Is It Forbidden to Bully the Heroine of the Novel? - Chapter 40
Chapter 40
The sky had completely darkened, and Jiang Yao couldn’t see the patterns on the Novel anymore. Finally, she stopped, holding the Novel and staring blankly ahead where no one was.
Meng Lichu had initially stayed to keep Jiang Yao company while she looked, but doing nothing and just accompanying someone was too boring for her.
She pulled out a Novel for herself and had been flipping through it. By now, she was feeling quite intrigued and was in urgent need of a woman to have some fun with.
If Jiang Yao hadn’t still been there, she would have already called back her attendants.
“Miss Jiang, have you understood how women can have fun together?”
“If you have, then leave quickly, quickly, quickly! Don’t disturb my fun!”
Jiang Yao nodded in a daze, still somewhat incredulous, murmuring, “Women… can really be like this?”
“Of course, men can have fun together, so why can’t women? There are plenty of ways if you want.”
For some reason, Jiang Yao’s mind flashed with the elegant and peerless face of Song Muyun. She quickly shook her head after snapping out of it, almost slapping herself. What are you thinking? Muyun is into men in the story, she even likes Murong Qing. Are you going crazy, imagining her like that?
The previous excitement was immediately suppressed.
The Novel was tucked away by someone with an expressionless and even somewhat serious demeanor. Meng Lichu just silently watched her until Jiang Yao spoke up, “Lord Meng, could I borrow this Novel to take a look at it at home?”
Lord Meng looked at her with the Novel snug against her chest, then at her smiling face. She probably had no room to refuse, right?
Fine, it’s just a Novel. She hadn’t expected Miss Jiang to be so clueless about this matter, but it’d give her something to talk about with her friends later.
Lord Meng inwardly chuckled and graciously said, “It’s just a Novel. If one isn’t enough, I have more. You don’t need to be polite.”
Too much greed leads to inability to digest it all, but Jiang Yao took the Novel and with it carried her brain, excited by this newfound discovery.
Outside, after being hit by a cold wind, she finally calmed down.
She hid the Novel well and planned to study it at home.
She didn’t like women; she was just curious about something she hadn’t seen before, Jiang Yao thought.
On the other hand, at Yue Shangfang(Moonrise Pavillion), Song Muyun had also almost finished half of a Novel. A female general disguised as a man, topping the imperial exams, marrying a princess, freely toying with her as her daughter… Not just the princess, but also the palace maids, visiting ladies, and even the empress, she hadn’t spared any of them…
The impact of this kind of Novel on Song Muyun’s understanding was tremendous. From the beginning to the middle, the blush on her cheeks never subsided, and her slender eyelashes fluttered.
Her heart thumped as if it would jump out of her chest.
How could there be such blasphemous sketches? The empress is the mother of the nation… It’s a grave crime to deceive the ruler.
But this, this was too much. Every scene in the Novel could be called debauchery. Could women really act like this with each other?
Yan Jin, with her lustrous black hair and a face as beautiful as a lotus, had finished her makeup. She was used to surviving in the pleasure quarters, casually casting seductive glances at people. Just like now, she glanced at Song Muyun, her moist lips slightly curling, “What’s wrong? Haven’t seen something like this before? Or is it that the young miss who grew up studying classics and Confucian teachings can’t accept these?”
As soon as she spoke, Song Muyun immediately detached herself from the world inside the Novel. She abruptly placed the Novel face down on the table, her cheeks as red as if they had been burned. Extremely embarrassed, she dared not answer Yan Jin’s questions. She glanced outside; it was already dark. Jiang Yao might be waiting for her in her room. She quickly stood up and softly said, “I trouble Elder Sister Yan Jin today. I, I have something to attend to and must go back.”
With her face red and head bowed, she was about to leave when Yan Jin stopped her. “Hey, wait. Is Miss Jiang waiting for you in your room?”
Song Muyun’s ten slender fingers were entangled, and after a moment, she nodded slightly towards Yan Jin.
After having seen such a Novel, involving women with women, she couldn’t think about Jiang Yao. Just thinking about Jiang Yao made her already fast-beating heart pound even faster.
Yan Jin raised an eyebrow and asked her, “So, having seen this today, are you going to do something with Miss Jiang when you go back?”
Song Muyun trembled all over, incredulously looking at Yan Jin.
At this moment, she actually understood Yan Jin’s implication, but how could she think of such a relationship between her and Jiang Yao?
