Is It Forbidden to Bully the Heroine of the Novel? - Chapter 60
Chapter 60
Later, when Jiang Yao looked up, she realized it wasn’t just the girl’s neck that was red. Her eyes were red too, looking pitifully at her.
Her heart ached so much that she hurriedly cupped Mu Yun’s face, asking her repeatedly, “What’s wrong, what’s wrong? Don’t cry, okay? Don’t you want to marry me? I’ll marry you, I’ll marry you, okay? Please don’t cry, it breaks my heart.”
Jiang Yao felt a sharp pain in her heart. She couldn’t bear to see Mu Yun cry.
Song Mu Yun sniffled, her nose red, and huffed, “You, you obviously like me, yet you kept trying to make me marry someone else.”
She felt so wronged, tears falling just thinking about it. It was all Jiang Yao’s doing, and she couldn’t refute it, only coax her, “It’s all my fault. I thought you wouldn’t like me. I won’t dare again, please forgive me, okay?”
Song Mu Yun couldn’t stop crying, sobbing quietly. Jiang Yao held her in her arms, her face pressed against hers wet with tears, feeling cold as she coaxed her. This intimate posture took a while to finally soothe her. Twisting her fingers nervously, Jiang Yao breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to wipe the wetness on her eyelashes, “I didn’t expect you to be such a crybaby when I first met you.”
Probably because they had confessed their love, Song Mu Yun became even more temperamental than before. Hearing this, she glared at Jiang Yao, “I cry because you bully me. If not for you, I wouldn’t cry!”
She refused to admit her tendency to cry easily, insisting it was Jiang Yao who bullied her first.
Jiang Yao gently caressed her back, silently accepting the blame.
“It’s all my fault, I apologize. I won’t bully you anymore, okay?”
Hearing her apology, Song Mu Yun felt a twinge of guilt in her heart. She often acted unreasonably, but Jiang Yao always indulged her, and was indulging her now too.
Jiang Yao was so good to her, she couldn’t find anyone better than Jiang Yao.
Song Mu Yun slowly wrapped her arms around Jiang Yao’s neck, softly and coquettishly saying, “That’s more like it. You have to carry me back.”
She nestled against Jiang Yao’s face, her voice soft.
She had long wanted this, to be carried by Jiang Yao, flaunting through the streets.
“Jiang Yao…”
She called softly, and as Jiang Yao lifted her, she looked down and asked, “What’s wrong? Are you so happy to be with me?”
She was certainly happy, unable to suppress the smile curling her lips.
Song Mu Yun gave her a light glare, her face red, hugging her without a word.
They didn’t encounter anyone on the way, and Jiang Yao carried her all the way back to the courtyard, carefully placing her on the soft couch.
The girl wore many layers, and it took quite some effort to carry her.
“This afternoon, I’ll take you to buy cakes and sugar-coated haws, and reward you with a sugar figure.”
“Okay, good.”
Song Mu Yun sat on the couch, behaving adorably.
Jiang Yao looked at her and felt an itch to tease her.
After a while, she leaned in carefully and asked, clearing her throat with seriousness, “Mu Yun.”
Song Mu Yun looked up at her, only to hear her ask, “Can I kiss you?”
???
Who asks that!
Her face turned even redder, glaring at Jiang Yao weakly.
Not understanding her glare and seeing her silent, Jiang Yao became anxious, “Can I kiss you or not, just say yes or no?”
“Why, why are you asking me?”
She turned her head away, and Jiang Yao, confused, thought who else should I ask, “I’m asking you, just tell me, can I or not? You kissed me last night, and I haven’t kissed you yet!”
The girl’s lips were cool and soft, so comfortable, and she didn’t want to be the only one kissed. She wanted to hold her head and kiss her too.
Reminded of last night, Song Mu Yun’s face reddened even more, hiding in her fluffy cloak, revealing only her shy and timid eyes, her voice tinged with shyness, “If you want to kiss, then kiss, why ask so many questions, are you annoying or not.”
Jiang Yao’s eyes brightened, and she pulled her into her arms, saying, “Not annoying, not annoying. You agreed I can kiss you, don’t get mad later.”
Song Mu Yun thought, what’s there to be mad about a kiss? Before she could finish the thought, her fluffy round head was held down by a hand, and those enticing red lips captured by another, instinctively holding her breath.
Jiang Yao, indulged, moved quickly, giving her no time to adapt.
