“Oh! I get it,” Meng Xiaoyu nodded blankly after hearing Nangong Yunhan’s words.
“Hmm? What do you get?”
Nangong Yunhan asked curiously when she heard Meng Xiaoyu’s inexplicable statement.
“To take responsibility for you! Didn’t you just say I should be responsible?”
Meng Xiaoyu explained when she saw the questioning look in Nangong Yunhan’s eyes.
“Oh? So, has little Xiaoyu thought about how to take responsibility for me?”
Nangong Yunhan asked with a slight smile, clearly in a good mood after hearing Meng Xiaoyu’s words.
“I don’t know,” Meng Xiaoyu shook her head sincerely, then asked Nangong Yunhan, “Sister Yunhan, how do you want me to be responsible?”
Her big eyes were full of sincerity as she looked at Nangong Yunhan.
“Stay by my side and never leave me, can you do that?”
Nangong Yunhan’s tone was serious and earnest, something Meng Xiaoyu had never seen before.
Before Meng Xiaoyu could say anything, Nangong Yunhan continued, “I know little Xiaoyu already has someone she likes, so I won’t ask you to only like me in the future. I just hope to stay by your side and love you.”
There was a hint of pleading in Nangong Yunhan’s voice as she spoke.
“Oh!”
Meng Xiaoyu, dazed by Nangong Yunhan’s heartfelt confession, could only nod blankly.
However, a few seconds later, she suddenly reacted, “But Sister Rubing and Sister Rushuang…”
Before she could finish, Nangong Yunhan interrupted her.
“Little Xiaoyu, don’t worry about your Sister Rubing and Sister Rushuang for now. Just tell me, do you like me?”
Nangong Yunhan was displeased when Meng Xiaoyu mentioned the Han Rubing sisters again.
Why does this girl always bring up the Han sisters?
“Uh… I guess I like you,” Meng Xiaoyu said after thinking for a while, responding to Nangong Yunhan’s question.
“Guess?”
Nangong Yunhan was dissatisfied when she saw that after thinking for a while, Meng Xiaoyu could only come up with “guess.”
“So, it’s ‘maybe’?”
Meng Xiaoyu rephrased when she saw Nangong Yunhan’s displeased face.
“…”
Nangong Yunhan was speechless.
What is this little one thinking?
You either like someone or you don’t.
Where does ‘maybe’ come from?
“Ah! Ah! Ah!”
Seeing Nangong Yunhan’s speechless expression, Meng Xiaoyu scratched her head in frustration.
“Actually, I don’t know what it means to like someone!”
Finally, Meng Xiaoyu hit the nail on the head.
She didn’t know what it meant to like someone.
Even when she was with the Han sisters, it was because they liked her a lot, and she relied on them.
Having never experienced love, Meng Xiaoyu thought that must be what liking someone was.
Before she came here, a mischievous friend once told her, “To know if you like someone, see if you dislike or hate their intimacy. If you dislike their closeness, you don’t like them, or you might even hate them. If you don’t dislike their closeness and even like it, it proves you like them.”
Meng Xiaoyu didn’t dislike the Han sisters’ closeness; she liked it, so she thought she liked them.
But she didn’t know how to respond to Nangong Yunhan’s words.
Although they had already slept together, it happened when she was poisoned and not in her right mind.
Just now, when Nangong Yunhan got close, Meng Xiaoyu didn’t dislike it, but she didn’t have the blushing, heart-pounding shyness she felt with the Han sisters.
Could it be because she was on the bottom with the Han sisters, but on top with Sister Yunhan?
As she thought about it, Meng Xiaoyu became deeply conflicted.
Meanwhile, Nangong Yunhan, who had been watching Meng Xiaoyu, sighed deeply when she saw her conflicted expression, then leaned in to kiss Meng Xiaoyu’s soft, red lips.
After a light kiss, Nangong Yunhan looked at the dazed Meng Xiaoyu.
“Little Xiaoyu, do you dislike this kiss?”
Seeing Meng Xiaoyu shook her head blankly, she continued, “Do you like this kiss?Or even a little bit?”
Then Nangong Yunhan saw Meng Xiaoyu nod blankly again.
Seeing Meng Xiaoyu nod, Nangong Yunhan’s lips curled into a smile.
“Little Xiaoyu, are you still unsure if you like me?”
Then, seeing Meng Xiaoyu’s puzzled look, Nangong Yunhan said softly, “If you didn’t like me, you wouldn’t like the kiss.”
“Oh!”
Meng Xiaoyu responded, somewhat understanding, after hearing Nangong Yunhan’s words.
Then she thought to herself, “But I also like Sister Rubing and Sister Rushuang kissing me! Am I a playboy? Otherwise, how could I like Sister Rubing and Sister Rushuang and then also like Sister Yunhan? Isn’t love supposed to be 1V1? Why am I so fickle?”
Thinking this, Meng Xiaoyu became conflicted again.
“What are you thinking about now?”
Seeing Meng Xiaoyu’s furrowed brows, Nangong Yunhan reached out to smooth them.
“Nothing, just wondering why I’m so fickle,” Meng Xiaoyu said instinctively when Nangong Yunhan asked.
Hearing Meng Xiaoyu’s words, Nangong Yunhan burst into laughter.
When Meng Xiaoyu looked at her disapprovingly, she tried to hold back her laughter and said seriously, “Little Xiaoyu, feelings are hard to explain. There’s no such thing as being fickle. If you like someone, you like them, without reason, so you don’t need to be so conflicted.”
“Really?”
Meng Xiaoyu looked at Nangong Yunhan with a doubtful expression.
“Of course it’s true,” Nangong Yunhan said, giving Meng Xiaoyu a light peck on the lips.
“Alright, little one, stop worrying about this. I’m still tired and want to sleep a bit more. Why don’t you join me?”
Without waiting for Meng Xiaoyu to say anything, Nangong Yunhan pulled her back into the warm bed, wrapped her arms around Meng Xiaoyu’s waist, and closed her eyes comfortably.
Seeing Nangong Yunhan fall asleep again, Meng Xiaoyu stopped worrying about whether she was fickle, buried her head in Nangong Yunhan’s ample bosom, and fell asleep.
