After entering the bamboo house, Nangong Yunhan first carried Meng Xiaoyu into the inner room and laid her on her own bed.
She then disentangled herself from the delirious Meng Xiaoyu, quickly turned around, and went to the outer room to lock the door.
Returning to the inner room, she saw Meng Xiaoyu, who was delirious from mistakenly consuming the “Fiery Sun Fruit” (the holy fruit Meng Xiaoyu ate earlier), lying on the bed, tearing at her clothes without awareness.
Nangong Yunhan closed her eyes, took a couple of deep breaths to calm the slight guilt she felt towards Meng Xiaoyu, and kept telling herself, “Nangong Yunhan, just this once, just this once, let me be completely selfish.”
Just this once, and you can have an excuse to keep Xiaoyu by your side forever.”
After comforting herself several times, Nangong Yunhan opened her eyes again, now devoid of any guilt, filled instead with the joy of soon having the person she loved.
She walked slowly to the bedside, gently caressing the flushed cheeks of Meng Xiaoyu, who was burning with heat from within.
“Xiaoyu, forgive me, I love you,” she whispered softly before leaning down to capture Meng Xiaoyu’s slightly parted lips.
“Mmm…”
Meng Xiaoyu, whose mind was muddled by the burning sensation within, instinctively sucked on the cool, soft object that suddenly entered her mouth.
She reached out to tightly embrace the coolness pressing down on her.
After a long, deep kiss, Nangong Yunhan looked at the flushed, slightly panting person beneath her, her heart filled with tenderness.
“Xiaoyu, you’re so beautiful. If only you were awake now,” she murmured, then mocked herself, “If you were awake, you’d probably want to kill me.”
But as Nangong Yunhan was lost in her bittersweet thoughts, the poisoned Meng Xiaoyu was not having it.
“Where’s that cool, comfortable big ice block? Why is it gone?”
Just as she felt a bit cooler, the comfortable big ice block suddenly disappeared, and the burning sensation within her grew stronger.
So, the delirious Meng Xiaoyu could only follow her instincts, getting up to embrace the big ice block that had just helped her cool down a bit, pressing it beneath her, and rubbing against it randomly, occasionally began sticking out her tongue to lick and suck on the comfortable ice block.
“Mmhm…”
Due to her earlier daze, Nangong Yunhan, who was pressed beneath Meng Xiaoyu, let out an involuntary moan when Meng Xiaoyu sucked deeply on her sensitive collarbone.
Startled by her own moan, Nangong Yunhan paused for a moment, then smiled slightly.
“Oh well, since it’s like this, why hesitate?”
With that thought, Nangong Yunhan looked up at Meng Xiaoyu, who was rubbing and sucking on her, and chuckled, “Since it’s like this, Xiaoyu, you have to take responsibility for me!”
With that, Nangong Yunhan cupped Meng Xiaoyu’s head, which was biting and nibbling on her collarbone, and lifted her head to kiss Meng Xiaoyu’s slightly pouting lips.
The warm bed, a fleeting moment of spring.
The next morning, “Ha~~~” Meng Xiaoyu, woken by hunger, tried to stretch as usual, but found her arms trapped, unable to stretch as usual.
Curious, she opened her eyes to see what was restraining her, only to be met with…
“Ah~~~~~~” A scream that echoed through the entire cliff.
“Mm… what’s wrong, Xiaoyu?”
Nangong Yunhan, who was still asleep, was awakened by Meng Xiaoyu’s scream.
After waking up, she gave Meng Xiaoyu a bewitching smile, then sat up and hugged Meng Xiaoyu’s exposed upper body.
“Why are you up so early?”
she asked, rubbing her face against Meng Xiaoyu’s neck like a cat.
“This… this… you… I… You and I…”
Meng Xiaoyu’s mind was in chaos.
How did things turn out like this?
Why was she sleeping naked with Nangong Yunhan?
