“Done yet?” Liang Sheng had been pressed against the glass for so long that her body heat had warmed it up.
Mo Qingrou shifted through several positions. Only after she noticed six or seven classmates snapping photos did she finally release Liang Sheng.
“Ding~” Favorability increased.
“Mo Qingrou’s Favorability Toward Liang Sheng: 71”
“How did that feel?” Liang Sheng was asking how Mo Qingrou felt about other people photographing them.
Mo Qingrou touched her chin. “Hmm, nice and full. Not bad.”
Liang Sheng: “?”
What? Nice and full?
Liang Sheng suddenly remembered that during all the hugging and groping, their curves had been pressed right up against each other…
Oh no! She slapped her hands over her face.
“One hand probably couldn’t get a good grip on it, right?” Mo Qingrou added.
What the hell? What kind of wolfish words are coming out of that poker face!
Liang Sheng gritted her teeth. “Sister Mo Qingrou, why don’t you just grab it and see for yourself?”
Mo Qingrou stood there without moving.
Hah! Got her spooked! Liang Sheng smirked inwardly. Anyone could trash-talk, but how many actually followed through in real life?
“Mm.” Mo Qingrou spoke up all of a sudden. Then she lifted her arm.
“Squish squish~”
Liang Sheng: “??” Her face was full of question marks.
Holy crap! Total miscalculation!
No way, no way… There really are people who do whatever you tell them to!
Liang Sheng had only been trash-talking to provoke her.
But Mo Qingrou, who lacked any sense of emotion or shame, couldn’t care less about that.
“Mm, you really can’t get a grip with one hand.” After voicing her assessment, Mo Qingrou didn’t remove her hand.
Liang Sheng waited a few seconds, but the hand stayed right where it was.
“Um… Sister Mo Qingrou,” Liang Sheng hinted with her eyes, “your hand…”
“Does it cause a physiological reaction?” Mo Qingrou suddenly asked, cutting her off.
“Eh?!” Liang Sheng was dumbfounded. Why was she jumping straight to such an embarrassing topic!
She found it mortifying, but Mo Qingrou’s expression was utterly serious, as if they were just discussing some academic question.
“S-Sister! Questions like that…” Liang Sheng’s face burned red as she stammered. She reached out and grabbed Mo Qingrou’s wrist, trying to push her away, but she just didn’t have the strength. “How can you ask something so bluntly like that!”
Mo Qingrou gave it another squeeze before finally letting go. “I don’t know what that feels like. But you should, right?”
“I…!” Liang Sheng was stuck—unable to answer, but unable not to.
“Mm. The books say there’s definitely a reaction.” Mo Qingrou slowly drew closer to Liang Sheng.
Liang Sheng panicked and backed away, suddenly finding this big iceberg terrifying.
One step, two steps… She was right back at that same pane of glass where Mo Qingrou had wall-slammed her earlier.
Ahhh, no escape!
The hand was reaching out!
Liang Sheng squeezed her eyes shut and hugged her fragile little self tight. She had a feeling her innocence was about to go up in smoke today.
“Rustle!”
Mo Qingrou wrapped an arm around Liang Sheng’s shoulders. “Scoot over. I’m going to draw the curtains.”
“?”
Okay, so she’d gotten ahead of herself. Liang Sheng’s cheeks burned even hotter. She wanted to crawl into a hole in the ground—this was way more mortifying than losing her innocence!
Liang Sheng thought she’d just misunderstood.
But…
“Thud!”
After drawing the curtains, Mo Qingrou pinned her back against the glass.
What?!
Under Liang Sheng’s bewildered gaze, Mo Qingrou spoke slowly. “Can you answer my question now? I’m really curious.”
“Curious about what!” Liang Sheng’s face was as red as a ripe persimmon. “You can just try it yourself!”
“I have.” Mo Qingrou’s expression was utterly confident.
“What?” She’d tried it?
Mo Qingrou nodded. Somehow, even her lewd words carried a straight-faced sincerity thanks to that poker face of hers. “But there’s no feeling when you do it to yourself.”
“Since you put it that way…” Time to rise up, little Liang Sheng!
She was done letting big sis dominate her. Liang Sheng struck back with a sneaky grope, getting a handful of Mo Qingrou’s curves. “If it’s someone else doing it, then there should be a feeling, right? I think you need to experience it personally yourself, Sister Mo Qingrou, for it to really stick with you~”
Liang Sheng grinned wickedly. She was sweet and innocent on the outside but devious underneath.
Mo Qingrou froze. She hadn’t expected the usually meek Liang Sheng to strike without mercy.
“No feeling?” Liang Sheng arched a brow at the expressionless poker-face doctor. Her hand tightened. “How about now?”
This time, Mo Qingrou’s body gave an obvious shudder.
Huh? Was that just her imagination? Liang Sheng rubbed her eyes with her free hand.
To make sure, she pinched again.
And again, Mo Qingrou shuddered violently.
Amid her shock, Liang Sheng looked at Mo Qingrou’s face—and was even more shocked.
No way. Was that a suspicious flush she saw?
“Sister Mo Qingrou, I don’t suppose I’m seeing things,” Liang Sheng said carefully, staring intently at the other girl’s face. She’d even forgotten to move her hand from where it was. “But… your face is red!”
Mo Qingrou incredulously pushed Liang Sheng’s hand away. She turned and hurried to the large mirror in the infirmary, leaning in close to scrutinize her reflection. There really was a faint redness!
The infirmary was plenty warm, so frostbite was out. It was cozy, but not hot enough to cause a flush, so that was out too.
Which left only one possibility! She was! Actually! Shy!
“Ding~” Favorability increased.
“Mo Qingrou’s Favorability Toward Liang Sheng: 77”
This was the biggest jump in Mo Qingrou’s favorability toward her yet. Liang Sheng felt incredibly flattered.
“I-I can get shy now.” Mo Qingrou studied her reflection in the mirror, peering back and forth endlessly. Even her voice rose unconsciously. “I’ve learned to get shy! My face is blushing! My face has changed!”
“Ding~” Favorability increased.
“Mo Qingrou’s Favorability Toward Liang Sheng: 80”
It was the first time Liang Sheng had ever heard the big iceberg speak in such a loud, animated voice.
Mo Qingrou was trembling with excitement, and Liang Sheng couldn’t resist pouring fuel on the fire.
She slipped behind the other girl and wrapped her arms around her waist. “See, Sister Mo Qingrou~? You felt it, didn’t you?”
Mo Qingrou nodded vigorously. With no sense of shame, she grabbed Liang Sheng’s hand. “Do me a favor and grab it a few more times!”
“Ha…?” If it had been the masochist An Hua saying that, Liang Sheng might’ve bought it. But hearing it from this poker face felt all kinds of wrong—deeply off, in a way she couldn’t quite put her finger on.
When Liang Sheng didn’t move, Mo Qingrou grew anxious. She could see the flush on her cheeks starting to fade. This was the first time she’d ever blushed in years—how could she let it vanish just like that!
Taking the initiative, Mo Qingrou placed Liang Sheng’s hand right back where it was. “Please. Just once.”
Ah… What a bizarre request. And she couldn’t exactly refuse.
Liang Sheng steeled herself and prepared to give it another squeeze.
