Forbidden to Bully the Storybook’s Heroine – Chapter 61

Don’t Get So Close

Murong Ci and Jiang Ru witnessed the entire process of Jiang Yao coaxing Song Muyun.

The little lady was so shy and embarrassed that she asked Jiang Yao to talk business first, but Jiang Yao wouldn’t comply. She insisted on coaxing her first, spending a full quarter of an hour until Song Muyun—whose cheeks were already slightly pink—turned completely crimson.

Song Muyun couldn’t stand the shocked gazes of the onlookers. She could only tug on Jiang Yao’s hand and whisper, “Alright, alright, I’m not angry anymore. Stop making a scene, you’re making people laugh at us.”

She was mortified to the extreme, not daring to look at the other two, her eyes fixed solely on Jiang Yao.

Hearing she wasn’t angry anymore, Jiang Yao instantly relaxed. She waved her hand carelessly. “No way, we’re all family here. They’ll have to get used to it sooner or later.”

Song Muyun: …

“You—don’t talk to me anymore!”

She was suddenly furious again. How could she be like this? Get used to what? Did she intend to hug her in front of them often?

Was she crazy?

Song Muyun thought this, lightly biting her thin lip. Her eyes, brimming with watery emotion, shot a rebuking glare at Jiang Yao.

Jiang Yao was stunned. She hadn’t expected Muyun’s mood to change so quickly. “Wait, we just agreed you weren’t angry, how are you mad again? You really have quite a temper. Okay, okay, okay, I won’t let people laugh at us. I won’t hug you in front of them anymore, don’t be mad.”

She took the opportunity to knead Song Muyun’s snow-white, tender cheeks.

Caught off guard, Muyun’s cheeks were pinched until they were rosy red. She could only mumble vaguely, telling Jiang Yao to stop bothering her and speak to the Eighth Prince first. It was rude to leave people hanging.

Jiang Yao sighed, knowing she had annoyed her again. The biggest difference between her and Muyun was that her own skin was thick¹—practically shameless—while Muyun’s skin was thin. She often couldn’t handle Jiang Yao’s antics.

She had to stop and look over at Murong Ci and her own sister, who had been watching the show the whole time.

She had come today primarily to find Murong Ci.

“You went to morning court. Do you know if there’s been any progress on the Song family case?”

Murong Ci heard she was here for the Song family again. She had intended to tease her a bit, but thinking of the shy sweetheart beside her, she reined in her teasing heart and shook her head. “The officials along the route who concealed the disaster reports have been thrown into the Dali Temple². Only one official is missing without a trace. The Dali Temple is currently interrogating them. The people sent by the court didn’t find large amounts of gold or silver in their homes, nor had they spent large sums. Now, we must first find out where that money went.”

Jiang Yao frowned. She felt the Song family hadn’t simply been framed by colleagues. There were… somewhat different shadows lurking within this.

“By the way, there’s an amusing matter you might be interested in.”

“Hm?”

Jiang Yao raised her eyes to look over.

Murong Ci continued, “Murong Chun is currently cursing Murong Qing in his residence, calling him a treacherous villain who framed him. It’s already reached Father Emperor’s ears. Although Father Emperor didn’t say anything, he handed the assignment that should have gone to Murong Qing over to me.”

The two of them fought, but in the end, it was Murong Ci who played the fisherman reaping the benefits³.

Jiang Yao raised an eyebrow. “That’s a good thing. The Emperor has already become suspicious of Murong Qing?”

“Yes. We just need someone to push the waves and add to the billows⁴ a little.”

They were all waiting for this opportunity—the chance to trample Murong Qing beneath their feet.

Jiang Yao’s hand wasn’t behaving itself; it crept back to Song Muyun’s palm, kneading it over and over again.

Hearing that Murong Qing wasn’t doing well, Song Muyun felt a measure of happiness. She pursed her lips lightly and smiled, no longer mentioning Jiang Yao secretly touching her. Nobody could see it anyway.

The two had come mainly to ask about the Song family. Now that the questions were asked, it was time for Jiang Yao to head back. As she stood up, a thought suddenly struck her. She turned back to look at Jiang Ru and raised a brow. “Ru’er, we’re going back. Coming with us?”

