A Straight Wife Fallen from the Sky - Chapter 35

“No,” Mu Jiahui rejected her without a second thought.

How could a senior in high school have rest days? Every holiday was a prime opportunity to overtake others on the curve.

As long as you weren’t playing, you could suppress those who were.

“But people will run into problems if they stay indoors for too long…” Given Sang Zhancheng’s habit of shopping outside all day long, it had already been difficult for her to stay cooped up at home for a week.

Now, her entire being radiated the desire to go out. Her toes were pointed toward the door, suggesting that the moment Mu Jiahui agreed, she would fly right out.

“Come out and play with me~ it won’t be for too long. I really, really want to go out~” Sang Zhancheng grabbed the corner of Mu Jiahui’s clothes.

Mu Jiahui noticed her eager feet.

Mu Jiahui raised her leg and used her foot to nudge Sang Zhancheng’s toes back away from the door.

Sang Zhancheng thought Mu Jiahui wanted to play-tap dance with her. She lowered her head and began to dance with focus.

Mu Jiahui felt her own foot being kicked repeatedly.

Resigned, she pressed down on the little succubus’s shoulders to “dance” with her.

After just a few steps, without paying attention, she pinned her down onto the floor.

“Wow.” Sang Zhancheng’s hands were still resting on Mu Jiahui’s waist.

She was completely covered by Mu Jiahui’s shadow, and Mu Jiahui’s scent instantly enveloped her entire body.

This scene felt a bit… erotic.

Sang Zhancheng swallowed hard. Her tail turned a deep pink and began to wag involuntarily.

“Playing at home is fine, too,” Sang Zhancheng said, accepting her fate.

As long as she could experience the kind of fun only adults have, she didn’t mind being locked up at home.

In fact, they could even play “confinement” games… A happy tear of joy trickled from the corner of the little succubus’s mouth.

Originally, Mu Jiahui hadn’t thought of anything at all.

But hearing Sang Zhancheng say that, and seeing her flushed face, Mu Jiahui instantly bounded up from the floor.

Her face turned a violent red, her lips trembled, and after a long silence, she couldn’t squeeze out a single word.

“Mumu~ aren’t we going to play? We can play~” Sang Zhancheng crawled up and pressed herself against Mu Jiahui.

She didn’t quite understand how to get Mu Jiahui “in the mood,” so she took Mu Jiahui’s still-shaking hand and pressed it against her own waist.

The little succubus’s waist was soft.

Summer pajamas were very thin, and her body heat wrapped around Mu Jiahui’s hand just like that. Looking down, one could even see glimpses of spring scenery.

An electric sensation surged through Mu Jiahui’s fingers, traveling through her whole body and straight to her heart.

Mu Jiahui yanked her hand back violently. Simultaneously, her language system, which had been crashed for a long time, finally began to function.

“In broad daylight! What—what are you doing! This is scandalous!”

After her scolding, Mu Jiahui fled into the bathroom, leaving Sang Zhancheng dazed on the spot.

Had she even done anything? They were partners; wasn’t this normal?

Mu Jiahui rinsed herself with cold water for a long time, but the sensation on her hand wouldn’t disappear.

She used a towel to scrub her hand frantically, trying to use the rough texture to drive away that silky feeling.

But this was Sang Zhancheng’s bathroom. Her scent was everywhere, along with the traces she left behind.

Just one look made her think of the young girl who had just been casting flirtatious glances at her.

If her thoughts slipped further, it was inevitable she would think of some “scandalous” things.

Mu Jiahui nearly submerged her entire head in the cold water.

In her trance, a thought popped into Mu Jiahui’s heated brain: Sang Zhancheng really isn’t a little girl anymore. At least physically, she is a very mature woman.

When Mu Jiahui finally left the bathroom, Sang Zhancheng was still sitting on the floor, the disappointment clear in her eyes.

“Ahem.” Mu Jiahui’s earlobes turned red again.

This time, it was from shame. Leaving Sang Zhancheng alone and running away didn’t exactly make her a reliable adult.

Sang Zhancheng turned her head to look at Mu Jiahui with a pained expression.

“How is it scandalous? I didn’t do anything, did I?” Sang Zhancheng pouted.

