Forbidden to Bully the Storybook’s Heroine – Chapter 38

A Little Bit of Enlightenment¹

Jiang Yao coaxed and held the person as she maneuvered her into the private room next door. She didn’t even have time to pay attention to Jiang Ru[ef, so Jiang Ru had to follow them in herself and even helped them close the door.

“What exactly is wrong? You start crying the moment you see me; did I offend you?”

Jiang Yao practiced martial arts, so her strength was greater than that of ordinary women. She carefully held Song Muyun, gently patting her back, wanting to tell her to calm down.

Song Muyun struggled, refusing to let her hold her, not wanting to stay in her arms. But the arm holding her felt like it was welded on with iron; no matter how she pushed, she couldn’t push it away. She could only be “forced” to lean against Jiang Yao’s bosom, shedding tears in sheer grievance.

She didn’t know what she was feeling so aggrieved about either. Jiang Yao was at the age where one loves the new and loathes the old²; having grown tired of staying with her, it was normal to seek other women for amusement. Yet her emotions were like a flood breaking through a dam, impossible to hold back. Her nose stung uncontrollably, and her tears couldn’t stop falling.

She felt mortified to death. Crying like this in front of this woman, she would definitely be laughed at.

Song Muyun didn’t speak, so Jiang Yao had to continue holding and coaxing her, enduring that bit of stinging pain in the tip of her heart³, coaxing sentence by sentence, “Don’t cry. You’re crying so much my heart aches.”

“I beg you, stop crying, okay?”

“Who bullied you? Tell me, and I’ll go get justice for you.”

Song Muyun pursed her lips, thinking sadly in her heart: You liar, you won’t feel heartache because of me. You have someone you like more, someone more worthy of your heartache. What do I count for?

Those crystal-clear teardrops smashed down one by one, either splashing onto the ground or smashing onto the back of Jiang Yao’s hand, scalding hot, hot enough to burn into her heart.

Jiang Ru was still a bit unclear about what was happening and looked at Jiang Yao with a face full of blank confusion.

Jiang Yao instructed her, “Ru’er, go pour her a cup of tea to moisten her throat.”

“Oh, okay.”

Jiang Ru went obediently. She rinsed the cup with tea first before pouring a cup and bringing it over. Jiang Yao took it and brought it to Song Muyun’s lips. “Drink a little. You’re crying so hard you’re going to run out of water.”

Song Muyun didn’t move, staring blankly at the tea and then at her. How long have they known each other? She called her that intimately; she wasn’t even that intimate with her…

“Drink some water and then tell me, who are you actually angry at? Why are you only venting your fire at me? Could it be you’re really angry at me? But I didn’t provoke you.”

Here, Jiang Yao was also bewildered and helpless, having no idea what was wrong. Jiang Ru habitually stood by Jiang Yao’s side, her eyes looking curiously at Song Muyun, thinking in her heart how she was so beautiful; even her crying was extremely good-looking.

Jiejie actually knows such a good-looking person. No wonder she comes over every day and coaxes her in every way.

“Drink some water, Little Ancestor⁴, just consider it me begging you. Isn’t it uncomfortable crying? Isn’t your mouth dry?”

These tears had soaked her entire sleeve.

Hearing her speak again, Song Muyun came back to her senses and violently pushed away the hand holding the teacup begging her to drink. Jiang Ru let out a small gasp; the water spilled all over Jiang Yao’s hand.

The blue veins on Jiang Yao’s forehead throbbed. If her younger brother had done this today, high or low⁵, he would have been beaten up. But standing here now was Song Muyun, whom she had pampered and protected for quite some time. Lifting her eyes to meet those red, wet eyelashes, she couldn’t bear to hit her; she could only coax her some more.

After knocking over the water, Song Muyun looked at her dripping wet cuff. A flash of regret passed through her heart, but her face remained extremely stubborn, looking as if she would absolutely not admit her mistake.

