a while… just for the restroom?” Ye Xuan asked, a rare smirk playing on her lips when Ling Ning returned. For the first time, she’d been able to indulge in Ling Ning’s long, beautiful legs for an extended period. If they hadn’t been in a public setting, she might have even dared to explore further. But she knew Ling Ning wouldn’t agree to that.
Ling Ning sat back down, immediately batting away Ye Xuan’s hand as it reached for her leg again. She shot her a warning look, whispering, “Behave yourself, or I won’t let you touch my legs again.”
Ye Xuan raised her eyebrows, recalling Ling Ning’s reaction earlier. It was the first time she’d seen her blush so deeply and run off to the restroom right afterward. Based on her behavior every time Ye Xuan touched her leg, she felt she’d stumbled upon a remarkable discovery.
Ye Xuan couldn’t help but recall a certain “yuri USB” she’d come across, which described an unusual sensitivity in some women’s long legs—an attribute that leg enthusiasts dreamed of. It was said that simply touching these legs could provide intense pleasure… (The rest is too wild to share! And yes, this is all made-up nonsense by a shameless writer.)
Piecing together Ling Ning’s reaction with what she’d read, Ye Xuan felt almost certain that Ling Ning possessed that rare quality that would drive leg fans wild.
Her eyes gleamed with sudden, uncontainable enthusiasm.
“W-what’s with that look?” Ling Ning asked, catching Ye Xuan’s oddly intense gaze. It reminded her of a creepy older man’s leering expression.
“Oh, nothing. Just remembering something,” Ye Xuan replied casually, though her tone hinted at a mischievous secret.
For some reason, that look made Ling Ning feel uneasy, as if something ominous was on the horizon.
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"Aren’t you going to sing, Xia You?"
Ling Ning turned to Xia You, who was sitting beside her as the rest of their classmates sang enthusiastically in the karaoke room they’d rented after dinner. Once the meal was over, most of the teachers had left, recognizing that their presence might make the students feel restricted.
Xia You shook her head, looking uncertain. She couldn’t sing at all. The last time Ling Ning had invited her to karaoke, she’d flatly refused. She was certain that if she did try to sing, no one in the room would make it out alive.
"But… I’ve never heard you sing before, Xia You. I’d love to hear you give it a try," Ling Ning encouraged.
Xia You bit her lip. "But… I…”
Seeing Xia You’s hesitation, Ling Ning gave her a reassuring smile. "Let’s sing a duet, then. How about The Possibility of Us?”
“...Okay.”
A classmate sitting by the karaoke machine overheard and eagerly queued up the song for them, even bumping it to the top of the playlist.
Xia You gave the boy a look, expressionless but intense. There had been several other songs ahead in the queue, giving her a few minutes to mentally prepare, but now they’d be singing next. She seriously considered showing this eager classmate the sharpness of her knife.
Word quickly spread through the room that Ling Ning and Xia You would be singing a duet. Even their classmates in the middle of a song agreed to skip to make way for them.
Holding the microphone nervously, Xia You clenched it tightly, thinking, "If they’re all so eager to hear me sing, they’d better prepare themselves. I’ll make sure they leave crawling!"
Seeing Xia You’s apprehensive expression, Ling Ning reached over and gently took her cold hand, whispering softly in her ear, "Don’t worry. Just follow my lead."
Feeling the warmth from Ling Ning’s hand, Xia You relaxed, nodding slightly. With Ling Ning by her side, there was no need to fear. After all, the only person she cared about impressing was Ling Ning herself.
As the lighthearted intro to The Possibility of Us began, Xia You felt a strange mix of nerves and excitement. She had listened to this song countless times before meeting Ling Ning, but since meeting her, her playlists had slowly filled with recordings of Ling Ning’s voice…
“I imagined a scene—nothing bad at all…”
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Author’s Note:
Today, I tried pulling for Bridal Nero—three ten-pulls and no luck…