Yunli: (●—●)
Yunli belatedly realized what the other person was doing, especially with their faces so close that their noses were almost touching. Her mind instantly went blank.
The next second, her round face flushed bright red, like a ripe cherry.
She abruptly swatted Stelle's hand away and tightly covered her burning cheeks, her ears turning red as well. Her eyes darted away, and she didn't dare look at the other person again.
"Ah! Stelle, you idiot, this is so embarrassing!!!"
Stelle, however, looked completely indifferent. She smugly pushed up the glasses on her face, put her hands on her hips, and a sly smile curled at the corners of her mouth.
Stelle ઌ( ˘▽˘ )໒: "Hehe, as expected of me!"
Of course, the most shocked person was naturally Mo Xin, who had witnessed everything from the side.
Her pupils constricted slightly, her thin lips parted, and her eyes were filled with disbelief, clearly stunned by the scene before her.
But then, she suddenly realized something was wrong.
Mo Xin (◐ o ◑): 'Hiss—Was Master Yunli just flirted with right in front of me?'
Immediately afterward, a series of wails and howls echoed through the quiet hall.
...
A moment later.
Everything seemed to have returned to calm.
The blush on Yunli's face had mostly faded, but a lingering crimson remained on her ears like clouds dyed by the sunset. When she lowered her head, she quietly hid them behind her hair.
Mo Xin sat to the side, her cheeks puffed out as she propped up her face, her brow slightly furrowed and her mouth turned down. Her entire face screamed, "I am very unhappy."
Qing Yutong leaned silently against the wall, looking at the ceiling one moment and the floor the next.
Her dormant heart began to stir again, and a strange interest flickered in her gray-white heterochromatic eyes.
As for the culprit behind it all, Stelle had already forgotten everything that had just happened.
She had returned to the floor-to-ceiling window, striking various poses against the glass and admiring herself again.
This scene naturally fell into everyone's eyes.
Mo Xin felt as if her chest were stuffed with cotton, an indescribable discomfort filling her. The envy and jealousy in her heart almost burst through her eyes, overflowing from the corners.
It was only because Stelle, in her professional attire, was simply too dazzling—the well-tailored white shirt outlined sharp lines, the slightly bulging collar was tied meticulously, and even the thin-framed glasses on her nose gave her an extraordinary temperament that couldn't help but stir a desire to conquer.
Before, Stelle had been a pure-looking beautiful girl, with a natural cuteness in her features that made people want to get close to her.
But now...
Similar height, similar figure.
If before, Stelle, compared to Mo Xin, was perhaps just a little better naturally, with a negligible advantage.
Then now, the gap between the two was like heaven and earth, fully demonstrated and beyond comparison.
Mo Xin looked at the dazzling light radiating from Stelle, then at herself, and could only feel overshadowed.
Mo Xin (＞⤙＜): "Dammit! She was clearly just a normal-looking girl before. How did she suddenly become so sexy, like some vixen!
And there... she clearly didn't have much 'material' before. How did she suddenly become so..."
As the saying goes, there is no harm without comparison.
Mo Xin murmured to herself, her voice gradually fading until only a barely audible breath remained, but the bitterness in her throat became more and more obvious.
But what truly shook Mo Xin's resolve was not just this surface-level gap.
After all, if it were only Stelle showing off, she would at most lose a few nights of sleep.
What really felt like a lump in her throat was that even now, Master Yunli's gaze would drift over there from time to time.
Following that gaze, when she saw Stelle's long, slender, and shapely legs wrapped in black silk, the blush that had just faded from Yunli's face quietly crept back up, and even the tips of her ears began to burn.
Yunli (⸝⸝ ↀ ᯅ ↀ⸝⸝): 'As expected of the Galactic Succubus, she really lives up to her reputation!'
Mo Xin (๑°⌓°๑): 'Oh no, have I become the clown?!!'
