Chapter 71: The Atmosphere Is a Little Flirtatious

Watching Xia Rou and Song Mo bicker over there.

Completely ignoring her own existence.

Xia Yu couldn't tell what she was feeling inside.

She had clearly known long ago that her sister had feelings for Song Mo, and apparently had been secretly in love with him for quite a while? Even before Xia Rou and Song Mo became friends.

She should have been happy for her sister, but she felt a little sour, not even sure whose vinegar she was drinking...

The two seemed to be at it again.

Xia Rou reached out to hit Song Mo.

Song Mo easily countered, and bound both of Xia Yu's hands together—his left hand gripping her wrists, his right hand pressing down on her back.

"Do you give in?"

"No!"

"You don't give in? Believe it or not I'll smack your bottom?"

"If you've got the guts, then hit me!"

Song Mo's gaze swept around, and when it landed on Xia Rou's form-fitting jeans—above the slender curve of her legs, below the narrow curve of her waist, that delicate, shapely, beautifully perky arc—he paused for a moment.

To be fair, Xia Rou was slim where she should be slim.

And where she should be full, she was also very...

Ahem, pretty nice.

Xia Rou, with her back to Song Mo and pinned down, didn't know what Song Mo was doing, but she could feel him suddenly go quiet.

If she had to describe it, she also inexplicably went quiet.

The atmosphere instantly became mysterious.

A little bit flirtatious...

"You two, are you planning to film a romance short here?"

"Want me to bring an umbrella? I recommend Durex, ultra-thin, very nice."

Xia Yu's eerie voice drifted out.

Xia Rou jolted as if she'd been electrocuted, giving a shudder.

Song Mo's eyes suddenly went wide.

Amazing!

She can actually shake it!

This girl is actually an electric-hips dancer!

Hiding her talents well...

Song Mo quickly let go of Xia Rou, his gaze shifting away as he did.

If he kept looking, there was going to be an incident!

Xia Rou's ears turned red.

She said, in a rather guarded tone:

"Song Mo, you squeezed my hands so hard they hurt!"

Song Mo was about to speak.

Xia Yu's eerie voice rose again.

"Your hands hurt? I'm afraid if I hadn't spoken up—"

"What hurt wouldn't just be your hands."

Xia Yu was truly sour now.

She was a living, breathing person, yet she had been completely ignored by the two of them.

Song Mo: "..."

He didn't know why, but he felt Xia Yu's voice carried an awfully heavy grudge.

Xia Rou's neck turned red too.

A cute, rosy pink.

She clenched her fists and said loudly:

"Sister, what are you even saying!"

"I was just horsing around with Song Mo!"

"Is that so?" Xia Yu neither affirmed nor denied.

"Well, you can't see it anyway, you don't know what just happened..."

"Ahem, ahem!" Song Mo broke into a violent coughing fit.

Cutting off what Xia Yu was about to say.

Xia Yu looked surprised.

"Boss, is your asthma acting up?"

Song Mo: "..."

He couldn't shake the feeling that today's Xia Yu was off-the-charts aggressive.

The kind that blew the meter.

He quickly changed the subject.

"Uh, let's get started filming."

"We've been here so long and haven't done any actual work."

"Work, work!"

Xia Rou's heart was full of doubts, but she was too embarrassed to press further—what if it was something that would make both her and Song Mo awkward?

Xia Yu let out a "hmph."

She didn't say much more.

Only then did Song Mo quietly breathe a sigh of relief in his heart.

Today's Xia Yu was truly fierce.

He didn't quite dare to provoke her.

"After all, she's the older sister, and the two sisters are so close—they even share the same cup of milk tea, and sometimes swap clothes to wear."

"Earlier I stared at the younger sister's butt right in front of her older sister—that really was a bit impolite, so it's only natural she's not happy about it."

Song Mo felt a bit ashamed.

Feeling guilty, he changed his usual aloof manner.

At a moment when Xia Rou wasn't paying attention,

he kept smiling apologetically at Xia Yu.

The meaning was, "Sis, I didn't do it on purpose. For the sake of our friendship, please don't go spreading it around…"

Xia Yu rolled her eyes.

She wasn't actually angry at all—in fact, seeing Song Mo constantly trying to please her gave her an inexplicable little thrill of secret delight.

She glanced at her silly, clueless little sister who didn't know anything.

The little sister was still absent-minded, probably wondering what on earth Song Mo had done.

Xia Yu suddenly felt a bit guilty again.

She was a good sister, after all.

Ever since they were little, whatever her little sister liked, she'd give to her; she never fought over toys with her sister, never fought over snacks, and had always taken care of her.

But sometimes things were just too good.

She still couldn't help coveting them.

【Xia Yu, don't overthink it. A girl should have self-respect. You're just keeping an eye out for your little sister. A young master like Song Mo might just be acting on a momentary impulse, but your little sister could fall into it for a lifetime.】

【You're the older sister—keeping an eye out is only right.】

Xia Yu suddenly thought that, actually, every person disliked different things, but the things they liked were pretty much the same.

Similar to how "happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way."

Song Mo was this outstanding—besides Xia Rou, there must be plenty of other girls who liked him. A fool like Xia Rou, even if she managed to snatch him up, would have a hard time keeping him.

Instantly, she felt a splitting headache.

What to do? It's all Song Mo's fault! Can't he be a little more useless, a little less outstanding?

Anger rose up in Xia Yu's heart.

She shot Song Mo a fierce, gouging glare.

Song Mo's heart panicked.

What does this mean? Is she going to expose his unseemly behavior?

Then how could he ever get along with Xia Rou in the future!

Once a person sets their mind on something, it's easy for it to tug at their heartstrings.

If they don't care, then naturally it doesn't matter.

……

The photoshoot finally wrapped up.

Song Mo felt that time really dragged.

Every minute, every second was torture.

Xia Yu kept looking at him with a "scrutinizing" gaze from time to time, as if trying to see through his skin and check whether his essence was that of a scumbag pervert.

Xia Rou's gaze stayed fixed on his body, and she took photos as keepsakes; Song Mo, feeling guilty, never dared to stop this "obsessed girl" behavior.

That alone would have been enough.

Xia Rou also kept looking into his eyes, her gaze carrying a probing quality, as if trying to figure out exactly what Song Mo had done earlier.

Song Mo felt like crying but had no tears.

Past life and present life, two lives as a person.

He was still, to this day, a pure-born virgin.

In his past life, helping Leng Wanqiu treat her illness—that was only a relationship that was more than friends but not yet lovers, never even brought out into the open.

To put it bluntly, he didn't even have any romantic experience.

He had never tasted the sweetness of being in love.

Yet he'd had his fill of the bitterness of betrayal.

What virtue or ability did he have to be scrutinized with the gaze reserved for a scumbag?

Perhaps his only fault was being too handsome.

With looks like these, being a scumbag would be far too easy.

Let alone being rich on top of it?

As for talent, needless to say.

His crime was being too outstanding!

Today really was a gloomy day.

Song Mo wanted to slip away.

"Since the shoot's done, I'll be heading off first, haha."

Song Mo greeted her and was about to leave, but Xia Yu called him back.

"Wait!"

Song Mo's steps paused.

"Are you in a hurry to leave?" Xia Yu said unhurriedly.

"A little."

Song Mo was an honest kid.

Xia Yu took off the sun hat on her head, and her big waves of hair instantly cascaded down, the atmosphere maxed out.

She smiled faintly.

"If you're not in a hurry... let's grab a meal, boss~"

Song Mo: "..."

He remembered, what he said was a little in a hurry, right?

(End of this chapter)