Who Do You Like?

After bathing, Molly and Moyan emerged from the mist-filled bathroom, each wrapped in a clean white towel.

Warm steam still clung to their skin, and their damp hair stuck to their shoulders.

Molly's cheeks still carried an un-faded blush. She hurried toward the bedroom, wanting only to escape this embarrassing atmosphere as quickly as possible.

After taking just two steps, her wrist was gently caught by Moyan.

Molly turned around and saw her younger sister's gaze settle on her chest. There was a trace of envy in her eyes as she spoke calmly.

"Your development really makes me jealous, Sis."

The words struck like thunder, instantly turning Molly's cheeks crimson. The flush spread from her face to the tips of her ears, even tinting her neck pink. She froze where she stood, utterly at a loss.

Flustered and embarrassed, she hurriedly covered her chest with her hands and changed the subject.

"Don't ever drag me in to bathe with you again, and don't touch me randomly either, got it?!"

Remembering those inadvertent touches while her sister had scrubbed her back in the bathroom, Molly felt her entire body grow hot, her heart racing wildly.

Moyan watched her sister's panicked, bashful expression. A faint smile flickered in her eyes, though her face remained calm as she spoke.

"Sis, we grew up together. We've already seen each other's bodies long ago. Why are you blushing so much? There's no need to be this embarrassed."

Molly retorted,

"Th-that's a normal reaction!"

"We're both grown up now. We can't act like we did when we were little. We need to keep our distance."

Having said that, Molly could no longer stand the awkward atmosphere. She tossed out one last line, then turned and hurried back to her own bedroom.

"..."

Watching Molly's graceful figure