A Little Rabbit Likes Me, Yet I Was Merely Smitten by Her Looks

Ning Rong stared at the tightly shut door, the corner of her eye twitching uncontrollably.

She stood there in a daze for a full five seconds.

Then...

"Lin! Qing! Mo!"

Ning Rongrong ground her teeth and forced out his name through clenched teeth.

Her fists were tightly clenched, her nails nearly digging into her palms.

"You obtuse idiot! You blockhead! You big fool!"

She roared wildly in her heart.

"I took the initiative to befriend you, and you actually shut me outside just like that? You wouldn't even say one more word to me?!"

"And that Xiao Wu... she didn't even look at me once from beginning to end!"

Ning Rongrong was so furious that her chest rose and fell, and her pink hair seemed ready to bristle.

When had the young princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect ever received such treatment?

Normally, which noble young master or young Soul Master did not circle around her? Which one did not try every possible way to strike up a conversation with her?

Yet Lin Qingmo... had simply shut the door in her face!

"I'm so mad..."

Ning Rongrong let out a long breath and forced herself to calm down.

But the more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and the angrier she became, the more she thought about it.

However...

Insulting him was one thing, but her competitive spirit had instead been thoroughly ignited.

Ning Rongrong calmed her embarrassed and furious emotions.

Staring at the tightly closed door, the corners of her lips slowly curled upward, and a mischievous smile bloomed across her face.

"Hehe... Lin Qingmo, A-Qing, Xiao Wu..."

She muttered softly, a cunning glint flashing through her eyes.

"This is getting more and more interesting."

"Don't be in such a hurry..."

Ning Rongrong turned and left with light steps.

Her skirt swayed gently with her movements, like an elegant yet dangerous little cat.

"We'll meet again."

She looked back at the door to Room 202, her smile deepening.

"When that time comes, just watch how I 'deal with' you~"

She was already plotting it out in her heart—hadn't A-Qing said in the Chat Group that he was going to Shrek Academy?

Then she would go there early and give him a huge "surprise."

Inside Room 202 of the Rose Hotel.

The instant the door closed, only the two of them remained in the room.

Warm lamplight spilled across the soft carpet, and a faint rose fragrance still lingered in the air.

Xiao Wu stood by the door like a startled rabbit.

She stiffly shuffled to the bedside and sat down, both hands tightly clutching her pink skirt, her knuckles faintly whitening from tension.

She lowered her head deeply. Her long pink hair fell over her face, hiding her burning cheeks, and she did not dare look at Lin Qingmo at all.

The words in the Chat Group were still whirling through her mind. Her heart pounded like a drum, thumping against her eardrums.

"W-What if A-Qing really wants to... what should I do?"

Her mind was a complete mess.

All sorts of images surfaced uncontrollably, turning even the tips of her ears crimson.

Seeing her like this, Lin Qingmo found her both adorable and amusing.

He walked over and sat beside Xiao Wu, making the mattress sink slightly.

"Xiao Wu, go bathe first. I'll go after you."

"Okay, okay!"

Xiao Wu fled back into the bathroom as though escaping.

A long while later.

Lin Qingmo finished bathing after Xiao Wu.

"Xiao Wu."

He called softly, then suddenly came over and sat beside the nervous Xiao Wu, gently placing both hands on her slender shoulders.

His movements were gentle yet firm as he turned her toward him.

"Raise your head and look at me."

"!!!"

Xiao Wu's body visibly trembled.

Like a small animal whose sensitive spot had been touched, her entire body tensed.

She hesitated for several seconds...

Before slowly, bit by bit, raising her head.

Yet her gaze still darted away, her eyelashes trembling.

Her eyes wandered everywhere, and she simply did not dare meet Lin Qingmo's azure eyes, as though there was something inside them that could burn her.

"Xiao Wu."

Lin Qingmo's tone became exceptionally solemn.

He put away his usual playful demeanor and looked at her with focused eyes.

"I want to ask you a question."

He paused, making sure every word was clear.

"You have to answer me honestly, okay?"

Xiao Wu nodded gently, her voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz. "Mm..."

Her voice was so soft it was nearly inaudible, carrying an obvious tremble.

Lin Qingmo took a deep breath and directly asked the question.

"Do you have feelings for me?"

The question was like a massive boulder crashing into a calm lake, stirring a towering tsunami in Xiao Wu's heart.

A-Qing is so, so direct!

Xiao Wu's body froze completely.

Her eyes were as panicked as a fawn surrounded by hunters, darting everywhere.

"I... I..."

Her lips moved visibly, opening and closing, but it was as if something blocked her throat, and she could not say a single word.

Her mind was completely blank.

Only one sentence echoed over and over: Do I like him? Do I like him? Do I like him?

"It's okay."

Lin Qingmo revealed a gentle smile.

He reached out and lightly patted the back of Xiao Wu's hand, his movements tender and soothing.

"I know you're shy."

His voice was calm, as though he were merely stating a fact.

"But I want to hear what's truly in your heart. Don't rush. Think it through before you answer."

Those words seemed to possess magic, gradually slowing Xiao Wu's rapid breathing.

Her wildly pounding heart also slowly returned to a normal rhythm.

She raised her eyes and finally dared to look at Lin Qingmo.

A watery sheen filled those pink eyes, like a thin veil of mist had covered them.

Under Lin Qingmo's patient and intent gaze... she finally gathered her courage.

"Yes..."

Xiao Wu's voice was still very soft, but clear enough.

"A-Qing, I like you!"

The instant she said it, it felt as though she had cast off a burden weighing a thousand pounds, and the words that followed became smoother.

"From the first time we met at Notting Academy, when you protected me... I liked you from then on!"

After saying that, she hurriedly lowered her head again.

As though she had used up all her courage and no longer dared look at Lin Qingmo.

She felt nervous and expectant, with a trace of fear mixed in.

She was afraid of hearing an answer she did not want to hear.

Afraid... that all of this was merely her own wishful thinking.

Lin Qingmo did not smile.

Instead, his expression became even more serious.

So serious that Xiao Wu's heart tightened.

"Xiao Wu, I like you too."

He spoke, and his first sentence made Xiao Wu's eyes light up.

But his next words caused that light to dim slightly.

"But it's more because you're pretty and cute."

It was honest, even a little cruelly honest.

"!!!"

Yet Xiao Wu was not unhappy at all upon hearing this.

Instead... she excitedly perked up her ears.

Her pink rabbit ears emerged uncontrollably, gently swaying atop her head.

What she cared about were the words "like you."

As for why he liked her... what was wrong with being pretty and cute?

She was a pretty and cute rabbit to begin with!

Lin Qingmo continued, his tone calm as if discussing the weather.

"Even if I said..."

He paused and looked straight into Xiao Wu's eyes.

"I might not be able to devote myself only to you, would you still like me, Xiao Wu?"

He was speaking from the heart.

Lin Qingmo had never thought of himself as a saint.

After transmigrating into this world, he was simply a selfish person.

To become stronger, he would not hesitate to seize known opportunities.

For safety, after learning that the Eastern Emperor Douluo Bibi Dong was disguised as was a Title Douluo, he immediately knelt and acknowledged her as his master.

"I'm an egoist."

He said that to himself in his heart.

He would not deliberately avoid that fact.

At the same time, he understood his own nature very clearly—compared to profound feelings that required long periods to cultivate, he was more easily "smitten at first sight."

When he saw a beautiful, cute member of the opposite sex who suited his tastes, it was common for his heart to stir.

Faithful and devoted?

He asked himself and knew he could not do it, at least not yet.