Jiang Ru instantly panicked. She stood up hurriedly, the sides of her face flushing slightly. She gave a reserved and polite bow to Murong Ci. “Then… then I will take my leave first. I’ll come to see you again tomorrow.”

She said this to Murong Ci.

Murong Ci nodded gently. “Alright. I will wait quietly in the residence for your arrival tomorrow.”

Jiang Ru followed behind Jiang Yao and Song Muyun as they left.

Suddenly, she was ambushed by Jiang Yao’s question: “You and the Eighth Prince have a pretty good relationship now?”

“Mn. The Eighth Prince once saved my life. She is a good person.”

“That’s good. Murong Ci indeed has a decent temperament.”

Jiang Ru had come by carriage, whereas Jiang Yao and the others had strolled over leisurely. It was convenient to hitch a ride on Jiang Ru’s carriage for the return trip.

“Come, I’ll pull you up.”

After Jiang Yao got on, she didn’t forget to reach out to Song Muyun. After pulling the delicate and weak beauty into the carriage, she lowered her head and, as if it were the most casual thing in the world, kissed her soft, tender cheek.

Jiang Ru had just sat down and was adjusting her skirt when she happened to look up and see this scene. Her face gradually shifted from normal to slack-jawed stupefaction.

She… what did she just see?

What did her Jiejie⁵ just do?

Why did her Jiejie kiss Muyun-jiejie!!!

Was she blind?

And why didn’t Muyun-jiejie resist?

Shock!!!

Song Muyun merely gave Jiang Yao an embarrassed shove, her voice very light and soft. “Ru’er is still here. Don’t be like this.”

Jiang Yao pulled Song Muyun down to sit, looking at the dumbfounded Jiang Ru. She truly didn’t like hiding things. She immediately said, “Ru’er, this is your sister-in-law. No need to treat her like an outsider in the future. If you have any issues, just talk to her.”

Song Muyun whipped her head around to glare at Jiang Yao.

Jiang Ru stuttered, “S-Sister… Sister-in-law?!”

As she spoke, the shock in her eyes didn’t diminish in the slightest. All that composure and reserve had long been thrown to the horizon, completely forgotten.

“Mn, sister-in-law.”

Jiang Yao calmly embraced the lightly struggling Song Muyun. Song Muyun’s cheeks were pink; she was too embarrassed to look at Jiang Ru, so she kept her head lowered.

Jiang Ru was in a daze. After a good while, she called out stupidly, “Sis… Sister-in-law…”

Others said her Jiejie was a mirror grinder⁶, but she had never really believed it. She thought her Jiejie and Muyun-jiejie were just close bosom friends.

Who would have thought!

Her Jiejie really was a mirror grinder!

Jiang Yao patted the little lady’s lower back. “My sister is calling you, why aren’t you answering her?”

Song Muyun hurriedly looked up, her voice laced with shyness. “Ru’er-meimei.”

Yet, the corner of her mouth secretly hooked up in a small arc.

“Mu—Sister-in-law, you and my Jiejie, really…”

She still found it hard to believe.

Until Song Muyun nodded, then shyly hid in Jiang Yao’s arms.

Jiang Ru: …

She stayed silent, digesting this matter in her heart. Muyun-jiejie moved into their home, and then… became her sister-in-law…

Jiang Yao left Jiang Ru to her dazed thoughts and turned to the little lady, “Did you have fun today?”

Although she was terribly shy, Song Muyun still chose to respond to her, her voice soft and light. “Mn, it was fun.”

Then she was hugged tightly by Jiang Yao, who lowered her head and kissed her again. The action was extremely fast; she didn’t even have time to stop it.

She could only remain silent, not daring to glance at Jiang Ru. They were… behaving too excessively, and right in front of someone too.

The little lady felt like her heart couldn’t take it.

Fortunately, they arrived at the Jiang Residence very quickly. For the first time, Jiang Ru couldn’t wait to get off the carriage and return to her own courtyard.

Just now in the carriage, she had felt like a third wheel for the first time. Her sister… had actually found her a sister-in-law.

Muyun-jiejie had actually become her sister-in-law…

This, this, this… she needed to calm down properly first.

