When other female characters launched fierce advances on Wen Yang, Chen Xue would only occasionally bring him homade sour plum soup to show her affection. She never dared to confess her feelings outright.
She always watched the boy she liked quietly from the shadows.
This innocent and naïve crush was a breath of fresh air in the over-the-top hentai world, like a lotus blooming unstained from the mud. It left a good impression on Ning Chu.
But!
When the image of Chen Xue kissing Wen Yang flashed through her mind, that little bit of goodwill disappeared completely.
She’s just another vixen!
Her heartbeat quickened, her blood pressure soared, and she instinctively clenched her fists, gritting her teeth and cursing:
“Unacceptable!”
The next mont, Ning Chu suddenly realized how absurd her outburst was. She froze, and a blush of embarrassnt crept up her cheeks.
What am I even saying?!
Facing Yan Xinya’s gleeful “I-just-witnessed-sweet-drama” expression, she couldn’t lift her head. Her face burned red as she stamred, unable to explain herself.
Could it be... I really like Wen Yang?!
This is just possessiveness! He’s the protagonist of my story! It’s normal for an author to feel possessive about their creation, right?
Like a parent’s feelings toward their children...
Yes! That reaction was exactly like a father eting his son-in-law when his daughter gets married!
“Stop lying to yourself~”
Yan Xinya seed to see through her inner struggle and delivered another teasing blow with a playful smile.
Ning Chu’s breath hitched. She shook her head frantically, as if trying to deny it to herself. “N-no way!”
How long has it even been since I turned into a girl? How could I possibly have fallen for a man already?
Lily nodded in agreent, softly chiming in, “Sure looks like you like him.”
“Don’t worry,” the succubus added with a deadpan expression, though her eyes darted nervously, “we’re succubi. We can handle it... right?”
It was the first ti Ning Chu had heard Lily say so much in real life, and her words were just as bold as her online remarks.
But Ning Chu couldn’t focus on such trivial matters now. She felt a sharp ache in her heart, as if the part of her that used to be a man was slowly crumbling.
She sat there in silence, overwheld by a desire to escape reality, retreating into ostrich-like denial once more.
“I—I have sothing to do,” she blurted, suddenly standing up and rushing toward the door in a panic.
“I’ll head back first!”
Yan Xinya tilted her head, watching her flee in confusion. “Why is she so resistant? Isn’t Wen Yang pretty handso?”
“Too big,” Lily replied with absolute certainty, nodding.
“Is that all you ever think about?”
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