“Ah, finally got rid of that idiot!”
Meng Xiaoyu sprawled ungracefully on the bed she shared with Han Rubing, rolling around and sighing in relief.
She had finally sent away the guy who had been incessantly preaching his theory that “heterosexuality is wrong, but homosexuality is innocent.”
“Oh, does the little one not agree with Mr. Li Gaosheng’s views?”
Han Rubing, sitting at the table, took a sip of tea before setting the cup down.
She looked at Meng Xiaoyu rolling on the bed and asked slowly.
“Of course not. If all the women in the world were with other women, wouldn’t the world be in chaos?”
Meng Xiaoyu continued rolling on the bed as she spoke.
“Oh! So, the little one thinks that women must be with men for it to be right?”
Han Rubing asked, her face showing a hint of a smile.
“That’s not right either. After all, not everyone likes men or women. You can’t force a woman who doesn’t like men to be with a man, just as you can’t force a man who doesn’t like women to be with a woman. So, the idea that women must be with men is also wrong.”
“Then what does the little one think is right?”
“Feelings.”
“Feelings?”
“Yes, when there are feelings, both parties will feel happy together. Whether it’s a man and a woman, two women, or two men, as long as there are feelings, they will feel happy together. So, feelings are the most important. If both parties have feelings, it doesn’t matter if the other is a man or a woman.”
“Oh! So that’s what the little one thinks. Do you feel happy being with me and my sister?”
Han Rubing asked with a calculating smile.
“Yes, I feel very happy!”
Meng Xiaoyu continued hugging the blanket and rolling around, not looking at Han Rubing.
“Then how about tonight, my sister and I make you even ‘happier’?”
Han Rubing’s smile grew wider.
“Even happier?”
Meng Xiaoyu finally looked at Han Rubing, her head full of question marks.
“Yes, would the little one be willing?”
Han Rubing asked with a cautious tone.
“I’m willing, but how will Sister Rubing and Sister Rushuang make me even happier?”
Meng Xiaoyu was very curious, as the definition of happiness was quite vague.
“You’ll know when the time comes.”
Han Rubing’s tone was like that of a big bad wolf who had successfully lured Little Red Riding Hood into his den.
“Can’t you tell me first?”
Meng Xiaoyu felt a bad premonition rise in her heart when she saw Han Rubing’s wolf-like smile.
But before Han Rubing could answer, a knock on the door interrupted them.
Meng Xiaoyu looked towards the door in confusion and asked, “Who is it?”
“Guest, I’m the inn’s attendant. I’m here to bring you hot water,” the attendant outside replied respectfully, carrying a bucket of freshly boiled hot water.
“Oh, come in then!”
Meng Xiaoyu got off the bed and walked to the door to open it for the attendant.
Then she sat down next to Han Rubing, hugging her arm and looking up at her with a pleading face, hoping she would answer her earlier question.
But Han Rubing just smiled and sipped her tea, not looking at Meng Xiaoyu’s pitiful, pleading face.
After the attendant filled the bathtub behind the screen with hot water, he came to Meng Xiaoyu and Han Rubing, bowed, and said, “Guest, the hot water is ready. You can bathe at any time. If you have no other instructions, I’ll take my leave.”
After waiting for a moment and seeing that neither Meng Xiaoyu nor Han Rubing had any instructions, the attendant left the room and closed the door.
Han Rubing put down her teacup and turned to Meng Xiaoyu with a smile.
“Since the hot water is ready, the little one should hurry and bathe. Otherwise, the water will get cold, and you might catch a cold. I’ll go to my sister’s room first. After you finish bathing, my sister and I will come over, and you’ll know what will make you even happier.”
After saying this, Han Rubing gave Meng Xiaoyu a light kiss on the lips and left the room with a mysterious smile, leaving Meng Xiaoyu alone to ponder.
Meng Xiaoyu frowned and thought for a while but couldn’t figure out what Han Rubing meant by making her even happier.
She decided to stop thinking about it.
“Anyway, Sister Rubing will tell me later, right? So why am I overthinking it?”
Meng Xiaoyu comforted herself and walked to the door to bolt it.
Then she went behind the screen, took off her clothes, and stepped into the bathtub filled with hot water, feeling satisfied.