She decided that if Mu Jiahui didn’t hug her, she would be angry. she would stay right there and refuse to get up all day.

Mu Jiahui had finally calmed down.

Hearing Sang Zhancheng say that, she almost became angry out of embarrassment again, tempted to make her do twenty sets of exam papers.

Mu Jiahui’s eyelid twitched.

“I’ll take you out this weekend. One hour a day, no more.” She forced herself to finish the sentence, suppressing the urge to make her study.

“! Really!” The little succubus’s eyes lit up instantly, and she forgot her previous decision.

She performed a “carp leap” to jump up and lunged toward Mu Jiahui.

“Yes.” Mu Jiahui pried her hands off.

“So go do your questions now. We’ve delayed for a long time.”

“Tsk~” Sang Zhancheng voiced her opinion very softly.

However, since she could finally go out, she was in a good mood and didn’t bother arguing with Mu Jiahui.

As if she hadn’t reacted yet, Mu Jiahui didn’t pay any attention to Sang Zhancheng’s “insubordination.”

She sat in her seat, staring blankly into space—a rare occurrence.

She knew what Sang Zhancheng meant by “playing at home,” but she didn’t know why her own reaction was so extreme.

Shouldn’t a “hardcore straight girl” show a natural, slight interest in this? Like observing a rare species.

Mu Jiahui’s mind was a mess. She picked up her pen, but couldn’t write a single word for a long time.

Remembering something, Mu Jiahui took out her phone and stole a glance at Sang Zhancheng.

Sang Zhancheng was seriously working on a unit test set.

Yet, Mu Jiahui couldn’t relax in the slightest. She opened her phone, recalled for a moment, and typed in a URL.

It was the website Sang Zhancheng had logged into last time.

Mu Jiahui’s memory was too good; plus, the impact of that “short film” that day had been so great that she had memorized the URL with just one glance.

Mu Jiahui set her phone to silent and clicked on a random video.

This one was female-to-male. The female was a werewolf, while the male showed no beast traits.

Mu Jiahui watched the five-minute video with an expressionless face.

She didn’t think it was particularly interesting.

To say something rebellious: she felt it was a bit… physiologically uncomfortable to watch.

Thinking back, the only thing she remembered was that the girl had a nice figure and was beautiful.

Mu Jiahui took a deep breath, feeling that her current state was very problematic.

What kind of “hardcore straight girl” would keep staring at pretty girls? Shouldn’t she be looking at handsome guys?

So, she went to the social media platform Sang Zhancheng had downloaded for her a few days ago and started looking for pictures of handsome men.

After looking at two photos, Mu Jiahui yawned.

Whether it was strong pectoral and abdominal muscles or a waist as slender as a willow, when placed on a man, they didn’t seem to attract her in the slightest.

Instead, they had a calming effect, making one want to become a monk.

Mu Jiahui turned off her phone.

She didn’t want to think anymore; studying was more suitable for her.

It wasn’t until Sang Zhancheng finished two sets of questions and pulled on Mu Jiahui’s hand for a hug that the fire in Mu Jiahui’s heart flared up again.

“Correct your mistakes first.” Every second escaped was a second earned.

“Eh, before it was always a kiss first, then correcting mistakes. Mumu~ when my magic is low, I can’t study. I’ll become stupid. I need a kiss to get better~” While speaking, Sang Zhancheng had already sat on Mu Jiahui’s lap.

In a moment of distraction, Mu Jiahui’s lips were pressed by something soft.

After sinking into the “gentle village,” Mu Jiahui emptied her mind.

This one kiss lasted until Sang Zhancheng’s mother came to knock on the door to deliver food.

Only then did Mu Jiahui snap back to her senses. Looking down, her clothes were already half-open.

She hurriedly pushed Sang Zhancheng off, fixed her clothes, and jogged to open the door for her mother-in-law.

When the door opened, Fu Yaoqin saw her red-faced daughter-in-law and her daughter, who was clearly on the edge of passion. She covered her face in embarrassment.

“Sorry, baby. I didn’t know you were playing. Did I disturb you?” Fu Yaoqin kept her eyes tightly shut, handed over the bag, and turned around, ready to run.