Jiang Yao handed the cup to Jiang Ru and hugged Song Muyun back, stuffing the person into her embrace, repeatedly asking, “Exactly why are you angry, hmm? How did you turn into a Little Crybaby⁶ here with me?”

Hearing these words, anger rose from Song Muyun’s heart for some reason. She pushed Jiang Yao hard, her voice already somewhat hoarse from ceaseless weeping, “Since you dislike that I love to cry, go find someone who doesn’t love to cry. Don’t ever come again. From now on, my affairs have nothing to do with you!”

Jiang Yao was caught off guard and pushed back two steps. Jiang Ru hurriedly supported her, looking uneasily at Song Muyun. If she had a bit more temper at this moment, she really should have turned and left. But Song Muyun just stood there, such a slender person, eyes full of mist, tears on the verge of falling, looking as pitiful as could be. Clearly, her mouth was saying it had nothing to do with her and telling her to leave, but the broken light in the depths of her eyes seemed to be saying: It’s all fake, it’s all angry talk. Don’t go, stay, coax me again, don’t leave me alone…

Of course, Jiang Yao couldn’t leave. If Song Muyun were normal, she would have just left. But now she was crying like this, looking as fragile as thin ice; if she left, she was genuinely worried something might happen to her.

Can’t go, can’t go.

Jiang Yao estimated that coaxing her this time would be a big project, so she could only say to Jiang Ru, whose eyes were full of worry beside her, “This is Muyun, my friend. She was probably bullied by someone. You sit there for a bit, wait until I’ve coaxed her.”

She pointed to the redwood chair over there. Although Jiang Ru was worried, she didn’t know how to intervene, so she could only nod obediently and carefully went over to sit.

Now it was Song Muyun’s turn.

Hearing that she still said she wanted to coax her, the tip of Song Muyun’s heart couldn’t help but tremble. Even after being treated like this and driven away, she still didn’t think of leaving; instead, she wanted to stay and coax her.

She was just dazed for a moment before her body returned to that warm embrace. This time Jiang Yao didn’t say anything, just quietly held her, her hand on her back, patting gently with small movements.

She was like this… it didn’t look like she had a new love.

If she had someone she liked more, how could she still patiently coax her, the one she used to like?

Once the crying in her arms gradually subsided, Jiang Yao tried to fish her out. Surprisingly, she wasn’t willing, struggling to remain nestled in her arms.

Song Muyun had already stopped crying; being held by her felt so good. Who knew that before she had been held for long, she reached out to pull her away. Was she already impatient?

She didn’t want to get out and struggled subconsciously, so she stopped pulling her.

Jiang Yao embraced the person in her arms who was tired from crying and had stopped, thinking she could finally ask a few more questions now. She unconsciously kneaded the woman’s soft lower back.

Song Muyun whimpered in her arms, and then all the strength in her body seemed to be drained away; she fell weakly into her embrace.

Jiang Yao could only feel that the person in her arms was very dependent on her; her whole body had to lean on her, relying on her support to stand steady.

“Can you say it now? Exactly why were you crying? Only if you say it can I coax you properly. Are you angry with me?”

Although she felt she hadn’t done anything, Song Muyun had pushed the teacup in her hand hard just now and told her to leave. That appearance didn’t look like she was angry at someone else; it looked more like she had provoked her.

Song Muyun lifted her face buried in Jiang Yao’s neck and looked at the woman sitting obediently on the chair, whose temperament was quiet and gentle, looking like she was spoiled and of noble bearing. She noticed Song Muyun looking at her and even smiled at Song Muyun, but… was glared at in return. Her expression was a bit bewildered.

Song Muyun finally spoke with a hoarse voice, but only asked, “Who is she.”

She just wanted to know, who was this person who could be so intimate with Jiang Yao? Besides her, who could be this intimate with Jiang Yao?

