Do Not Approach

Young Miss, can you finally speak?
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Seeing the playful yet meaningful look in the young miss' eyes, Mu Xiaoxiao knew right away—her little performance earlier must have been seen. The embarrassment was so overwhelming she could practically dig a villa out of the floor with her toes.

From the moment she first met the young miss, it seemed like Mu Xiaoxiao's career took a nosedive.

The young miss kept staring at her. At first glance, her gaze was cold and frosty, but upon closer inspection, there was a subtle trace of amusement hidden beneath the icy surface.

Is she... happy?

Did she enjoy my little act?

Mu Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, but when she looked again, Qin Yi's expression had already shifted to a frosty indifference.

"What are you looking at?" Before Qin Yi could react, Mu Xiaoxiao automatically chimed in, almost singing along, "I'll gouge your eyes out!"

The young miss: "..." This is getting out of hand.

As Mu Xiaoxiao became more familiar with the young miss, she no longer worried about getting fired at every turn. By all logic, she shouldn't be afraid of her anymore. Yet, paradoxically, she found herself more terrified of her than ever.

However, this fear was no longer the same kind of fear.

Even when the young miss stared at her with calm, quiet eyes, the deer in Mu Xiaoxiao's heart would run off to a corner and tremble. Why is she looking at me like that? What does she want from me with those eyes?

The corner of Qin Yi's mouth lifted slightly. That version of her—the one who once burned with fury—seemed to come back to life. She remembered telling herself once: 'A gentleman's revenge may wait ten years.'

Well, she wouldn't need to wait that long after all.

["Why are you just standing there? Blow-dry my hair."]

Mu Xiaoxiao: "..." What is she, a feudal landlord's wife?

Blow-dry her hair just because she said so? Had she forgotten why Mu Xiaoxiao was even here?

She wasn't here to be a hairdresser named Mu Tony! She was the highly respected, young and capable Teacher Mu. If she didn't assert some authority today, she'd have to write her name backward!

The young miss waited patiently, her gaze unwavering on Mu Xiaoxiao.

They stared at each other in silence.

On the surface, it was peaceful and quiet. But beneath it all, swords and daggers were flying.

A few minutes later...

With a defeated sigh, Mu Xiaoxiao tested the blow dryer's temperature and reluctantly picked up a strand of the young miss' hair, gently drying it. The subtle sandalwood scent from the young miss filled her nose, as if a swarm of ants was crawling inside her mind, making her itch so much she wanted to bite her lip and cry out.

And the young miss?

In the past, she would lose her temper whenever Mu Xiaoxiao added any "extra tasks." But now, she lazily opened her eyes and stared at Mu Xiaoxiao through the vanity mirror.

["Did you not eat? Your service is so lacking."]

Mu Xiaoxiao: "..." For crying out loud!

She was about to explode from frustration.