Forbidden to Bully the Storybook’s Heroine – Chapter 56

Have you ever thought that the one you like might be a woman?

After yesterday’s events, not many people dared to come hunting today. Jiang Yao was a little surprised when she saw Murong Qing. “Oh? Is the Seventh Highness here to practice his archery in the woods?”

He showed up on time day after day, yet he never managed to hunt anything.

Murong Qing: …

He really didn’t want to talk to Jiang Yao.

“Miss Jiang, mind your own business.”

Perhaps because he’d already torn all face with Jiang Yao, Murong Qing’s expression toward her wasn’t very good. He spared only a cold glance for Song Muyun, who was nestled in her arms, before riding away on his horse.

If she didn’t know how crazy Murong Qing was in the dream, Jiang Yao would’ve thought he didn’t like Song Muyun anymore.

She looked down at the person in her arms. Dressed in red, even her lip rouge was a specially chosen shade of red, making her look bright and dazzling.

“So beautiful.”

She suddenly sighed softly in the other’s ear.

Song Muyun’s cheeks immediately turned red.

As the horse was spurred into a slow trot, Song Muyun didn’t sit up straight. Instead, she relaxed slightly, leaning her body against Jiang Yao’s embrace.

While she was guiding her horse at a pace like strolling in a quiet courtyard¹, someone else hurried to catch up, calling out her name. It was the Infantry Adjutant², Meng Lichu, the same person whose storybooks³ Jiang Yao had gone to see.

Meng Lichu also had a woman in her arms.

The difference was that the woman in Jiang Yao’s arms was wrapped up so tightly not a breath of air could get through, while the woman in Meng Lichu’s arms was thinly dressed, to the point where one could faintly see half of a snow-white shoulder. Her face was pale from the cold, and she pressed herself tightly into Meng Lichu’s embrace as if to find warmth.

Jiang Yao didn’t speak. It was Meng Lichu who spoke first, stroking the rounded breast of the person in her arms and ordering her, “This is the Eldest Miss of the Jiang Family. Aren’t you going to greet her?”

The woman’s shy and timid eyes fell on Jiang Yao, and only then did she speak. Her voice was thick with hoarseness, as if she’d been shouting for too long. “Greetings, Miss Jiang.”

Jiang Yao gave a slight nod. “Mm.”

Then she lowered her head and held Song Muyun tighter.

For some reason, she felt like Meng Lichu really knew how to play around.

Although Meng Lichu was a bit afraid to face Jiang Yao, she hadn’t expected that Jiang Yao would also bring someone into the hunting forest today—and a woman, at that. Didn’t this prove that Jiang Yao shared her hobbies?

If she could curry favor properly, maybe she could invite Jiang Yao to play together in the future. Jiang Yao was the daughter of the Prime Minister; if they played together, they could look out for each other. Ahem, mainly, she wanted Jiang Yao to look out for her.

“Are you thirsty? Want a sip of water?”

They hadn’t been gone for long, but Jiang Yao was already lowering her head to show her concern.

She took very good care of her.

Song Muyun, nestled in her fluffy collar, nuzzled Jiang Yao’s chin again. “We just left. I’m not thirsty.”

Meng Lichu watched them silently, suddenly feeling the time was right. She spoke with a smile, “This must be Lord Song’s only daughter, Miss Muyun?”

When Jiang Yao heard her call her ‘Muyun,’ she couldn’t help but frown. This woman plays around and likes women. She needs to stay far away from Muyun.

“I remember seeing you with Miss Muyun at Yueshang House last time, too.”

“Her surname is Song.”

Jiang Yao reminded her in a low voice. Meng Lichu froze for a moment, then quickly recovered. “Right, my apologies. Miss Song.”

“Last time you came to find me to look at those storybooks, did you try them out with Miss Song when you got back?”

She assumed that since Jiang Yao looked at those things, she must be interested in affairs between women⁴. Once a person was enlightened, wouldn’t they have to find someone to try it with?

She was always so close with Song Muyun, practically inseparable, even willing to offend a prince for her. She must have had a taste of her, right?

Jiang Yao looked completely baffled. At first, she didn’t realize what Meng Lichu was talking about. When it finally clicked what kind of storybooks she was referring to, her expression changed instantly. “Are you nuts?!”

With that, she whipped the horse’s rear a few times, and it galloped away, leaving Meng Lichu to eat a mouthful of dust, still unable to process what had happened.