Jiang Yao pressed against Song Muyun’s face. Hearing her ask this, she was stunned for a moment. Then she turned her head, meeting eyes with her equally flustered younger sister. She scratched the back of her head, looking confused. “My Meimei⁷. Didn’t I say before that I’d introduce you to her? Her name is Jiang Ru; you can call her Ru’er.”

What?

You said who she is?

In an instant, Song Muyun went stiff all over. She simply couldn’t believe what she was hearing. That was Jiang Yao’s sister?

But she, but she and Jiang Yao didn’t look alike at all…

The body in her arms trembled slightly for some reason. Jiang Yao hugged her tighter, nuzzling her face, and asked with concern, “What’s wrong with you?”

Song Muyun wished she could go back to the moment she first saw the two of them together. She absolutely would not have let a surge of anger make her do such unreasonable things.

What had she done? Getting angry for no reason, crying and making a scene, making Jiang Yao coax her but not telling her why she was angry, watching Jiang Yao coax her endlessly without a clue, and… and she even glared at Jiang Yao’s sister…

Song Muyun really had no strength this time. She went limp in Jiang Yao’s arms and was held entirely by a flustered Jiang Yao. “W-what’s wrong?”

The voice of the person in her arms was thin as a mosquito’s⁸, carrying a hint of sobbing, very quiet. “If… if I did something wrong, will you forgive me?”

Jiang Yao was stunned. Just a moment ago she was angry with her, and now she was begging for forgiveness?

But seeing the crying in her arms get louder, she didn’t have time to think and hurriedly said, “Forgive, forgive. I’ll forgive you whatever you do. Don’t cry, really don’t cry, my Little Ancestor. Aiyaya, how can you cry so much?”

Her voice carried helplessness, but was also extremely doting.

Song Muyun heard it. Her slender white fingers quietly grasped Jiang Yao’s collar as she continued to ask in a small voice, “Then… then if I accidentally misunderstood you, will you forgive me too?”

Jiang Yao was just about to go along with her and say she forgave everything, when she suddenly sensed something was wrong. She narrowed her eyes. “What did you misunderstand about me? Tell me first.”

Song Muyun’s body stiffened severely. She didn’t dare speak, only lifting a pair of watery eyes⁹ to look pitifully at Jiang Yao. Her slender, snow-white fingers grasped Jiang Yao’s collar, shaking it gently, as if acting coquettishly.

Usually, when she unintentionally looked pitiful, it was enough to make Jiang Yao soft-hearted, let alone now when she was deliberately acting pitiful. Jiang Yao almost went along with her to forgive everything.

But coming to her senses, she realized there was a bigger problem. Song Muyun had definitely misunderstood her at some point she didn’t know about to say these words! The matter of misunderstanding her was likely related to that bout of crying just now. Otherwise, why would she have been angry and chasing her away a moment ago, and now crying and begging for forgiveness?

Jiang Yao fished the person out of her arms, placed both hands on her shoulders, looked into her eyes that were dodging and clearly guilty, and asked her like a single blade entering directly¹⁰, “What did you misunderstand about me just now?”

It was as if she already knew. Song Muyun trembled in fright, her pearly teeth biting her red lip tightly, her eyes lowering guiltily. It took a good while before she whispered, “S-sorry.”

This confirmed that she had misunderstood her just now. Jiang Yao felt a bit stifled thinking that she had been treated that way because of a misunderstanding, but she barely held it back. She had to ask clearly what exactly Song Muyun had misunderstood.

“Saying sorry is useless. Tell me what you were thinking, hmm?”

Song Muyun’s guilty eyes darted around and soon landed on Jiang Ru.

Jiang Ru was still wondering why she had been glared at just now. Seeing her look over, she immediately looked back with those innocent, puzzled eyes.

She hadn’t done anything but was glared at, and she was Jiang Yao’s biological Tangmei¹¹. Song Muyun was full of apology toward her.

Suddenly she spoke up again, “Apologies.”

