Running away from the Love-Brain

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Q: What was your first impression of Cui Muhuo?

A: An outstanding beauty with a kind heart.

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"Then what are you still worried about with this youthful, tall, long-legged, and well-proportioned beauty?"

After finishing her yoga session, Chen Wenran lay sprawled on the mat like a disassembled octopus.

She watched Cui Xijin lazily wrapped in a thick plush blanket, wearing gloves and a mask, as she scrubbed the back of her chubby Brazilian turtle.

She couldn't understand how Cui Xijin, such a picky and impatient person, could be so fond of raising a Brazilian turtle.

"Come on."

Every time Cui Xijin caught a cold, her throat would hurt, and her voice was hoarse this time. "I'm a female ghost, not a beauty."

"You, an Aquarius, can hold a grudge even more than I can?"

"What do you think?"

"Alright, my bad. Please, princess, boldly tell me the culprit that's troubling you so I can make amends and help ease your worries..."

Cui Xijin was uninterested. "Are you playing idioms?"

Chen Wenran walked over. "I'm fanning the flames."

Cui Xijin set down the brush. "You're quite sincere."

Chen Wenran smiled cheerfully. "I mainly want to help ease your worries."

Cui Xijin didn't have the energy to continue joking with her. "Actually, there is one thing..."

"What is it?"

"I..."

This was a difficult topic to broach.

Especially with someone as nosy as Chen Wenran. Cui Xijin felt the Brazilian turtle on her palm wrapping around her fingers, and her thoughts wandered for a moment. Finally, she let it slip,

"The missing spaghetti strap from Chi Buyu..."

Once she said that, she realized what she had just revealed and noticed Chen Wenran's astonished expression.

Feeling a bit awkward, she placed the Brazilian turtle back in its glass tank and emphasized, "It's not what you think."

"Then that's good, that's good." Chen Wenran patted her chest.

"Although it's indeed here with me." Cui Xijin suddenly added.

"What?!"

Chen Wenran exclaimed, then covered her mouth, her expression turning strange.

"You hid Shui Shui's spaghetti strap?"

"Do you really think that's what I meant?"

Cui Xijin strongly disagreed with that interpretation.

Sometimes, if you change the subject and object arbitrarily, the original meaning can be completely distorted.

She had just been in such a rush that day.

At first, she opened her eyes and found the fabric covering her face was a spaghetti strap. Then she saw Chi Buyu, who had been frightened by the phrase "You must love me for a hundred centuries," followed by sudden incidents like her hand cramping up and falling out of bed, compounded by feeling unwell from a hangover.