Do Not Approach

46

In the end, Teacher Mu was chased out, though she clung to the young miss' hand reluctantly before leaving, swinging it lightly as if acting spoiled. "Say 'Get lost' again, just one more time!"

Qin Yi: "..."

Is there really someone who asked to be scolded like this?

The young miss pulled her hand away coldly, straightened her back, and put on a serious demeanor.

"You... do you... want to die?"

Oh dear.

That soft, feeble voice, almost too weak to carry any force, made Mu Xiaoxiao's eyes well up with tears. She nodded repeatedly.

Die, die, die.

Sure, sure, sure-whatever the young miss said, she would agree without question.

Qin Yi blushed under Xiaoxiao's teasing gaze and finally shoved her out of the room.

Overjoyed, Xiaoxiao ran to her own room to take a quick shower, planning to prepare a delicious meal to celebrate with the young miss. And before she realized it, her heart had entirely centered on Qin Yi.

While the water flowed over her, washing away her excitement, Xiaoxiao took a sharp breath, her emotions settling a bit. She looked down at the source of her pain-her arm, scratched by the young miss.

Oh my... How much strength had the young miss used?

How could she be this strong?

The fingerprints were so deeply pressed into her skin that it seemed they wouldn't fade for a week. As Xiaoxiao recalled the scene, she couldn't help but marvel at how the usually cool and distant young miss could react so quickly and forcefully.

In her mind, Xiaoxiao automatically imagined the young miss' head photoshopped onto Optimus Prime's body...

......

Qin Yi took a long time in the shower.

When she finally came out, Mu Xiaoxiao was humming a tune while cooking in the kitchen.

She was still wearing that sheer white nightgown, her hair loose, and a small window slightly open. Her mood was clearly excellent. When the breeze from outside brushed against her skin, she squinted slightly, her soft, delicate skin glowing, while the bruises on her arm stood out conspicuously.

Qin Yi stared at the bruises. Mu Xiaoxiao caught her glance out of the corner of her eye and waved. "Hey, young miss! You're here! Hungry?"

Qin Yi: "..."

We're in the same house-why are you shouting?

And why is she using that childish tone on me?

Does she want to die?

Mu Xiaoxiao saw the sharp look in the young miss' eyes but grinned as she walked over, expertly pushing Qin Yi's wheelchair to one side of the kitchen entrance.

It was the perfect spot-no smoke from the stove, but with a clear view of Mu Xiaoxiao cooking.

"I know you want to watch me cook," Mu Xiaoxiao said.

Qin Yi sneered. Nonsense-she just happened to see her after coming downstairs, that's all. It wasn't like she deliberately came to watch her.

Mu Xiaoxiao began peeling potatoes. "When I was younger, the orphanage director used to say that the kitchen is the heart of a home. Whenever she cooked, Grandma, my sister Qiuqiu, or I would keep her company. It made us feel so happy."