What Bad Intentions Could the Heroine Have? [GL] - Chapter 11

Chapter 11

In the end, Mu Xingyu naturally didn’t ask.

After the massage concluded, Mu Xingyu was covered in a thin layer of sweat, so she grabbed a bathrobe and headed into the bathroom to shower.

Yesterday, right here, she and Feng Chichun had met in total candor. Mu Xingyu had known Feng Chichun had a good figure, but she hadn’t expected it to be that good.

As the scenes she witnessed yesterday surfaced in her mind, Mu Xingyu suddenly felt a heat in her nose. She reached up to touch it, and it was a smear of red.

Startled, she quickly splashed her face with cold water to calm herself down.

Stop thinking! Stop thinking! What was wrong with her lately? Her head was filled with so much “colorful” waste.

Mu Xingyu took a hurried shower, put on her bathrobe, and prepared to leave the bathroom. Upon stepping out, she saw a lamp lit by the head of the bed; a laptop was resting on Feng Chichun’s lap.

Mu Xingyu asked, “Are you still working?”

Hearing this, Feng Chichun closed the laptop and said, “Just handling a few small matters. I plan to take a break tomorrow, so I can accompany you to buy couple’s outfits.”

Mu Xingyu replied, “Mm, okay.”

Feng Chichun said, “I haven’t asked yet—what color do you like?”

Mu Xingyu thought for a moment and said, “I like many colors, but if I had to pick a favorite, it would probably be red.”

Feng Chichun nodded. “Mm, I see.”

Mu Xingyu couldn’t help but ask, “What about you? What color do you like?”

“For me, it would be black.”

Mu Xingyu had already figured out Feng Chichun’s personality. “It couldn’t be because black hides dirt well, could it?”

Feng Chichun looked slightly surprised. “That is indeed one of the reasons.”

Mu Xingyu really wanted to say, Truly, that is so you.

Feng Chichun checked the time and then said, “Alright, it’s late. Time to sleep.”

Mu Xingyu hesitated. Strictly speaking, this wasn’t her first time sharing a bed with Feng Chichun. During the previous two times, either she had been drunk or Feng Chichun had been drunk, so nothing could have happened even if they wanted it to.

What if she couldn’t control herself?

However, Feng Chichun misunderstood Mu Xingyu’s hesitation and asked, “What? Are you afraid I have improper designs on you?”

Mu Xingyu shook her head quickly. “No, I didn’t think that. I just felt it’s still a bit early to sleep.”

Feng Chichun said, “It’s ten o’clock; it’s not that early. Lack of sleep will affect your state tomorrow.”

Mu Xingyu felt that if she continued to refuse, it would look very strange. Feng Chichun looked perfectly upright, only thinking about getting a good night’s rest. And her? She was being an “old pervert.”

Getting into bed, Mu Xingyu lay flat, staring at the ceiling with her hands placed very properly over her abdomen.

Feng Chichun turned off the bedside lamp, and the room instantly plunged into darkness. With her vision gone, her sense of hearing became acute.

Mu Xingyu could hear the rustle of fabric and the quilt as Feng Chichun lay down, the sound of Feng Chichun’s steady breathing, and… her own rapid heartbeat.

She felt like she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep at all, but not sleeping wasn’t an option.

Feng Chichun seemed to sense Mu Xingyu’s abnormality and asked, “Can’t sleep?”

Mu Xingyu turned on her side toward Feng Chichun and said, “Mm, a little.”

“Do you have something on your mind?”

“Actually…”

“Actually what?”

“Actually, I wanted to say that I’m signing with a new agency soon and might take on some work. Would that be considered a violation of the contract?”

Feng Chichun said, “So you were worried about that. According to the terms of the contract, you only need to play the role of my girlfriend well. I don’t personally have the habit of keeping a lover captive; as long as you can coordinate with the dating schedule, the rest is up to you.”

Mu Xingyu hadn’t actually intended to ask that question just now, but Feng Chichun’s answer gave her a pleasant surprise.

Although being Feng Chichun’s girlfriend counted as work, her main profession was being a print model. If she remained idle and did nothing, she felt like she would wither away.