Damn it, I can’t keep this conversation going! If we talk any longer, Muyun will know I look at those indecent storybooks!

What if she misunderstands me?

My sincerity in treating her as a friend can be witnessed by heaven and earth!

The horse suddenly bolted forward, startling Song Muyun into a small cry. Her body went limp in Jiang Yao’s arms. Instead of grabbing the horse’s mane, she grabbed Jiang Yao’s sleeve.

“Slow down! What was that official saying about storybooks?”

She still remembered that official; she seemed to have seen her at Yueshang House, as one of Yan Jin’s clients.

She’d gone to see storybooks at Yan Jin’s place back then, too. Did Jiang Yao also go to see storybooks?

Didn’t that mean they… had hearts with a spiritual connection⁵?

Song Muyun lowered her head, lost in thought.

A blush flew across her cheeks as she began to feel shy.

Jiang Yao cleared her throat, trying her best to look serious. “What storybooks? Just some stories about scholars and beauties. The kind you’ve seen before.”

She often brought Song Muyun to read storybooks.

Song Muyun knew her very well by now. One look at her and she knew she wasn’t telling the truth. She said coquettishly, “Really? I don’t believe you. What kind of scholar-and-beauty storybook could be used with me?”

Jiang Yao’s whole body stiffened. She couldn’t utter another word. Muyun listens so carefully.

She pulled the other person tighter. The cold wind scraped against her cheeks like a razor blade, scraping her heart into pieces. What could she say? She couldn’t say a single thing QAQ.

“Hold me tighter.”

Song Muyun had brainwashed herself. Jiang Yao didn’t understand love and was unwilling to take the next step, so she had to be the one to do it.

She had to cast aside all propriety, justice, integrity, and honor⁶, cast aside all her shyness, and seduce her. She couldn’t just let her end up with someone else.

She had to at least try.

“Oh, okay.”

Jiang Yao was very obedient to her, basically doing whatever she was told. Now, held tightly in her arms, Song Muyun felt a long-lost sense of peace.

“Ah, there’s a little rabbit eating grass over there.”

After shaking off Meng Lichu and entering the woods, she stopped whipping the horse and just ambled along with her. Hearing her voice, she subconsciously drew a feathered arrow and fixed her sharp gaze on the rabbit.

But unexpectedly, the red-clothed fairy in her arms immediately pressed down on her hand. “Hey, don’t! It’s still eating.”

Jiang Yao: …

“I know it’s eating. Isn’t now the perfect time to shoot it?”

Jiang Yao didn’t get it. This was the best, most effortless opportunity.

But the little fairy’s mood soured instantly. “How can you be so cruel? It’s eating its grass happily. Why do you have to shoot it?”

…

“Weren’t you the one who wanted to eat rabbit meat?”

Song Muyun turned her head and looked at her softly. “Well, I don’t want to eat it anymore. You’re not allowed to shoot it.”

She had been so spoiled by Jiang Yao that she only dared to act this delicate and pampered with her.

Jiang Yao understood. The little fairy was having another fit of compassion.

She didn’t want to make the little fairy angry, so she had to admit defeat, returning the arrow to its quiver and raising her hands. “Alright, alright, I won’t shoot it. Do you like rabbits?”

“Mhm, they look very well-behaved.”

Hearing the word ‘well-behaved,’ Jiang Yao reached out and rubbed the fluffy back of Song Muyun’s head, coaxing her, “Not as well-behaved as you.”

Song Muyun turned her head again, this time twisting half her body around. Her voice was delicate, her eyes misty as she asked, “Am I well-behaved?”

“Mhm.”

Getting an affirmative answer, she immediately curled her lips into a smile, looking visibly pleased, and snuggled back into Jiang Yao’s embrace. “I don’t really like rabbits that much. I just think the way they eat is very cute and very well-behaved.”

The young lady watched the rabbit with gentle eyes. Jiang Yao didn’t urge the horse onward, but watched along with her.

After a while, the woman’s soft, watery voice sounded from her arms again. She said, “Jiang Yao, the way you eat is also very cute.”

Jiang Yao: ???

She looked down into her arms in shock. A moment later, a bit of embarrassment flooded her face, as she clearly recalled her own rough way of eating.

