41. Shameful people don’t need to take responsibility for their kisses.

The moonlight spilled over the endless sea, wrapped up in the waves, and carried into the deeper ocean floor.

The entire island was engulfed in the silence of the deep night.

A gentle breath instantly enveloped Qin Zhaoyi, making her willingly drop her armor and surrender, longing to drown right there.

How could that feeling be described?

Diving into the depths of the sea when the moonlight was just right, it felt like swimming like a fish, graceful yet exhilarating.

Lip lines were traced over and over, then engulfed like a storm.

In an instant, her body was halfway limp, her hand unintentionally slipping from Luo Yue’s waist, forced to retreat step by step because she couldn’t find a foothold, her waist almost bending ninety degrees backward.

If it weren’t for Luo Yue reaching out to support her, she might have already fallen onto the table.

Helpless, Qin Zhaoyi leaned her hand on the table, still passionately responding.

As if wanting to materialize all the longing of these days, to communicate it all.

The drifting moonlight streamed through the window lattice, pouring over the figures by the window.

Their long hair entwined together, and occasional whispers could be heard in the serene room.

But they would soon be swallowed up, just like the waves outside being tossed into the sea by the wind.

Until Qin Zhaoyi found it hard to breathe and let out a gasp.

With a hint of a sob in her voice.

Luo Yue stopped her movements, slowly opening her eyes to adjust to the light.

Tears glistened in the corners of Qin Zhaoyi’s eyes.

Luo Yue reached out to wipe the tears from her eyes, and at the same time, Qin Zhaoyi opened her eyes, filled with passion and desire.

The reddened eyes, flushed cheeks, all displayed her overflowing affection.

Luo Yue pretended to casually adjust her breathing, slowing her heartbeat to its usual rate.

After a while, she was the first to break the silence: “Are you comfortable?”

Qin Zhaoyi hadn’t fully recovered from the suffocating kiss, still mesmerized by Luo Yue after opening her eyes.

Her mind seemed blank, filled only with endless waves, yet she also wondered, how could someone be so beautiful? Just standing there made her heart feel warm.

During the intervals between kisses, she half-closed her eyes to gaze at Luo Yue.

Her black silky hair cascaded over her shoulders, the white tank top under the open cardigan had slipped down to her waist during the kiss, revealing her shoulders and collarbone.

Especially the collarbone, it tempted one to lean in for a bite.

Leaving a bite mark on such a beautiful collarbone would surely satisfy one’s inner desires.

Smooth skin with no imperfections would be boring, there had to be some imperfect marks to make it a masterpiece.

Qin Zhaoyi’s mind wandered, but she was always interrupted by Luo Yue’s assertive actions.

When she charged ahead, she would shatter Qin Zhaoyi’s thoughts, forcing people to dance to her rhythm.

It was captivating, addictive.

Qin Zhaoyi felt like half of her soul had been drawn away, with no strength left, just wanting to lie there and hold her tightly.

And after Luo Yue’s question, she slowly came back to her senses.

Before she could answer, Luo Yue suddenly pinched her chin forcefully, her gentle voice tinged with a hint of huskiness, adding a touch of ambiguity to the silence: “Can I understand that you’re very comfortable?”

Qin Zhaoyi: “…”

Indeed.

This novel experience was a first.

It wasn’t her first kiss, but it was more overtly ambiguous than the one by the seaside.

Knowing that this person was tugging at her, she had a bit more understanding than before.

Last time, Luo Yue wasn’t the initiator, but she kissed haphazardly, mostly lip to lip contact.

But this time, Luo Yue led her, charging ahead and taking it slow, like a dance, like a melody.

It left her in a dizzying state, unable to gather her own thoughts.

For a moment, her soul seemed to wander away, floating in space.

Qin Zhaoyi swallowed, but Luo Yue slowly brushed her lips, wiping away all the traces of moisture from earlier along the lip line.

With the marks erased, Luo Yue asked with a teasing smile, “Are you so comfortable that you can’t speak?”

Qin Zhaoyi slowly exhaled a breath, thinking she could utter a complete sentence, but when she opened her mouth, her voice trembled so badly it didn’t sound like her at all. Even her chest quivered along with it, giving her the sensation that she might collapse at any moment.

Her voice trembling, her body shaking slightly, she pleaded, “Hold me.”