She almost lost her strength instantly, collapsing into Jiang Yao’s arms.
Her hands, soft and weak, rested on her shoulders, held at the wrist by one hand, the other holding her sharp chin, forcing her to kiss back.
The taste inside those lips was wonderful. Last night, Song Mu Yun secretly kissed her lips with her tongue, and now she did the same, but the inexperienced girl, needing air after holding her breath, opened her lips to breathe, and Jiang Yao took the opportunity to sneak her tongue in, licking her. The girl opened her eyes wide in shock, her thick eyelashes trembling, her body turning softer, Jiang Yao holding those lips, kissing again and again, until they swelled, reluctantly leaving them but then fixating on her delicate chin.
She pecked lightly on the chin, then gently sucked on it, leaving a faint red mark.
The girl’s skin was tender, easily marked.
They didn’t know how long they kissed, changing positions a few times, until the maid entering to change the tea dropped a set of tea utensils in shock, and Jiang Yao finally let go.
Glancing briefly at the extremely panicked Cui Zhu, she waved her off, “Go and bring another pot of hot tea.”
“Yes, yes.”
Relieved she wasn’t blamed, Cui Zhu hurried off.
When she left, Jiang Yao looked down at the beauty in her arms, her eyelashes wet with tears, clumped together, the corners of her eyes tinged with pitiful redness, struggling for breath after being kissed, trying to catch her breath, then weakly beating Jiang Yao’s chest, “Bad person, you almost suffocated me.”
Jiang Yao kissed her again, biting her lips, now even more swollen.
Song Mu Yun was indignant, not wanting to deal with her, but Jiang Yao held her tightly.
Perhaps learning something from the kissing session, she whispered into Mu Yun’s ear, “Kissing is okay, so doing other things should be fine too, right?”
The girl’s eyes widened in shock, wanting to ask what she meant, but the next second, Jiang Yao’s kisses fell on her eyes, carefully kissing away the moisture, salty.
Song Mu Yun’s hand on her chest slowly clenched into a fist, her breathing unsteady, her voice hoarse, “Stop, don’t kiss anymore.”
Her heart was racing so fast, as if it would burst out.
But Jiang Yao wouldn’t listen. She said if she wanted to kiss, she didn’t need to ask. So she just kept kissing.
She kissed both of her eyes thoroughly before finally letting go, resting her chin on her shoulder, simply holding her, feeling content.
The two young women, newly in love, couldn’t be separated. Wherever they went, they stuck together, but generally, it was Song Mu Yun who was more clingy, not wanting to leave Jiang Yao’s side even for a moment.
During lunch, she was already setting rules.
“Let the past be the past. From now on, you’re not allowed to meet the Eighth Prince behind my back, not allowed to go out alone, and you have to tell me wherever you go. Better yet, take me with you.”
The young girl demanded, chin up, looking somewhat spoiled but adorable.
Jiang Yao, now with a wife, was in a good mood and willing to agree to anything.
“Okay, you call the shots. I’ll listen to you.”
“That’s more like it.”
Song Mu Yun’s eyes sparkled with joy, happily offering Jiang Yao a chopstick full of food, “Eat more. We’re going out this afternoon. You promised to buy me cakes, sugar-coated haws, and a sugar figure.”
Jiang Yao remembered everything she promised her, emphasizing, “And I’ll buy you preserved fruits too.”
Song Mu Yun’s lips curled in pleasure, “Yes! Buy preserved fruits!”
So adorable, her wife was truly precious. Jiang Yao fondly stroked her head, soft and nice to touch.
“Try this meat too, it’s well made. Eat more meat, you’re too thin.”
The beauty simply standing there made her seem delicate and frail.
Jiang Yao didn’t dislike her current figure but thought it’d be better if she were a bit plumper, healthier.
Song Mu Yun obediently ate, her eyes full of unspeakable joy.
How wonderful, to have someone who truly loved her for herself.
Not for her family background or her looks, but simply because she was Song Mu Yun.
She bowed her head to eat, and Jiang Yao didn’t notice her eyes reddening again, hiding it by focusing on her meal.
Jiang Yao ate quickly, finishing her bowl of rice and then turned her attention to a dish of shrimp. She took the dish, its sauce thick, and started carefully peeling and deveining each shrimp, placing the succulent meat onto a small plate. When it was full, she moved the plate of shrimp meat in front of Song Mu Yun and wiped her hands with a napkin, “Try it.”
