The sushi Liang Sheng had picked up with her chopsticks…
Liang Sheng noticed Mo Qingrou’s piercing stare and suddenly remembered that the other woman suffered from severe mysophobia.
“Ahh…!” Liang Sheng lifted her chopsticks, trying to snag that piece of sushi. “I forgot, forgot, forgot! Sister Mo Qingrou, you eat a different one. I’ll handle the one I touched.”
No sooner had she said it than she reached for it.
But quick as a flash, Mo Qingrou beat her to it and snatched the sushi away.
“Eh?” Liang Sheng blinked, her eyes tracking the sushi’s path.
She watched in stunned silence as it disappeared into the mouth of the Iceberg Beauty.
Doesn’t she have severe mysophobia? Liang Sheng felt a twinge of fear. What if she eats it and then hates me for it—dropping her favorability?
She waited a moment, but no notification chimed. Neither the expected drop nor any surprise increase happened.
“Whew~” Liang Sheng let out a long breath of relief.
As long as it didn’t drop, they were good. The Big Iceberg’s favorability was brutally hard to raise as it was. Lose any more, and it’d be next to nothing—she’d probably faint dead away crying in the infirmary!
“Good… is it tasty?” Liang Sheng asked, her voice laced with anxiety.
Mo Qingrou gave a slight nod. “Mm.”
Ahh, it was so cold that Liang Sheng felt like she might shatter into icy shards.
Why did every story have to feature an iceberg girl like this? Nobody in real life was this extreme. And if they were, society would knock them back to reality quick!
Even… Liang Sheng sneaked a few glances at Mo Qingrou. Even if you’re gorgeous, being gorgeous doesn’t give you a free pass!
“Then, um, Sister Mo Qingrou, have some more!” Liang Sheng was scraping the bottom of the barrel for conversation topics now.
Maybe from here on out, she should just call this doctor “Mo · Conversation-Killer · Poker-Face Iceberg Rude-Blank-Stare · Only-Says-Mm · Qingrou.”
It fit her to a T! Liang Sheng nearly clapped in applause.
Mo Qingrou listened to Liang Sheng’s words and merely nodded once more.
Why the sudden one-eighty in her attitude? Liang Sheng remembered just a few days ago, she’d been dragging her aside, talking about dating.
Should she ask? Liang Sheng scratched her head, suddenly finding the sushi in her mouth tasteless.
Ask outright? That felt awkward.
Drop a hint? Could this Big Iceberg even pick up on it?
Beat around the bush? She might get it and still not respond.
This was tough…Romancing Mo Qingrou felt harder than solving math problems.
Suddenly, she missed Song An’an so much. Her little white flower.
They sat in awkward silence for a bit longer.
Liang Sheng was so mortified her toes curled into the ground, practically digging out a deluxe Barbie dream castle—not just a two-bedroom apartment anymore.
Screw it. Time to ask straight-up, consequences be damned! Social death at worst!
“Mo—Sister Mo Qingrou! What’s going on with you lately?!” Ahh crap, wrong question. She’d meant to ask why she was being so cold.
Too nervous. Reset!
“S-Sister! Do you hate me now?!” Ugh, that came out with a whiff of green-tea scheming.
Mo Qingrou seemed to pause, her face as blank as ever, but Liang Sheng caught a faint hint of confusion. “I’ve always been like this.”
True enough… Liang Sheng rubbed her head. Was it all in her imagination?
Mo Qingrou lowered her head and resumed eating her sushi.
Liang Sheng sheepishly followed suit.
“But,” Mo Qingrou spoke up suddenly, twisting her own arm in an awkward fidget, “I saw them leaving your house?”
“Hm?” Liang Sheng blinked a few times. “Them who?”
Mo Qingrou fell silent.
That successfully piqued the green-haired girl’s curiosity. Who could it be?
“Sister, sis~ My dear sister,” Liang Sheng said, channeling her inner dramatic flirt as she boldly grabbed the Iceberg School Doctor’s arm and shook it back and forth. “Just tell me, what is it?”
“Ding~” Favorability increased.
“Mo Qingrou’s Favorability Toward Liang Sheng: 63”
Who would’ve thought? Just a single point up, but for this emotional void of a woman, it was huge progress.
Mo Qingrou set down her chopsticks. “That day, I wanted to look for you. When I reached your front door, I saw Classmate Gu coming out.”
Ahh… Liang Sheng got it. She was jealous.
“Well, good friends hang out together, right?” Liang Sheng tilted her head and put on her cutest expression, hoping for some sympathy.
Unfortunately, Mo Qingrou wasn’t the type to melt that easily—no favorability bump—and she pressed on. “For some reason, a strange feeling came over me, forcing me not to go in.”
Isn’t that straight-up jealousy?
“Ehehe~” Liang Sheng grinned mischievously and hugged the other woman’s arm tighter. “Congrats, Sister Mo Qingrou!”
“Hm?” Mo Qingrou clearly hadn’t caught on yet.
Liang Sheng explained, “Congrats on learning a brand-new emotion~”
Mo Qingrou’s heart jolted at the words, a spark of excitement flickering through her. “Wh-what emotion?”
She’d stuttered! Mo Qingrou noticed it herself.
Anyone else might’ve smacked themselves silly for tripping over their words like that, but she was over the moon. She was actually nervous. Actually excited!
“That’s jealousy~ Ever felt jealous before?”
Mo Qingrou nodded, then shook her head. “Only read about it in novels.”
Ah, that explained a lot.
Liang Sheng patiently broke it down for her. “It’s that sour, angry feeling when you see someone you like hanging out with others, and you just wanna pull them apart. Get it?”
“Ah~” Mo Qingrou nodded vaguely, half-grasping it. “So that’s jealousy? It’s not a great feeling, but…”
But it’s my first time experiencing something like this—I’m so happy. She didn’t voice the rest.
“Then,” she continued after the thrill subsided, latching onto a key phrase from earlier, “does that mean I like you?”
“Eh?” The question caught Liang Sheng off guard.
Judging purely by favorability, it was probably just a mild fondness—not enough for massive jealousy yet.
“You probably like me a little bit, right?” Liang Sheng ventured uncertainly.
“Ding~” Favorability increased.
“Mo Qingrou’s Favorability Toward Liang Sheng: 69”
“Thank you.” Mo Qingrou thanked her solemnly.
Then she pressed down on Liang Sheng’s head, pinched her chin, and planted a kiss on her cheek.
Damn!!
Sneak attack, round two!
“Wait, wait—Sister Mo Qingrou, liking me isn’t a good thing!” Liang Sheng covered her face.
After being kissed by so many women, she barely even blushed anymore.
Well, except for Senior Sister Gu Yuqi. That face was just too perfect for her tastes, that aura too captivating, that whole package hitting all her buttons.
“Why?” Mo Qingrou, who was liking someone for the first time, didn’t understand. “If you like someone, you get together. Simple.”
