Is It Forbidden to Bully the Heroine of the Novel? - Chapter 81

Chapter 81

In the Hengwu Courtyard, after sending away the household physician, Jiang Yao frowned as she looked at Song Muyun lying on the bed, while Sima Jushan also looked on cautiously. After a moment, he hurriedly said, “I didn’t cause this. She hadn’t fainted when I stopped her just now!”

Jiang Yao glanced at Sima Jushan, almost gritting her teeth, “Why did you stop her? Do you want me to beat you up?”

“It’s just that I heard about you polishing mirrors as soon as I entered the capital. They said you liked this woman, so I wanted to see what about her attracted you. I didn’t expect her to be so frail…”

Sima Jushan’s voice grew weaker as he spoke, not knowing the full story and thinking that Song Muyun’s fainting might really be related to him. His eyes darted everywhere, not daring to meet Jiang Yao’s gaze.

Jiang Yao sneered, “Whom I like is none of your business. Don’t meddle in things that don’t concern you.”

Hearing this, Sima Jushan almost jumped up, “Oh, so you’re disowning me now, Jiang Yao? My father is your master, once a master, forever a father. I’m at least half a brother to you, dare you deny me?”

Jiang Yao rolled her eyes, “You’re only one month older than me. Don’t flatter yourself.”

Sima Jushan insisted, “One month older is still older. Even one day older counts!”

“I can’t be bothered with you. When is master coming back?” Jiang Yao asked again.

Sima Jushan hesitated before answering, “In a few days, soon, I came back ahead of time.”

“Which side has been stabilized?”

“Hmph, with the great general of our dynasty taking action, it’s naturally settled. They were subdued long ago.”

Sima Jushan casually tossed a piece of yellow pastry into his mouth, looking carefree.

Jiang Yao’s expression immediately turned cold, “Who allowed you to randomly eat my stuff?”

Sima Jushan was puzzled, looking left and right, unable to see what was so special about this pastry that he wasn’t allowed to eat it.

“What’s wrong with eating it? Your little girl has fainted anyway. It won’t taste good when she wakes up. I’m eating it for her.”

…

“Who asked you to eat it for her? She’ll wake up soon. Put it down!”

Muyun hasn’t had pea cake for a long time, she’ll want some when she wakes up.

Jiang Yao always liked to make arrangements for her.

As they were speaking, a weak moan came from the bed. Jiang Yao instantly became alert and kicked Sima Jushan, “Get out, don’t let her see you and misunderstand.”

Sima Jushan was confused and was driven out, only to start stomping around in the yard, thinking, What the heck, doesn’t Jiang Yao like women? What’s there to misunderstand?

Inside, Jiang Yao sat on the edge of the bed, wanting Yun’er to see her first when she woke up.

Song Muyun moved her head on the pillow, and after a long time, finally opened her eyes hazily. The moment she saw Jiang Yao, her eyes lit up.

Her voice was weak as she called out, “Jiang Yao… what happened to me?”

Jiang Yao tenderly touched her beloved’s sweat-dampened cheek, wiping away the moisture bit by bit, and said softly, “You were frightened by my friend and fainted in my arms, don’t you remember?”

Song Muyun tried to remember, but was ultimately confused.

Did she forget?

Jiang Yao raised an eyebrow, “This is the sugar figurine you asked me to buy, remember?”

Seeing the sugar figurine, Song Muyun’s mood suddenly lifted, and she sat up a bit, but then her mood fell again, muttering uncertainly, “Did I ask you to buy it? I feel like it was someone else.”

Jiang Yao stiffened, thinking her darling was quite perceptive.

She coughed lightly, then touched Song Muyun’s head and firmly pulled her into her arms, “It was you who asked me to buy it. If you hadn’t asked, why would I buy it? Come on, eat it, you love sweets, don’t you?”

Jiang Yao coaxed her, but Song Muyun frowned, “I remember… I asked you to buy a sugar figurine, but it feels like it wasn’t me.”

…

Damn, if my wife finds out I’ve been spending day and night with another person these past few days, won’t she kill me?

Even though that person is also her, it’s another her. Knowing how jealous my wife can get, this is likely to cause a stir.

Jiang Yao felt despair, her hand holding the sugar figurine stiffened in mid-air. The next moment, Muyun suddenly stretched her neck and took the sugar figurine in her mouth, then leaned her head against Jiang Yao, whispering weakly, “I don’t want to think about it anymore, I have no strength, and my mind is a mess. Can you stay with me?”