She had eaten and lived alongside the soldiers at the border garrisons, picking up bad habits instead of good ones. Although her table manners weren’t terribly ugly, they certainly had nothing to do with ‘cute.’

“Don’t deliberately poke at me with your words.”

Jiang Yao was very self-aware about whether her eating was cute or not and thought Song Muyun was teasing her.

“How am I poking at you? I’m telling the truth.”

Her voice was soft and slow. She gradually lowered her head, revealing only half of her fair, pretty profile and her slender neck.

She was finally beginning to understand the saying, “in a lover’s eyes, a Xishi appears.”⁷

In the past, if she had met someone like Jiang Yao, she would have only thought that a woman who ate like that was truly vulgar and rude. But now, having seen it so often, she found it more and more endearing.

And the more she looked, the more she liked it.

The rabbit, despite living in the wild, was quite foolish and had little vigilance. It wasn’t until it had eaten its fill that it hopped away right in front of them.

Jiang Yao pulled the reins tight, leading the horse away. The blush on her face still hadn’t faded. She used to be the most thick-skinned person, but after meeting Muyun, she didn’t know when she’d started to enjoy the feeling of her face flushing and her heart pounding. “How about I shoot a wild pheasant for you?”

“Mhm, I’ll listen to you.”

She leaned against Jiang Yao, feeling the strong yet soft body of the woman behind her.

Soon, they came across a wild pheasant.

A wild pheasant was just a wild chicken. It was ugly, but it was small, tasted good, and its meat was very tender. It also made for a delicious soup.

Just as Jiang Yao was about to raise her bow, she was stopped again. “Jiang Yao, look, it’s laying an egg!”

Jiang Yao: …

“Mhm, it’s laying an egg. Should we pick up its egg and eat it too?” she suggested.

Who would have thought the young lady would glare at her again? She said in disbelief, “How can you be so heartless? That’s its child!”

Jiang Yao: …

Expressionless, she said, “Oh, so we…”

The young lady whispered, leaning close to her ear, “Let’s go. Let’s not disturb its childbirth. Be quiet.”

Jiang Yao: Oh, my lady’s useless compassion.

“Alright, alright, I’ll listen to you. I’ll listen to whatever you say.”

Jiang Yao raised her hands in surrender again and steered the horse in the opposite direction.

They had been in the woods for half a shichen, and they had spent that entire half shichen just wandering around. They hadn’t caught any prey. When they ran into Murong Qing, both of their baskets were completely empty.

The moment Murong Qing saw Jiang Yao, he was subconsciously about to leave, but then he glanced at their baskets and saw they were just as empty as his.

A wicked smile immediately hooked his lips. “Isn’t Miss Jiang’s archery superb? How come you haven’t shot anything?” he said mockingly.

Song Muyun lowered her head, feeling guilty. She knew Jiang Yao’s archery was good. The fact that they hadn’t shot anything was all her fault. She couldn’t bear to see those living things die in front of her; her heart couldn’t take it.

She also knew she was being very hypocritical, and she hadn’t expected to cause Jiang Yao to be laughed at.

Song Muyun’s expression soured with displeasure—directed at Murong Qing.

Jiang Yao, however, didn’t feel like she was being laughed at. She just lazily held Song Muyun in her arms, gently stroking her soft, flat abdomen as she looked down at her and said, “Seventh Highness, the pot shouldn’t call the kettle black. Even if I don’t bring a single piece of prey back, His Majesty won’t be displeased with me.” But you’re different. You’re dead last in riding and archery among the princes.

“By the way, is the matter between you and Miss Li about to be settled? If you have time, please invite me for a cup of wine.”

Jiang Yao had noticed something was off between him and Li Xiting yesterday.

Hearing this, Murong Qing’s face fell in alarm, and he subconsciously looked at Song Muyun.

However, Song Muyun just nestled in Jiang Yao’s arms, not sparing him even half a glance.

Murong Qing’s grip on the reins grew tighter and tighter, the veins on the back of his hand bulging. He had clearly reached his limit.

But his expression didn’t change in the slightest. “Naturally. I hope Miss Jiang will grace me with her presence then.”

After speaking, his eyes remained fixed on Song Muyun. He didn’t know what he was waiting for, only thinking that it would be nice to see even a hint of regret or heartache.

But there was none. Song Muyun’s expression remained unchanged. She even swayed Jiang Yao’s hand and whined coquettishly, “Are we going or not? I won’t bother you anymore. Let’s just shoot any random prey and go back, okay? I’m hungry.”