Jiang Yao helped Song Muyun off the carriage. The little lady was very dissatisfied, glaring at her with a coquettish pout. “Look at you, you scared Ru’er away.”

“It’s nothing. Ru’er isn’t as pedantic as you think.”

“I didn’t think anything.”

Song Muyun whispered, watching helplessly as she was embraced in someone’s arms.

She had resisted several times, but never successfully. Over time, she didn’t want to resist anymore.

The little lady was incredibly clingy inside their courtyard, but outside, she didn’t dare lean on Jiang Yao at all. Jiang Yao always had to be the proactive one.

“You secretly kissed me last night. I thought your courage was huge.”

Turns out it was as small as a peanut⁷.

Song Muyun glared at her, grabbing the collar at her chest in extreme humiliation and anger, warning fiercely, “You are not allowed to mention last night!”

Was she the only one who kissed Jiang Yao?

Jiang Yao hadn’t kissed her any less today!

She never could have imagined that Jiang Yao, who had treated her so politely before—terrified of offending her—would be like this after they confessed their feelings.

She didn’t know shame at all!

No matter where they were, she dared to kiss her, not afraid of acquaintances seeing.

Her face skin was truly thick.

Song Muyun secretly scolded her again in her heart.

Yet her body had long since followed its true desires, leaning against Jiang Yao.

Back at the courtyard, piled on the stone table were the things Jiang Yao had bought for Muyun on the way. Aside from a string of Tanghulu⁸ and a small sugar figurine, nothing else had been eaten yet.

The preserved fruits were put away by the maid, saved for when the mistress drank her medicine. The pastries were spread out on the table by Jiang Yao. She opened the window, leaned against the soft couch, and picked up a storybook⁹ to read.

Song Muyun was most familiar with Hengwu Courtyard now and was most relaxed here. Without hesitation, she took off her embroidered shoes, wearing only her socks, and crawled onto the soft couch. She ducked under Jiang Yao’s arm and nestled into her embrace.

Jiang Yao was very indulgent with her. Whatever she wanted to do, Jiang Yao wouldn’t refuse. From the moment she started to crawl in, Jiang Yao had already lifted her arm high. Once she was in, the arm dropped, locking her securely in her embrace.

“Read together for a while?”

“Mn.”

Her furry little head rubbed against Jiang Yao’s chin.

Aside from that cross-dressing story, they hadn’t read any stories about women with women yet. She wondered how other women interacted.

Song Muyun read seriously. The interactions between women were much more delicate than those between men and women. They understood each other better and knew how to make each other happy.

By the time they finished more than half the book, the sky was dark. Jiang Yao put down the book, still wanting more, and called for dinner.

The story was good, but unfortunately, it was too proper. Throughout the whole thing, there weren’t even many kisses. She wanted to read something improper.

Because her little lady didn’t like waste, the two of them only ordered three dishes for dinner. After eating their fill, Jiang Yao stood up. Seeing this, Song Muyun hurriedly put down her chopsticks and followed suit.

“Read storybooks?”

She asked.

Song Muyun nodded lightly and obediently followed her.

Unexpectedly, what Jiang Yao wanted to read this time wasn’t a normal storybook!

She turned and picked up those extremely lewd books she had bought that afternoon!

Opening the first page, there was an illustration of a woman coupling with another woman.

Song Muyun was so scared she didn’t dare open her eyes, but Jiang Yao watched with keen interest.

“You… stop looking at these! What’s so good about them!”

She spoke in a delicate, spoiled voice, then buried her face into Jiang Yao’s chest.

Jiang Yao held her with one hand but still didn’t put down the book. “I’m just looking casually, learning a bit. Otherwise, what if you’re uncomfortable in the future?”

Song Muyun: ???

What did she mean by uncomfortable? Was it the meaning she understood?

The fairy’s pupils quaked. She couldn’t help but pound Jiang Yao several times. “You… what nonsense are you spouting!”

She was shy again, burying her head into Jiang Yao’s neck. Only occasionally did she dare to carefully look up at the book in her hand. Upon seeing the explicit poses inside, she hurriedly buried her face back.

This kind of thing could clearly only be done in bed. How… how could it be done on a table?

