Flirting Under Favor (GL) - Chapter 25
The sky was beginning to brighten. Wang Lin, surprisingly, woke up first, while Mu Fan was still in deep sleep. Mu Fan had been woken up by Wang Lin in the middle of the night and then, with her mind still in turmoil, only managed to fall back asleep after a long time.
Wang Lin snuggled close to Mu Fan and vaguely checked her phone; the time read 6:21 AM. The light seeping through the curtain gap allowed her to see clearly enough in the room.
Mu Fan’s breathing was light, and her expression was tranquil. She never moved much in her sleep and rarely turned over, still maintaining a face-up position, allowing Wang Lin a complete view of her sleeping face.
Wang Lin recalled the fairy tales she had read; the Sleeping Beauty probably looked like this. She couldn’t help but stretch her neck and quietly peck Mu Fan on the face.
Stealing a kiss.
Wang Lin was immersed in the thrill and sweetness brought by her own naughty behavior, excited to death, yet fearfully clutching the corner of the quilt.
Her throat moved; she felt a little parched.
She wanted to do bad things again.
But Mu Fan could wake up at any moment. Wang Lin ultimately had the desire but lacked the nerve. Snuggling up beside Mu Fan, sleepiness quietly crept over her again.
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Mu Fan was woken up by her seven o’clock alarm, and Wang Lin was woken up along with her.
Wang Lin had only just fallen back asleep, so being woken up gave her a bit of an edge. She held onto Mu Fan’s arm, not letting her get up.
Mu Fan gently called her: “Wang Lin.”
Wang Lin asked: “What time is it?”
“Seven o’clock.”
Wang Lin knew Mu Fan didn’t start work until nine, so she pleaded: “Can we sleep a little longer, okay?”
She held Mu Fan’s arm against her chest, completely unaware of the impropriety of the action. Mu Fan dared not move. If she moved, she could feel the soft warmth of Wang Lin’s skin through her arm, like a jolt of electricity, making her arm tingle.
Mu Fan stiffly lay back down, turning her head to look at Wang Lin.
Wang Lin was wearing a pale blue nightgown with spaghetti straps, dotted with white clouds. Mu Fan’s gaze drifted, lingering on her shoulder, unable to leave the spot where she had gently nipped and slowly kissed last night.
And Wang Lin looked at her face, remembering that she had stolen a kiss half an hour ago.
Both of them felt guilty. Their eyes met, and they quickly looked away.
Mu Fan, seeing her expression, thought she felt guilty for stopping her from getting up, so she told her: “Sleep for another half hour.”
Wang Lin softly hummed, nodding.
Her small, delicate face was bare of makeup. Her cute ears were pale and tender, with a few strands of hair twisted around them, gathered between her collarbones. Below her small nose, her lips were gently pressed together. Her full, rounded cupid’s bow was more seductive than a ripe cherry, making one want to gently bite it.
The dirty thoughts in Mu Fan’s mind became active again. A mouth like that must feel very comfortable to kiss.
If this continues, I’m really going to go crazy.
How can anyone resist this?
Her ears were burning. She closed her eyes and pulled the quilt over her head, but the movement was too forceful, covering Wang Lin’s head as well.
Their breaths mingled.
Wang Lin unconsciously moved forward until she felt Mu Fan’s scorching breath sweep across her face. Realizing that any closer and they would touch, she stopped.
Mu Fan was nearly losing her mind.
It was dark inside the quilt. They couldn’t see each other, but they could clearly feel the other’s presence. Wang Lin only found it interesting and let out a confused little “Eh?”
Mu Fan thought to herself, I might as well die. This tormenting little vixen.
I can’t endure it anymore!
She flung the quilt open, meeting Wang Lin’s round, dark, and bright eyes directly. She tried her best to restrain herself, her voice carrying a trembling gasp: “Wang Lin.”
She stared at her, her gaze burning, as if carrying heat. Wang Lin seemed to feel her body warming up under that gaze. She blinked, expecting Mu Fan to say something, anticipating her next words.
But Mu Fan said nothing, only looking at her with a gaze like water. So Wang Lin’s heart was completely captured by Mu Fan’s eyes. The gaze was like a deep pool; the more she looked, the deeper she sank, staring blankly back, with no reaction, like a little white rabbit with no ability to resist.
Invisible enticement.
Mu Fan moved, propping herself up on her elbow. She cupped Wang Lin’s face with her right hand and gently pinched her chin with her left. Meeting Wang Lin’s dazed, clueless gaze, she paused again, still holding onto a shred of reason.
No, I can’t.
She was like a dying camel needing one last straw to break it.
But Wang Lin was confused by her sudden actions. After a moment of blankness, her lips moved unconsciously. The cute cupid’s bow was like a little cherry, tempting one to taste it.
The skyscraper of reason finally collapsed with a crash. The surrounding light seemed to dim. In Mu Fan’s eyes, there was only her lips, close enough to touch.
She slowly leaned in. Wang Lin remained foolishly motionless, seemingly unable to understand what Mu Fan was about to do.
