Sigh!
Why is this happening?
This was the umpteenth time Meng Xiaoyu had sighed.
At this moment, Meng Xiaoyu was sitting in the bathtub, feeling very depressed as she soaked and sighed.
She really couldn’t understand how things had turned out this way.
Thinking back to this afternoon and evening, Meng Xiaoyu’s thoughts drifted back.
After Han Rubing left, Han Rushuang picked up the still-dazed Meng Xiaoyu and carried her to a spot by the window, pulling up a chair and sitting down.
She then placed Meng Xiaoyu on her lap.
With her arms around Meng Xiaoyu, who was leaning against her, Han Rushuang began to enjoy the view outside the window, even though there wasn’t much to see.
Despite the lack of scenery, Han Rushuang’s good mood was evident from the slight smile on her lips.
Han Rushuang was thoroughly enjoying this peaceful moment, holding the person she liked in her arms, resting her chin on Meng Xiaoyu’s shoulder while looking out the window.
Occasionally, she would turn her head to kiss Meng Xiaoyu’s soft cheek, her hands gently moving up and down Meng Xiaoyu’s slender waist.
After a few such touches, Han Rushuang seemed to want more.
She turned her head and began nibbling on Meng Xiaoyu’s earlobe, one hand boldly moving to Meng Xiaoyu’s chest, gently kneading.
Meng Xiaoyu was jolted back to reality by the tingling sensation from her chest and earlobe.
Still confused about what was happening, she let out a soft moan due to the sensations in her body.
That moan brought Meng Xiaoyu fully back to her senses.
She didn’t understand why she had made such an embarrassing sound, but when she realized she was sitting on someone’s lap, being held and touched, she was stunned.
Turning her head to look at Han Rushuang, who was now kissing her neck, Meng Xiaoyu hesitantly called out, “Sister Ruoshuang?”
“Hmm?”
Han Rushuang, who was kissing her neck, looked up briefly before burying her head back in Meng Xiaoyu’s neck.
Feeling frustrated, Meng Xiaoyu raised her voice, “Sister Ruoshuang!”
Hearing Meng Xiaoyu call her again, this time louder, Han Rushuang looked up, her face full of confusion and a hint of grievance, as if accusing Meng Xiaoyu of interrupting her.
Seeing Han Rushuang’s expression, Meng Xiaoyu felt like she was going crazy inside.
“What kind of expression is that? I’m the one being taken advantage of here! Why are you looking so aggrieved? And where’s your usual icy demeanor? Can you please stop looking so cute? It doesn’t suit you at all! And pretending to be innocent and pitiful is my thing! You’re infringing on my territory!”
After ranting internally, Meng Xiaoyu sighed and forced a smile.
“Actually, I called you because you were hurting me.”
As soon as she said that, Meng Xiaoyu mentally berated herself for saying something so ambiguous.
While she was scolding herself, Han Rushuang’s response made her want to cry.
“Really? I’ll be gentler then.”
With that, Han Rushuang buried her head back in Meng Xiaoyu’s neck, gently nibbling.
She loved Meng Xiaoyu’s elegant and sexy neck, like a beautiful swan’s.
Hearing Han Rushuang’s even more ambiguous words, Meng Xiaoyu felt an overwhelming urge to retort.
However, the tingling sensations from her chest and neck made all her thoughts of retorting disappear.
Trying to suppress another moan, Meng Xiaoyu glanced at Han Rushuang, who was nibbling on her neck, and then at Han Rushuang’s hand, which was causing trouble on her chest.
Tears welled up in her eyes again as she thought, “Sister Ruoshuang, how can you do this?”
Just then, a soft moan escaped her lips, making her face turn red with embarrassment.
Hearing the soft moan, Han Rushuang’s breathing became heavier.
She released Meng Xiaoyu’s neck and sought out her lips, kissing her deeply.
Her tongue pried open Meng Xiaoyu’s teeth, invading her mouth and entangling with her tongue.
Her right hand on Meng Xiaoyu’s chest increased its pressure, while her left hand tightened around Meng Xiaoyu’s waist, pulling her closer.
The atmosphere was perfect, the timing just right.
The sun had set, and the moon was high in the sky.
It was the perfect time for some intimate moments.
However, an untimely knock on the door interrupted Han Rushuang’s plans.
Annoyed by the interruption, Han Rushuang glared at the door and coldly said, “Go away.”
The inn’s waiter outside the door was so frightened by the cold command that he almost dropped the tray of dinner he was carrying.
Despite his fear, he remembered the instructions from the beautiful woman in light purple clothes earlier in the afternoon.
Gathering his courage, he knocked again and said, “Excuse me, I’m the waiter here. I’m here to deliver your dinner.”
Han Rushuang, still annoyed, coldly replied, “Take it away. We don’t need it.”
She then turned back to kiss Meng Xiaoyu again, but Meng Xiaoyu dodged her.
Confused, Han Rushuang looked at Meng Xiaoyu, who said softly, “I’m hungry. I want to eat.”
Seeing Meng Xiaoyu’s pitiful face, Han Rushuang kissed her pouting lips before lifting her off her lap.
She stood up and walked to the door, telling the waiter, “Wait, bring the dinner in.”
She then returned to the room and sat next to Meng Xiaoyu, sipping tea.
The waiter, carrying the tray, entered the room, bowing and nodding.
Han Rushuang gave him a cold glance before continuing to drink her tea, clearly displeased with the interruption.
In contrast, Meng Xiaoyu warmly welcomed the waiter and even helped set the table.
She was very grateful to the waiter, thinking that she might have lost her innocence tonight if not for the interruption.
Although she didn’t dislike Han Rushuang’s advances, she was still scared.
So, she was very appreciative of the waiter’s timely interruption and smiled warmly at him.