Tables were for eating and drinking tea… h-how could one lie on top of them?

Her eyes held tears of shyness. She carefully took another peek and immediately retracted her gaze again.

This, this…

How could Jiang Yao like looking at these things!

The only one full of panic and shyness was Song Muyun. Jiang Yao was entirely focused: Learned it, learned it. So it can be done like this? Do I need to buy these things to make a woman more comfortable?

Memorize this, memorize this.

She was incredibly happy inside.

Her brain went back and forth, memorizing several poses. After finishing one book, she felt like her entire being had ascended.

Between women and women, there could actually be so many tricks.

She wondered if Muyun would be willing to try with her…

She looked down at the obviously shy woman in her arms and fished her out a little. Seeing her twist her slender waist, trying her best to drill back into her embrace, Jiang Yao originally wanted to ask if they could try. But after hesitating, she was too embarrassed to ask. She simply said, “Can I kiss you?”

Song Muyun paused. Her whole body became obedient again. Her eyes darted around as she mumbled softly, “If you want to kiss, then kiss. I said you don’t need to ask me.”

How could she be embarrassed to say that out loud?

Jiang Yao understood. She lowered her head to take those naturally rosy, thin lips into her mouth, using her teeth to gently rub against them.

Song Muyun was made very comfortable by her. Unconsciously, she hummed in her throat. When the kiss ended, the girl sat in her lap panting in small breaths. Her red lips were slightly swollen as Jiang Yao nuzzled against her.

“How does it feel? Can you accept it?”

Song Muyun nestled in her arms, obedient and at peace. Hearing this, she looked up in surprise. “What? Why ask that?”

They had kissed this morning, hadn’t they?

Did… did she still need to ask?

She was somewhat flustered, her cheeks thoroughly red.

Jiang Yao coaxed in a low voice, “We’ll take it step by step, slowly. I’m afraid if we’re too fast, it’ll scare you. We’ll start with kissing.”

She would kiss every inch of Muyun bit by bit, then slowly wait for Muyun to be willing to accept before they moved to the next step.

Although… although she really wanted to move to the next step immediately, seeing Muyun too scared to even look at the book, she laid that thought to rest. She couldn’t scare her. It wasn’t easy getting a wife; what if she scared her off?

Song Muyun was somewhat moved. She lifted a pair of beautiful eyes to look at Jiang Yao. A moment later, she lowered her head again, actively hugging her and whispering in her ear, “As long as it’s you, I won’t be scared.”

Jiang Yao’s heart stirred. In the next instant, the little lady actively climbed onto her shoulders, lifted her slender, beautiful neck, and kissed Jiang Yao on the lips. This was the first time she had kissed Jiang Yao while knowing full well Jiang Yao was sober. The moment she kissed, she couldn’t stop.

No matter how tough a person looked on the outside, their lips were soft.

Very good to suck on.

Song Muyun latched onto that lower lip, sucking on it again and again. She kissed earnestly, closing her eyes, her expression joyful and settled—like someone who had been drifting without support for a long time and had finally found a home.

Jiang Yao twisted to press her onto the bed, staring at her with reddened eyes. But Song Muyun seemed unaware, continuing to kiss Jiang Yao, again and again. Jiang Yao’s voice was muffled and carried a slight tremor of excitement. She asked, “Then I… can I use what I just saw in the book once?”

Before her voice even faded, Song Muyun instantly sobered up. She glared at her and refused. “No! You aren’t allowed to do that. We have to go to the bed. Anywhere else is not allowed.”

Her cheeks were white flushed with red, her eyelashes trembling. She was very nervous, terrified that Jiang Yao really wanted to follow the book. That… that kind of place, how could it be used for such lewd acts?

Although Jiang Yao felt it was a pity, she hadn’t done those thrilling things either. Better to start with something less thrilling.

Step by step, right? To avoid scaring Muyun so she wouldn’t yield to her in the future.

She lowered her head and asked, “Then should I close the window?”

Song Muyun suddenly looked up, staring at her in shock, as if she hadn’t expected her to ask such a question.

Not close the window? Was she crazy?!

The little lady was mortified to death. “Of course you have to close it! If you keep acting like this, I’m ignoring you!”

She felt Jiang Yao knew better but was deliberately teasing her!