Between her and Jiang Yao, it was purely innocent. Jiang Yao was a good person who saved her from danger. She couldn’t repay her kindness by sullying Jiang Yao’s reputation.
Moreover… Jiang Yao might not even like women, right?
Ordinary women usually prefer men, don’t they?
She was from a prestigious family, how could the daughter of a prime minister possibly like women? Wouldn’t that invite criticism?
Song Muyun shook her head hesitantly and said with some confidence, “Elder Sister Yan Jin, please don’t mention this again. There is nothing between Miss Jiang and me, not now, not in the future.”
Yan Jin was momentarily stunned, her brows slightly furrowed. This girl, raised sheltered in the inner chambers, was indeed naive. Now that she had fallen into the pleasure quarters, it was fortunate that she was taken care of by the Prime Minister’s daughter, but she needed to quickly grasp her, or else, once Jiang Yao grew tired of her, what kind of situation would she be in?
The Seventh Prince had no intention of letting her go. Had she forgotten her previous hellish life?
“Don’t you like Miss Jiang?” Yan Jin asked.
Song Muyun hesitated and shook her head, speaking with a bit of conviction, “Like, it’s just the normal liking between friends.”
“It’s useless talking to you. Well, suit yourself. But I must remind you, Yue Shangfang isn’t a good place. You’re safe now with Miss Jiang protecting you. But if one day she stops protecting you, what kind of life will we lead? You, too, as a woman in the pleasure quarters, have no choice.”
Yan Jin sighed, hoping Song Muyun could understand on her own. If there was a chance, she should seize it. After all, the Prime Minister’s influence was strong. What if she could rescue her?
Who knows what really happens once you’ve entered Jiang Yao’s chambers, right?
However, Song Muyun pursed her lips. After hearing her, her face showed some fear but she still shook her head firmly. “Thank you. I should go now.”
Yan Jin:…
She didn’t seem to take in a single word.
Well, forget about it. She was just trying to warn her since it seemed like they weren’t on the same page. Since she wasn’t listening, let her be.
Yan Jin waved her hand. “Then go back quickly. I need to rest too. These past few days have been exhausting for me.”
Song Muyun nodded, leaving. She closed the door behind Yan Jin and walked slowly toward her own courtyard in the night.
All she could think of was the style of the Novel she had just seen—women with women. She had never known about such things before.
Lost in thought, she imagined the female general who had been embracing her and touching her in the drawings suddenly morphing into Jiang Yao’s face. It was a momentary shock for Song Muyun.
Thinking of Jiang Yao, looking at the pitch-black sky, more than an hour had passed since she left. Wouldn’t Jiang Yao have been waiting for her in her courtyard for a long time?
She had said she’d come after sending off Ruer, and she must have arrived.
Frowning deeply, Song Muyun quickened her pace towards her own courtyard, not wanting to keep Jiang Yao waiting any longer.
At the end of the corridor was the area where the Yue Shangfang entertained guests. Lights were on inside, and laughter could be heard faintly.
She paid little attention, just wanting to find Jiang Yao. But from the other side of the corridor came a surprised female voice, “Muyun?”
Song Muyun paused, instinctively looked up, and saw a vague figure. She tentatively called out, “Jiang Yao?”
Jiang Yao walked a few steps closer, still in the darkness, but she accurately found Song Muyun’s soft fingers, tightly holding them in her hand, complaining, “Is Yue Shangfang really this poor? I almost couldn’t find you without any lanterns on the way.”
With the familiar voice in her ears, Song Muyun’s wildly beating heart gradually calmed down with her words. She lightly shook the hand holding hers, smiling gently, “You found me, didn’t you?”
She thought Jiang Yao had been waiting in her room. She had been thinking about how to explain her absence, but unexpectedly, Jiang Yao had come back with her.
Song Muyun obediently followed behind Jiang Yao, being led by her hand, following her like a child.
“Where did you go just now?”
After a while, Jiang Yao still asked. Song Muyun’s body stiffened, and the hand being held also tensed, fingertips curling slightly.
“I saw you didn’t come from your courtyard.”
Perhaps she had some suspicions, Jiang Yao began to explain.
Lowering her head, Song Muyun nervously gave herself a reason, “I heard that Sister Yan Jin is extremely skilled in embroidery, so I went to learn a bit from her.”
Jiang Yao: “You want to embroider something again?”
She had already anticipated that she would be neglected again.
Song Muyun, sitting there embroidering, would just throw her a book and let her entertain herself. She couldn’t read anywhere else. Now that Song Muyun was here, why did she still want to read a book?