“Hehe, Xiaoyu, don’t you remember?”
Nangong Yunhan chuckled softly, then said, “Yesterday afternoon, you mistakenly consumed the ‘Fiery Sun Fruit’ and were poisoned by fire. To detoxify you, I had to sacrifice myself.”
As she spoke, Nangong Yunhan lowered her voice, sounding pitiful and helpless.
Hearing Nangong Yunhan’s words, Meng Xiaoyu’s mind cleared instantly.
“Mistakenly consumed?” Fiery Sun Fruit? Fire poison?” she repeated Nangong Yunhan’s words unconsciously, then suddenly remembered the holy fruit she ate from the round wooden box, which made her feel like she was burning before she lost consciousness.
“Could it be that Sister Yunhan saved me…”
Thinking of this, Meng Xiaoyu turned to carefully examine Nangong Yunhan’s body, which was as exposed as hers, and felt like crying.
The familiar red marks on Nangong Yunhan’s body were all too familiar to Meng Xiaoyu.
Before being kidnapped by that bastard Ling Yuer, her body was often covered with such marks by the Han Rubing sisters.
But now, these familiar marks were on Nangong Yunhan’s body.
What did this mean?
It meant that she, in her beastly state from the fire poison, had done something to Nangong Yunhan, who willingly let her do it to detoxify her.
“Ah! How could this happen?”
Meng Xiaoyu scolded herself internally, “Why did you eat something without asking? Now look at the mess you’ve made. How will you explain this to Sister Yunhan? How will you explain it to Sister Rubing and Sister Rushuang? How will you explain it to Ling Yuer…”
Before she could finish, Meng Xiaoyu paused, then thought, “Wait… why do I need to explain to that bastard Ling Yuer?”
She has nothing to do with me!”
With that thought, Meng Xiaoyu continued to scold herself internally.
While Meng Xiaoyu was busy scolding herself, Nangong Yunhan watched her with amusement.
Seeing Meng Xiaoyu’s conflicted expressions, she reached out to smooth the furrowed brow.
“Xiaoyu, you don’t need to blame yourself, I did it willingly,” she said softly, trying to ease the tension.
“Sister Yunhan, I…”
Meng Xiaoyu started to speak, but Nangong Yunhan stopped her with a gentle touch, her voice filled with sadness.
“I know you have someone you love, but I couldn’t help falling for you. I couldn’t just watch you die from the fire poison, so I…”
She paused, then continued, “You don’t have to worry. I didn’t take your virginity, so the man you love won’t notice anything. We can pretend nothing happened and remain friends like before.”
With that, Nangong Yunhan lowered her eyes, hiding the tears she couldn’t wipe away in time.
“I don’t… I don’t have a man I love,” Meng Xiaoyu said loudly, her heart aching at Nangong Yunhan’s sorrowful tone and the tears she saw.
She quickly discarded her initial thoughts of escape.
“But I do have two women I love. You’ve met them, Sister Yunhan. They were with me when we first met, Sister Rubing and Sister Rushuang,” she added, her voice growing softer.
“…”
Nangong Yunhan was stunned.
She knew Meng Xiaoyu had someone she loved because she could tell Meng Xiaoyu was no longer a “girl” when they met on the road.
Her earlier words were meant to make Meng Xiaoyu feel guilty and stay with her.
But what did she just hear?
Her Xiaoyu loved women, and not just one, but two.
Two!
What did this mean?
Did it mean she could become the third woman Xiaoyu loved?
With that thought, Nangong Yunhan couldn’t help but smile slightly.
“Xiaoyu, you say you love women, and two of them?”
she asked, feigning seriousness.
“Yes,” Meng Xiaoyu nodded slightly.
“Then what do you plan to do about us?”
Nangong Yunhan asked, a seductive smile on her lips.
Before Meng Xiaoyu could answer, she continued, “I’m already yours, you know. You have to take responsibility!”
