Flirting Under Favor (GL) - Chapter 8

In the morning, when the first ray of sunlight shone through the gap in the curtains, Mu Fan gently woke up.

She had slept very comfortably, very softly, and very warmly last night. Because…

Mu Fan stretched her neck, looked up, and sighed. At this moment, Wang Lin was stuck to her like an octopus. It wasn’t hard to guess that Mu Fan herself had also been holding Wang Lin tightly while asleep, treating her as a human thermostat pillow.

Mu Fan gently stroked her forehead, carefully moved her body, and lifted the quilt, keeping her movements small to avoid disturbing Wang Lin, who was still sleeping.

She prepared to sit up.

“Ah.” A sharp pain on her head made her cry out. She covered a spot on her head with her hand and rubbed it lightly.

Wang Lin, who was sleeping, let out a soft groan. Feeling her hair pulled, the pain instantly woke her up from her dream.

Mu Fan turned her head and looked, only to see that their hair was tangled together.

The newly awakened Wang Lin blinked her eyes and saw Mu Fan leaning over her with a helpless expression on her face.

“What’s wrong? My hair felt like it was pulled, it hurts so much.” Her waking voice carried a cute nasal sound, and the way she said it hurt had a hint of grievance.

Mu Fan picked up their tangled hair and shook it in front of Wang Lin’s eyes. “I’m sorry, our hair is tangled. I didn’t notice and pulled you.”

Something like this actually happened?

Wang Lin carefully flipped over on the bed. Because their hair was tangled, the two had to face each other very closely, so close that their breaths easily intermingled.

“Pfft.” Wang Lin couldn’t help but laugh. “How did this happen?” She had slept with people of the same gender before and had never encountered this situation.

“I don’t know either. Maybe it’s because my hair is too dry,” Mu Fan guessed randomly and helplessly.

But her hair quality was very good, so it was definitely not her fault. Wang Lin’s hair was also very good and soft, so it definitely wasn’t the hair quality of either of them. But now was not the time to look for the reason. The most pressing task was to separate their hair.

Wang Lin sat up and said with a laugh: “Hahaha, how about we just go out like this?” She found it so interesting. She laughed too hard and accidentally knocked Mu Fan’s head.

“Bang.”

Wang Lin: “Ouch.”

Their heads bumped together. Both felt pain and instinctively separated in opposite directions.

“Ah.” Two more cries of pain. The tangled hair pulled painfully at their scalps, forcing the two to quickly move closer again.

However, this not only failed to stop the culprit, Wang Lin, from laughing but made her laugh even harder. Taking advantage of the moment they were close, she suddenly pounced on Mu Fan, knocking Mu Fan down onto the bed, and lay on top of Mu Fan, giggling incessantly.

She didn’t know why, but she just found it too funny. She was laughing so wildly that she forgot herself, pressing her entire weight onto Mu Fan.

Mu Fan was stunned for a moment the instant she was pounced on.

Oh, this.

The girl’s soft body was shaking with laughter on top of her, her head buried in Mu Fan’s neck. Her warm breath aggressively swirled on Mu Fan’s skin.

Her heart was beating wildly, thumping loudly. Fortunately, only she could hear it. Although Wang Lin was not heavy, her entire weight on Mu Fan made it difficult for Mu Fan to breathe, especially with her surging emotions.

“Wang Lin.”

She suppressed the urge to flip over and pin Wang Lin down, adjusted her breathing, and called out.

“Get off, you’re pressing so hard I can barely breathe.” Her tone was soft and alluring, indeed sounding like she was struggling to breathe.

Only then did Wang Lin realize what was happening. She stopped laughing and quickly supported her body with her hands, relieving the pressure on Mu Fan.

Their eyes met.

Wang Lin felt timid and guilty. Mu Fan’s eyelashes were fluttering, and she looked vulnerable and pitiful, as if she were very wronged. She must have been hurt by the pressure. But Wang Lin inexplicably liked this look of Mu Fan’s.

“I’m sorry,” Wang Lin said softly with obvious apology.

But Mu Fan didn’t answer her immediately. She remained motionless, her gaze a little burning.

As Wang Lin leaned over Mu Fan, the neckline of her already loose pajamas completely failed its purpose, exposing a large area of ‘spring light’ (bare skin/cleavage) that poured out, willingly or unwillingly, directly into Mu Fan’s eyes.

Mu Fan’s throat bobbed, and she couldn’t help but swallow.

Calm down, calm down.

“It’s nothing.” She closed her eyes and turned her head away. “Get off.”

Mu Fan’s change in expression just now was a bit strange, but Wang Lin didn’t think too much about it and obediently got off Mu Fan. However, their tangled hair hadn’t been untied yet, so their heads still had to stay close to Mu Fan’s.