Mo Xin's current mood was like playing a Galgame and spending a long time trying to raise her favorability with a favorite character.
Just when she was about to succeed, Stelle suddenly appeared out of nowhere without any buildup and directly made her unlock a "Defeat CG."
This was, in a way, a form of NTR.
Looking at Mo Xin's fluctuating expression, which turned from dark to pale, the eyes of the clever great Stelle suddenly lit up, as if she had discovered some strange and interesting new continent.
As Mo Xin's gaze happened to catch the wicked smile curling on Stelle's lips, she felt a chill down her spine, and her heart skipped a beat, sensing that something bad was about to happen!
The next second, Stelle swayed her slender waist—which didn't seem to belong to someone her age—and walked over with light steps, bumping the dazed Mo Xin aside before sitting down unceremoniously between Yunli and Mo Xin.
Stelle tilted her head. "Hehe, Yunli, take a close look. Does it suit me?"
"Yes, it suits you very well."
Having passed the initial awkward phase, Yunli had returned to her usual carefree self and could even joke with Stelle with a smile.
However, looking at Stelle from such a close distance, the tips of her ears still turned red uncontrollably, like ripe cherries.
Hearing Yunli's praise, Stelle's eyes lit up, and a bright smile blossomed on her face like a child who had received candy.
She excitedly opened her arms and hugged the soft body in front of her, even rubbing her head against Yunli's shoulder with a silly laugh.
"Hehehe... Yunli, you're so cute!"
"Can't you be a bit more normal?!!"
Faced with this sudden hug, Yunli was slightly stunned, and her body stiffened, but she didn't push the other person away.
Feeling the warm body in her arms and the warm breath brushing against her ear, a faint blush rose on Yunli's neck, like smudged rouge.
She pursed her lips and finally, "reluctantly," extended her fair arms to gently wrap them around the other's waist.
The two figures, one large and one small, held each other tightly—one charming and cute, the other bright and sexy—immersed in this intimacy as if no one else were there.
"Tsk tsk tsk."
Qing Yutong clicked her tongue and slowly shook her head, not having any particular thoughts about it.
After all, what was wrong with girls hugging? It was a perfectly normal relationship between women.
The only surprise was the difficulty of reconciling Stelle's and Yunli's ratings together.
As for Mo Xin, who had been left aside, she now looked like a forgotten, pitiful soul.
Her eyes were hollow and vacant, staring straight ahead, and a series of indistinct, mysterious whispers could be heard faintly from her slightly parted mouth.
Mo Xin (●—●): 'They are just ordinary friends, they are just ordinary friends, they are just...'
...
"Strange? Disciple, you don't have a fever, do you?"
"How could that be, Master Yunli?"
"But it's your rare day off, so why did you suddenly take the initiative to train? Has the sun risen from the west?"
As Yunli spoke, she looked Mo Xin up and down with curiosity and even poked her arm, clearly very confused by her unusual behavior.
But the latter maintained a standard faint smile.
"I just suddenly realized that as a genius of the new era, to spread my name as a Future Sword Immortal, I must cultivate hard!"
Mo Xin clenched her fist, her expression and tone as resolute as if she were taking an oath to join the Party.
Yunli pondered for a moment and, unable to figure it out, decided to give up thinking. She said with a smile, "Well, since my disciple is so motivated today, as your master, I will accompany you!"
"Mm!"
Mo Xin nodded heavily, while in her heart, several lines of ambiguous tears flowed.
Qing Yutong, having seen enough of the show, left early because she had things to do.
Mo Xin was so focused on training with Yunli that she "accidentally" forgot Stelle back in the hall.
Soon, only the master and disciple were left in the training room, dripping with sweat amid the clashing of weapons.
Not long after, the training room door was suddenly pushed open.
Mo Xin's movements stiffened as she nervously watched the figure at the door. After seeing that it was only Senior Mo Yao, her tense body instantly relaxed, and she breathed a sigh of relief for some reason.