A cool sea breeze brushed past as the midday sun glittered on the azure waves. Students cheered, dashing into the water—pale calves flashing, skirts fluttering, droplets scattering into winding ripples.
Golden sand held strings of footprints. Others lounged under umbrellas, watching the playful chaos. Laughter like silver bells filled the air.
Liang Sheng had finally caught her breath. Curled beneath a sun umbrella, she fanned herself slowly.
She wore a navy-blue sailor-style swimsuit. Her light green hair was tied into two buns, one on each side. The short skirt revealed fair, slender legs. Modest, at least—the top reached her navel.
Take Song An’an: her light pink polka-dot swimsuit had the same short skirt, but the top was drastically different—revealing, almost like the underwear girls wore beneath daily clothes.
“So hot, Liang Sheng~” Song An’an leaned her head on Liang Sheng’s shoulder, coquettishly hugging her arm. “Let’s play in the sea~ Pleeease~?” Clingy as ever.
*Not that hot…* Liang Sheng assessed the weather.
“I…” Liang Sheng began to refuse.
“Ah Sheng~” Song An’an hugged her arm tighter, deliberately letting her hand linger. “Uh—cough, cough!” Liang Sheng covered her mouth, flustered. *She’s being this forward… refusing now would be rude.*
Liang Sheng stood. The breeze carried away a hint of stuffiness. Arms spread, she turned with a sly smile, crooking a finger. “Come. I’ll play with you.”
*Ah! Why is Ah Sheng so stunning?! I want to sleep with her!* Song An’an froze, utterly mesmerized.
*Ding~* Affection level increased.
Song An’an’s affection for Liang Sheng: 100+
Song An’an scrambled up joyfully, latched onto Liang Sheng’s arm, and tugged her toward the sea—eager, impatient.
Damp sand near the shore clung to smooth, delicate feet with each step.
*Plop!* Yanked off-balance, Liang Sheng tumbled into the water. Panicked, she flailed. “I can’t swim! I can’t swim! Aaah—glug glug glug!” Mouth wide, seawater flooded her nose. The gulping sounded like a warrior downing wine—*slam the barrel, roar “Good wine!”*
But Liang Sheng wasn’t a warrior. Salty brine stung her senses. *Did someone skip showers for days?* A wave of nausea hit. (*Seriously? Choking, and she’s thinking this?*)
“Ah… Ah Sheng?” Song An’an spoke up.
“Actually… you wouldn’t choke if you just stood up…”
*Little question mark, do you have many friends?*
Liang Sheng realized—she’d been sitting cross-legged in the water. *No wonder.* She stood awkwardly. Water barely reached her waist. *Whatever. Not the first time I’ve acted silly.* Habit becomes second nature.
Song An’an sized her up. “Ah Sheng… you can’t swim?” Liang Sheng nodded. A true landlubber. Even the family dog could doggy-paddle; she’d sink like a stone.
“Then… I’ll teach you!” Song An’an’s heart fluttered. *She’ll thank me… maybe love me more.* A perfect chance to grow closer.
She forgot one thing: she couldn’t swim either. Just flailed inside a tiny yellow duck floatie.
Flustered, she mumbled she’d find someone who could teach them both.
After she left, Liang Sheng’s thoughts wandered. *Would Senior Gu Yuqi know how?* She scanned the beach—no Gu Yuqi. Farther off, a cluster of girls surrounded someone.
As they neared, Liang Sheng saw it was Gu Yuqi. A modest black swimsuit covered chest and navel completely. *Meh… boring. No feast for the eyes.*
Then it hit her—*She’s surrounded… and didn’t come find me?!* Laughing so happily! Liang Sheng huffed, cheeks puffed like a frog. *Never talking to her again! Flirt! Player!*
*Splash!* A sound nearby. Liang Sheng turned—a black-haired girl swam gracefully, hair coiled neatly. *Hmm… familiar.* She stepped closer.