Mu Xingyu asked somewhat uncertainly, “Is that really okay?”

“Being natural makes it real. Don’t always keep the contract in mind; otherwise, you might slip up in front of my parents.”

Mu Xingyu’s eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness. She saw Feng Chichun’s eyes, which held not a trace of a joke.

“You’re right. I was overthinking.”

Feng Chichun smiled. “Do you feel a bit more relaxed now?”

Mu Xingyu said, “Mm, thank you.”

Feng Chichun asked again, “So, isn’t it time to sleep?”

“Sleeping now.” Mu Xingyu closed her eyes quickly. In her heart, she thought that while Feng Chichun was easy to talk to, her lifestyle really had that “Old Cadre” vibe.

She squeezed in work whenever possible, valued efficiency, liked black because it was practical, and slept early to be energetic the next day.

If she really became Feng Chichun’s girlfriend… it would actually be quite nice.

People should be disciplined and motivated; that’s how one becomes a better version of oneself.

If Mu Xingyu’s best friend, Qin Yiru, were here right now, she would definitely have hit the nail on the head regarding Mu Xingyu’s true thoughts.

Aren’t you just craving her body? Why all these excuses?

In a daze, Mu Xingyu fell asleep. This time, she had a familiar dream. In the dream, the marshmallow was fragrant, soft, and sweet. However, the tactile sensation felt a bit different from before…

She vaguely felt something was off, but in her sleeping state, her brain wasn’t clear, so she couldn’t figure out exactly what was wrong.

Time flowed like water, and the sky outside the window turned pale. Mu Xingyu was starting to wake up, but she couldn’t resist wanting to sleep a little longer.

The soft sensation against her cheek made her subconsciously nuzzle it. As she nuzzled, Mu Xingyu’s neck suddenly froze.

What she was nuzzling was…

Mu Xingyu snapped her eyes open. She didn’t dare look up to see if Feng Chichun was awake.

So the marshmallow wasn’t a marshmallow. Didn’t that mean she had taken advantage of Feng Chichun when she fell asleep in the cinema last time?

Even though it was unintentional, would Feng Chichun think she was a pervert or indecent?

Mu Xingyu slowly moved her face away from Feng Chichun’s chest. Sensing a change in Feng Chichun’s breathing frequency, she immediately closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Subsequently, she felt Feng Chichun sit up in bed, which made her even more afraid to open her eyes.

The more nervous Mu Xingyu became, the more obvious her behavior grew. Her reddened ears, trembling eyelashes, stiff movements, and clenched hands—every detail exposed the fact that she wasn’t sleeping at all.

Feng Chichun naturally saw everything clearly. With a hint of a smile in her eyes, she didn’t expose her.

Mu Xingyu listened intently to the surroundings until she heard the sound of the bathroom door closing. Only then did she dare open her eyes.

She let out a long breath, wondering if it would be better to “wake up” while Feng Chichun was in the bathroom.

Mu Xingyu sat up and smoothed her messy long hair. She took a few deep breaths to adjust her expression, trying to look as natural as possible.

She got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash up, greeting Feng Chichun with what she thought was a natural expression. Seeing that Feng Chichun didn’t act out of the ordinary, she felt relieved.

After breakfast, the two went out to buy couple’s outfits.

Feng Chichun was someone who didn’t lack money; she never looked at price tags when picking clothes. She picked out five or six sets at once.

Furthermore, Feng Chichun had great taste, and the clothes she chose suited them both well. The sales assistant was also very sweet-talked, saying only pleasing things.

It made Mu Xingyu almost believe that she and Feng Chichun were truly in love, whereas in reality, they were just contract lovers.

“Want to change and try it on?” Feng Chichun handed a set of clothes to Mu Xingyu.

This outfit was primarily white with black and red accents, looking simple and elegant yet filled with design—perfect for daily wear.

Mu Xingyu and Feng Chichun entered the changing rooms together—separately, of course.

The two finished changing almost simultaneously. Feng Chichun looked different in her new clothes, appearing more relaxed than usual.

