Lu Wuqi didn't even realize how long she had been standing there silently until Yun Qingyue finally turned her head to look at her.
There was a soft smile on her lips, but her fingers were clenched tightly, and her voice was calm in a way that didn't quite feel calm at all.
"Why? You don't want to?" she asked.
Lu Wuqi's heart dropped for a second. That sentence—the way it was said, the way her eyes looked just a little too calm—it shook her right out of her daze.
She didn't even think. Her mouth responded on instinct, the words flying out so fast that she almost tripped over them.
"Yes! I do! I mean—I want to! I… I'll sleep with you! I mean—not like that—just… yes!"
Yun Qingyue blinked, then laughed softly.
Her smile this time was different. It wasn't guarded or distant. It was warm and real. It was the kind of smile that melted into your chest and stayed there like a little candle flame.
"I meant just sleep, Wuqi," she said teasingly, a gentle glint in her eyes.