However, Jiang Yao was currently focused entirely on the upcoming pleasure, and her brain wasn’t turning corners very well. Hearing she wanted it closed, she hurriedly hugged the person and crawled over together to shut it. Then, holding her in her arms, she went to close the door, carefully supporting her bottom and instructing the maids not to disturb them unless it was urgent.

Song Muyun was carried back and forth in Jiang Yao’s arms, looking blank. She… she had intended for Jiang Yao to go close it herself. She didn’t expect Jiang Yao to take her along…

“You really are…”

She spoke softly but didn’t finish. Jiang Yao pretended not to hear, hugging her and pressing her onto the bed.

Ink-black hair spread out, covering almost half the bed.

Every part of the woman’s face was exquisitely beautiful; a standard beauty.

Jiang Yao looked for a while, unable to resist lowering her head to kiss her. She kissed her face, lips, and neck repeatedly, leaving a patch of red marks on her snow-white chest.

There were only the two of them in the room. Song Muyun relaxed her guard slightly, panting in small gasps, pleasant whimpers escaping her lips.

Jiang Yao sat up and helped remove her socks, revealing the woman’s snow-white, tender, slender feet. The beauty was beautiful from head to toe. A pair of jade feet, pink where they should be pink, white where they should be white. They felt excellent in Jiang Yao’s hand, and she couldn’t help but knead them twice.

Song Muyun’s body trembled slightly. she was exceptionally unable to handle Jiang Yao doing this.

Her body had long broken out in a fine layer of sweat. As if in extreme endurance, she curled her toes and kicked Jiang Yao’s leg. Jiang Yao understood immediately, pressing her body forward to pin her down again, going back to kiss her. Song Muyun’s lips were swollen from kissing, and she dodged, not allowing her to kiss anymore.

She hadn’t removed her dress. Winter skirts were so complicated and heavy, but Jiang Yao ignored it, secretly bullying her.

…

A long time later, Muyun’s tears flowed line after line, almost running dry. Finally, Jiang Yao dared not bully her anymore. Just as she was about to end it, a knock sounded at the door. Her mood interrupted, she was about to be displeased when she heard the maid’s rather nervous voice. “Miss, Miss Muyun’s medicine is ready.”

Medicine? What medicine again? Oh, right, the medicine to regulate her body.

The girl in her arms had long since softened into a puddle of water. Jiang Yao made one final small movement, causing her legs to tremble, and she buried her face in Jiang Yao’s chest, sobbing, her crying voice unable to settle for a long time.

The maid waited outside until she finally heard her Miss speak. “Come in.”

She lowered her head and entered. The furnishings in the room were as usual. Both young ladies were sitting on the bed. Miss Muyun had her face buried, seemingly unwell.

Zhu Yue, who came to deliver the medicine today, paused slightly upon seeing this and couldn’t help but ask, “Is Miss Muyun feeling unwell? Does this servant need to call the residence doctor?”

She leaned against Jiang Yao, who felt the stiffness of her body most directly. Jiang Yao hurriedly hugged her tighter and spoke for her. “It’s nothing, she’s just a bit sleepy. Put the medicine there, close the door, and leave.”

“Yes.”

The maid accepted the order and left. Before leaving, her peripheral vision fell on the clothes Song Muyun had hanging off the side of the bed. She felt the color of that skirt hem was darker than usual.

But the affairs of the young ladies were not for her to gossip about.

She pretended she saw nothing.

Jiang Yao was in the room carefully coaxing the person, adopting a lowly posture others had never seen. “I was wrong, I won’t bully you again, don’t cry.”

“My heart aches when you cry. Stop crying, okay?”

If Song Muyun turned to the left, she followed to the left to coax. If Song Muyun turned to the right, she followed to the right. The little lady was aggrieved, tears falling straight down, her eyes red and swollen—all from crying just now.

She still felt numb down there… It went on for so long, again and again. Although there wasn’t discomfort, that sensation was too scary. It was as if she were floating in the clouds. She had never experienced it before. Her heart full of panic, she wanted to escape but was imprisoned by Jiang Yao.

