“Um… Sister Rubing, this is Sister Yunhan,” Meng Xiaoyu introduced nervously, pointing to Nangong Yunhan standing not far in front of her, as she brought the Han sisters back to Qingzhu Courtyard.
Then she pointed to Ling Yuer beside Nangong Yunhan and said, “This is Ling Yuer.” After introducing Nangong Yunhan and Ling Yuer to the Han sisters, Meng Xiaoyu then introduced the Han sisters to Nangong Yunhan and Ling Yuer.
After doing all this, Meng Xiaoyu buried her head in Han Rushuang’s embrace like an ostrich.
She originally wanted to escape, but due to Han Rushuang’s hands firmly holding her waist, Meng Xiaoyu had to give up.
After Meng Xiaoyu finished the introductions, she nestled in Han Rushuang’s arms like an ostrich.
Meanwhile, Han Rubing and the others silently observed each other.
This silence lasted for a long time, so long that Meng Xiaoyu’s legs began to feel weak from standing, when the usually silent Han Rushuang finally spoke, “Yuer, are you tired?” Feeling the slight tremble in the legs of the person in her arms, Han Rushuang asked with concern.
As soon as she said this, the others all looked at Meng Xiaoyu with concern, and Meng Xiaoyu, feeling their concerned gazes, nodded a bit embarrassedly.
However, the next moment, she was lifted into a princess carry by Han Rushuang.
Before Meng Xiaoyu could react, Han Rushuang asked her, “Yuer, where is your room?” Startled by the sudden princess carry, Meng Xiaoyu pointed blankly to the room she used to sleep in.
Why was it the room she used to sleep in? Because ever since confirming her relationship with Nangong Yunhan, Meng Xiaoyu had been forcibly moved to Nangong Yunhan’s room.
Seeing the direction Meng Xiaoyu pointed, Han Rushuang ignored the others and carried Meng Xiaoyu towards the bamboo house she indicated.
Upon reaching the door, she kicked it open, and after entering, she kicked it shut again, then carried Meng Xiaoyu straight to the inner room, finally placing her on the bed.
“Yuer… why?” Sitting on the edge of the bed with Meng Xiaoyu in her arms, Han Rushuang kissed the top of Meng Xiaoyu’s head and gently asked.
“Rushuang sister, I’m sorry,” Meng Xiaoyu said, knowing what Han Rushuang was asking.
She didn’t know how to answer, so she could only apologize.
But in her heart, Meng Xiaoyu knew better than anyone that what Han Rushuang wanted wasn’t an apology.
However, she had no choice.
Falling in love with Nangong Yunhan and Ling Yuer wasn’t something she intended, but she couldn’t control her feelings, so all she could do was apologize to Han Rushuang.
Seeing Meng Xiaoyu’s apologetic and self-reproachful expression, and hearing her apology, Han Rushuang fell silent.
She didn’t know what to say.
At this moment, she couldn’t comfort Meng Xiaoyu.
She loved the person in her arms deeply, but that didn’t mean she could accept that the person she loved was also accepting the love of two others while loving her and her sister.
Love is selfish and possessive.
Han Rushuang had to admit that when she heard about Meng Xiaoyu’s relationship with her and the other two, she was jealous.
At that time, she wanted to kill Nangong Yunhan and Ling Yuer.
Even when she just met them, she couldn’t erase the urge to kill them.
But in front of Yuer, she couldn’t do it.
Or more precisely, she didn’t want to see Yuer’s sad eyes, so she suppressed the urge to kill Nangong Yunhan and Ling Yuer that was screaming in her heart.
Watching Han Rushuang carry Meng Xiaoyu towards the room, Ling Yuer instinctively wanted to follow, but after taking less than two steps, she was stopped by Han Rubing.
“Miss Ling, please stay.
Rubing has something to discuss with you two.
Would you be willing?” Han Rubing said with a smile, blocking Ling Yuer’s path.
Stopped by Han Rubing, Ling Yuer frowned.
After hearing Han Rubing’s words, she didn’t respond and just tried to sidestep Han Rubing, but failed.
Blocked again, Ling Yuer said impatiently, “I have nothing to discuss with you, and I know what you want to talk about.
I can tell you right now, I won’t let go of Xiaoyu.” Ling Yuer said firmly, looking at Han Rubing.
After speaking, she tried to sidestep Han Rubing again, but was still blocked with a smile.