This time, her eyes looked straight at Jiang Ru. This apology was clearly said to Jiang Ru.

Jiang Ru was a bit bewildered. Jiang Yao followed her gaze, looking even more confused. Just as she was about to ask why she was apologizing to her Tangmei again, she was hooked by the waist by Song Muyun and led outside.

Presumably, she had words to say to her alone.

Jiang Yao only had time to turn back and instruct Jiang Ru not to run around and to wait for her in the private room before leaving with Song Muyun.

The two stood in another empty private room. Song Muyun looked somewhat apprehensive, her snow-white wide sleeves crumpled. Between the trembling of her eyelashes, a pair of exquisite phoenix eyes¹² looked carefully at Jiang Yao.

Jiang Yao was helpless. She raised her hand to smooth Song Muyun’s hair, which was a bit messy from crying, and her voice softened. “Speak. What did you misunderstand about me? If you say it voluntarily, I won’t be angry.”

She was so tolerant, giving Song Muyun a lot of courage.

Song Muyun looked up at her hesitantly. After looking for a while and confirming she was as gentle as usual, she lowered her head as if admitting a mistake. “I… I misunderstood the relationship between you and your Tangmei…”

She roughly explained the matter. Jiang Yao went from not understanding at the beginning and asking her to repeat it a few times, to finally figuring it out and her face turning black. Oh, this Little Fairy in front of her thought she had found a fairy she liked more and ran off with her, abandoning her, so she made a scene in a fit of emotion.

To say she wasn’t angry would be impossible. Jiang Yao had been thinking of coming back to find her, but she misunderstood her like this?

And if you’re unhappy in your heart, say it!!!

You didn’t say anything, what was the use of crying continuously?

Making her think Song Muyun had encountered some extremely heartbreaking matter, coaxing her for ages, only for it to be a misunderstanding?

Truly impressive.

Jiang Yao said gloomily, “So, I did nothing wrong, and it was you who misunderstood?”

Song Muyun felt very guilty and didn’t dare lift her head. Jiang Yao could only see her jet-black, smooth head nodding.

Damn it, so angry.

Jiang Yao walked out in anger. Her movements were too fast, startling Song Muyun. She hurriedly followed and grabbed Jiang Yao’s arm at the door, not allowing her to continue leaving, her voice still holding a bit of grievance. “You… you just said you wouldn’t be angry.”

Jiang Yao said fiercely, “Just now was just now, now is now!”

If it came to being unreasonable, she was also fully unreasonable.

Song Muyun didn’t expect her to say that. She was dumbfounded, her phoenix eyes widening, looking somewhat cute.

Jiang Yao thought this in her heart, but her face remained fierce. “Didn’t you chase me away? Then I’ll leave, hmph!”

She predicted Song Muyun would stop her. Sure enough, just as her hand was placed on the door, she was urgently pulled away by Song Muyun.

She went to open the door with her other hand, and then both hands were pulled away by Song Muyun and held in her bosom. She turned her head; the other’s beautiful black pupils became even more watery, as if she would start crying the moment she walked out.

Jiang Yao had to admit that in front of Song Muyun, her self-control, which she was so proud of, counted for nothing. She would always soften her heart.

Seeing her stand still, Song Muyun finally relaxed a bit and said urgently, “Don’t go. I didn’t really want to chase you away. I was just… just a bit sad. I was so sad I spoke without thinking. You are the person who treats me best in this world besides my Father and Mother. If you don’t want me anymore either, I don’t know what I should do…”

The blood had faded from her lips at some point, making her look even more pitiful and sad, her eyes shimmering with fragmented watery light.

If Jiang Yao had a flaw, her flaw must be that she was too soft-hearted, becoming soft-hearted anytime and anywhere.

The two stared at each other in a stalemate for a long time before Jiang Yao finally admitted defeat first. She let out a long sigh, her tone somewhat helpless, but ultimately much gentler than before. “Should I feel honored that in your heart I can actually be mentioned in the same breath as your parents?”