Luo Yue loosened the pressure on her chin, lightly rubbing her fingertips, “You still want more?”

There was a hint of provocation and teasing.

Qin Zhaoyi understood it all, as if she were mocking her indulgence.

But it truly felt comfortable.

Both psychologically and physically.

She even wondered, how could someone lose half their life just from kissing?

But that was the reality.

Qin Zhaoyi closed her eyes for a moment, then regained some clarity and hoarsely asked, “Will you still give it to me?”

Luo Yue shook her head, “No.”

Qin Zhaoyi pursed her lips, her body too weak to move, her brows furrowing slightly. “Hold me again.”

Because of Luo Yue’s abrupt withdrawal after their passionate moment, Qin Zhaoyi felt like her heart had been punctured, with the sea breeze rushing in like a flood, swallowing her whole, drowning her.

She desperately needed some comfort.

Why was she the only one still trapped in that kiss, unable to break free?

Just moments ago, Luo Yue seemed to enjoy it as well, her hand caressing her back, fingertips sliding slowly down from her neck, tracing over each vertebra and lightly pressing on her coccyx, making her unexplored waist soft as a puddle of water.

But as soon as the kiss ended, Luo Yue changed.

From gentle to ferocious, then back to a stranger unrelated to this emotion.

Looking down at Qin Zhaoyi, observing her descent, enjoying her intoxicated expression, and even mocking her without reason.

Qin Zhaoyi’s heart was torn with pain. She reached out and grabbed Luo Yue’s neck, her whole body opening up wide.

From the shadow cast by the window outside, it must have looked like an extremely lascivious posture. But this seduction, she only displayed it all in front of Luo Yue.

Qin Zhaoyi looked at Luo Yue, who remained unmoved by her request, and once again lowered her voice, almost pleadingly, “Hold me.”

Luo Yue’s expression stiffened for a moment, but quickly returned to normal. She still didn’t yield to Qin Zhaoyi’s request, staring straight ahead and saying, “Why don’t you let your sister hold you?”

Qin Zhaoyi was momentarily stunned, not even remembering where she suddenly got a sister from.

It took her a moment to realize, furrowing her brow, “Zhong Yu?”

Luo Yue nodded lightly and chuckled, “Did you kiss your sister like this?”

As she spoke, Luo Yue reached out and caressed Qin Zhaoyi’s slender neck. “Did she touch you here?”

Qin Zhaoyi: “…”

Qin Zhaoyi felt helpless, not knowing how the topic of Zhong Yu came up again.

She and Zhong Yu were truly as innocent as can be.

Qin Zhaoyi’s patience was wearing thin, impatiently saying, “I’m just helping Zhong Ling look after her…”

Before she could finish saying “sister,” Luo Yue pinched her throat, but not too hard, pressing her fingertip against the side of her neck. “Answer me.”

Qin Zhaoyi paused, as if she had just met a stranger in Luo Yue.

A somewhat fierce, somewhat domineering Luo Yue.

But… she had to admit, she liked it.

The side of Luo Yue that she was showing in front of her, she liked it a lot.

Thinking of this, Qin Zhaoyi suddenly laughed, seizing some initiative in this relationship.

“What are you laughing at?” Luo Yue’s gaze was somewhat cold, but her gentle voice had a hint of sinister tone. Her fingers continued downward, the chilly touch passing over Qin Zhaoyi’s skin, causing goosebumps to form wherever they went, making her heart tremble along with them.

It was like torture, but a torture that she enjoyed.

She liked it so much that she wanted Luo Yue to keep going down, sliding over every inch of her skin.

She liked this behavior that made Luo Yue tremble.

Because Luo Yue was going crazy for her.

“Did she touch here?” Luo Yue pressed on her collarbone.

Qin Zhaoyi didn’t say anything, the redness in her eyes flickering upwards with a hint of cold charm.

“Here?” Luo Yue’s fingertip fell above her heart.

Qin Zhaoyi calmly waited for her to continue.

But the next moment, Luo Yue pinched her nipple through her clothes.

Qin Zhaoyi: “…”

Luo Yue approached. “Speak.”

Qin Zhaoyi chuckled. “What should I say?”

Luo Yue stared at her, like a predator eyeing its prey about to take flight, but her voice was cold. “Has she ever been this close to you?”