Jiang Yao had been suppressing her anger for a long time.
“Well, I want to finish embroidering quickly.”
“Oh, what do you want to embroider?”
Walking along the path, Jiang Yao asked one question after another.
“I want to embroider a purse.”
Jiang Yao continued to hum discontentedly, expressing her dissatisfaction. As she kicked the door open, she said, “Don’t I give you enough money for your purse? Just buy one!”
All her purses were bought! For a few copper coins, she could get a purse, and even the fanciest one would only cost a couple silver coins at most. But to embroider a purse would take several days, and there was no guarantee it would turn out well. Why make herself toil so hard?
Jiang Yao couldn’t understand.
Song Muyun, standing in front of the candle stand, lit each candle one by one, speaking with her back turned, her voice carrying a slight, unintentional softness, “You give me a lot of money, enough to buy many purses. But I want to make it myself. Go ask around outside; which woman buys a purse with money?”
Jiang Yao, with her sternly beautiful face, immediately sagged. “If you’re making a purse, what about me? I’m so bored.”
Approaching Song Muyun from behind, Jiang Yao suddenly stuck close to her. In an instant, Song Muyun recalled the intimate scenes between women from the Novel. Her narrow phoenix eyes widened slightly, and she moved away abruptly, freeing herself and walking to the desk. “Don’t touch things here; there’s a book. When you’re free, just read it.”
She thought she couldn’t openly cuddle Jiang Yao for the time being. Having seen that kind of Novel, she knew that women could also be intimate with each other. She realized that her relationship with Jiang Yao had long surpassed the boundaries of mere friendship.
Even her parents, as formal a couple as they were, weren’t as intimate as them.
Jiang Yao just didn’t know that women could also be so close, leading to misunderstandings. So she needed to be careful not to let Jiang Yao misunderstand.
Previously, Song Muyun had heard the phrase ‘grinding mirrors’ and knew what it meant, but she always thought… ‘grinding mirrors’ was just two women living together as close friends, never thought it could be more than that.
The more she thought, the more a rosy blush spread over her originally fair face.
Her fingers nervously clenched.
Jiang Yao wasn’t as innocent as Song Muyun had imagined. She now knew about relationships between women. Although it was just a while ago, the reason she was still close to Song Muyun was that she considered herself upright and had no ulterior motives. In her mind, cuddling between friends was acceptable. She was solely focused on pulling Song Muyun out of the mud that was Murong Qing. She hadn’t thought of anything else. In the Novel, Song Muyun clearly liked men, and she didn’t like anyone. Since Song Muyun liked men, why couldn’t they be close together?
Only when two women who liked ‘grinding mirrors’ were together did they need to be cautious.
“You didn’t mind me being handsy during the day, and now your face has changed so quickly.”
Jiang Yao grumbled discontentedly, taking a Novel that was hastily handed to her. The voice was alluring and flirtatious, quite enticing. “Ah, stop it. Daytime is daytime, now is now. Don’t touch me again. Just read your Novel.”
Jiang Yao glared at her, getting more powerful. She had learned to use Song Muyun’s words against her.
Inconsistent actions are not something a decent person does!
Hmph, fine, she won’t touch her. Who cares?
Holding the Novel, she lay on the soft couch without a word, ignoring Song Muyun.
Seeing her stop being unreasonable, Song Muyun breathed a sigh of relief. She picked up a basket of needles and thread, sitting next to Jiang Yao to continue making that purse.
But Jiang Yao glanced at her sitting down and immediately moved to the other end of the soft couch.
She made her displeasure quite evident.
Song Muyun’s hand, holding the embroidery, tightened involuntarily. Subconsciously, she looked up, her thin lips forming a straight line. She thought, ‘Is Jiang Yao angry again? Why is she so easily angered? I… I didn’t say anything. Just not allowing her to touch me has made her angry?’
But we’re just friends, not lovers. Friends don’t cuddle all day. Even Yan Jin misunderstood.
Thinking of Yan Jin saying today that she didn’t believe they had done anything, she couldn’t help but wonder if others also had the same thoughts as Yan Jin. Wouldn’t she harm Jiang Yao’s reputation? Jiang Yao hadn’t married yet, and having a ‘grinding mirrors’ reputation was definitely not a good thing.
Song Muyun decided for herself. She couldn’t interact with Jiang Yao as she used to.
But now, she just avoided her for a while, and Jiang Yao was already upset, not talking to her, not even willing to sit with her.
Lost in thought, her fingertips, blushing slightly, were suddenly pricked by a needle. She shuddered, calling out softly.