Song Muyun pursed her lips and shook her head, her expression looking somewhat obedient. She shook her head. “N-no need. Just don’t be angry with me.”

Jiang Yao almost laughed in anger, but meeting Song Muyun’s apprehensive eyes, she couldn’t quite laugh.

Suddenly, she pulled her hands out of Song Muyun’s embrace and pinched the face that she had finally raised to have a bit of flesh. If it were usual, Song Muyun would definitely dodge such a teasing gesture. But now… Jiang Yao was still angry with her.

She stood obediently and let her pinch, only hoping Jiang Yao would be a little less angry and not really leave.

“Am I that good in your heart?”

Jiang Yao pinched for a while, pinching red marks onto one side of the fair, tender cheek, before letting go to ask her.

Song Muyun stared tightly at Jiang Yao, not letting go, as if afraid she would dart out while she wasn’t paying attention. Hearing this, she nodded gently. “You are very good. You are my only friend.”

She used to have two or three good friends. After the Song family’s accident, they never appeared again. She could understand them, but she could no longer regard them as friends. So, Jiang Yao was her only friend.

These words finally made Jiang Yao feel a bit more comfortable. She poked Song Muyun’s head, poking until the person’s head tilted back, her voice carrying a smile. “You actually have such strong possessiveness toward friends too?”

People have possessiveness over their own things, but few have possessiveness over friends. Generally, shouldn’t women have possessiveness over their Husband?

Jiang Yao thought, but she didn’t dislike this feeling.

Song Muyun paused at this question, replying pitifully on the surface, “If I had many friends, I wouldn’t. But you are my only friend. I’m afraid that if you get along better with others, you won’t come to see me often. You also know, I am merely a criminal official’s daughter¹³; I can’t go find you myself…”

She lowered her head, revealing a long, snow-white neck, looking fragile and beautiful, as if she really thought that way. Only deep in her heart did she know what kind of waves this sentence had set off in her consciousness. Possessiveness?

How could she develop such thoughts toward a friend?

Even with the one she was closest to among her former good friends, she had never thought of making her only be good to herself. She never had such a thing as possessiveness…

Song Muyun’s heart trembled lightly, her fingers hidden in her wide sleeves quietly clenching. She didn’t know what was wrong with her.

She had actually… sensed it long ago. In the days when she looked forward to Jiang Yao coming every day, in the moments she couldn’t stop being happy as soon as she saw Jiang Yao.

Jiang Yao had no choice; she finally surrendered to the pitiful Little Fairy. The words she said really invited affection¹⁴; even if she was angry, she couldn’t bear to continue venting at her.

“Alright, wipe your tears.”

Jiang Yao raised her handkerchief, actively and carefully wiping Song Muyun’s eye sockets.

Only then did she realize that unknowingly, she had cried again.

Except for the few days just after the Song family was raided, it was only after meeting Jiang Yao that she started crying all the time.

It seemed she was becoming more fragile, easily provoked to tears.

Song Muyun sniffled. Her beautiful eyes were already slightly swollen. The jade-like fingers hidden in her sleeves quietly pulled at Jiang Yao’s sleeve. “Are… are you still angry with me? Don’t be angry, okay? I know I was wrong. I definitely won’t misunderstand you again in the future.”

She was unpracticed in sajiao¹⁵ with others.

Jiang Yao clicked her tongue lightly, allowing the corner of her clothes to be pulled by her, and raised a request. “Then if you get angry with me in the future, you have to tell me directly. You can’t say nothing and just cry continuously, then let me guess. We martial artists are used to being direct; even if I racked my brains, I wouldn’t be able to guess why you’re angry.”

After this incident, Song Muyun considered that she wouldn’t dare to get angry with her easily again in the future. Hearing this, she nodded hurriedly. Because she said she cried continuously, her cheeks flushed slightly, feeling very embarrassed.