Jiang Yao silently sighed with relief and nodded eagerly, “Of course, of course, I’ll stay with you. Do you want some pea cake?”

Song Muyun’s eyes lit up with hope, “Do you have some?”

“I bought it for you, you forgot.”

She took a somewhat cooled pastry from the table beside the bed. The pastry tastes good when hot, but has a different texture when cool. Song Muyun also vaguely remembered, she and Jiang Yao went to buy pastries together, that was her, but also seemed not to be her.

They were the same person, but recalling those memories inexplicably made her feel jealous.

She was jealous of herself, which was absurd.

Song Muyun pursed her lips, bowed her head, and didn’t dare to say it out loud. Who would be jealous of themselves?

Jiang Yao was pondering whether Muyun knew something but didn’t pay attention to these details, just holding her and gently stroking her shoulder and back.

Muyun seemed a bit unhappy. Jiang Yao was thinking about how to cheer her up when a certain fool outside started shouting, “Jiang Yao, has she woken up? You two don’t like men, why can’t I stay inside? What’s the problem! It’s so boring outside, let me in, I want to come in!”

The door to the room was open, but Jiang Yao had told him to leave, and he hadn’t dared to come in now.

Hearing the voice, Song Muyun looked at Jiang Yao with a puzzled expression, “Who is that young master outside? I feel like I don’t know him.”

The originally hidden white jade hand sneaked out from under the blanket, clutching Jiang Yao’s clothes.

Jiang Yao’s people, she should know them all.

Why didn’t she recognize this person who spoke so familiarly with Jiang Yao?

“He’s the one who accidentally frightened you. I told him to wait outside. When you feel better, let him apologize to you, okay?”

Song Muyun wasn’t deeply moved by some memories, events that happened to her, yet she didn’t feel like they were her actions, as if… it was another soul.

This sensation was truly bizarre.

Including fainting, that unknown man who suddenly appeared, saying some nonsensical words…

Oh, those words were indeed infuriating.

What did it mean by Jiang Yao having such taste?

Wasn’t she good enough?

Thinking this, the young girl felt somewhat aggrieved, burrowing into Jiang Yao’s embrace, rubbing against Jiang Yao’s chest, and said in a petulant tone, “Jiang Yao, I don’t like him, can we not let him in?”

After saying this, as if afraid that Jiang Yao would think she was being unreasonable, she quickly added, “He said on the street that your taste is poor…”

Pouting, her grievance was palpable, making Jiang Yao’s heart soften to the extreme.

Jiang Yao gently stroked Song Muyun’s fluffy head, frowning, then reassured her, “That idiot has a brain full of mush, always spouting nonsense. Running into Little Yun’er is clearly my luck, spotting the gem among stones. Don’t worry, if you don’t want to see him, we won’t. I’ll go tell him to scram.”

With that, Jiang Yao, with a stern face, was about to pull out the whip tied around her waist. She was slender, carrying a soft sword and a whip around her waist effortlessly, which made it convenient for her to draw a sword to kill or a whip to hit on a daily basis.

When Jiang Yao, with her arms crossed, stepped outside, Sima Jushan, who was comfortably holding a pastry in one hand and a teacup in the other, brightened up at the sight of her, shouting, “Jiang Yao!”

“Huh, what are you yelling for? My wife doesn’t want to see you, just go back.”

Sima Jushan was baffled, “Why wouldn’t she want to see me? Aren’t we siblings? She loves you, yet she won’t even meet your brother?”

The young man flicked his neatly tied ponytail, clearly taking himself seriously.

Jiang Yao glanced at him with even more disdain, “What brother are you? Just scram before I make you, don’t let me say it twice, or I’ll throw you out myself.”

Jiang Yao’s ferocity was no less than in the past, leaving Sima Jushan trembling with anger, “You… how can you treat me this way, does my foster father know?”

His foster father, who was the current Prime Minister, Jiang Yao’s biological father.

It’s worth mentioning that this “foster father” status was a unilateral claim by him, aimed at putting Jiang Yao in her place and making himself the legitimate big brother. The Prime Minister had never acknowledged this.

“Who’s your foster father? If you want to tattle, then hurry up. Stop bothering me here.”

After saying that, Jiang Yao slammed the door shut, utterly cold and merciless, leaving Sima Jushan fuming outside. But soon enough, Jiang Yao opened the door again to personally “escort” him out.