Song Muyun had been a bit absent-minded and forgot to move her hand away while putting the needle in.
Tiny droplets of blood oozed from her fingertip. She looked up to find Jiang Yao lying lazily on the couch, holding a book, her eyes looking at her.
“What happened?”
She asked, probably still feeling sulky, which made her voice sound a bit cold.
Song Muyun bit her lower lip lightly. Her eyes suddenly misted up, extending her reddened fingertip, speaking pitifully, “Jiang Yao, I accidentally pricked myself, and I’m bleeding.”
Not only her tone was pitiful, but her complexion was also quite pathetic, her eyes misty as if tears were about to fall at any moment.
But… it was just a small injury. Was it worth crying over?
Jiang Yao initially wanted to ask if it hurt that much, but Song Muyun’s expression was too pitiable. She hesitated for a moment, then got up to fetch the medicine. She grumbled dissatisfiedly as she searched, “I told you not to do it, but you insisted. Now look, you’re bleeding. You brought it on yourself!”
Not sure since when Song Muyun had become adept at playing the victim, seeing a slight softening in Jiang Yao’s icy expression, she felt relieved. So, she acted even more pitifully, furrowing her eyebrows and dragging her injured hand, complaining, “I hurt my hand, are you going to scold me?”
When Jiang Yao heard this, she shut her mouth. Not because of anything else, but she was afraid Song Muyun might cry later. She was really easy to cry.
Honestly helping her find the medicine, handing it to her, Song Muyun, afraid that Jiang Yao was still angry, deliberately turned her head away from her, speaking so softly that it could be swept away by a gust of wind, extremely gentle, “I’m afraid of pain and dare not look. Can you help me with the medicine?”
Jiang Yao glanced at her, finding nothing wrong. She wiped away the tiny blood drops from Song Muyun’s fingertip with a cloth while grumbling discontentedly, “So delicate.”
Song Muyun’s body tensed slightly for a moment, then relaxed. She thought it’s okay to be delicate; as long as Jiang Yao wasn’t angry, it was fine.
For some reason, she was really afraid of Jiang Yao getting angry.
Whenever Jiang Yao was upset, she would eagerly want to coax her, but unfortunately, she was not good with words. And every time, it was her who provoked Jiang Yao, leading to her anger. She didn’t know how to appease her.
The fine powder sprinkled on her fingertips stung a bit. Song Muyun bit her lip, enduring it. She knew, surely no one liked pain…
After sprinkling the medicine powder, Jiang Yao wrapped a piece of fine cloth around the wound. “Tsk, it’s done. Are you still going to embroider?”
After finishing up, she stood up and looked down at Song Muyun.
Song Muyun pursed her lips lightly and carefully tugged at Jiang Yao’s sleeve, “I’m almost done with the embroidery. How about I accompany you to read the Novel later?”
“Tsk, that Novel is so ugly. I don’t need you to accompany me. Go on and do your embroidery.”
Jiang Yao glanced at the embroidery again. She had no expertise in all these flowers and plants, couldn’t discern what flower Song Muyun was embroidering. But if she insisted on doing it, let her do it.
She dragged a stool and sat on the side, a bit closer to Song Muyun but not as close as they usually sat.
This was exactly what Song Muyun wanted, but when she actually did it, distancing herself from Jiang Yao, it felt like claws were scratching inside her, not lightly, but deeply.
It hurt, it was uncomfortable.
Song Muyun quickly lowered her head, covering her slightly reddened eyes.
Jiang Yao sat on the small stool, her hands supporting her chin, bored enough to start recalling the contents of the book “Spring Chamber Records.”
It was a story about two courtesans.
Had they been loved by someone, they wouldn’t have become courtesans. The Novel portrayed two lonely souls seeking solace in each other.
Girls without love, in the hell-like world of courtesans, fell for someone who cared for them. In the embrace of different positions, their love deepened, unable to bear the involuntary life in the brothel. So, they started saving money and escaped together.
The story ended there, and she hadn’t continued reading. Now, she had an itch to read further, to know if they could completely escape and how many surprises were left for her?
The person who drew the Novel must have been extremely skilled to portray every detail of their expressions and even those postures…
The postures were quite novel, ones she hadn’t seen before.
The young miss from the Prime Minister’s residence seemed aloof but was actually not particularly insightful about anything. Neither she nor Jiang Huailiang or Qingyin had any thoughts. They were all reserved and restrained. It wasn’t worth her effort to figure them out.