She sniffled, turning sideways to avoid looking at Jiang Yao. Jiang Yao picked up the medicine set aside, stirred it twice to dissipate the heat, and brought it before her. “Even if you don’t want to talk to me, you still have to drink the medicine. Be good.”

She wanted Song Muyun to drink the medicine. Song Muyun sniffled as she took the bowl, asking hoarsely, “Where are the preserved fruits?”

She used to drink medicine without preserved fruits, but ever since meeting Jiang Yao, she had to eat them every time she drank medicine.

Otherwise, she would feel aggrieved and make a fuss.

Jiang Yao fished out a preserved fruit from the tray and held it to Song Muyun’s lips. The little lady parted her lips, obediently drank a large mouthful of medicine, and then held the fruit in her mouth to chew, removing the bitterness at the root of her tongue.

“I haven’t bought this kind of preserved fruit before. Is it good?”

The little lady’s eyes were still red. While continuing to sniffle, she nodded. Perhaps because she had cried for so long, her voice was increasingly hoarse. “It’s good.”

“Mn, as long as it’s good. If it’s good, I’ll buy it for you again next time. Don’t cry, baby, don’t cry.”

“Mn.”

Song Muyun had actually cried enough. Having cried from just now until now, she shifted her body and hid in Jiang Yao’s arms. As Jiang Yao smoothed her hair stroke by stroke, she whispered an accusation, “You were too bad. You made me feel so uncomfortable.”

“Only uncomfortable? No comfort?”

Jiang Yao asked.

Song Muyun stopped talking.

Her upbringing since childhood made it impossible for her to lie, but… but to tell Jiang Yao it was comfortable was simply too shameful.

“Alright, today was my first attempt. I got a little greedy and playful. I won’t dare do it again. Don’t be angry, okay?”

Jiang Yao patted Song Muyun gently, hoping to earn forgiveness. Otherwise, she feared she would be like the woman in the storybook who offended her wife and couldn’t get into bed at night.

Luckily, Muyun’s temper wasn’t that big. After being held and coaxed for a while, she was soothed. With red eyes, she reached out for a hug.

Jiang Yao didn’t want to make her unhappy either, so she raised her arms and embraced her fully.

She ordered hot water. The little lady had been bullied thoroughly by her; her whole body was covered in sweat and strange fluids. She had to wash it off, or sleeping would be uncomfortable.

When they were at the palace, they had already bathed together. Back then, they were just friends. Now that they had confessed their feelings, there was no reason not to bathe together.

Jiang Yao got into the slightly hot water first. Song Muyun entered after her. Having been bullied many times, she was soft all over, especially her legs and feet; she could barely stand steady. She was carried into the wooden tub by Jiang Yao holding her legs, washing away the stickiness on her body.

The woman’s body was fair and soft. Nestled in Jiang Yao’s arms, her delicate bottom was kneaded by Jiang Yao’s misbehaving hands.

Just as Song Muyun was about to scold her, Jiang Yao began to soothe her. “I won’t bully you, I won’t bully you today. It’s all swollen. I should buy you some medicine. I’ll buy you medicine tomorrow, okay?”

She had to swallow her fierce words, instead latching onto the sentence about buying medicine, unhappy. “Who buys medicine for this kind of thing? You are not allowed to go. If you go, I’ll die of embarrassment.”

Everyone in the capital knew Jiang Yao was a mirror grinder with her. If Jiang Yao went to buy medicine for injuries down there, wouldn’t that just prove she had injured her?!

Song Muyun couldn’t handle it just thinking about it.

Her reaction was intense, so Jiang Yao could only agree for the time being. “Okay, I won’t buy it.”

I’ll secretly ask a friend for some.

The so-called asking a friend meant that the next day, Jiang Yao came back from Yan Jin’s place with a lot of medicine.

Yan Jin even looked at Jiang Yao teasingly, asking if it was for Muyun.

After getting an affirmative answer, she revealed a “I knew it” expression.

Saying they’re just good friends with her mouth—hmph, she didn’t believe it. Who sticks to their good friend every day? Who treats a good friend this well?

When Jiang Yao came back with the medicine, Song Muyun had just woken up. She wasn’t wearing any clothes, only a pink Dudou¹⁰, sitting on the bed with an ugly expression.