Qin Zhaoyi leaned in and kissed her lightly. “No.”

Qin Zhaoyi’s smile was radiant, and even the usually cold and beautiful woman had a charm when she smiled. “She hasn’t touched me there, there, or there.”

Qin Zhaoyi didn’t even need to point, easily answering Luo Yue’s question.

Then, fearing Luo Yue might ask again, she laughed, “She hasn’t touched anywhere Luo Jiejie wants to touch.”

Luo Yue hesitated for a moment, then her hand moved up and landed on Qin Zhaoyi’s lips. “Do you know where I want to touch?”

“In that case…” Qin Zhaoyi’s voice slowed down, “how about using your hands to mark the territory today?”

Luo Yue’s gaze became deep, with a hint of danger.

Qin Zhaoyi half provocatively and half teasingly said, “Where your hands circle, from now on, belongs only to you.”

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became ambiguous.

However, Luo Yue silently stared at her.

After a while, Luo Yue took a step back, pulled up her own open-front cardigan, and reached out to hook up the belt that Qin Zhaoyi had slipped down, as if cleaning up a crime scene.

After finishing the cleanup, Luo Yue said, “You belong to yourself, what does it have to do with circling?”

Qin Zhaoyi didn’t know how her emotions changed so quickly. Just now, she clearly saw ambition and invasion in Luo Yue’s eyes.

Now, everything seemed calm and peaceful, as if the anger had been vented and tranquility had returned.

Qin Zhaoyi said, “What if I’m willing?”

Luo Yue looked at her. “I dare not.”

Qin Zhaoyi frowned.

Luo Yue explained frankly, “I have no ability, so I dare not have a golden house to keep one’s mistress.”

Qin Zhaoyi, “…”

“It’s mutual consent,” Qin Zhaoyi said, “how can it be considered a golden house to keep one’s mistress?”

Luo Yue laughed, “Even the wealthy and luxurious activities are mutually willing.”

Qin Zhaoyi: “…”

Never expected that Luo Yue’s logic would be particularly logical in such matters.

Luo Yue stood in place, with a gentle temperament, completely different from the person who had just kissed her.

Qin Zhaoyi vaguely thought that what happened just now might be her illusion.

If a person remains the same before and after, it makes people lose interest.

But this kind of behavior, being a freak in bed and a gentleman off the bed, makes people want to keep verifying: is this person really so upright?

What people love the most is to pull the lofty immortals down, preferably turning them into evil ones.
Qin Zhaoyi asked her, “When you kissed me, did you feel the same?”

Luo Yue countered, “Feel the same how?”

Qin Zhaoyi hesitated, “I am my own person, not yours.”

Luo Yue’s expression changed slightly, but she couldn’t answer the question.

It was obvious she didn’t.

When she had just kissed her, she had felt a burning desire to crush her into her bones, wishing she could hide her away like she had wanted to at the beach, making her belong to her.

Qin Zhaoyi succeeded and chuckled, “We’re all villains in matters of the heart, but Luo Jiejie insists on playing the noblewoman. Truly…”

She paused, meeting Luo Yue’s slightly threatening gaze, and slowly continued, “Shameful.”

Luo Yue: “…”

Luo Yue nodded. “Indeed.”

She boldly accepted the role Qin Zhaoyi had assigned to her, and then laughed frivolously, “So shameful people can do shameful things.”

Qin Zhaoyi didn’t expect Luo Yue to be so nonchalant, but what surprised her even more was that the next moment, Luo Yue turned and walked away. “Shameful people don’t need to take responsibility for their kisses.”

Qin Zhaoyi: “…?”

No.

Qin Zhaoyi called after her, “Luo Yue.”

Luo Yue didn’t even turn her head, just waved her hand dismissively. “Remember to put away your nightdress properly, Noble Qin. Next time, wear something with even less fabric for me to see.”

Qin Zhaoyi: “…”

She never expected to be fooled by Luo Yue again.

And as Luo Yue stood at the door, looking at Qin Zhaoyi’s frustrated expression, she said with a smirk, “I trust that Noble Qin will keep her word.”

Luo Yue knocked on the door frame. “Make sure it’s the kind that can be torn off, lace would be best.”

Qin Zhaoyi: “…”

Grass.

A plant.