Song Mu Yun was momentarily stunned at the sight of the plate of shrimp meat, “Is this… for me?”
Jiang Yao had only eaten a bowl of rice, so she thought Jiang Yao had peeled them for herself.
But to her surprise, after peeling them, she offered them to her.
Jiang Yao carefully cleaned the sauce from her fingers, responding casually, “Yes, try it. It’s tasty.”
Song Mu Yun’s grip on her chopsticks tightened, her knuckles turning white, her voice tensing, “For me?”
“Yes, what’s wrong?”
Jiang Yao looked at her, puzzled.
As if peeling shrimp for her was the most natural thing in the world.
Song Mu Yun’s eyelashes fluttered, visibly moved. She slowly picked up a shrimp, tasted it, her eyes shimmering with tears, “It’s delicious, really delicious, better than any shrimp I’ve ever had.”
She had seen many people, but never someone who would peel shrimp for another. Peeling shrimp could dirty the hands and wasn’t very elegant. Many well-bred young ladies and gentlemen disliked doing it. So in her heart, if someone was willing to peel shrimp for someone else, that person must be very important to them.
“Eat more if you like it. I’ll peel more for you later, okay?”
“Okay, you eat too.”
She picked one up and brought it to Jiang Yao’s lips. Jiang Yao opened her mouth and took the shrimp, the fresh and tender taste bursting in her mouth. Hand-peeled shrimp were indeed delicious.
“You should eat a bit more rice, or you’ll be hungry later.”
The young girl was concerned.
Jiang Yao pressed her delicate hand, rubbing it gently, “Later, I’ll take you out for wontons. We can eat less now, okay?”
“Eat wontons? Okay.”
For the first sixteen years of her life, being confined within the inner chambers, she had never eaten a meal on the street. For someone of her status, it was considered very unbecoming and would invite ridicule and parental rebuke.
But after meeting Jiang Yao, she felt like she could do anything.
Jiang Yao doted on her, treated her very well.
A blush crept across Song Mu Yun’s face, and she sneakily hooked her fingers with Jiang Yao’s.
Her fingers, roughened from years of martial arts training, were long and strong. She liked them very much.
After finishing a plate of shrimp and not wanting to waste, they nearly finished all the dishes and left the house with a purse, Jiang Yao fulfilling her promise to buy sweet candied fruits.
She had no choice; the young girl’s body was always cold, requiring daily medicinal treatment. Without candied fruits, she would surely cry.
Jiang Yao knew this.
“What kind of pastries do you want to eat?”
They stood outside Baiyu Square.
“Pea cake.”
She said, and Jiang Yao had always known she loved pea cake. She asked the shopkeeper for a few pieces of pea cake, and some lotus seed pastries too.
“What else do you want to eat?”
The street vendors offered a dazzling array of choices, overwhelming Jiang Yao, who could only turn and ask Song Mu Yun.
But Song Mu Yun was slightly dissatisfied, shaking the hand in her palm, “Didn’t you promise to buy me sugar-coated haws? Have you forgotten?”
Of course, Jiang Yao hadn’t forgotten. Mu Yun was particularly fixated on sugar-coated haws, having said just the night before that if Jiang Yao dared forget, she would never speak to her again.
“No, let’s stroll around first. I’ll buy them when we see them.”
“And a sugar figurine!”
Song Mu Yun emphasized.
“Yes, and a sugar figurine.”
Soon, Jiang Yao’s hands were full of various items, all picked by the little ancestor during their stroll.
She began to regret why she brought Mu Yun out alone; why hadn’t she brought someone with her?
If they continued, her two hands wouldn’t be enough.
Helplessly, Jiang Yao first took Song Mu Yun to hire someone to send the items back to the mansion before continuing their walk.
They walked a lot, and the lunch they had earlier was nothing by now. Jiang Yao found a wonton stall she often visited and sat down with Song Mu Yun, calling out to the elderly couple making wontons, “Two bowls of fresh meat wontons, please.”
“Okay, just a moment.”
When she looked down, Song Mu Yun was already diligently wiping the table with a napkin, and then washing the chopsticks with tea water.
She liked cleanliness.
Jiang Yao sat beside her, rubbing her head, “We’ll go to the bookstore after this.”
“Okay, good.”
“Then we’ll go to the Eighth Prince to inquire about your family’s case.”
Song Mu Yun’s eyes brightened, gripping Jiang Yao’s hand even tighter, “Yes!”