“Okay, let’s go.”

She looked at Murong Qing. “This Miss will definitely grace you with her presence. Your Highness can take your time strolling around. My lady is tired, so I have to take her back quickly.”

Without waiting for Murong Qing’s reply, she turned her horse and left. On the way, she lowered her head and asked Song Muyun in a gentle voice, “Are you thirsty? There’s still water in the flask. Should I get it out for you?”

From behind, Murong Qing saw their posture and his eyes were splitting to the corners with rage⁸. He didn’t know they were talking; he only thought they were… kissing!

In broad daylight, Jiang Yao, that damn Jiang Yao!

How dare she steal his woman and do such an affair that goes against Yin and Yang⁹ with his woman! And right in front of him!

Love between two women was not tolerated by the world. Although he hated Song Muyun to the core, he couldn’t just watch her fall into a situation where she would be scorned by everyone…

If Song Yunqian were alive, he would never have allowed it!

Bloodshot veins appeared in Murong Qing’s ferocious eyes. As if he had found a reason for himself, he suddenly took a feathered arrow from his quiver, used all his strength to draw the bowstring, aimed at Jiang Yao, then gathered his power and fiercely let the arrow fly.

Jiang Yao had already heard the sound of the arrow cutting through the wind behind her, but it wasn’t aimed at her, so she couldn’t even be bothered to turn her head.

Sure enough, the arrow flew past her and struck a tree, far away from her.

Only then did Jiang Yao finally turn back. She looked coolly at Murong Qing, who was standing not far behind with his bow drawn and a dazed look on his face, and sneered, “Your Highness’s riding and archery really do need some practice. Giddy-up.”

She rode away, leaving Murong Qing staring at the arrow, so angry he was about to explode.

Angry that the arrow had gone so far off course, and angry at Jiang Yao’s contemptuous glance.

“What happened just now? Why did you suddenly start talking to Murong Qing?”

The young lady’s hearing wasn’t good. She didn’t know anything, protected in her arms, looking perfectly well-behaved.

Jiang Yao rubbed her fingers and said in a clear voice, “Murong Qing’s aim is bad. I was making fun of him.”

Song Muyun grabbed Jiang Yao’s fingers with both hands, holding them in her palms to play with, and said with a smile, “His aim is naturally not as good as yours. I’ve seen you shoot an arrow. You’re so awe-inspiringly majestic¹⁰, much better than Murong Qing. You use your whip better than him, too.”

“Tsk, don’t praise me, don’t praise me. You’ll make me arrogant and complacent.”

Jiang Yao was a little embarrassed by the praise, letting her fingers rest in the other’s hands, allowing her to play with them as she pleased.

“You can be arrogant and complacent. You’re already amazing.”

Song Muyun sincerely felt this way. In her heart, Jiang Yao was the most amazing person, far more amazing than Murong Qing. If Murong Qing hadn’t been born a son of the dragon, who knows how useless he would be.

“Why are your words so sweet today?” she asked, looking down at Song Muyun.

Song Muyun didn’t answer, but instead squeezed her palm. A dark glint flashed in her eyes, and she suddenly sighed, “Your hand is so warm.”

Jiang Yao was just about to say that all martial artists run hot when, in the next second, her palm touched something cool and soft.

Song Muyun had pressed her hand against her own face. Her face was soft but cold, and she rubbed it against her palm a couple of times, finally transferring some warmth to it.

Jiang Yao went completely stiff, too embarrassed to look down at her.

In the end, the two of them didn’t hunt anything. Song Muyun found almost everything pitiful and couldn’t bear it. She knew they should bring something back after coming out, but the rabbit was pitiful, the wild pheasant was pitiful, the little deer was pitiful, and the fox was pitiful, too.

She couldn’t bear it for any of them. She couldn’t bear it, but she didn’t say it out loud. She just looked at Jiang Yao pitifully, then closed her eyes and said she wouldn’t look, telling her to hurry up. What could Jiang Yao do? In the end, she could only wave her hand and put away her bow and arrows.

“Forget it,” she said helplessly. “Just pretend we came out to see the scenery today. We can just leech off someone else’s prey when we get back.”

Song Muyun opened a pair of moist eyes and looked at Jiang Yao obediently. “So we’re not going to kill them?”

