Do Not Approach

Young Miss, did you hear me?
I like you, really, really like you.

"Here, it's yours."

Qin Yi's eyes were full of innocence, and her voice was soft and sweet, but her actions were ruthless, piercing straight into Mu Xiaoxiao's heart.

At that moment, Mu Xiaoxiao felt as if her hand was being burned on a stove, she could sense every contour beneath her fingers. If she applied even a little more pressure...

If Mu Xiaoxiao really dared to act, she might as well say goodbye to tomorrow's sunrise. In this crucial moment of her life, Mu Xiaoxiao's experience from the orphanage saved her. When the children couldn't sleep, she often played little tricks with them.

Mu Xiaoxiao brushed her hand away, grinning mischievously. "All done undressing!"

She flicked her fingers toward the air and said, "Whoosh, gone!" This trick had worked wonders on Qiuqiu when they were younger. Back then, during scorching summers, the orphanage didn't have enough air conditioning. What little they had was reserved for the newborns. The rest of them only had a few old, noisy fans, which weren't enough for everyone.

When Qiuqiu fussed and wanted to sleep without clothes, Mu Xiaoxiao, being older and knowing the risks, refused. But with her little sister sweltering, she used this trick to distract her. Now, she's using the same tactic on the young miss.

Qin Yi looked down at her clothes, then at Mu Xiaoxiao's hands, repeating the motion twice before pouting. "Liar."

Mu Xiaoxiao: ...

Oh my god.

Her heart pounded-this young miss was too much. In the past, she had enjoyed watching her, but now...

Where are they? They are in the bedroom. On. her. bed.

And most importantly... it was just the two of them.

As Mu Xiaoxiao's mind began to wander, the young miss suddenly looked at her and asked softly, "Do you not like me?"

Mu Xiaoxiao: ???

She thought the young miss was teasing her. But under the dim yellow light, Mu Xiaoxiao saw tears welling up in those star-like eyes. The young miss lowered her head, whispering, "I know... They all don't like me."

They say people tell the truth when drunk. This was the first time Mu Xiaoxiao had heard the young miss reveal her true feelings. Her heart ached, and she quickly hugged Qin Yi.

"I do like you. Who said I don't?"

Her heart raced as the soft, warm woman melted into her arms. In that moment, Mu Xiaoxiao couldn't tell how much of what she was saying was true or just to comfort her.

Is she really only trying to make the young miss feel better?

Qin Yi tilted her head, her silky hair brushing against Mu Xiaoxiao's arm. Her gaze was bright as she asked seriously, "Really?"

Mu Xiaoxiao looked into her eyes and nodded firmly. "Really."

She hugged the young miss tightly, like holding a precious treasure, rubbing her cheek against the woman's neck and inhaling her scent deeply. "I like you. I like our young miss more. How could anyone not find her adorable..."

Those words seemed to be the perfect comfort. Qin Yi's body relaxed, and she quietly snuggled into Mu Xiaoxiao's embrace.

She had always sat rigidly in her wheelchair, ignoring everyone. Mu Xiaoxiao never thought she'd see the high-and-mighty young miss acting so coy in her arms.