“There, he’s gone now. No one else can bother you. Don’t be upset.”

She couldn’t stand to see Muyun aggrieved in any way, always like this.

Whenever Muyun felt aggrieved, Jiang Yao felt as if everyone was in the wrong.

The young girl was currently nestled in Jiang Yao’s arms. Hearing this, she sneakily looked up and kissed Jiang Yao. After the kiss, feeling it wasn’t enough, she clung to Jiang Yao’s shoulders and kissed her repeatedly. Her voice was muffled and sticky as she asked, “Do you think I have a bad temper?”

Jiang Yao, puzzled, objected, “Where is your temper bad? It’s just right, exactly to my liking.”

Her words grew sweeter, pressing a kiss on Song Muyun’s slightly cold cheek, comforting her.

Song Muyun’s cheeks flushed, contentedly snuggling in her embrace, “The young master mentioned a foster father earlier. Who is his foster father?”

“Foster father? My foster father is my dad. He called himself that; my dad never wanted a big son.”

“Oh.”

Song Muyun nodded in understanding, then asked, “So, who is he? Why haven’t I seen him before?”

Although the little girl tried to appear nonchalant, Jiang Yao still sensed something and suddenly laughed lightly, “You want to know? He’s my master’s son, Sima Jushan. You might have heard of my master; he’s the grand general of our dynasty. My martial arts talent is better than his son’s, so he took me as his disciple.”

“Oh, so you’ve known each other since childhood?” Song Muyun probed cautiously.

“Yes, we’ve known each other for quite a while, but in my eyes, he’s too stupid. Don’t worry, I’m not interested in someone so dumb.”

Jiang Yao promised earnestly, wanting her precious to be a bit more confident in her and not to be jealous over someone insignificant.

Jealousy is harmful to health.

But her words seemed to have been a mistake, as the little girl quickly pouted and looked at her with a sad expression, her voice softening as if whispering, “But you also called me dumb before…”

Jiang Yao: …

“You’re not dumb at all; you’re smart. I called him dumb because he really is dumb. When I call you dumb, it’s just our way of flirting, a joke. With your reputation, poetry and prose come naturally to you. If you’re dumb, what does that make me?”

Song Muyun’s previously accumulated negative emotions were immediately chased away by Jiang Yao’s praise, and she shyly snuggled into Jiang Yao’s embrace.

Jiang Yao felt her wife was adorable, touching the fluffy hair at the back of her head, feeling content.

Knowing the tragic fate that originally awaited Xiaoyun, she suddenly felt very fortunate. Fortunate she arrived early enough to spare Yun’er from such hardships.

She hoped the Yun’er destined for such a fate could also be reborn into a loving family and live a cherished life.

Jiang Yao thought so, hugging Song Muyun even tighter.

Song Muyun looked up at her from her embrace and suddenly said, “Jiang Yao, it seems like it’s been a long time since you last kissed me. Kiss me, will you?”

Jiang Yao smiled, leaned in, and kissed her soft lips, finding the taste so delightful that she lingered, kissing and occasionally licking or nibbling on her lips, enjoying it immensely. After a thorough kissing session, Song Muyun’s lips were swollen.

Jiang Yao then let go, moving her hands from the back of her head to her slender waist, smiling and saying, “How can it be a long time since I last kissed you? I always kiss you.”

Song Muyun, looking down and resting on her shoulder, sounded a bit gloomy, “But I always feel like that wasn’t me. I don’t even remember how you kissed me.”

???

Jiang Yao said something wrong again, stiffening up and quickly sitting straight, diverting attention by pinching Song Muyun’s slender chin and kissing her swiftly before separating, “Then I’ll kiss you a few more times now, to make up for it.”

Without giving Song Muyun a chance to speak, she kissed her again, sealing all words with her lips.

At first, Song Muyun was surprised, widening her eyes, but then she slowly closed them, sinking into the kiss, accepting Jiang Yao’s kiss with a mix of joy and peace.

This is what it feels like to be kissed by her.

Gradually, the little girl couldn’t control her hands, which found their way onto Jiang Yao’s shoulders, eagerly returning the kiss.

The hairpin had been removed earlier, and her hair, soft and smooth as silk, draped down, brushing against Jiang Yao’s hands.

Jiang Yao felt the taste of the woman intoxicating, irresistible.