“Weren’t you the one who couldn’t bear it? If you can’t bear it, then we won’t kill them. It’s not like we have to. We can eat what’s readily available.”

The young lady was soft-hearted, but only to the extent that she couldn’t watch it happen with her own eyes. Out of sight, out of mind.

Hearing this, Song Muyun nodded quickly, her cheeks flushing a little more as she said softly, “Okay. You’re so good to me.”

Jiang Yao had always been extremely good to her, doting on her immensely.

“This counts as good?”

She’s the female lead in a storybook. She’s supposed to be held in the palm of someone’s hand and pampered.

Treating her like this doesn’t even count as good enough.

The two of them rode to a denser part of the forest. The scenery here was nice and very quiet. Since she was just taking her to see the sights anyway, she led Song Muyun inside.

However… they hadn’t gone far when they heard a strange sound coming from the dense, withered grass nearby.

It sounded like the gurgling of water, followed by a woman’s voice, sounding very seductive. “Are you still cold now? I told you, for this official to take care of you, one finger is enough.”

Jiang Yao: ???

What is she talking about?

The next second, another woman’s voice, sounding like it was caught between pain and pleasure, rang out, mumbling something about not being cold anymore, about dying…

Wait, dying?

Fuck, is someone secretly murdering a person right in front of me?!

Song Muyun was still straining her ears to listen when Jiang Yao suddenly shouted, “Who goes there committing murder?! Do you not want to live?!”

As soon as her voice fell, a loud rustling came from the withered grass. The people inside seemed to have been startled. The woman’s charming voice turned sharp and shrill as she cried out. This time, there was no pleasure, only pain.

Meng Lichu rolled out from inside, draped in a piece of clothing. She only relaxed when she saw it was Jiang Yao outside. Her trembling body stilled slightly, her snow-white chest half-exposed, her fingertips stained with some unknown moisture. She cupped her hands and said, “So it’s the Eldest Miss Jiang. I was wondering who it was. You really scared me to death.”

If anyone else had seen this and reported it to the higher-ups, the fact that she dared to commit such a lewd act in the hunting forest would probably be the end of her official career.

Jiang Yao had, at some point, drawn the soft sword from her waist and was pointing it directly at Meng Lichu, her face cold and fierce. “What were you doing in there? There was another person, wasn’t there?”

She had heard two voices.

Meng Lichu didn’t dare to provoke her and quickly shouted inside, “Zhu’er, get out here!”

The woman named Zhu’er looked miserable as she practically crawled out. She was wearing a pink dress, but it was disheveled, and she was drenched in fragrant sweat. Her rounded shoulders were exposed, and her face was contorted in pain.

Song Muyun squeezed Jiang Yao’s hand, a little worried. “What’s wrong with her?”

Jiang Yao also narrowed her eyes at Meng Lichu. “What’s wrong with her? What were you two doing in there?”

Meng Lichu felt that Jiang Yao was playing dumb. She’s seen so many of my storybooks, yet she’s saying she doesn’t know what we were doing in there? How is that possible!

She lowered her head, shivering from the cold on one hand, and said through gritted teeth, “Eldest… Eldest Miss Jiang, what else could we be doing? It’s just the usual business between women.”

Jiang Yao frowned. Song Muyun tugged at her again and whispered in her ear, “Isn’t this official mirror polishing¹¹?”

And so, Jiang Yao understood. But even if you’re mirror polishing, you can’t do this kind of thing in broad daylight! Can’t you go back to a room to do it?

She felt indignant again, pointing her sword at Zhu’er. “Then why did she just say she was dying?”

I still don’t get it. Do your business, fine, but if you hadn’t said you were dying, who would have bothered you?

Meng Lichu’s expression grew even more awkward. “This… this… when a woman is in bed, and she’s being teased to the depths, isn’t that what they all say? Miss Jiang will know once you try.”

Her suggestive gaze darted between Jiang Yao and Song Muyun. Jiang Yao nearly struck her down with her sword.

“This Miss detests such obscene matters! If you weren’t using private torture here, why would she have a look of pain on her face?”

Jiang Yao found it hard to understand. Could it be that intercourse between women is this painful? But that’s not how it was drawn in the storybooks!

In the storybooks, it clearly said those women were all filled with pleasure. It said that women know better than men how to make other women happy.

This is so-called happiness?

