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Chapter 21

Ling's POV

Why am I wearing this? Ask Zilong and Baxia.

The three of us were out in the market, and I don't know why for. The two of them had their dates for the ball, and I can't be left out. I had my eyes set on Wanwan, and only Wanwan. Otherwise it would be a dead peacock. (YES I KNOW IT'S A MALE DON'T JUDGE ME) As everyone should know, if the amount of understanding I had for love was to be poured out into a medicine cup, the amount would reach 5ml. Here's what I know:

I know that love is spelled L-O-V-E.

I know that when you like someone, your body does weird things.

I know that when you like someone, you naturally want to be near them.

That's about all I know. (A/N: And probably all I know.)

So that brings us back to why I'm wearing this skirt and tiara to get Wanwan to be my date. Since I didn't know how to ask exactly, I started off by asking them what to do. 

"Wear a skirt, you know Wanwan loves to see you in skirts," Zilong instantly replied when I asked. He probably had the answer to this since the ancient medieval times. "Ooh! Ooh! Wear a matching tiara!" Baxia squealed like a teenaged girl who just saw their favourite boy-band. I took notes in my head. Skirt, tiara. Just then, Chang'e glided by and yelled, "Get her sleeve darts!"  "Thanks guys," I mumbled audibly before running away to look for some sleeve darts to buy. Then, I headed to the workspace and grabbing stuff to make a skirt and a tiara. I am not the most experienced tailor, but I do have some skills. I did what I had to and in three days, I was ready.

That brings us to today. On my way to the workspace, Baxia and Zilong gave me some tips. "Be natural," advised Zilong. "Don't get cold feet!" Baxia warned me. Once we arrived, Zilong and Baxia shoved me outside the door before running to hide behind a nearby pillar.

Fast forward all the elephant scrubbing.

With all my mighty might and all my courage I could muster, I coughed up the words that were stuck in my throat, "Will you be my dance?"

She shook her head, which caused my heart to sink all the way down to my butt, ready to be passed out as poop.

My throat stung and my vision became blurry. "W-well... uh...uh... t-take this. This is f-for you," I stuttered, forcing the words to come out. I passed her the box of sleeve darts and ran away, in the opposite direction from where Baxia and Zilong were. I held the tiara tightly in place and held my skirt up so that it would not drop. The tears I am trying so hard to control almost dripping out my eyes. Oh that just sounds gruesome.

"Ling! Wait up!" Someone called from behind. Hoping it was Wanwan, knowing it was Zilong. I turned to face a whole chunk of people dashing towards me like three wild horses trying to flatten me to death. I turned back and ran for my dear life. 

I ran.

And ran.

And ran.

Until I came to a dead end. Just as I turned around, accepting that being flattened is definitely not the best way to die, but it's not the worst. Just then, Baxia lost his footing and flew towards me. I closed my eyes, ready to get squashed. A moment later, I felt no impact, just something on my mouth. I opened my eyes to see his huge face. I slowly moved my eyes down to my mouth and saw his lips meeting mine. I pushed him away forcefully and spat out my saliva, using my sleeve to wipe my mouth. 

BLEGH.

"Ling," I heard Wanwan call me. I shifted my eyes to look at her, still hurt by her rejection, still traumatised by Baxia's 'kiss'. She fiddled with the box of sleeve darts I gave her anxiously, I could tell. "It's okay, I'm fine," I replied, thinking she was going to ask if I was alright. In my heart down there at my butt, nope. Not the least bit. I used my blink skill to blink away, not wanting to face Wanwan, or Baxia, or that Zilong who is trying so hard to muffle his giggles. When I was walking away, Wanwan's voice came over to deliver me a message, "No, wait! It's not like that! I..." Her voice was cut off as I was already too far...