The majority of the embroidery was done; soon, she’d finish the final stitch. Song Muyun completed the embroidery, put away the thread, and looked at the idle young miss on the stool.
“Jiang Yao, if you don’t like that book, I have another one. Shall I bring it for you to see?”
Jiang Yao moved her chin slightly, glanced at Song Muyun, and sullenly declined, “No need, I’m tired and want to sleep. I don’t want to see it.”
“Then let me help you with hot water.” Initially, she had asked her not to be handsy, seemed a bit distant, and now, she wanted to fetch hot water for her.
So fickle.
Jiang Yao stood up, slightly taller than Song Muyun, so she glanced down at her. Song Muyun looked up at her, eyes twinkling with a hint of nervousness, eyelashes trembling lightly, hands quietly clutching the sleeve.
Sharp as she was, Jiang Yao noticed her nervousness.
“W-what’s wrong?” Her speech even stuttered a bit.
Jiang Yao snorted a couple of times, “No need. I paid the servant to bring some hot water. Your little arms and legs can’t handle hot water; it might be heavier than you.”
She teased Song Muyun playfully.
“Oh.”
With nothing for her to do, Song Muyun felt a bit downcast. She lowered her head, revealing only her dark head. Jiang Yao wanted to touch her, then remembered Song Muyun’s reluctance to cuddle. She hesitated, then put her hand down.
Song Muyun, looking down, could see Jiang Yao’s hand. She watched her actions carefully, feeling a pang of disappointment that spread throughout her body.
But she didn’t say anything, letting Jiang Yao call the servant to bring hot water.
After Jiang Yao finished washing, feeling refreshed, she rolled onto the bed while the servant came in to change the water and wash Song Muyun.
Song Muyun glanced at Jiang Yao, who was rolling around on the bed, wondering what was so fun about it, like a child.
She went inside to wash herself, hearing the sound of water beside her. She didn’t pay much attention, just lay in bed, warming it up for the other person.
She also locked the door, waiting for Song Muyun to come out and sleep.
In less than a quarter of an hour, the woman behind the screen stood up, and there was the sound of water splashing down heavily.
Jiang Yao had good ears, and she heard everything clearly.
Song Muyun finished dressing, came out from behind the screen, her ink-black hair slightly damp, casually draped behind her waist. She knelt on the bed as if she was about to lie down, but Jiang Yao quickly stopped her, “Hey, why the rush? Your hair isn’t dry yet. Do you want a headache tomorrow?”
She’s concerned about me?
This realization eased some of Song Muyun’s tension. She softened her expression and said gently, “I’m fine, won’t get a headache. Aren’t you tired?”
She thought Jiang Yao was already sleepy and should go to bed early.
But how could Jiang Yao leave this matter unattended?
She frowned, “Go get a clean cloth; I’ll dry it for you. You’re so young and already so careless about your health. When you’re older and have headaches, it won’t be pleasant.”
Song Muyun couldn’t argue with her, so she just smiled faintly, went to get the cloth, and sat on the edge of the bed. Jiang Yao took the cloth and gently dried Song Muyun’s damp hair, wiping away all the water before allowing her to lie down.
The bed was already warmed by the body heat of the person who was always in it. Song Muyun felt the warmth enveloping her as soon as she lay down, instinctively moving closer to the warmest spot.
Jiang Yao pulled out a Novel from under the pillow and sat on the bed to read. Song Muyun took the initiative to move closer, and as she was about to lean on Jiang Yao’s shoulder, Jiang Yao dodged away.
Song Muyun paused for a moment; a corner of the sheet had inadvertently been clenched in her hand, crumpled.
“Luckily, I left the Novel I didn’t finish last time.”
She subtly implied that the Novel Song Muyun had bought wasn’t good, so she could only read the one from the last time.
Song Muyun’s mind had drifted off. She gazed vacantly ahead until she heard Jiang Yao’s words, then responded, “Next time, you accompany me to buy it. You accompany me, and then we won’t pick something that’s not good-looking.”
“Okay, I’ll take you out for a stroll tomorrow.”
It had been several days since Song Muyun had been out, staying cooped up in the courtyard every day was getting suffocating.
“Good.”
The two were reading a book called ‘Gentleman’s Cherished Love.’ The male lead was the eldest son of the Prime Minister’s residence. But halfway through, Jiang Yao couldn’t help but furrow her brows, “Why do they keep describing this male lead as short and slender? How can someone short and still be the male lead?”
She was shocked. However, no matter what, shouldn’t the male lead be a bit taller? How could a short person be the male lead? How could he match the female lead?
