After rebirth, I rejected the rich yandere lady

In the milk tea shop.

Xu Musen washed his hands and was making milk tea for Yao Mingyue.

Yao Mingyue was actually very picky when it came to eating fruit, for instance, she only ate the tips of strawberries.

She only wanted the flesh in the middle of the mango, and bananas had to be really soft before she'd eat them...

He remembered the exact proportions of fruit additives she preferred, clear as day.

Xu Musen hated this kind of conditioned reflex, but after so many years of living together, muscle memory had formed, always prioritizing Yao Mingyue's preferences at the tip of her lips.

I hate it!

Yet, his hands honestly prepared a cup of milk tea.

Yao Mingyue had also washed her hands and face, her pretty face slightly flushed after the wash, looking very lovely with a translucent rosy hue.

This face that haunted Xu Musen's dreams for most of his life was like the air he breathed.

He had grown used to it and even a little dependent on it.

She gave Xu Musen a gentle smile, her phoenix eyes brimming with a blend of emotions, as if they could drown him.

Xu Musen's mind wandered for a moment; he averted his gaze.

Damn, some conditioned reflexes truly seep into your bones.

Like no matter how successful you become or how old you get, the moment your old man pulls out a 'Seven Wolves' cigarette, you still feel a terrifying suppression in your bloodline.

"Thank you, Xiaosen brother."

Yao Mingyue said with a smile, reaching out to take the milk tea, noticing the momentary distraction in Xu Musen just then.

She felt a bit pleased in her heart, after all, they were the only childhood sweethearts, the kind who grew up bare-bottomed together.

Twenty years of affection and companionship couldn't be completely changed overnight.

But her calling out "Xiaosen brother" made Xu Musen's scalp tingle slightly.

It had been so long since Yao Mingyue had called him that, only before junior high did Yao Mingyue like to follow him around calling 'brother' this and 'brother' that.

"Don't start with that act."

Xu Musen couldn't help but speak.

Yao Mingyue took a sip of milk tea, looking at the fruits inside and the sweetness and temperature of the milk tea, all just the way she liked it.

Could it be guessed this was the tacit understanding between childhood sweethearts?

Yao Mingyue really liked this feeling, suddenly stepping closer, with one hand pulling out a handkerchief, she helped Xu Musen wipe off the residual sweat on his neck.

Xu Musen recoiled as if he'd been shocked, but Yao Mingyue was quicker than he was, stepping forward again.

At that moment, Xu Musen felt as though he'd been cornered against a wall.

"Just let me wipe it off," she said.

Yao Mingyue revealed a grin, she had just taken a sip of milk tea, and now her words were laced with the faint scent of milk emerging from her rosy lips.

It was as if she would directly lean in if Xu Musen didn't let her have her way.

The handkerchief grazed over Xu Musen's neck.

It was quickly moved away.

The previously clean pink handkerchief now seemed a little dirty from sweat and dust.

But Yao Mingyue looked at it sparklingly as she tucked the handkerchief into her pocket.

This little thrill made Xu Musen feel like he was dealing with one of those perverts who liked to steal underwear.

Yao Mingyue also stepped back two steps very measuredly.

Only, her stepping back was slightly staggered.

Xu Musen lowered his gaze and noticed that one side of her white silk-covered leg was snagged, a red line of blood now visible on her fair thigh.

Moving furniture was indeed prone to injuries, not to mention someone like Yao Mingyue who had never done any heavy lifting.

She was dirty and looked like a wealthy heiress tormented after being kidnapped, straight out of a TV drama.

"I'm fine, it's just a pair of stockings."

Yao Mingyue also looked down, remembering that she still had a pair of stockings under his pillow, had he not discovered them yet?

"Sit down."

Xu Musen let out a helpless sigh and pointed to the sofa nearby.

There was a small emergency first-aid kit in the store; Xu Musen went to get the antiseptic.

"Are you showing concern for me?"

Yao Mingyue sat on the sofa, watching Xu Musen bring over the first-aid kit, and asked with a smile.

It was as if the wound on her leg suddenly had meaning.

"If you weren't hurt in my place, you think I'd care for you? I'm just giving Aunt Liu an explanation."

Xu Musen said stubbornly.

But, looking at Yao Mingyue's snagged and dirty white stockings,

"You better take them off; otherwise, they might rub against the wound."

Xu Musen suggested she change in the small room next to them.

However, Yao Mingyue slipped her hands beneath her skirt and into her thigh.

The snow-white delicate skin, like moonlight shining outside, was pristine; she slightly lifted her leg, revealing soft, tender flesh, perhaps the most tempting poison in the world.

"You're undressing here?"

Xu Musen withdrew his gaze.

He always thought he should be immune and numb to Yao Mingyue's body by now.

But his eighteen-year-old body did not heed his command.

"There's no one here but you, and I'm not scared, so what are you afraid of?"

As she spoke, she slowly stripped the torn stockings off her leg.

Beneath the white stockings, her skin was even whiter, and the sight of a woman removing stockings always held a unique allure.

Especially since Yao Mingyue's gaze kept steadfastly on Xu Musen.

Xu Musen retained some resistance, after all, in his past life, whenever Yao Mingyue got home from work, she would just flop onto the bed, and then Xu Musen would help her take off her stockings and change clothes.

Seeing that he appeared somewhat unfazed, Yao Mingyue huffed softly through her nose and casually placed the stockings to one side.