“Was it Miss Ling who knocked out the little one and took her away at the Iron Fan Gate?” Han Rubing stated calmly, her tone flat, but it still sent a chill through the other two present.
“So what if it was?” Unfazed by the chill in Han Rubing’s words, Ling Yuer looked at her coldly.
“Nothing, just wanted to discuss something with you two,” Han Rubing continued to smile.
“Sigh! Fine! What do you want to discuss?” Seeing Han Rubing’s unyielding attitude, Ling Yuer finally relented.
Although she wasn’t afraid of Han Rubing, she did feel guilty towards the Han sisters.
After all, if she hadn’t impulsively knocked out and taken Meng Xiaoyu, the current situation wouldn’t have happened.
But despite feeling a bit guilty, Ling Yuer didn’t regret it.
Now, she couldn’t let go of Meng Xiaoyu no matter what.
So even though she agreed to talk with Han Rubing, she could already guess that the conversation would be meaningless, because she didn’t think Nangong Yunhan would give up on Meng Xiaoyu, and it was even less likely that Han Rubing, who wanted to talk, would give up.
You could tell just by looking at her expression.
If they were going to give up, they wouldn’t have gone through so much trouble to find this place.
“What about Miss Nangong?” Seeing Ling Yuer relent, Han Rubing turned to Nangong Yunhan, who was staring blankly at the bamboo house where her sister had carried the little one, lost in thought.
“Okay,” Nangong Yunhan replied calmly, withdrawing her gaze after hearing Han Rubing’s words.
Her feelings were similar to Ling Yuer’s, also feeling guilty towards the Han sisters.
After all, she had heard Xiaoyu personally talk about her feelings for the Han sisters, yet she still pursued Meng Xiaoyu.
Although she now held a place in Xiaoyu’s heart, she had used less than honorable means to get Meng Xiaoyu.
But even so, Nangong Yunhan didn’t regret it, only feeling a tiny bit guilty.
But to give up Xiaoyu because of that guilt was something she couldn’t do.
So, like Ling Yuer, she agreed to talk with Han Rubing, but she already guessed that the conversation wouldn’t be pleasant.
With Nangong Yunhan and Ling Yuer’s agreement, Han Rubing nodded with a smile.
Although she could guess the outcome, doing nothing wasn’t her style.
“In that case, could Miss Nangong lead the way to your room for a chat?” Han Rubing said, glancing at the medicine slave not far away, who was tending to herbs.
“Okay,” Nangong Yunhan nodded, understanding Han Rubing’s intention, and turned to lead Han Rubing and Ling Yuer to her room.
She agreed with Han Rubing’s caution, as some things were better left unknown to unrelated people, even if the medicine slave was loyal to her.
After all, the content of their conversation was quite shocking.
While Han Rubing and the others went to Nangong Yunhan’s room to talk, Meng Xiaoyu’s room was filled with an ambiguous pink atmosphere.
“Yuer… I missed you so much,” Han Rushuang murmured, kissing Meng Xiaoyu’s fair, slender neck, expressing her deep longing for Meng Xiaoyu over the past days.
“Rushuang sister, it tickles…” Meng Xiaoyu said, her neck feeling ticklish from Han Rushuang’s kisses.
She slightly tilted her head, trying to avoid Han Rushuang’s lips that were teasing her neck.
But Han Rushuang didn’t want Meng Xiaoyu to escape, so when Meng Xiaoyu tilted her head, Han Rushuang’s lips followed, and she playfully bit the tender flesh on Meng Xiaoyu’s neck.
Only when Meng Xiaoyu let out a soft cry of pain did she release her teeth and gently lick the bite mark with her tongue.
“Rushuang sister…” Meng Xiaoyu’s face flushed as Han Rushuang’s lips teased the sensitive spot on her neck.
She wanted to stop her but didn’t really want to, so she could only helplessly and coquettishly call out to Han Rushuang.
“Yuer…” Hearing Meng Xiaoyu’s soft, helpless, and slightly coquettish voice, Han Rushuang felt a sudden heat in her lower abdomen, a rush of warmth passing through.
Her breathing quickened as she lifted her head from Meng Xiaoyu’s fair, slender neck and sought out her soft lips, kissing them fiercely.
Her tongue pried open Meng Xiaoyu’s slightly parted teeth, invading her mouth and eagerly plundering.