“Ding-a-ling…”
The doorbell suddenly rang, like a bucket of cold water abruptly poured over her head, pulling her out of the abyss of reason’s destruction.
“I’ll go see who it is.”
Wang Lin gave a dazed “Mhm.” Mu Fan was granted a reprieve, escaping from the bed as if fleeing. She had almost given in to the urge to kiss Wang Lin’s lips just now.
Mu Fan walked to the door and looked through the peephole. It was indeed Si Qing, the female bodyguard who usually accompanied Wang Lin.
She opened the door, seeing Si Qing holding a large pile of paper bags, easily seven or eight of them.
“Miss Mu,” Si Qing slightly bowed her head. “I hope I didn’t interrupt your rest.”
“Oh, no.”
Si Qing subtly leaned forward. Mu Fan understood and said: “She’s still sleeping.”
With an expression of barely concealed apology, Si Qing said: “I apologize for the disturbance last night. Miss, she seemed to miss you terribly, and acted a bit impulsively.”
Mu Fan chuckled lightly, genuinely not minding Wang Lin’s late-night arrival, and said: “It’s nothing.”
Her gaze fell on the paper bags. Si Qing continued: “Miss didn’t bring any clothes when she came last night. I rushed to buy some for her this morning.” She smiled awkwardly and complexly. “She might be clinging to you for the next few days. I’ll have to trouble you to take good care of her.”
“Mhm.” Mu Fan took the pile of paper bags from Si Qing and politely said, “It’s no trouble. I like her very much too.”
Si Qing nodded: “Call me anytime if there are any issues. I’ll be leaving now.” After speaking, she turned and left.
Mu Fan closed the door, carrying the pile of clothes over to the bed. Wang Lin peeked out from under the quilt and said with a smile: “I heard that.”
Mu Fan asked: “Heard what?”
“Heard you say that you like me very much too.” Wang Lin’s eyes curved into crescents; she was clearly in a great mood. But Mu Fan’s next words felt like a bucket of cold water was thrown over her.
She flicked Wang Lin’s nose. Intending to tease her but also to deliberately cover up, she laughed and said: “Just a polite phrase.” She didn’t want to continue on this topic, but seeing Wang Lin’s disappointed eyes, her heart softened. She quickly followed up to coax her: “Although it was a polite phrase, it was also sincere.” To avoid misunderstanding, she added: “You’re so cute. Anyone would like you.”
Wang Lin’s heart rose and fell with her words.
She hugged the quilt, trying to grasp the meaning behind Mu Fan’s words.
There are many kinds of liking. What Mu Fan was talking about was obviously a very ordinary kind, not the kind she hoped for—the liking of love.
Although it was expected, disappointment was inevitable. Her heart felt heavy and uncomfortable.
Mu Fan frowned, wondering why Wang Lin still looked dissatisfied and disappointed when she had already given her an affirmative answer. She naturally didn’t know, and didn’t dare to guess, what Wang Lin truly wanted.
She cautiously asked her: “What’s wrong?”
“No, nothing.” Wang Lin’s eyelashes fluttered. This feeling of having to mask her true emotions made her terribly uncomfortable. “I’m a little hungry.”
Hearing Wang Lin say she was hungry, Mu Fan temporarily stopped probing the cause of her unhappiness and said: “Then let’s get up. I’ll have the hotel send up breakfast later.”
A somewhat somber atmosphere permeated between the two.
“Okay.” There was only one bathroom. Wang Lin said, “You go first.”
“Mhm.” Mu Fan agreed, stacking the pile of paper bags on the bed. “You put on some clothes first.”
She walked into the bathroom, still not forgetting to look back at Wang Lin, feeling that Wang Lin was a little unusual.
Wang Lin sat on the bed. A few minutes earlier, Mu Fan had almost kissed her, which was enough to increase the sweetness in her heart by several degrees. But she wasn’t satisfied in the least. Half a month ago, when she said goodbye to Mu Fan at the train station, she had asked for a kiss. At that time, she simply wanted to be close and intimate with Mu Fan, without thinking too much—it definitely wasn’t because of love, or at least she hadn’t realized it.
Now that she realized she liked Mu Fan, she wondered what Mu Fan felt for her. But clearly, she couldn’t find the answer. Only Mu Fan could give it to her.
She bit her lip, hugged her knees, and rested her head on them. Her thoughts were in turmoil, and she sighed silently. She never thought she would have such a timid moment.
She chose an outfit from the paper bags and put it on before Mu Fan came out of the bathroom. She pulled open the curtains. The morning sun shone through the glass, bringing a little warmth. The weather was nice. It looked like it would be a bright spring day. She really wanted to go out and play, but it was Friday, and Mu Fan had to go to work…
Her mood dropped a few notches. Without Mu Fan, she suddenly lost interest in going out. Thinking that Mu Fan would go to work and leave her alone made Wang Lin even more miserable.
When Mu Fan finished washing and tidying up and came out of the bathroom, Wang Lin walked in glumly, closing the door without saying a word.