She was delighted that the person she liked cared so much about her family affairs. She was a very good person.
The wontons were served quickly, with thin wrappers enclosing a not-too-big-not-too-small ball of meat. The soup was clear, with melted pork fat, sprinkled with green onions, and two small bok choy for decoration.
Jiang Yao’s mouth watered, eager to eat, “You try too. If you like it, I’ll bring you here again.”
“Okay.”
Song Mu Yun ate slowly and carefully. She first blew on a transparent wonton in her spoon until it cooled down slightly, then carefully ate it.
Her chewing was also elegant.
Unfortunately, she had a small stomach. The lunch that was little for Jiang Yao was quite a lot for her. After three or four wontons, she was full and could only sip the soup, stealing glances at Jiang Yao.
Jiang Yao, who trained in martial arts every day, had a larger appetite than most. She quickly finished her bowl, leaving only the two bok choy and the soup.
The bok choy was something she didn’t like, hence she didn’t even know its name.
Song Mu Yun noticed and reminded her, “Have you finished? There’s still some bok choy left.”
Jiang Yao, bored, propped her chin with one hand, twirling her chopsticks with the other, “I don’t like that vegetable. I only like meat.”
The young girl’s eyes lit up, her voice soft as she asked again, “Are you full now?”
Jiang Yao paused, turning to look at her. She seemed embarrassed, her face red, and after speaking, felt it was too forward and quickly shook her head, “Never mind, forget what I said. If you’re still hungry, you can order another bowl.”
Her eyes lowered, full of considerate thought.
Jiang Yao understood what she meant at a glance.
Naturally, she moved the half-eaten bowl of wontons in front of Song Mu Yun over to her side.
“Hey.”
Song Mu Yun didn’t expect her to do this, instinctively trying to stop her, but Jiang Yao had already started eating…
The young girl probably couldn’t change her habit of blushing easily, her face turning red again.
She didn’t dare look at Jiang Yao, muttering softly, “Why, why did you eat it? I’ve already eaten from it.”
Jiang Yao swallowed the two wontons in her mouth, flicking Song Mu Yun’s head, “So what if you’ve eaten from it? I don’t mind. We’ve already kissed, what’s there to care about?”
Song Mu Yun’s face turned even redder, shaking her head repeatedly, “You, stop talking, we’re outside, what are you saying!”
She was too embarrassed, afraid someone would overhear. She had imagined countless times walking down the street with Jiang Yao, letting everyone know their relationship, but now that it came to it, she was too shy and embarrassed.
Jiang Yao, who disliked beating around the bush, was more straightforward. She had no intention of hiding their mutual feelings and didn’t care who saw or knew; others couldn’t influence her decisions.
“So what if we’re outside? Don’t you want to marry me outside too?”
This was what Song Mu Yun said herself today, in her own words!
She wouldn’t allow any inconsistency.
Song Mu Yun, her face flushed, lowered her head, feeling hot and flustered, and slightly tugged at Jiang Yao’s hand, her voice weak, “Don’t talk like that, I don’t want others to hear.”
Talking about marriage and such on the street, if others heard, wouldn’t it be embarrassing?
Jiang Yao wanted everyone to know she had such a beautiful and sweet wife, but alas, the lady herself didn’t want it.
She could only grudgingly suppress her thoughts, agreeing with a nod, obediently eating her wontons.
The wontons had cooled down a bit, but they were still delicious with fresh soup. Jiang Yao could eat two in one bite.
Not only did she eat Song Mu Yun’s, but Mu Yun, not wanting to waste, used the last bit of her stomach space to eat the two bok choy in Jiang Yao’s bowl.
Not only did Jiang Yao not mind her, but she also didn’t mind Jiang Yao.
After finishing the two bowls of wontons, Jiang Yao pulled Song Mu Yun up and, with lightning speed, leaned down to kiss her. Song Mu Yun hadn’t reacted yet, her eyes still dazed and confused.
It wasn’t until Jiang Yao paid and pulled her onto the street that she finally came back to her senses, gripping Jiang Yao’s hand tightly, her cheeks puffing up slightly in indignation, “What were you doing just now? We’re in the street, how could you, how could you kiss me!”
The young girl was reserved and couldn’t do such things, almost crying from embarrassment.
Jiang Yao let go of her hand and instead half-hugged her waist, drawing her into her embrace, “What’s wrong with kissing you? We didn’t see anyone we knew on the road, what are you afraid of?”