“Chichun, these clothes suit you well.”

Feng Chichun adjusted her cufflinks and said to Mu Xingyu, “You too. Very beautiful.”

Being praised is something to be happy about, especially when it comes from a beauty. Mu Xingyu couldn’t help but go to the full-length mirror to admire her own beauty.

Mu Xingyu’s beauty was very classic, but not to the point of losing her unique character. Personality-wise, she wasn’t a pushover; she had her own views on things and shone with confidence.

Feng Chichun looked at Mu Xingyu’s profile with a gentle gaze, but unfortunately, Mu Xingyu was too busy looking at herself to notice.

By the time they finished buying clothes, it was noon. Feng Chichun suggested eating at a restaurant near Nanshan, as they could go hiking in the afternoon.

Nanshan was a landmark location in City A, known for its good scenery and high level of commercialization. There was currently a resort being developed there.

The food at the restaurant Feng Chichun chose was never bad. After eating, the two left on foot.

Since graduating, Mu Xingyu’s range of activity had been concentrated in the city center; she rarely visited these scenic places.

Taking this opportunity, she took a good look at the scenery of Nanshan.

There was also a chain bridge on Nanshan covered in locks. Whether in reality or in novels, there was always a saying:

As long as you lock a padlock engraved with two names onto a certain place, the two people can grow old together.

Up ahead, a pair of lovers had just bought a concentric lock for engraving. Seeing this, Feng Chichun said, “Should we buy a pair too?”

Mu Xingyu actually wanted to buy one as well. Since Feng Chichun said so, she naturally had no reason to refuse.

The old man selling the locks saw the two coming to buy a concentric lock and recommended them with a smile: “For a couple like you, I recommend the lily pattern. How about these few? Do you like them? Since you two look so well-matched, I’ll give you a ten percent discount. This is a friendship price; others might not get this discount.”

Mu Xingyu certainly didn’t believe that, but she was going to buy it anyway.

Feng Chichun looked at them for a bit and asked, “Excuse me, do you have any made of gold?”

The old man rubbed his chin and shook his head. “None. There was a couple who specifically customized a pair of gold locks before, and they ended up being stolen the very next night. Not long after, the two broke up. What a bad omen. If you want something that looks more expensive, I recommend silver locks. They don’t rust and aren’t shabby.”

“Then we’ll take a pair of silver locks.”

The old man immediately pulled out a box and said to them, “They’re all in here.”

Mu Xingyu spotted an exquisite little lock at once. “This one is pretty.”

Feng Chichun took that pair out. “Then it’s this pair.”

Mu Xingyu was a bit surprised and asked, “Not going to look a bit more?”

“You like it, and I like it too, so this is the one.”

After the names were engraved, Feng Chichun paid the money.

The old man said, “I wish you two to be of one heart forever and to grow old together.”

Feng Chichun: “I’ll take your kind words.”

Mu Xingyu felt inexplicably shy. She went with Feng Chichun to lock the padlock.

At the moment the lock clicked shut, a thought popped into her head: It would be great if Feng Chichun liked me too.

Mu Xingyu was startled by her own thought, but she silently pondered: the author had already changed the novel to GL, so would Feng Chichun also fall for her in the future?

Mu Xingyu stole a glance toward Feng Chichun and found that Feng Chichun was also looking at her.

Just as Mu Xingyu was about to speak, she saw a figure gradually approaching from behind Feng Chichun.

This person was not a stranger to Mu Xingyu.

“What a coincidence. Isn’t this President Feng? Hm? And this is?” The man stepped forward slowly, his tone familiar.

Feng Chichun turned around at the sound of the voice, her tone slightly cold. “My girlfriend, Mu Xingyu.”

“Chichun, we have such a good relationship. Why didn’t you tell me you were in a relationship? There’s no need to avoid me like this, is there?”

Murong Huai—the male lead from the original novel. But looking at Murong Huai now, Mu Xingyu felt he looked more like a “vicious male supporting character” trying to destroy the leads’ relationship? And he even had a “Green Tea” attribute?

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