They sat up again. Mu Fan dared not look at Wang Lin anymore. Her gaze was evasive and shifty as she buried her head, trying to untangle the hair.

Wang Lin thought she was angry.

“Are you angry?”

“No.”

“I’m sorry. I just thought it was so funny, I couldn’t help myself.”

“I’m not angry.”

Wang Lin felt terrible. Mu Fan’s demeanor clearly showed she was angry. But she had already apologized, and Mu Fan still wouldn’t look up at her. What should she do? Anxious, she had no choice but to say:

“Don’t be angry. I’ll let you pin me down in return.”

“Pff.” Mu Fan laughed out loud.

What kind of thing was that to say?

She finally looked up at her: “I really am not angry. The hair is tangled tightly. If I don’t seriously untangle it, I’m going to be late for work.”

So that was it. Wang Lin relaxed. She looked at the knotted hair and asked, “Can it be untangled?”

Mu Fan bit her lip: “It’s a little difficult.”

It was very difficult. Hair is already a myriad of threads, and the two must have moved around a lot during the night, tangling themselves without order. It wouldn’t be easy to untangle it so quickly.

“Let’s cut it,” Wang Lin said. “How long will it take to untangle? You can’t be late for work because of this.” As she said this, Wang Lin wanted to laugh again, but she managed to suppress it, letting only a slight smile appear at the corners of her mouth.

Mu Fan’s face darkened. She imagined how she would answer her boss if asked why she was late.

My hair got tangled up with a girl I slept with. Thinking of this answer, Mu Fan felt life wasn’t worth living.

It was better to cut it, a quick solution to a messy problem.

She didn’t mind cutting her own hair, but what about Wang Lin? She looked at her.

“Cut it. It’s fine.”

“That’s the only way then,” Mu Fan said. She helped Wang Lin out of bed. After putting on their respective slippers, the two, in an incredibly awkward posture, synchronized their movements and carefully pulled out scissors from a drawer. With a “snip,” they cut the hair.

Wang Lin said: “I thought of a line of poetry.”

“What?”

“Cut it, yet it remains chaotic and tangled…” [A reference to a famous Chinese poem line about love and sorrow].

Mu Fan held the cut hair but didn’t speak immediately.

“Do you want to sleep more?” she asked.

After all that commotion, Wang Lin had no desire to sleep. So she shook her head.

“Lie down a bit longer. I’ll go make you breakfast. You can get up when it’s almost ready,” Mu Fan said.

Since there wasn’t much else to do getting up so early, Wang Lin thought about it and nodded. She climbed back into bed and burrowed under the quilt. The residual warmth and scent of the two of them were still there. She hugged the quilt, couldn’t help but roll over, and then poked her head out from the quilt, smiling sweetly: “Good morning.”

Mu Fan stopped, turned her head: “Good morning.”

Seeing that she was settled, Mu Fan left the bedroom and gently closed the door.

She rummaged through the kitchen. She didn’t cook often, and when she did, it was just something simple to fill her stomach, so there weren’t many ingredients in the fridge. Seeing a small half of a pumpkin she had bought a few days ago, she decided to cook pumpkin congee and fry two eggs. There were still a few boxes of milk left. Mu Fan took two boxes, put in straws, and placed them in the microwave. Then she diced the pumpkin, washed the rice, and put them all into the rice cooker. After adding water and setting the timer, she went into the bathroom to wash up.

Congee takes about an hour to cook. Mu Fan usually woke up early to start it, then went back to bed to sleep more. But now that Wang Lin was lying on the bed, she didn’t dare go back to sleep. After washing up, the time was 6:40 AM. She sat down on the sofa and began to read.

There is no true genius. The fact that Mu Fan could achieve all A’s in her exams without attending classes was entirely due to her self-study whenever she had free time.

Time passed without her realizing it. The congee was almost ready. Mu Fan put down her book and gently opened the bedroom door.

Wang Lin seemed to have fallen asleep again.

She walked softly to the bed, hesitating whether to wake the person in front of her.

Fortunately, Wang Lin opened her eyes herself.

She blinked.

“Time to get up,” Mu Fan said.

Wang Lin answered, rubbed her eyes, and sat up. Seeing that she was awake, Mu Fan turned and left again.

She went to the kitchen, turned on the heat, added oil, and fried the eggs. By the time the eggs were done and plated, Wang Lin was still busy in the bathroom. She had taken off her pajamas and was changing into the clothes she had worn yesterday.

Mu Fan scooped the congee into two small bowls, and carried them, along with the fried eggs and heated milk, to the dining table in the living room. She then returned to the room, changed out of her pajamas, and put on her professional attire. When she came out again, Wang Lin was already sitting at the table.

Wang Lin’s eyes lit up. Mu Fan in a business suit had a unique kind of beauty, standing straight like an elegant bamboo.