The girl stopped, lifted her head. Seawater traced down her sharp, mature features; droplets clung to her lashes.
Ah—Senior An Hua. Her black swimsuit was far more revealing than Gu Yuqi’s. From this angle, Liang Sheng glimpsed… *indescribable things*. *Wow. Feast for the eyes!* *Slurp*—she nearly drooled.
“You…” Without glasses, An Hua seemed softer. Peach-colored lips slightly parted—sensual, alluring.
Severely nearsighted, she squinted, unable to make out the face. She stood, leaning closer.
Liang Sheng didn’t hesitate. She tilted in, smiling sweetly. “Senior An Hua… getting more forward by the day~?”
An Hua startled, stepping back—*plop!*—splashing into the water.
“You!” Before she could speak, Liang Sheng leaned close again. A fingertip traced from forehead down—tingling. At the nose tip, An Hua let out a muffled groan, face flushed (sun? shame?).
*Ding~* Affection level increased.
An Hua’s affection for Liang Sheng: 31
At her neck, Liang Sheng noticed An Hua’s lips pressed tight—a suppressed thrill.
“Heh~” Liang Sheng chuckled. “Senior… hoping I keep going? A little lower, and it’d be…” *…your chest.*
An Hua jolted, shoved her away, and *whoosh!* submerged. Only bubbles betrayed her presence.
*Ding~* Affection level increased.
An Hua’s affection for Liang Sheng: 35
*Oh-ho~ So that’s how it is~*
An Hua surfaced, breathless.
Liang Sheng whispered into her ear, voice feather-soft. “So the prim-and-proper senior… is all an act~ Truth is~ Senior An Hua’s just a masochist who enjoys being teased, isn’t she? Senior~”
*Ding~* Affection level increased.
An Hua’s affection for Liang Sheng: 41
An Hua shuddered, whole body flushing. She covered her face, silent.
*Only 41?* Liang Sheng grinned mischievously. She wrapped an arm around An Hua’s waist, lips nearing her nape.
“You—what are you doing!” An Hua panicked, trying to flee.
No chance. Liang Sheng nipped gently at the tender skin of her neck.
“Ah~!” Tears welled from the sting—but a strange warmth spread through her. *It hurts… so why… a hint of pleasure?*
*Ding!* Affection level surged.
An Hua’s affection for Liang Sheng: 53
An Hua shoved her away and fled, clutching her neck, tears brimming.
Liang Sheng watched her flustered retreat and smiled. *Plenty of fun ahead.*
An Hua collapsed on distant sand, replaying the moment. *Truly… the first joy like this in my life.* She touched the mark on her neck—and flushed again.
*Why didn’t I say “yes” when she asked? She’d have kept going… Why deny being two-faced? She’d have teased more… Why push her away after the bite? If I’d stayed…*
She shook her head hard. *If my perfect mask cracks… ruined. Others would scorn me. My family…* Her eyes dimmed; hands rubbed restlessly.
Meanwhile, Song An’an had seen everything. *Thump thump thump!* She stomped over, eyes red-rimmed, grabbing Liang Sheng’s arm. Tears welled. *My fault… leaving Ah Sheng… that little fox spirit seducing her! No—it’s her fault! She knew Ah Sheng is mine!*
Liang Sheng froze. *Trouble again.* Flustered, she ruffled Song An’an’s hair. “Shh, shh… what’s wrong? Who bullied my little princess?” (She knew perfectly well.)
“Wah!” Song An’an wailed—a crybaby’s flood, unstoppable. Liang Sheng steeled herself, cupped her face, and planted a firm kiss on her forehead.
She didn’t know if it’d work—but the crying was unbearable.
“Wah… huh?” Sobs cut off. Dazed, Song An’an stared.
“Mmm… hehe…” Fresh tears spilled—but from joy. *Ah Sheng kissed me!*
Liang Sheng sighed as the “flood” broke loose again. “My little lady… what *is* wrong with you?”