Jiang Yao was a little stunned, staring at the woman prostrate on the ground, almost unable to get up. Her snow-white thighs were even exposed, and her whole body was trembling slightly from the cold.

Meng Lichu came back to her senses. The Eldest Miss probably didn’t take in a single thing from those storybooks of hers.

She could only force a smile. “Yes, yes, it was because you suddenly spoke up just now and startled me. That’s why I was accidentally rough and hurt her.”

My technique is excellent. If it weren’t for an accident like this, how could I have hurt her?

The corner of Jiang Yao’s mouth twitched. So now it’s my fault.

“Forget it, forget it. Next time you have this kind of business, do it in a room. Don’t dirty other people’s eyes. Put some clothes on her and take her back. We’re leaving.”

She lowered her head and told Song Muyun, “Don’t look,” then rode away with her. Meng Lichu wiped her face, feeling extremely unlucky. She had originally wanted to invite Jiang Yao to join them. It was one thing for her to be unwilling, but to actually run into her after finally finding this quiet place… it was utterly humiliating.

Jiang Yao, terrified that this incident would dirty the eyes of her pure and flawless little fairy, quickly rode out of the forest with her. Since they weren’t hunting in this hunting forest, and there was nothing fun to do, it was better to leave quickly.

Ever since she found out what those two were doing, her heart had been pounding like a drum. Although the Eldest Miss of the Jiang Family was a scoundrel, she had never seen a live spring palace¹² before, let alone one between two women.

“What… what you saw today, just forget it if you can. If I had known they were in there, I wouldn’t have taken you in.”

Jiang Yao was full of regret.

She felt she had sullied the fairy.

Song Muyun leaned against her chest, almost able to hear her heart pounding like a drum. But if… if she placed her hand on her chest, she would probably find that her own heart was beating just as fast.

“Why should I forget? Lovemaking is a common affair, regardless of whether it’s between a man and a woman, isn’t it?”

Jiang Yao’s grip on the reins tightened. She looked down in surprise. She had thought Muyun would be disgusted by this matter, feel intensely shy, and be completely unwilling to mention it. After all, that’s how she was in the dream, wasn’t it?

She had acted utterly repulsed by affairs between men and women, loving Murong Qing on one hand while being completely averse to physical intimacy on the other.

So, when it comes to lovemaking between women, it suddenly becomes a common affair?

Jiang Yao suddenly felt she had some kind of misunderstanding about the female lead.

Her free hand suddenly gripped Song Muyun’s waist, squeezing her until she went limp in her arms with a soft whimper, telling her to be gentler. Only then did she snap back to reality and release her hand.

“Forget it, it’s nothing. It’s fine if you think that way. You’re not wrong.”

Jiang Yao felt an inexplicable panic in her heart, almost not knowing how to respond.

Song Muyun obediently tilted her head up, looking at Jiang Yao’s sharp jawline, and asked her, “Do you detest affairs between women?”

This time, it was Jiang Yao’s turn for the veins on the back of her hand to nearly bulge. She had a feeling that if she answered this question wrong, her entire future would be completely rewritten.

Jiang Yao didn’t answer for a long time. Someone took her fingers and swayed them, their voice soft and delicate. “I’m asking you. Why aren’t you talking?”

She couldn’t say a single word.

After a long while, under Song Muyun’s soft urging, Jiang Yao took a deep breath, looked up at the hazy mountain scenery in the distance, and gritted her teeth, forcing out the words one by one as if it were incredibly difficult. “I… don’t detest it. Why are you asking this?”

She didn’t even dare to look down at her. It wasn’t until Song Muyun had, at some point, sat up straight and looked up, bumping her chin and bringing their faces extremely close, that she stared at Jiang Yao’s expression and said, “Jiang Yao, have you ever had your heart moved by any young master?”

Weren’t we just talking about affairs between women?

Jiang Yao felt a little flustered and honestly shook her head.

Song Muyun’s eyes lit up. “Never?”

“Never.”

“Then have you ever thought that maybe you don’t like men? That the one you like might be a woman?”

One clap of thunder after another crackled in Jiang Yao’s mind, nearly making her vision go black. But, she thought, I’ve never liked any woman either, have I?

Just as she finished the thought, she looked down and met Song Muyun’s rosy lips and gentle, watery eyes. Suddenly, she wasn’t so sure anymore.

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The author has something to say:

Yaoyao: I think… I probably… might like women QAQ

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