As they continued kissing, control slipped away, and they tumbled onto the couch. Jiang Yao kicked off her embroidered boots and lay with Song Muyun.

She sniffed the little girl’s clothes and eventually fell into her embrace, her voice husky, “You smell so good, my Yun’er, so fragrant…”

Not sure where she had been wronged, Song Muyun was on the verge of tears, not understanding why she felt like crying, her voice sobbing, like a pitiful little puppy.

Her voice was filled with a watery softness, pleading softly, “Jiang Yao, hold me, please hold me tight.”

It seemed to her that it had been a long time since Jiang Yao had held her.

Her eyes were misty, staring blankly at the canopy above, her hand intertwined with Jiang Yao’s, intimately. Unnoticed, a fine rain had begun to fall outside, and with Jiang Yao’s exceptional hearing, she could even hear the raindrops hitting the leaves.

Such a beautiful sound in the world.

After a long while, Jiang Yao embraced her, kissing away the tears at the corners of her eyes, then commanded, “Prepare the bath.”

The door opened, and with the bed curtains down, those outside couldn’t see inside.

Song Muyun, feeling damp and uncomfortable all over, really wanted to bathe, but her legs were weak. After hesitating, she nodded, “Then you mustn’t bully me afterward.”

It was too much to never let her come out, always startling her, making her experience it again.

Song Muyun’s thick eyelashes fluttered shyly, soon enveloped in Jiang Yao’s embrace.

Jiang Yao promised not to bully her, but inevitably broke her word. Her hand found its way to the softest, most tender part of the girl’s buttocks, squeezing gently, startling Song Muyun almost to the point of jumping, yet she felt nothing wrong, pretending to be serious, “You’re all wet; I’ll have to wash you properly later.”

In the quiet room, besides the sound of rain, there was only the grinding of teeth in utmost frustration.

Who made her so wet? Who!!!

After a thorough bath, Song Muyun no longer had the energy to be angry with Jiang Yao.

In the bathtub, Jiang Yao had bullied her twice more, despite promising not to.

Now, with a sore waist and weak legs, thankfully Jiang Yao carried her throughout, or she wouldn’t have been able to stand.

Jiang Yao had the bedding changed before placing Song Muyun on the bed and wrapping her up.

Song Muyun was already drowsy, and once Jiang Yao had finished preparing, she crawled into the covers to cuddle with her, feeling secure and quickly falling asleep in her embrace.

Jiang Yao, looking tenderly at her, snuggled closer, warming the girl’s cool body in her embrace, and joined her in sleep.

Upon waking, the moon hung high, and only a hint of moonlight remained in the room.

When Jiang Yao woke, Song Muyun was still sleeping.

She got up to order some food from the kitchen and stood in the courtyard to enjoy the night breeze. Returning, she found the previously soundly sleeping girl sitting up, her eyes watery and panicked, searching for something.

Jiang Yao frowned, hurrying over.

Hearing the noise, Song Muyun turned “Adoptive father? My adoptive father is my dad. He called himself that. My dad never wanted a big son.”

“Oh.”

Song Muyun nodded in understanding and then asked, “So, who is he? How come I’ve never seen him?”

Although the little girl tried hard to seem indifferent, Jiang Yao still figured something out and suddenly laughed lightly, “You want to know? He’s my master’s son, named Sima Jushan. You might have heard of my master; he’s the grand general of our dynasty. I have a better talent for martial arts than his son, so he took me in as his disciple.”

“Oh, so you’ve known each other since childhood?” Song Muyun probed carefully.

“Yeah, we’ve known each other for quite a while, but in my eyes, he’s too dumb. Don’t worry, I’m not interested in someone so dumb.”

Jiang Yao was earnest, wanting her own precious one to feel more confident about herself and not to get jealous over someone insignificant.

Too much jealousy is harmful to one’s health.

But it seemed she said something wrong again, as the little girl soon pouted and looked at her with a grievance that couldn’t be more obvious, her voice growing softer as if murmuring, “But you also said I was dumb before…”

Jiang Yao: …

“What dumb? You’re not dumb at all. When I say he’s dumb, it’s because he really is. When I say you’re dumb, it’s just our playful banter between wives. With your reputation, your ability to effortlessly compose poetry and prose, if you were dumb, what would that make me?”

Song Muyun’s previously accumulating bad mood was immediately chased away by Jiang Yao’s words, and she felt embarrassed being praised so suddenly, snuggling into Jiang Yao’s embrace even more.