*an internet thing used as a censor. The character for grass is the same as for fck. So if you want to say f*ck without being vulgar, you use grass then “type of plant” after so that people will know it’s actually the expletive and not literal grass.

Qin Zhaoyi had been kissed up and down but still couldn’t get a hug.

It wasn’t until she came to her senses that she realized she had agreed to Luo Yue’s bottomless conditions for just one kiss.

Where is she going to find lace clothes that can be torn off?!

So, unable to sleep in the middle of the night, she got up and called Zhong Ling.

Zhong Ling happened to be awake, her voice tired. “What’s up?”

Qin Zhaoyi was furious. “Why did you send me those provocative pajamas!”

Zhong Ling: “…?”

Zhong Ling didn’t expect her big sister to call in the middle of the night for something like this, and suddenly became interested. “What’s wrong? Not satisfied?”

Qin Zhaoyi immediately imagined Zhong Ling’s carefree expression, which made her even more angry.

She had already conceded and compensated for that damn dress, and her friend was still mocking her over there.

Still laughing!

Really a dog.

Qin Zhaoyi cursed her silently, and Zhong Ling happened to sneeze, grabbing a few tissues from the table to wipe her nose. “Are you cursing at me?”

Qin Zhaoyi sneered, “Yeah, I wish I could punch you into the sea right now.”

But Zhong Ling laughed even more cheekily, “What could make my Yi Jie so angry? Tell me about it.”

“Happy to see me like this, huh?” Qin Zhaoyi scolded, “Why are you so annoying.”

“Then what?” Zhong Ling said, “Do you want me to care about your love life? Or do you want me to ask how to use that thing of yours?”

Qin Zhaoyi: “…”

No, that’s even worse.

Comparatively, Zhong Ling’s carefree attitude was better.

But…

Qin Zhaoyi was annoyed, “You shouldn’t have given me that thing.”

Zhong Ling shrugged, sounding helpless, “We’re all grown-ups. I care about you as a good sister. Can’t you appreciate it?”

Qin Zhaoyi: “…”

Zhong Ling left her speechless. Then she asked, “Did you call me in the middle of the night just to scold me?”

Qin Zhaoyi hesitated slightly, “Yes.”

She said it with an air of righteousness.

Zhong Ling was speechless, “Y jie, do you think everyone in the world is as successful and idle as you?”

Qin Zhaoyi, “Aren’t you?”

Zhong Ling, “I can barely live up to the first four words.”

Indeed, in the current situation, there were not many people of their age who could achieve such success. However, they had also endured a lot. Youthful energy couldn’t control everything, and Zhong Ling’s vigorous performance at work, showing a maturity beyond her age, was what kept her in control.

Qin Zhaoyi didn’t want to discuss work with her, but she also didn’t know how to steer the conversation back.

Normally, Zhong Ling would take charge of changing the topic, but tonight Zhong Ling was also very silent.

After a long silence, Zhong Ling finally asked, “When are you coming back, Yi Jie?”

Qin Zhaoyi sneered, “Why? Can’t find your little sister, so you miss me?”

Zhong Ling wasn’t serious either, “Look at you, even if I find my sister, I still miss you.”

Qin Zhaoyi rubbed her arm, “Cut it out, giving me goosebumps.”

Zhong Ling smiled but didn’t say anything.

After a while, Zhong Ling spoke again earnestly, “Yi Jie, I really miss you.”

Her tone was sincere, which caught Qin Zhaoyi off guard, “Did something happen to you?”

There was a moment of silence from Zhong Ling’s end, then she chuckled, “What could possibly happen to me? Even if the sky falls, there’s someone tall enough to hold it up. I’m not worthy.”

Qin Zhaoyi couldn’t shake off the feeling that Zhong Ling was hiding something from her, but with her mind filled with so much about Luo Yue, she had no time to inquire further. She could only express her frustration, “Why did you have to give me that thing?”

Zhong Ling: “…”

It was rare to see Qin Zhaoyi dwelling on the same issue repeatedly. Usually, once she got angry, saying it once was enough to move on. But tonight’s phone call, combined with previous ones, made it the third or fourth time.

And it wasn’t the kind of anger that was particularly intense; it sounded more like petulance.

Trying to pacify her, Zhong Ling asked, “What? Do you want me to retrieve it for you?”