Her tone was lazy and unconcerned.
Song Mu Yun knew this was her personality but still pinched her hand, “It’s very impolite to do that on the street.”
She couldn’t accept it.
The young girl had many rules, and Jiang Yao sighed deeply, somewhat helplessly, but still accepted, “Okay, okay, I won’t dare next time. Please spare me this time, Miss, and don’t talk about me anymore.”
If it wasn’t acceptable outside, she would see how she kissed her when they got home.
“What are you doing? I was just talking to you. Just be more careful next time. As long as it’s not in public, you can do whatever you want.”
She set the boundary.
Jiang Yao nodded in understanding, touching the back of Song Mu Yun’s head, asking, “What about just touching?”
Touching was of course allowed. Jiang Yao always touched her, which proved she liked and was delighted by her.
The young girl blushed and nodded, then immediately turned her head away, her expression flustered.
Jiang Yao chuckled, gently pinching the waist of the person in her arms. The pinch made her lose all strength, collapsing into her arms, her eyes filled with a misty haze, looking at her helplessly, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, “Don’t pinch me like that.”
Her voice was a mix of coyness and complaint. Jiang Yao, satisfied, responded, “Okay, okay, I won’t pinch you anymore.”
Reprimanded, she immediately backed off, but in fact, she had taken advantage of everything. Jiang Yao happily held Song Mu Yun as they went to the bookstore.
The bookstore had books about men and women, men with men, and naturally, women with women.
In the past, Jiang Yao only bought books about men and women, just to pass the time and let Mu Yun see the true colors of those men. Now, she needed to buy books about women with women.
Song Mu Yun was too shy to pick, so she sat not far away, drinking tea, her eyes full of gentle stars following Jiang Yao’s figure.
Suddenly, a voice not quite familiar to her rang out, “Mu… Mu Yun?”
The woman hesitated, and Song Mu Yun looked up, pausing for a moment before standing up and politely saying, “Zhao Zhao, long time no see.”
Wu Zhao Zhao, seeing her talk to her, relaxed a bit and smiled, “Are you here to read books too?”
“I’m here to buy books.”
“Oh, then why aren’t you buying?”
She saw Mu Yun sitting there drinking tea, looking very leisurely.
So Mu Yun looked towards that person who was picking books, her hands already holding several.
Wu Zhao Zhao followed her gaze, and upon seeing Jiang Yao, was quite surprised, covering her mouth.
“You’re still with her. Didn’t my brother go to Jiang’s house to find you?”
Wu Yan, Wu Zhao Zhao’s brother, had told her he wanted to take Song Mu Yun into his house. He had also discussed it with his elders and got their approval before going to Jiang’s house.
Wu Zhao Zhao used to have a very good relationship with Song Mu Yun and knew her brother liked her, even introducing them a few times.
But since the Song family’s misfortune, her father and mother forbade her from seeing Mu Yun again. She was a lady of the country’s Duke’s house, and it would harm her reputation to go to Yue Shang Fang.
Wu Zhao Zhao always felt guilty towards Song Mu Yun. Knowing she was taken away by Jiang Yao, she wanted to find her but didn’t dare. Jiang Yao was a ruthless and heartless woman; what if she beat her?
Now that the Song family was about to overturn the case, her brother still had feelings for Mu Yun and wanted to marry her as a concubine. Although it was a lower status, after all, Uncle Song had passed away, and she had been to the music house. Being her brother’s concubine was the result of his countless pleas. She had thought that once Mu Yun entered their house, she would make amends and repair their relationship.
Hearing her say this, Song Mu Yun’s face turned cold. Her tone towards Jiang Yao was almost undisguisedly disapproving.
Her tone also cooled, “Who I am with is none of your business.”
“What?”
Although Song Mu Yun was usually reserved, she rarely spoke in such a nearly impolite way that put people in an awkward position. Wu Zhao Zhao couldn’t believe what she heard, shocked.
Song Mu Yun just coldly glanced at her, unwilling to sit there drinking tea alone any longer, and called out, “Jiang Yao.”
Her voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough to reach Jiang Yao’s ears.
Her wife called, and of course, she responded immediately.
“Mu Yun?”
Jiang Yao turned around and saw Song Mu Yun standing there with a somewhat panicked woman beside her.
“Is she your friend?”
She approached with the books she had picked.