Hearing the door open, she immediately looked over with a dark face. Upon seeing Jiang Yao walk in, the pale-faced, slender woman angrily grabbed Jiang Yao’s pillow and threw it with all her might, accompanied by a fierce, “You still know to come back!”

Jiang Yao hurriedly caught the pillow in a panic. The bundle of things almost fell to the ground; luckily, she was steady enough.

After catching the pillow, her whole body relaxed. She placed the things on the table and walked over helplessly. “Ah Yun, what’s wrong? You’re here, of course I know to come back.”

This was the intimate nickname she fell in love with last night. Call it once, and the little lady’s bottom would tremble once. Extremely cute.

Not only calling Ah Yun made her tremble, calling Xiao Yun’er made her tremble too. Tsk, stop, can’t think about it anymore, or I won’t be able to resist making her cry again.

Song Muyun hugged her knees and sat further inside the bed, not wanting to pay attention to this person who went back on her word.

Jiang Yao took out a box of medicine from the bundle and followed Song Muyun onto the bed. She hid, so Jiang Yao chased. There was no way she could escape. In a few moves, she had the person in her arms.

“What exactly is wrong? I went out to get you medicine. Quick, let me see if it’s still swollen?”

After speaking, Jiang Yao tried to peel off her inner pants.

It scared Song Muyun so much she nearly disregarded her image and leaped up.

However, she could only leap into Jiang Yao’s arms. She was already used to letting Jiang Yao protect her.

Unfortunately, the person scaring her now was precisely Jiang Yao.

The girl’s water-like eyes stared at Jiang Yao, refusing to let her touch, her expression nervous. “Where… where did you get the medicine?”

It wasn’t bought, was it?

Song Muyun was terrified.

Jiang Yao quickly denied it. “I asked a friend for it, I didn’t buy it outside. She won’t tell anyone else. Don’t be afraid. Let me see, hmm?”

“Which friend did you ask? You weren’t here early in the morning just to go find a friend?”

Song Muyun hadn’t seen Jiang Yao when she woke up. The covers were ice cold, and her mood was very bad.

She even felt aggrieved.

She had just given herself to this person, and this was how she was treated.

“Mn, you know her too. Yan Jin. I asked her for some medicine.”

Jiang Yao didn’t hide it. She showed her the medicine, but inexplicably, Song Muyun’s face looked even worse. She hadn’t forgotten what Yan Jin said to Jiang Yao before they left Yueshang House.

“You aren’t allowed to go find her alone in the future.”

Song Muyun wouldn’t let Jiang Yao hug her, retreating a little, her voice muffled.

Jiang Yao heard this but didn’t react to the why, staring blankly as she was pushed away. But she agreed to her words very quickly. “Okay, I won’t go next time. If I go, I’ll take you with me.”

She was very sensible, going along with whatever she wanted. Even if Song Muyun was unhappy, she couldn’t get angry at her anymore.

She could only mutter softly, “You promised me that originally, but you still went secretly by yourself.”

“I saw you were sleeping soundly and couldn’t bear to disturb you. Come here for a hug?”

She opened her arms. Seeing this, Song Muyun’s eyes lit up, and she pasted herself over on her own, rubbing into Jiang Yao’s embrace.

“Can I help you apply the medicine now?”

Jiang Yao whispered against her ear.

Song Muyun’s jade-white ears turned a crimson red. She gripped Jiang Yao’s fingers, refusing to let go. “I don’t hurt anymore.”

“I still have to look. What if it’s still swollen? I was a bit greedy yesterday.”

It was her first time doing this kind of thing. Her curiosity had been piqued, and she did it again and again, hurting her. She still remembered the redness and swelling from last night; she had to take another look to be at ease.

Jiang Yao’s eyes were clear, looking straight at Song Muyun.

Song Muyun’s whole body went rigid. The two locked eyes, stalemated for a moment, before she accepted defeat. Her rosy lips moved, her voice as thin as a mosquito’s buzz. Fortunately, Jiang Yao had good hearing and heard her say clearly:

“Then… then you look from further away. Don’t get so close.”

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The author has something to say:

Earlier than yesterday, making progress! Also made a new cover for the weak concubine-born sister, go take a look~

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