Qin Zhaoyi replied in a subdued voice, admitting her embarrassment, “I threw it in the trash, and someone picked it up. Now everyone thinks I’m promiscuous.”

She gritted her teeth particularly hard on the last two words.

Zhong Ling paused, then burst into laughter, unable to contain it any longer.

Qin Zhaoyi: “…?”

Is this person for real?

“You’re insane,” Qin Zhaoyi was so frustrated she wished she could smack Zhong Ling right then and there. This was all because of the trouble caused by the two of them being too far apart. Otherwise, Zhong Ling would definitely be begging for forgiveness by now. “Look at what you’ve done.”

“Blame me?” Zhong Ling protested, “You threw it away yourself.”

Qin Zhaoyi complained, “Would I have thrown it if you didn’t buy it for me?”

Zhong Ling sighed, “Fine, blame me.”

Before Qin Zhaoyi could agree and hurl a few more insults, Zhong Ling quipped, “Blame me for your social death.”

Qin Zhaoyi: “…?”

Zhong Ling continued, “People can come back from death, but social death is worse than not living.”

Qin Zhaoyi: “…?”

“What should we do? Sister Yi, let’s jump into the sea,” Zhong Ling suggested.

Qin Zhaoyi: “…”

Zhong Ling’s remarks were getting more and more audacious, each one hitting Qin Zhaoyi’s sore spots. She clenched her fists, gritting her teeth, “Come here, and I promise not to kill you.”

“You didn’t want me to approach your little island, did you?” Zhong Ling retorted, “I’m not coming.”

Qin Zhaoyi threatened, “If you come, I’ll kill you.”

Zhong Ling clicked her tongue, “I’m so scared~ Murder is against the law.”

Qin Zhaoyi argued, “Killing you isn’t.”

Zhong Ling teased, “Wanna insult me?”

Qin Zhaoyi retorted, “You’re a pig.”

After that, both fell silent for a moment. A few seconds later, Zhong Ling burst into laughter, “Sister Yi, your vocabulary for insults is still so limited.”

Qin Zhaoyi hung up the phone.

Her mood, originally weighed down by annoyance, lightened considerably thanks to Zhong Ling’s nonsense.

But Qin Zhaoyi still didn’t get the information she wanted.

After a while, Zhong Ling sent a message: [Sister Yi, if you don’t want that clothes, what do you want? I’ll buy you something else? Something for you to play with?]

Qin Zhaoyi: [Go away.]

Zhong Ling: [Hmm, looks like I misunderstood.]

Qin Zhaoyi: [?]

Zhong Ling: [I thought you wanted something else.]

Qin Zhaoyi: […No thanks.]

Zhong Ling sent a “Fine” and then no more messages.

Qin Zhaoyi sat on the bed, the screen emitting a faint light as she gnawed on her finger in hesitation.

Thinking about what she promised to Luo Yue tonight, she hated herself for lacking self-control, for giving in so easily to such trivial matters. Yet, at the same time, she faintly anticipated seeing Luo Yue’s wild, frenzied side.

In the end, emotions triumphed over reason.

But as she typed, she comforted herself, saying that she only did it because she promised Luo Yue.

After a few seconds, Qin Zhaoyi asked: [Where did you buy that?]

Zhong Ling: [?]

Qin Zhaoyi: [The pajamas.]

Zhong Ling sent a link from a shopping website, but Qin Zhaoyi could only view it after downloading the app.

Zhong Ling: [Sister Yi, I’ve recommended this online shopping app to you countless times! As a person of the new century, you haven’t tried online shopping yet! It’s a miracle!]

Qin Zhaoyi: […]

Even through the screen, Qin Zhaoyi could imagine Zhong Ling’s tone and rolled her eyes: [Fine, I’ll use it.]

Then Zhong Ling sent a 20-second voice message.

Zhong Ling’s tone sounded a bit heavy: “Honestly, I should be happy that you found someone you like, but why does it feel so unpleasant in my heart? It’s like having your own vegetable garden raided by a pig, you know? And I always thought you were the one who had others firmly in your grasp, so I encouraged you to find a partner. But now it seems like you’re the one being controlled. Qin Zhaoyi, don’t let yourself get too deeply involved, or in the end, you’ll be the one suffering.”

Qin Zhaoyi simply transcribed the message into text and chuckled, “Why? Even if I’m suffering, can’t you comfort me?”

