Romance Allergy [Book Transmigration] - Chapter 13

Having generated another wave of online popularity with a single mindless action, Dou Anyao yawned as she walked downstairs. She even twisted her neck to stretch her muscles, strolling leisurely in her slippers as if she were in her own home.

As she reached the second floor, the scent of sweet bread mixed with the mellow aroma of coffee wafted into her nose.

Although she had eaten before arriving, after sleeping for over half an hour, the milky scent of bread turned her slight hunger into a full-blown craving.

Dou Anyao didn’t intentionally lighten her steps. As soon as the pitter-patter of her descent sounded, the two people at the dining table waiting for egg tarts turned their heads simultaneously.

First came the uniform white slippers, followed by fair calves, then a blue hemline, and soon, Dou Anyao’s face was revealed.

The moment Dou Anyao stepped off the last stair, Wen Zhixin, who was sitting over there, suddenly stood up.

The movement was so quick and carried such a hint of awkwardness—looking exactly like a primary school student seeing a teacher appear—that even Chi Xueqing, sitting opposite her, couldn’t help but cast a glance.

Having stood up, Wen Zhixin also felt her reaction was a bit too intense. She quietly exhaled in her heart, forcing herself to calm down, and took the initiative to speak. “Hello.”

With this greeting, her previous action naturally became that of a host seeing a new guest and standing up to say hello.

Even if she moved as fast as a mouse seeing a cat, it was only because Wen Zhixin was too polite and feared she might not be doing enough.

Seeing her step-sister, the lingering irritation Dou Anyao felt from Yu Xi gradually dissipated. She curled her lips into a smile, adopting the stance of a first-time meeting. “Hello everyone, I’m Dou Anyao.”

“I’m Wen Zhixin,” Wen Zhixin said softly as she watched Dou Anyao approach.

Seeing Wen Zhixin stand, Chi Xueqing also rose slowly, giving a slight nod to Dou Anyao. “I am Chi Xueqing.”

Dou Anyao’s acting skills were decent. She nodded toward Wen Zhixin to confirm, “Zhixin,” then looked at Chi Xueqing, “Xueqing.”

The two nodded back; the three were now officially acquainted.

“Do… do you want some coffee?”

Seeing Dou Anyao come over and sit at one end of the long table, Wen Zhixin couldn’t help but ask. “We brewed coffee and made fruit egg tarts, but the tarts will take a few more minutes to be ready.”

“Is there more? I’d like a cup. I just woke up and I’m still feeling a bit dazed.”

After expressing her desire, Dou Anyao propped her chin on her hands with elbows on the table, looking at Wen Zhixin with a beaming smile. “Did Zhixin make all of this? So impressive.”

On the surface, she maintained a perfectly serious demeanor, but internally, she was already wailing and shouting: What was the original host thinking? Such a cute and capable younger sister, how could she have the heart to hurt her over and over again? Truly speechless!

The Pure Advocacy System, which could fully hear her thoughts: “…” Its host acted as if she had some sort of split personality.

For some reason, despite it being a simple compliment, Wen Zhixin’s face turned red all the way down to her neck under Dou Anyao’s gaze—a visible, deep flush.

“No… no, I only brewed the coffee. The egg tarts were all made by A-Xue. I didn’t do much…”

“Isn’t being able to brew coffee already very impressive?” Dou Anyao countered.

“No, it’s really nothing.”

The way her voice had inexplicably become lower and softer made Wen Zhixin feel out of place. She didn’t dare look at Dou Anyao’s expression anymore.

Dropping a hurried “I’ll go pour your coffee” with downcast eyes, she quickly turned away and walked into the open kitchen to prepare the drink.

Once she left even though it was only to the nearby counter there was a slight distance between them, and the dining table suddenly fell silent.

Dou Anyao figured she was here for a vacation and didn’t really want to get to know the others, but since the show was recording, she couldn’t keep hiding, so she had come down.

But as for taking the initiative to chat with others? She felt it was better to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Chi Xueqing didn’t know what Dou Anyao was thinking. She kept her back straight, maintaining what she considered her most elegant and poised posture, sitting without her back touching the chair.

Occasionally, she would pick up her coffee, take a shallow sip, and set it down.

In this sequence, every gesture was the epitome of grace.

Being like this, she didn’t believe Dou Anyao, the “famed” heart-skipping harvester, wouldn’t take the initiative to talk to her.

But to her surprise, since she didn’t speak, Dou Anyao didn’t speak either?

Timing it so that Wen Zhixin was about to bring the coffee over now being a good opportunity for a one-on-one interaction Chi Xueqing stopped acting aloof. She looked up at Dou Anyao as if by chance and asked, “Is Anyao the first to arrive?”

Since someone had spoken to her, Dou Anyao wouldn’t ignore them. “Mm-hmm, I should be the first one here.”

As she spoke, she glanced at Chi Xueqing.

Tsk, why is everyone in this book a beauty? So far, I haven’t seen one who didn’t stun me.

Looking at the other’s aura—the perfect image of a lady from a scholarly family—Dou Anyao couldn’t help but feel a bit inferior.

“Then have you seen the cottage yet? I’ve been making desserts since I arrived and haven’t had a chance to look around,” Chi Xueqing threw out another topic.

Without much thought, Dou Anyao brushed back a strand of hair and replied, “I’ve seen all the upper floors, except for the backyard.”

Chi Xueqing touched the handle of her coffee cup, looking sideways at Dou Anyao with a gentle smile. “Has the rain stopped? Why don’t we go check out the backyard after finishing our coffee? I haven’t been there yet either.”

As soon as Chi Xueqing finished speaking, Wen Zhixin, who had just added sugar to Dou Anyao’s coffee at the counter, seemed to have been hit by a pause button. Her movements froze.

The heat on her face vanished instantly. Without making another move, she held her breath, waiting for Dou Anyao’s answer.

While Dou Anyao had yet to react, the production team’s livestream room turned into a battlefield. At a glance, the screen was densely packed with fast-moving comments.

[What on earth? It’s one thing for Wen Zhixin to blush so shyly when she sees DAY, but what is Chi Xueqing doing? Issuing an invitation?]

[But honestly, Dou Anyao is quite good-looking. When those pretty, sparkling eyes stare at you, can you really handle it?]

[Hmm… if I’m not mistaken, is Chi Xueqing suddenly interested in Dou Anyao?]

[Is there a mistake? Wasn’t she just making afternoon tea with Wen Zhixin? I just finished shipping them to death, and she turns around to invite DAY?]

[Crap, if DAY dares to agree, I’ll be an anti-fan for life! Hurry up and refuse!]

[Help, I’m going to die laughing in this livestream. Some people were shouting for others to stay away from their favorite, but in reality, it looks like your favorite is the one clinging to her?]

Chi Xueqing’s words were incredibly natural, and her attitude was neither cold nor hot. Dou Anyao’s first reaction was that the other person simply wanted to go for a stroll.

Thinking she hadn’t been there either, having a companion to look around with wasn’t a big deal. However, just as she was about to agree, the system in her mind voiced its disapproval.

“Host, please take note: You are currently filming a dating show. In a dating show, whenever two people do something alone together, it is recognized as cultivating feelings. Host, please refuse immediately! Maintain your integrity!”

The “Sure” at the tip of Dou Anyao’s tongue shifted as she quickly changed her words. “Um… let’s forget it. The air after the rain is full of Actinomycetes spores; thinking about it feels a bit   weird.”

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