“Alright, I forgive you.”

Jiang Yao acted as if it were barely acceptable. Song Muyun’s eyes, filled with scattered stars, instantly lit up, staring at Jiang Yao sparklingly.

Too alluring. Jiang Yao took the opportunity to make a small move, touching her fluffy head. She didn’t say anything and tacitly allowed it.

“Then shall we go back? It’s not good to leave Ru’er alone for too long.”

Hearing her mention her Tangmei, Song Muyun suddenly remembered something. Somewhat nervously, she changed from grasping the sleeve to grasping Jiang Yao’s fingers. Jiang Yao looked down at her own hand, then looked up at her, not understanding what was wrong.

Then she heard Song Muyun’s somewhat worried voice, “I was… so rude just now. Will your sister dislike me?”

Jiang Yao paused in her words of comfort, suddenly thinking, Why does this sentence sound a bit strange? Why did Song Muyun need her sister to like her?

Didn’t she say she was her only friend and was afraid her sister would snatch her away?!

Why was she starting to care if her sister liked her now?

Although she wasn’t very happy in her heart, feeling that what Song Muyun said and did were completely different, she still comforted her verbally for fear of her worrying. “Ru’er-meimei has a good temper; she won’t be angry.”

Song Muyun nodded obediently, but anxiety was inevitable in her heart. If she had known earlier, she wouldn’t have looked at her…

And glared…

How could she have been unable to hold back?

Jiang Yao led the person back to the adjacent private room. Jiang Ru was sitting exactly how she had been when they left, looking well-behaved and obedient.

Hearing people come in, Jiang Ru looked up and saw the beautiful Jiejie who had been crying non-stop earlier. Now she wasn’t crying anymore, following closely behind her Jiejie step by step.

Jiang Ru stood up, hands placed in front of her abdomen, calling out obediently, “Jiejie.”

After hesitating, she still called out, “Muyun-jiejie.”

The more obedient and sensible she was, the guiltier Song Muyun felt. She took the initiative to step forward and pour a cup of tea for Jiang Ru, bringing it over. “Ru’er-meimei, I was rude just now. I apologize to you; can you forgive me?”

Jiang Yao looked at the two with a bewildered face. In her eyes, Song Muyun had only cried to her and had no involvement with Jiang Ru. Why did she have to run over and apologize to Jiang Ru so solemnly?

Seeing this, Jiang Ru hurriedly took half a step back, very good-natured. “I wasn’t angry to begin with, so there’s no talk of forgiveness. Jiejie speaks too heavily¹⁶.”

The more she acted like this, the guiltier Song Muyun felt, looking to Jiang Yao for help.

Jiang Yao walked forward with a numb face, half-embracing Song Muyun. She pinched her slender waist, almost making the person sit on the floor, and turned her head to glare at her with no deterrent force.

“Muyun felt she was quite rude in front of you today, so she specially came to apologize. Just don’t be angry with her.”

Song Muyun didn’t know what to say and had asked for help, so she had to let Jiang Yao speak for her.

Jiang Ru hurriedly shook her head. “I’m not angry.”

She was a very obedient, polite girl with a good nature.

Song Muyun lowered her head. She wasn’t good with words to begin with; hearing the other say she wasn’t angry, she breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

Both were passive people, so Jiang Yao had to continue presiding over the situation, suggesting they go sit in the backyard together. She had also intended to lie down in Song Muyun’s backyard.

Jiang Ru was unfamiliar with this place, so naturally she listened to whatever Jiang Yao said and nodded immediately. Song Muyun had no objections either. The person who was baring her fangs and claws chasing Jiang Yao away just now was currently staying obediently and dependently behind her, five fingers gently pulling her sleeve.

Jiang Yao noticed her sleeve was being pulled backward while walking. Looking down, she saw it was Song Muyun and understood.

