Gensokyo, I am a slime, everyone loves me

Kamishirasawa Keine also froze in place, but quickly reacted, glaring angrily at Fujiwara no Mokou.

"Meihong!"

Kamishirasawa Keine's voice was noticeably colder than usual, scaring Fujiwara no Mokou into shrinking her neck and shaking her head like a rattle-drum.

"No, I didn't, I don't know anything!"

"Don't know? Then explain to me what's going on!"

"I, I really don't know. I just saw him being followed by a few ill-intentioned female Youkai on the road, so I helped chase them away, and then he asked me to bring him to Terakoya."

Fujiwara no Mokou explained anxiously, proving her innocence.

Looking at Fujiwara no Mokou's anxious and serious expression, Kamishirasawa Keine couldn't help but wonder if she had truly misunderstood Meihong.

However, in the next second, her suspicion turned into anger and astonishment—

Bai Luo was seen looking at Fujiwara no Mokou with a heartbroken expression, tears dripping down, and choked out:

"You clearly said that day, you said you would always protect me, but not long after, you ran away by yourself, liar!"

Fujiwara no Mokou was stunned, then widened her eyes after reacting. She opened her mouth but didn't know how to argue back.

She had absolutely no recollection.

How could she possibly do such a thing?

Even Dou E wasn't this wrongly accused!

Suddenly, Fujiwara no Mokou felt a murderous aura lock onto her, sending a chill down her spine.

Fujiwara no Mokou swallowed, seeing that Keine's face was already as black as the bottom of a pot, her hands clenched into fists, radiating a dangerous aura.

"Fujiwara no Mokou!"

Keine gritted her back teeth, calling out her full name almost word by word. Fujiwara no Mokou's body instantly stiffened.

She turned her neck with difficulty, meeting Keine's extremely cold gaze, and couldn't help but shiver.

"Kei, Keine, if I say I didn't do anything, will you believe me?"

Kamishirasawa Keine took a deep breath, ignored her, and turned to look at Bai Luo, her tone gentle:

"Could you tell me how you and Meihong met originally, and what you did?"

Bai Luo wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, nodded vigorously, and recounted the story he had just fabricated for five minutes, detailing every single part.

The story was wonderful.

However, the more Fujiwara no Mokou listened, the paler her face became.

Especially when she heard the last sentence—"Before parting, I even specially gave Meihong a pink dress"—she completely lost it.

This dress was something she had inexplicably found under her wardrobe not long ago. She originally wanted to throw it away, but thinking it might belong to Keine, she kept it.

Kamishirasawa Keine initially looked suspicious when she heard about the pink dress, because in her impression, Meihong had never worn a dress.

However, when she saw Meihong's obviously wrong expression, she understood that what Bai Luo said was true.

"Is what Bai Luo said true? Do you really have a pink dress?"

Kamishirasawa Keine questioned.

Fujiwara no Mokou wanted to cry but had no tears, momentarily unsure how to respond.

And silence was tantamount to admission, so Kamishirasawa Keine's face instantly turned ashen.

After all, she was her good friend. Kamishirasawa Keine sighed deeply, barely suppressing her anger: "When we get back tonight, I'll settle the score with you."

Fujiwara no Mokou nodded silently, not daring to speak.

She began to suspect that perhaps those things had truly happened, and she had just forgotten due to amnesia.

Thinking this way, her gaze towards Bai Luo held a bit more guilt, and she spoke solemnly as if having made up her mind:

"Don't worry, if things are truly as you say, I will definitely take responsibility for you. At that time, I will publicly announce our relationship to everyone, and absolutely prevent today's incident from happening again."

"No need."

Bai Luo quickly waved his hand, "As long as you wear the female outfit I gave you back then and let me see it, I'll be satisfied."

Fujiwara no Mokou was stunned, not expecting Bai Luo to make such a request.

"Can I change it?"

She asked tentatively.

Bai Luo shook his head, looking at her longingly.

Fujiwara no Mokou hesitated for a long time, finally compromising: "Alright."

Bai Luo immediately beamed with joy, pulling Fujiwara no Mokou and running towards the residence in the Magic Forest.

"Wait for me!"

Keine chased after them.

Fujiwara no Mokou looked back in confusion: "Keine, aren't you supposed to have class? Why are you following?"

"There's still some time before class, it won't be delayed."

Keine waved her hand, her tone becoming serious: "I've never seen you, Meihong, wear female clothing, let alone a little pink dress. You're finally cross-dressing once, how could I miss it!"

Originally, Fujiwara no Mokou didn't think much of it, but after Keine said that, she suddenly felt something was off, and her earlobes were faintly burning.

Since the words were out, she could only brace herself and reply: "I just think that stuff is troublesome to wear and I'm not used to it. This outfit is more comfortable."

"Oh~"

Keine drew out her tone, smiling as she asked, "Then why are you planning to wear it now?"

