Chapter 560 : Exactly This Pose
"This… this is just a misunderstanding! Xiao Yue, let me explain!"
Ling Ning felt utterly defeated. When Chen Ruo had woken up earlier, she had instinctively shoved the panties into her pocket, only now realizing the trouble she had landed herself in. At this point, her only option was to admit her loss and surrender.
"Misunderstanding? My Mom’s panties are in your coat pocket! You’re definitely the kind of person with nefarious intentions toward my Mom!"
Lin Yue put down the half-eaten bun in her hand and reached out to grab the panties from Ling Ning’s pocket. However, her agitation caused her to accidentally push Ling Ning onto the sofa. Losing her balance, Lin Yue fell on top of her.
Feeling the unexpected softness against her face, Lin Yue’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t relent. She kept trying to retrieve the panties from Ling Ning’s coat pocket.
As for Ling Ning, while she wasn’t incapable of resisting, she didn’t dare to. This was her fault, after all, and she decided to wait until Lin Yue calmed down before trying to explain.
At that moment, the door to Chen Ruo’s room opened, revealing Chen Ruo, fully dressed and stepping into the living room. What she expected to see was her daughter and Ling Ning sitting harmoniously in the living room. Instead...
What she saw was her daughter straddling Ling Ning, both looking disheveled and breathing heavily. Chen Ruo froze, her face turning pale. Why had things turned out like this? She was supposed to be the first! What was going on here!?
Chen Ruo blinked rapidly, as if trying to reset reality by re-entering the room. Maybe if she shut the door and reopened it, the scene would change… but, of course, it wouldn’t.
Sensing something, Lin Yue and Ling Ning both paused mid-struggle and turned to look at Chen Ruo. The air in the room suddenly grew silent, so quiet that even the sound of a pin dropping could be heard.
"Wh-what are you two doing? Am I seeing things wrong?" Chen Ruo covered her mouth in disbelief.
"This… this is a misunderstanding, Mom! Let me explain!" Lin Yue blurted out.
"But... but how am I supposed to believe this is a misunderstanding when you look like this!?"
As Chen Ruo spiraled into confusion, Ling Ning coughed lightly, sat up, and said, "Chen Ruo, this is truly a misunderstanding. Let me explain."
After Ling Ning laid out the situation, Chen Ruo’s pale complexion began to return to normal.
However, Lin Yue still looked dissatisfied with Ling Ning’s explanation. Just how absentminded could someone be to accidentally shove panties into their pocket? She was convinced Ling Ning must have a history of doing such things.
Seeing Lin Yue’s skeptical expression, Ling Ning sighed helplessly. She couldn’t force Lin Yue to believe her; the story was just as bizarre as it sounded.
Ling Ning coughed again and said, "Chen Ruo, why don’t you freshen up? I’ll heat up your breakfast."
"Oh~"
As Ling Ning moved to warm the food, Lin Yue grabbed it first.
"I’ll do it. No need for you to trouble yourself~"
Blinking in surprise, Ling Ning realized Lin Yue was becoming increasingly wary of her. It felt as though all the goodwill she’d built up recently had been wiped out—and then some.
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"Yes, just like that. Perfect!"
Chen Ruo’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she sketched Ling Ning’s pose. Watching Ling Ning as her model seemed to flood her with inspiration, as if her creativity had been unlocked.
The only downside was that her daughter was home today, so Chen Ruo couldn’t ask Ling Ning to pose in more daring ways or use certain props. Otherwise, she was sure her ideas would flow even more freely.
Sitting to the side, Lin Yue glanced enviously at Ling Ning, who was striking a pose. If she had a figure like that, her Mom wouldn’t have to keep calling Ling Ning over to model—she could have taken the role herself.
Lately, Lin Yue had started to feel like her growth had stagnated, as though she had inherited her Mom’s petite build...
The thought left Lin Yue feeling a bit bitter. Thankfully, she hadn’t inherited her Mom’s terrible sense of direction; otherwise, life would truly be unmanageable.
After a while, Chen Ruo set her pencil down and said, "Alright, that’s enough for this morning. Let’s pick it up again this afternoon, Ling Ning~"
Ling Ning let out a sigh of relief. Holding poses for long periods could be surprisingly exhausting. Short sessions were fine, but they became tiring after a while.
Stretching lazily, she approached Lin Yue and asked, "Xiao Yue, what’s the plan for lunch?"
Lin Yue glanced at the clock. "I’ll go buy some groceries."
"I’ll come with you."
Lin Yue initially wanted to refuse but, after some thought, nodded. Having an extra pair of hands to carry groceries would be helpful. Besides, she couldn’t risk leaving Ling Ning alone with her Mom—the thought of what might happen was unsettling.
After putting on their coats and saying goodbye to Chen Ruo, the two stepped out onto the street.
The day was overcast, with no sun in sight. A cold wind blew intermittently, and the chill quickly seeped into the two, who had grown accustomed to the warmth indoors.
Having dressed lightly, Lin Yue shivered in the cold, wearing only a thin undershirt and a not-so-thick jacket. All she could think about now was buying groceries quickly and retreating to the warmth of home.
Before she could take another step, Ling Ning walked up to her, removed her scarf, and wrapped it around Lin Yue’s neck.
Lin Yue stared blankly as Ling Ning adjusted the scarf, startled by the gesture. "What are you doing?"
"You’re not wearing enough; you’ll catch a cold. I’m wearing more layers, so I’ll be fine."
"Tch."
Lin Yue raised her hand as if to remove the scarf, but after seeing Ling Ning’s earnest expression, she hesitated and left it on.
"Let’s go and buy groceries quickly. It’s freezing out here."
Exhaling a puff of white mist, Ling Ning headed toward the supermarket. She didn’t bother trying to convince Lin Yue to return home; she knew Lin Yue wouldn’t agree—especially not if she insisted.
Watching Ling Ning’s retreating figure, Lin Yue bit her lip lightly before following her.