She had long become accustomed to Song Muyun liking to grab her clothes.

The three walked in the corridor and were almost at the end. Suddenly, the door of a private room was violently opened from the inside, and two women walked out, hugging each other without restraint.

Jiang Yao recognized one of the women in red; it was Miss Yanjin from Yueshang House. But she also recognized the other one: the Vice Commandant of the Infantry, Meng Lichu¹⁷.

The problem was… both were women. Why did they come out of the private room hugging?

And it looked like only the two of them were in the private room…

Jiang Yao, Song Muyun, and Jiang Ru all froze at the door.

Seeing people outside, Meng Lichu hurriedly withdrew those wandering hands from an unspeakable soft place.

Yanjin’s cheeks were flushed, looking like she had just been stimulated. Her legs seemed to have no strength either, lying limply on Meng Lichu.

Seeing Jiang Yao staring at them with wide eyes, Meng Lichu felt inexplicably nervous. She nudged Yanjin, signaling her to stand properly herself, then cupped her hands and bowed in greeting. “Eldest Young Miss.”

Jiang Yao’s tone was uncertain and shocked. “You… why did you come out in that posture?”

Her five senses¹⁸ were keen; she even smelled some obscene scents. She vaguely felt she had opened the door to some novel matter.

Being asked about room affairs¹⁹, Meng Lichu looked somewhat awkward. “This… I’m not on duty today, so I just came to have fun²⁰.”

Seeing two women following behind Jiang Yao, both intimate with her, she thought Jiang Yao was the same kind of person as her, so she spoke more bluntly.

Jiang Yao was confused. She looked at Yanjin and then at her, asking subconsciously, “You are both women; how do you have fun?”

Although she often heard dirty talk in the army, it was all men saying they were going to find po niang²¹ to have fun. In her impression, only men and women could do this kind of thing…

Her eyeballs were about to fall to the ground.

Song Muyun and Jiang Ru also had faces full of blushes, not daring to look up at them. Especially since Yanjin’s clothes were so messy, a small half of her white, tender chest could be seen.

Meng Lichu was stunned for a moment. “You don’t know?”

Jiang Yao’s eyes shone with a thirst for knowledge. She indeed didn’t know and, somewhat unspeakably, wanted to know.

…

Meng Lichu began to feel ashamed of her bluntness, her lips trembling, unable to speak. Until Yanjin had rested enough and her legs were finally not soft anymore. She tidied her clothes slightly but still leaned against Meng Lichu, covering her lips and laughing charmingly. “How can we have fun? Men have men’s fun; women naturally have women’s fun too. Don’t tell Yanjin you’ve booked Muyun for so long and never touched her? Even if you said it, Yanjin wouldn’t believe it.”

The tails of her eyes were drawn with charming rouge. A sideways glance could take away a person’s soul. But that was limited to others. Jiang Yao wasn’t affected at all, still looking at them with blank eyes, and after a while, looking at Song Muyun.

Although Song Muyun didn’t understand these things either, she could hear the implied meaning in the other’s words. Thinking that they were currently in the corridor yet discussing such intimate bedroom words with others, she was so shy she couldn’t handle it. She pulled Jiang Yao. “L-let’s go back first. I’m a bit tired.”

Hearing she was tired, Jiang Yao naturally put down the doubts in her heart first, anxious to send her to the backyard. But in her heart, she was thinking she had to go to the Meng Residence tonight to ask. If she didn’t figure out how women could have fun, she probably wouldn’t be able to sleep all night.

Song Muyun let Jiang Yao hold her hand and support her waist, leading her away. Her gaze couldn’t help but look back again at Yanjin, who was leaning charmingly in the woman’s arms. Women and women… was that actually possible too?

Once Jiang Yao left, she would seek out Yanjin to ask for details!

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The author has something to say:

Both of them want to avoid the other to secretly get enlightened! Only Ru’er is truly innocent.

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