Fujiwara no Mokou glared at Keine, then pouted: "Because this outfit has special meaning, and I've already promised Bai Luo, so wearing it once is fine."

She tried hard to maintain a natural demeanor, but facing the gaze Keine cast upon her, she felt increasingly awkward inside.

Before long, the three arrived at the small wooden house where Fujiwara no Mokou lived.

Fujiwara no Mokou never procrastinated. She walked into the room alone, opened the wardrobe, and found the pink dress.

She somewhat clumsily put on the dress, tied the straps tightly, and then fumbled to put on her shoes and socks.

However...

The dress was simply too short.

Moreover, the hem was split. With just a slight swish of the hem, or if she bent down, you could see the scenery inside!

A trace of shame and annoyance appeared on Fujiwara no Mokou's face. She reached out and tugged at the hem, but trying to make it close up was useless.

Just then, a gentle knock came from outside the door.

"Meihong, are you ready yet? Do you need my help?"

Kamishirasawa Keine's voice came.

"No need, I'll be ready soon!"

Fujiwara no Mokou quickly replied, and then simply pulled the hem down a bit, barely covering herself.

"Alright, come in."

Hearing her words, Keine pushed the door open and walked in, with Bai Luo closely following behind.

The moment Keine's gaze fell upon Meihong, her eyes immediately lit up.

"Very beautiful."

She praised sincerely.

Meihong had always worn her white shirt paired with red overalls. It was the first time Keine had seen her wear a dress, and it was pink, representing girlhood.

If not for not having a camera, she absolutely had to properly record this precious moment.

While Keine was still sighing with emotion, Bai Luo beside her had already taken action.

Under Fujiwara no Mokou's astonished gaze, he took out a camera, rapidly pressed the shutter, and took more than ten photos consecutively.

7

Chapter 7 Yuuka: I am waiting, and I will keep waiting.

Seeing Bai Luo's action with the camera in hand, Fujiwara no Mokou reacted and immediately became anxious.

She wanted to step forward and snatch it. The hem that had been forcefully pulled down could no longer hold up and returned to its original position.

"Click—click click click..."

Another burst of continuous shooting sounds rang out. Fujiwara no Mokou quickly covered herself, her cheeks visibly flushed.

"Stop taking pictures! Give me the camera."

"No, these are my beautiful memories with you, Meihong, they are the most precious collection."

Bai Luo shook his head vigorously: "In case one day I really can't see you, or it's my turn to forget you, these photos can still serve as a memento."

After speaking, Bai Luo took a few more photos with clicks and then put the camera back into his stomach pouch.

"What kind of beautiful memory is this!"

Fujiwara no Mokou gritted her teeth, even her earlobes turned pink.

If it were anyone else, she would have long ago sent a Phoenix fire past and burned the person to ashes. How could she be so naggy?

"Why don't you delete the photos first, and I'll keep wearing it for you to see in the future?"

"No, no, no! It's not the same!"

Bai Luo shook his head and took a few steps back, but looking at Fujiwara no Mokou's miserable expression, he couldn't help but let out a little laugh.

"Don't worry, I won't show these photos to outsiders. All my photos are stored inside my stomach pouch."

Bai Luo turned and left. Before leaving, as if remembering something, he turned back, propped his chin with his index finger, and smiled: "I'm staying at the Yakumo Residence during this time. If you have time, remember to come visit me."

After speaking, without waiting for a reply, he disappeared.

"Yakumo Residence? Is he also related to Yakumo Yukari?"

Fujiwara no Mokou was practically on the verge of a breakdown. She was now starting to suspect that the stories Bai Luo had described earlier were false.

Now that she had calmed down.

Thinking back carefully, she would find that those stories had too many loopholes.

The memories of the time period Bai Luo described.

Although not very deep, the memories were considered complete, with no symptoms of memory loss whatsoever.

...

On the other side.

Bai Luo was in a great mood, humming a tune as he walked back towards the Happy Hut.

Just as he was about to reach the Sunflower Field, he suddenly realized that the Happy Hut had been burned down by himself.

"I clearly just told Meihong that I live at the Yakumo Residence. As expected, has my memory not fully recovered yet?"

Bai Luo muttered.

[Notification. Memory has already been fully restored since awakening, and no after-effects have been detected. Therefore, it is entirely due to Bai Luo's poor memory.]

The Great Sage was still explaining diligently.

"Nonsense!"

Bai Luo angrily waved his fist.

The winter sunset was orange-yellow, pouring down layer after layer. Not only were the clouds dyed gold, but even the snow on the ground was a brilliant gold.

The Happy Hut was already half-finished.

The Great Sage was not working now.

Even though the Great Sage wouldn't feel tired, Bai Luo still couldn't bear to make the Great Sage rush the work day and night.

Anyway, there's no rush, so it's better to take it slow.