The woman named Ling'er was just three steps away from the soft couch.
This was a safe distance.
It also was a dangerous boundary.
"Heehee," Ling'er seemed to love laughing, her eyes curving into a smile, "Mei Yue, you're really beautiful."
Mei Yue, supporting her forehead with her hand, her slender index finger lightly touching her shiny black hair, spoke lazily, "If there's something you want, Sister, just say it."
Ling'er, with her hands clasped behind her back, looked around the room, an image of innocence and cheerfulness, "Can't I come see you if there's nothing wrong? I like you and want to be close to you."
Mei Yue's beautiful eyes shifted slightly, and in that calm, lazy lake of her gaze, suddenly ripples of soul-stirring waves appeared.
"If you truly want to be close, come closer..."
"Ha!" Ling'er jumped happily but instead moved sideways to the tea table, gracefully sitting down, increasing the distance between her and Mei Yue.