“Why aren’t you eating?”

“Waiting for you,” Wang Lin rested her elbows on the table, cupped her chin in her hands, squeezing the flesh on her face.

“You don’t have to wait for me.” Mu Fan sat down and took a sip of congee. “Try it and see if it tastes good. There’s white sugar, add it yourself.”

Wang Lin looked at the smooth pumpkin congee in the bowl and the perfectly cooked fried egg and asked, “Do you often make your own breakfast?”

“Occasionally. Depends on my mood.” Watching Wang Lin add a large spoonful of white sugar to the congee, Mu Fan frowned slightly. “Do you like sweets?”

“Mhm.” Wang Lin used the spoon to stir the congee. “My mom says I eat so much sugar I’m going to turn sweet myself. How could it be that exaggerated.” She picked up the bowl, took a small sip, and licked the corner of her mouth.

“Well, you have to taste it to know,” Mu Fan said casually. Before she could regret it, Wang Lin extended her hand in front of Mu Fan.

“Then you try it?”

“Stop fooling around.” Mu Fan lowered her head to drink her congee and said softly. Wang Lin had no idea about the ‘yellow waste’ (inappropriate thoughts) going through Mu Fan’s mind.

Wang Lin withdrew her hand and honestly ate her congee. Seeing her eat with gusto, Mu Fan asked her: “How does it taste?”

Wang Lin held the bowl with both hands and replied: “Delicious! It tastes better than the one my auntie at home makes!”

This was clearly a compliment for the sake of politeness (a “rainbow fart”). It was just ordinary congee, you couldn’t do much with it, and the taste wouldn’t vary too much. Mu Fan didn’t expose her and remained silent.

“Is there any more?” Wang Lin placed the empty bowl on the table and looked straight at Mu Fan.

Mu Fan looked at her small eyes begging for more, wondering if she really thought it was that delicious.

“No more,” she shook her head.

“Oh.” Wang Lin wasn’t disappointed. She moved on to the fried egg and finished it quickly.

Seeing that Wang Lin was done eating, Mu Fan glanced at the time on her phone, sped up her congee consumption, and quickly finished her fried egg too. Getting up to clear their dishes, Mu Fan adjusted her hair and said: “Time to go.”

“Mhm.” Wang Lin also packed up her things and actively ran to the door to open it. The two went downstairs, only to see Wang Lin’s car parked below.

“I had the bodyguard fix it and park it here last night,” Wang Lin quickly explained, seeing Mu Fan’s questioning look.

“Bodyguard?” Mu Fan gasped.

Wang Lin scratched her head: “My mom wasn’t comfortable with me coming to university here alone, so she arranged one. He follows me all the time.”

“I see.” Mu Fan nodded, looked around, and spotted an unfamiliar black car parked in the distance, a little surprised.

“Let’s go.” Wang Lin ran to her car, opened the door, and gestured for Mu Fan to get in with her eyes. “My class doesn’t start until 9:55 AM, so we have plenty of time. I can drive you to work.”

“I don’t know about that,” Mu Fan didn’t move.

“It’s fine. I slept on your bed and ate your food. What’s wrong with driving you to work?” Wang Lin ran back and pulled her. “Come on.”

Seeing Wang Lin’s persistence, Mu Fan knew it was hard to refuse and reluctantly got into the car.

“How about I drive? I’m familiar with the route,” Mu Fan said.

“I’ll drive. Send me the address,” Wang Lin settled in. A hint of slyness flashed in her eyes as she looked at Mu Fan. This way, she could find out where Mu Fan worked. But why she wanted to know Mu Fan’s workplace, she didn’t ponder.

“Okay,” Mu Fan picked up her phone and sent the address.

Receiving the address, Wang Lin opened the navigation, started the car, and slowly drove out of the complex. Following the navigation, she drove quickly, and after about forty minutes, the navigation indicated they had reached their destination.

“Finally arrived. It’s so far! How long would it take you by public transit?” As soon as the car stopped, Wang Lin couldn’t help but complain.

“Well, I actually have a car,” Mu Fan said, unbuckling her seatbelt.

“Huh?” Wang Lin tilted her head, inadvertently looking adorable.

Mu Fan thought it was cute and laughed: “An electric scooter.”

“That must be so cold,” Wang Lin said.

“Alright, I’m getting off. Thank you for driving me. It’s not cold today.”

“Then, should I drive you every day?”

“Pff.” Mu Fan was startled, then chuckled lightly. “What kind of thing is that to say?”

Truly innocent talk.

Closing the car door, Mu Fan waved goodbye to Wang Lin inside the car, then turned and walked toward the building in front of her.

G Company.

Wang Lin looked at it, finding it somewhat familiar.

Isn’t this the branch company of her own family’s corporation?