Jiang Yao felt her wife was adorable, stroking her fluffy hair at the back of her head, feeling content.

Knowing the tragic fate that originally awaited little Yun’er made her suddenly feel very fortunate, glad that she arrived early enough to prevent Yun’er from suffering so much.

She hoped that the Yun’er destined for that tragic fate could also be reborn into a loving family and live a cherished life from then on.

That’s what Jiang Yao thought as she hugged Song Muyun even tighter.

Song Muyun looked up at her from the embrace and suddenly said, “Jiang Yao, it feels like you haven’t kissed me in a long time. Can you kiss me, please?”

Jiang Yao smiled and leaned in to kiss her softly on the lips, finding the taste so delightful that she continued to kiss her deeply, using her tongue to lick or gently biting on her lips, loving it so much. After a long series of kisses, Song Muyun’s lips were swollen.

Jiang Yao then let her go, moving her hands from the back of her head to her slender waist, smiling and saying, “What do you mean I haven’t kissed you in a long time? Don’t I always kiss you?”

Song Muyun lowered her head onto her shoulder, her voice sounding a bit dejected, “But I always feel like it wasn’t me you were kissing. I can’t even remember the feeling when you kissed me before.”

???

Jiang Yao realized she had said something wrong again, stiffening up and quickly sitting straight, changing the subject by pinching Song Muyun’s slender chin and kissing her abruptly, a quick peck, “Then let me kiss you a few more times now, as a way to make it up to you.”

After saying that, she didn’t give Song Muyun a chance to speak and kissed her again, blocking all words with her lips.

At first, Song Muyun was surprised and widened her eyes, but then, she slowly closed her eyes, sinking into the kiss, feeling a mix of joy and peace accepting Jiang Yao’s kiss.

This is what it truly felt like to be kissed by her.

Gradually, the little girl couldn’t control her hands, which instinctively climbed onto Jiang Yao’s shoulders, eagerly returning the kiss.

Their hairpins had already been removed, and her hair, soft and smooth as satin, fell down, brushing against Jiang Yao’s hands.

Jiang Yao found the taste of a woman so delightful, irresistible.

As they kissed, neither could control themselves, rolling onto the bed together. Jiang Yao kicked off her embroidered boots and lay beside Song Muyun, embracing her.

She sniffed the little girl’s clothes, eventually collapsing into her arms, her voice husky, “You smell so good, my Yun’er, so fragrant…”

It’s unclear who she had wronged, but Song Muyun was almost crying. She didn’t know why she felt like shedding tears, her throat making whimpering sounds, like a pitiful little puppy.

Her voice was so soft and pleading, “Jiang Yao, hold me, please hold me.”

It seemed like a long time since Jiang Yao had held her.

Her eyes were misty with tears, staring blankly at the canopy above, one hand intertwined with Jiang Yao’s, extremely intimate. Unbeknownst to them, a gentle rain had started outside, and Jiang Yao, with her exceptional hearing, could even hear the raindrops hitting the leaves.

Truly, the most wonderful sound in the world.

After a long while, Jiang Yao embraced her, kissing away the tears at the corner of her eyes, then ordered someone to prepare water.

The door was opened, and Jiang Yao had already let down the bed curtains, obscuring the view from outside.

Song Muyun, feeling uncomfortable and clammy all over, wanted a bath but was too weak to stand, hesitating for a moment before nodding, “Then you mustn’t bully me anymore.”

It was too much to always keep her from coming out, always startling her, causing her, causing her to go through it again.

Song Muyun’s dense eyelashes trembled shyly, quickly embraced by Jiang Yao.

Jiang Yao promised not to bully her, but inevitably broke her word, her hand wandering to the softest, most tender part of the girl’s bottom, casually pinching it, shocking Song Muyun nearly to the point of jumping up, yet she felt nothing and continued to act dignified, “You’re all wet, I’ll have to wash you thoroughly later.”

In the silent room, apart from the sound of rain, there was only the sound of the girl grinding her teeth in extreme irritation.

Who made her so wet? Who!!!

After being thoroughly cleaned, Song Muyun no longer had the energy to be angry with Jiang Yao.

In the bathtub, she had been bullied by Jiang Yao again, even though they had agreed to stop!

Now, with her waist and legs weak, she was grateful that Jiang Yao had carried her, or she wouldn’t have been able to stand.