Song Mu Yun moved closer to her, her tone indifferent, “I don’t know her. Have you finished picking? Let’s go if you’re done.”
Not know her?
But looking at the other woman’s expression, it didn’t seem like they were strangers.
Jiang Yao didn’t say anything, just nodded and naturally took Song Mu Yun’s hand, “I’ll pick a few more books. Together?”
She could tell her beloved didn’t want to stay with this unknown woman.
“Okay, I’ll come with you.”
Their relationship was very close. Speaking, they walked away together, leaving Wu Zhao Zhao standing there, dumbfounded.
She had thought Mu Yun would agree to marry her brother and then go back to their house, but…
Did she refuse?
Wu Zhao Zhao’s face was full of disbelief, but the two of them didn’t pay her any attention, busying themselves with choosing illustrated books.
Illustrated books were not something you could find just anywhere in the bookstore; they had to ask the owner and were taken to a private section.
Song Mu Yun hadn’t expected Jiang Yao, when saying she’d pick a few more books, to choose illustrated ones. She, she even specifically picked those that were the most… provocative!
At this moment, she wished she hadn’t come with her.
Better than now, being dragged to choose these indecent things, Jiang Yao, she was so thick-skinned, not considering her feelings at all!
Song Mu Yun was too shy to choose.
Jiang Yao had to pick a few that suited her taste.
She didn’t choose those with several women together but specifically selected ones with two women having a harmonious and happy ending.
Hmph, she was not the kind of person who liked novelty and had many lovers.
“Xiao Yun’er, come here and see, how about I buy these?” Jiang Yao called out.
Song Mu Yun didn’t move, covering her face and speaking softly, “Buy whichever you like, why ask me? I don’t care, let’s just buy them and leave.”
She was so embarrassed she could hardly breathe.
“Alright, alright, then these. Let’s go.”
When they came out, Wu Zhao Zhao was no longer there, which was for the best.
Song Mu Yun had once considered Wu Zhao Zhao a good friend, but now she felt no such sentiment and didn’t want to see her.
Jiang Yao paid, asking the owner to send the books to the Jiang mansion, then took Song Mu Yun to the Eighth Prince’s mansion.
Surprisingly, Jiang Ru was also there.
The Eighth Prince had been nursing his injuries for a long time, which had actually healed much earlier. He had been playing the sympathy card until today when he finally attended the morning court.
When Jiang Yao arrived, she and Jiang Ru were sitting in the courtyard, discussing a chess game.
The servant led them in, and when the two inside saw them, they were stunned.
“Ru’er? Why are you here?”
Jiang Ru, seeing Jiang Yao, couldn’t help but smile, “Sister, you’re here. I came to see the Eighth Prince. Sister Mu Yun and you are really inseparable, aren’t you?”
“Hmm.” Jiang Yao pulled Song Mu Yun’s hand, leading her to sit down. The chess game they were playing had just concluded. Murong Ci was putting away the chessboard, ordering someone to take it down, before looking at Jiang Yao, “Why are you here? Didn’t you just come yesterday?”
“Yesterday I came without telling Mu Yun, and she got really mad at me when I got back. It took me a long time to coax her, so today I brought her with me to visit and also to ask you something.”
Murong Ci looked surprised at the woman who was barely maintaining her composure. Jiang Yao came alone to find her, and Miss Song got angry?
Suddenly, the Eighth Prince chuckled, still saying she doesn’t like her. Jiang Yao is in the situation but can’t see clearly.
Just as she was about to speak, a cry rang out. Jiang Yao was holding her thigh, her eyes teary, looking aggrievedly at Song Mu Yun, “Why, why did you pinch me!”
Song Mu Yun couldn’t hold back any longer. The blush she had been suppressing spread across her cheeks. She wished she could cover Jiang Yao’s mouth. She didn’t know how to speak at all. How could she say those things in front of others?!
But she didn’t understand, being pinched and still trying to touch and hug her in front of the Eighth Prince and Ru’er…
Song Mu Yun, her face red, pushed back, but was ultimately forcibly held in an embrace, being asked why she was unhappy.
The Eighth Prince didn’t expect their progress to be so fast. Yesterday, she said Miss Song liked her, and she thought she was crazy. Today, she can hold her like this? The joy and affection in her eyes were almost spilling out.
The most surprised was Jiang Ru, who made a dumbfounded expression for the first time. She was dazed, thinking, Sister… is getting more intimate with Miss Mu Yun.