Chapter 263: A Childhood Friend’s Invitation

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That had already been two years ago for Bai Yue Ling. Out of her ten reincarnations, she had spent all her time in the Fate World, rarely going out, and she had never once visited Mu Yao’s home, so she had nearly forgotten what Mu Yao’s house even looked like. For Mu Yao, last month might not have felt that long ago, but for Bai Yue Ling, that was already two years in the past.

“What are you saying? Ling Ling, you came by just last month.”

“Ah… is that so?”

“It’s been so long since I last visited Mu Yao’s house.”

Unlike Bai Yue Ling’s home, which had a minimalist and modern style, Mu Yao’s home leaned toward a more traditional and classical aesthetic. Exquisite Redwood Furniture exuded a calm and antique charm, with every detail showcasing profound cultural heritage.

Everything was arranged elegantly yet with dignity. Mu Yao’s mother was a university professor who, rumor had it, also privately managed a Tea House—perhaps that was the origin of the traditional classical atmosphere. Mu Yao gestured for Bai Yue Ling to sit on the sofa, then bounced toward the bedroom. “Wait here a moment. I’m going to change my clothes.”

Bai Yue Ling murmured in acknowledgment, thinking to herself, ‘Why does she need to change clothes just because I’m here…’

She obediently sat down, her plump, full bottom pressing a peach-shaped impression into the sofa. Her two fair, creamy thighs were pressed tightly together, and her small hands rested primly on her knees.

At first glance, her posture looked perfectly proper. However, upon closer inspection, one would notice that her body was trembling ever so slightly, and something was slowly squirming beneath her thin white dress, as if she were enduring some unspeakable torment.

“Jelly… can’t you just… ugh!” Bai Yue Ling bit her lip lightly, her slender, jade-like fingers clenching tightly as she whispered.

Guodong said nothing, simply continuing to carry out its duties as always.

But this time, its movements were far more rough and forceful, clearly venting the dissatisfaction it had been bottling up. Even so, Guodong still spared its prospective princess some dignity and did not make her lose face in front of her friend. If Guodong were truly set on revenge… it would have just gone straight in.

Just then, the bedroom door opened and Mu Yao walked out.

She had changed into a black lace camisole dress, as mysterious as the night itself. Her coffee-brown ponytail swayed back and forth across her delicate shoulders, as if it might knock the thin straps off her shoulders at any moment, revealing her fair, tender maidenly form.

A gentle breeze blew, carrying a fragrance like a hundred flowers from Mu Yao. Bai Yue Ling breathed in the refreshing scent, gazing at Mu Yao with contentment. “Why did you change into… something like that?”

“Eh~? Don’t you think it looks good?” Mu Yao spun around in place, her short skirt—barely covering the middle of her thighs—flaring up like waves, as if deliberately showing off her fair, smooth legs, along with something even more mysterious.

Bai Yue Ling’s heart beat a little faster, and she hurriedly explained, “It’s not that it doesn’t look good, it’s just that… eep~! It’s a bit unlike your style.”

The Mu Yao of before gave off the impression of a pure and adorable beauty, but after changing into this black silk dress, she instantly gained a bit of mystery and mature charm. Like a black cat swaying its tail in the night, beckoning you with its paw, luring you to follow it into a secret little garden full of floral fragrance that only it knows about.

Mu Yao blinked her big, cute eyes. “It doesn’t hurt to try a different style once in a while, right?”

She walked over to the cabinet, then bent over to rummage through it, wiggling her bottom from time to time like a wagging tail. Bai Yue Ling thought to herself, ‘She was even walking with a catwalk stride just now… Is Mu Yao really planning to switch up her style? It feels a bit strange, like the girl next door finally had a sudden realization and learned to dress herself up nicely.’

Bai Yue Ling’s little head couldn’t figure out Mu Yao’s thoughts, and by now Mu Yao had already carried over a tea set and bent down to pour tea for Bai Yue Ling, inadvertently revealing a cleavage that wasn’t spectacular but definitely held potential.

“Have some tea~”

Bai Yue Ling belatedly accepted the cup. Her gaze had been fixed on Mu Yao the whole time, so she hadn’t paid any attention to her own tea. Feeling the warmth against the cup’s surface, Bai Yue Ling took a gentle whiff of the tea’s aroma, when a strange thought suddenly crossed her mind—’This tea hasn’t been drugged, has it?’

‘No, what am I thinking? How could Mu Yao ever try to harm me? She’s not one of those big sisters with ulterior motives. In all nine previous reincarnations, she’s never laid a hand on me. She’s completely the pure, adorable childhood friend I’ve always known. Anyone could be suspected, but she’s the last person I should doubt.’

With that thought, Bai Yue Ling took a confident sip, then deliberately waited a while. Sure enough, nothing happened.

‘What was I even expecting?’

“So, Ling Ling, why did you suddenly come to chat with me?” Mu Yao fluttered her lively, big eyes and asked curiously.

“Because I… mmh~! Today…~! I suddenly felt like I missed you so much…” Bai Yue Ling’s face flushed red, her delicate body trembling slightly. The sudden, wondrous sensation she felt scrambled the words she had carefully prepared, forcing her to utter something extremely ambiguous.

‘Damned Jelly, you didn’t make a move before, but you had to interfere now. Did you deliberately wait until Mu Yao was right next to me chatting to strike? This feeling of being toyed with at will is far harder to bear than being pressed into a corner by a big sister.

Please don’t let Mu Yao notice anything… Having to endure Jelly’s torment while pretending to chat casually with Mu Yao? Ugh… just kill me now…’

In reality, Mu Yao hadn’t noticed anything wrong at all, because her attention was completely captured by what Bai Yue Ling had just said.

“I suddenly feel like I missed you so much”—those words, blurted out carelessly by Bai Yue Ling, carried an entirely different meaning in Mu Yao’s ears. Mu Yao grabbed Bai Yue Ling’s small hand, her usually lively eyes shimmering with an unidentifiable light, and whispered, “If you miss me, I can give you a key to my house, and I can register your fingerprint too. That way, you can come find me whenever you want.”

“N-no, that’s not necessary!” Bai Yue Ling instinctively refused, her shoulders and legs squeezing together even more tightly. Her gaze trembled, and she let out soft, warm, and burning breaths.

“Alright… then let’s talk about something else?” Mu Yao didn’t notice anything wrong with Bai Yue Ling, assuming she was just shy. She smiled and leaned closer, quietly slipping a hand behind Bai Yue Ling’s slender waist, circling around her without actually touching her body.

“Recently, the forums have all been about the Priest Hero beating the Blood Age. The Blood Age, which was entrenched in the Royal Capital, has disbanded, so a bunch of big guilds are planning to set up branch guilds in the Royal Capital.

” Mu Yao grinned as she looked at Bai Yue Ling, then added deliberately, “The Royal Capital is going to get really lively next, so I’m planning to head there too~”