Jiang Yao ordered the bedding on the couch to be changed before laying Song Muyun down, wrapping her up.

Song Muyun was already drowsy, and as soon as Jiang Yao finished preparing, she crawled into the blankets to hug her, immediately feeling secure and falling asleep in her arms.

Jiang Yao, with eyes full of tenderness, drew the girl’s cool body into her embrace, also falling asleep with her.

When they woke up, the moon was hanging high, and only a bit of moon light remained in the room.

Jiang Yao woke up to find Song Muyun still asleep. She got up to order some food from the kitchen and stood in the courtyard for a while, enjoying the night breeze. Upon returning, she saw that the little girl who had been sleeping soundly when she left was now sitting up, her eyes filled with tears, frantically looking around in fear.

Jiang Yao frowned and quickly approached her.

Hearing Jiang Yao’s footsteps, Song Muyun turned towards her, immediately letting out a whimper and opening her arms, waiting for Jiang Yao to embrace her.

“What’s wrong, what’s wrong, why are you crying?”

Song Muyun snuggled into her, her voice very aggrieved, “Where did you go? I couldn’t find you when I woke up.”

Jiang Yao hugged her, wiping her tears while explaining, “I didn’t go anywhere. I just went to have some food prepared. You’ve slept so long, are you hungry?”

She rubbed Song Muyun’s soft belly.

Song Muyun thought about it and shyly nodded her head.

That means she was hungry. Jiang Yao then picked her up and sat her on her lap, asking, “What do you want to wear today?”

The girl in her arms found the most comfortable spot she was used to lying in, leaned against her naturally, and said with a voice that was both obedient and slightly lazy, “It’s already night, just wear something casual. We’re not going out.”

That’s what she thought.

But Jiang Yao shook her head, “We’ve slept so long, do you think you can still sleep now?”

Song Muyun considered this and realized she was completely awake without a hint of sleepiness, so she shook her head honestly, “Can’t sleep.”

“Then that settles it. Have something to eat first, and I’ll take you out to the flower street tonight, okay?”

Hearing they could go out, the little girl’s eyes lit up, and she nodded obediently.

“I want to wear the yellow dress.”

“Alright, I’ll help you choose.”

Jiang Yao effortlessly lifted Song Muyun, taking her to the wardrobe to let her pick for herself.

She couldn’t decide; there were so many yellow dresses made for Song Muyun by the embroideress every month.

Song Muyun picked a fairy-like yellow gauze dress, blushing and asking Jiang Yao to put her down.

She didn’t dare change clothes with Jiang Yao. Jiang Yao, after all, had no sense of shame.

The girl’s cheeks were as red as the evening sunset, hurriedly slipping away.

That slippery whiteness vanished from her grasp.

Jiang Yao looked at her palm and smiled, sitting down at the table to arrange the dishes.

By the time Song Muyun came out, Jiang Yao had already prepared many of her favorite dishes in her bowl.

“Eat up, then have a bowl of soup, and I’ll take you out.”

The soup for the day was enriched with medicinal herbs, simmered since the afternoon. They hadn’t expected to sleep so long, so it was served as a late-night snack, but it was nourishing.

“Oh, got it. You eat too.”

She served Jiang Yao a piece of lotus leaf chicken, and Jiang Yao, for once, ate properly, savoring each bite until Song Muyun finished. Then she quickly finished the rest, washed up, and took Song Muyun out.

Standing on the flower street, seeing the lights as bright as daylight, Song Muyun couldn’t help feeling nostalgic, “It feels like you haven’t taken me out in a long time.”

Jiang Yao: !!!

“Heh, really? If you like, I’ll take you out more often.”

She cajoled her.

Song Muyun glanced at her, reluctantly nodded in agreement but emphasized, “You can’t go back on your word.”

Jiang Yao laughed, “Don’t worry, I’m not that kind of person.”

Hearing this, the little girl instantly became sullen, her pretty face scrunching up. She looked at Jiang Yao and then at the bustling and lively flower street, hesitating before saying in a low voice, “You are that kind of person. If you don’t take me out, I’ll go out by myself.”

Jiang Yao was about to argue how she wasn’t that kind of person when she suddenly remembered the absurd incident from the afternoon, falling into an eerie silence.

Author’s note:

I’m late because I mixed up the barbecue order with a friend’s friend, and we had to rush to exchange it. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been late!

Edited version, please bear with it.