Even Murong Qing isn’t short!
Song Muyun also felt something was off, but she advised Jiang Yao, “Read a bit more; the writing is quite good.”
Indeed, the author’s penmanship was impressive. Jiang Yao patiently read until the end, only to discover that this ‘gentleman’ was actually a woman disguised as a man, while the female lead was a genuine woman. They were actually wearing mirrors…
No wonder the ‘male lead’ always said he wanted to find a bigger match for the female lead…
So, there was no ‘thing’…
Both of them were dumbfounded. After a while, Jiang Yao angrily tossed the book aside, “Damn it, using this name to deceive me!”
There were indeed books about women disguised as men available, just a bit rarer and harder to sell than usual. But did they have to deceive with false advertising?
Damn it.
While she seethed, she didn’t notice the side of Song Muyun’s face turning from the snow-white neck to the fair cheeks, the tips of her ears tinted a light red. Song Muyun wondered, why, why was it so coincidental? The eldest son of the Prime Minister’s residence, a woman disguised as a man, wouldn’t that be the young miss from the Prime Minister’s residence?
She couldn’t help but glance at the real young miss from the Prime Minister’s residence.
Her rosy lips pursed lightly. How could the young miss from the Prime Minister’s residence be someone wearing mirrors?
Jiang Yao had never said she liked women; she, she should like men, right?
For some reason, Song Muyun felt a bit disheartened. The blush faded from her face, and the hand hidden under the blanket lightly touched Jiang Yao, “Forget it, let’s buy a new one tomorrow. Let’s rest now; it’s late. You have to go back to the Jiang residence tomorrow, right?”
Jiang Yao had come here to sleep with her, afraid she might have nightmares. The General Longhu was back, and she must be running back and forth every day. Resting poorly at night wouldn’t do.
That’s what Song Muyun thought.
Jiang Yao stayed angry for a while but then let it go. She didn’t dislike women disguised as men, just didn’t like being fooled, “Tsk, forget it, I’m going to sleep.”
She pulled back the covers and lay down, but only on her half of the bed. As Song Muyun moved closer, she turned away.
The little fairy rarely saw her back on the bed. Her eyes were moist, making it impossible for her to sleep.
She gently tapped Jiang Yao’s back.
Jiang Yao, without anyone in her embrace, also felt a bit uncomfortable. So she hadn’t slept yet. She grumbled, “What?”
In a low voice, Song Muyun asked, “Why are you sleeping with your back turned to me?”
As soon as Jiang Yao heard this, she became angry, but she had decent patience. She only showed a slightly harsh tone, “Didn’t you say you don’t like cuddling? Isn’t it perfect for you if I sleep facing away?”
Damn it, was it that her way of holding wasn’t right? Back at the border, those children all loved being hugged by her! Why didn’t Song Muyun like it!!!
As she said this, Song Muyun seemed a bit flustered, hastening to explain, “No, it’s not like that. I don’t dislike it.”
“I won’t listen, I won’t listen. You’re used to sweet-talking people. Last time, you said you didn’t
dislike it, and now you’re telling me not to cuddle.”
Jiang Yao covered her ears, refusing to listen to her. Song Muyun opened her mouth, wanting to explain her reasons for acting like this. But after hesitating for a while, she couldn’t say it.
Wasn’t this what she wanted?
Jiang Yao was still friends with her, still cared about her, and they still slept together, but there were no more overly intimate actions between them. After a while, if she asked for a slight explanation, others wouldn’t think she was wearing mirrors anymore. Wasn’t this just right?
The person who had just wanted to explain fell silent. In the end, she silently withdrew a bit.
Jiang Yao’s back suddenly felt empty, and the cool breeze could blow in. It made the person behind her shiver. She only heard her say softly, “Sorry.”
Starting and ending with different topics, and what was there to apologize for? She just didn’t like it, hadn’t done anything wrong. Jiang Yao was feeling impatient, burying her head in the pillow without responding.
She didn’t know when she fell asleep, only that it wasn’t yet dawn when a furry little thing with a sobbing voice jumped into her arms, hitting her chest and making it ache. Vaguely, she heard her saying she had another nightmare and asked her to hold her, not to scold her.
Author’s Note:
Yunyun: If I don’t hold Yao Yao, I’ll have nightmares. Yao Yao, hug me~
Yao Yao: (Cold face) (a bit hesitant) (okay, just one hug) (fine, since you’re so pitiful, a few more hugs won’t hurt.)