Seeing her arrogant tone, Zhong Ling tapped on the screen with her finger and replied — “Not necessarily.”

In the end, Qin Zhaoyi didn’t send it and changed the subject: [Yes, you’re there, but take it easy.]

Qin Zhaoyi: [Also, you’re the pig. Not her.]

Zhong Ling: […Okay okay, your partner is the best in the world.]

Qin Zhaoyi: [Yeah!]

Zhong Ling: […]

After Zhong Ling replied, an email popped up on her screen. She furrowed her brow, on the brink of rage, but still managed to calm down and open it.

It was from the same familiar sender, with the usual threatening tone.

[Director Zhong, have you thought it over? If the money hasn’t been wired in three days, this video will appear on the front pages of major platforms. Or, I remember you have a sister who’s still in school, should I send it to her first?]

Attached was a video clip featuring her and her ex-girlfriend.

Damn.

She wondered where the other party got the video from.

Besides, how long had they been broken up?

Unscrupulous media.

As Zhong Ling cursed inwardly, a second email arrived, with an even more explosive video attached.

They used to be reckless back when she was with Cheng Shiyu, but they never filmed such intimate videos. It seemed more like footage from a hotel’s security camera.

She didn’t even know how explicit the videos in the other party’s possession were.

The subject of this email was: [What if the whole country knew that Director Zhong is a lesbian? This video should attract a lot of attention, right? P.S.: Both you and your girlfriend have nice bodies.]

At the sight of the last sentence, Zhong Ling was so angry that she threw her phone to the ground.

The room fell silent, littered with broken fragments.

Meanwhile, Qin Zhaoyi finished downloading the shopping app and started browsing. To her surprise, in an age where even writing novels was restricted to above-the-neck content, there were still so many daring materials available on this app.

Some of the clothes had quite a bit of fabric, but they looked conservative.

As Qin Zhaoyi went through each item, she found them to be very inexpensive, probably meant to be used and then discarded.

Unconsciously, she added many items to her shopping cart.

In the silent late night, Qin Zhaoyi became engrossed in browsing, and suddenly a message popped up.

Luo Yue: [Still awake?]

Qin Zhaoyi, as if caught red-handed, immediately sat up straight, perked her ears, and took a while to realize she was alone at home.

Luo Yue wasn’t there.

This realization relieved Qin Zhaoyi.

Qin Zhaoyi replied: [You’re not sleeping either?]

Could it be that, like her, Luo Yue was tossing and turning until late at night, still savoring a kiss?

It seemed that she wasn’t the only one deeply entangled.

Qin Zhaoyi chuckled at the thought, but then Luo Yue’s message appeared: [Woke up from a nap and saw your light still on.]

Qin Zhaoyi’s smile vanished instantly.

Qin Zhaoyi retorted: [I got up to use the bathroom.]

Luo Yue: [Okay.]

Thinking this was the end of the conversation, Qin Zhaoyi was surprised when Luo Yue sent another message: [Got a song recommended on the homepage, sounds pretty good.]

Sharing music?

Qin Zhaoyi’s heart instantly softened, like a whole ball of cotton. [What song is it?]

Luo Yue shared a link, and Qin Zhaoyi saw the song title: “Unnecessary Explanation.”

It’s an old song.

Qin Zhaoyi said, “I think I’ve heard it before.”

Luo Yue’s voice was gentle, unhurried. “Is that so? Then listen to it tonight and sleep.”

Thinking Luo Yue was urging her to sleep, Qin Zhaoyi immediately turned off the light, lay down on the bed, and played the song.

She replied to Luo Yue: [Okay, goodnight.]

Luo Yue: [Sweet dreams.]

Qin Zhaoyi listened with her eyes closed.

Two minutes later, she sat up quietly.

Sweet dreams?

How could she possibly have sweet dreams?

The climax of this song is “She’s just my little sister, my sister says purple is very charming.”

Because Luo Yue kept saying these two words tonight, it triggered her PTSD as soon as she heard them.

Coincidentally, these two lines were very catchy and memorable.

So Qin Zhaoyi’s mind was filled with “She’s just my little sister, my sister says purple is very charming.”

Half an hour later, Qin Zhaoyi messaged Luo Yue: [She’s Zhong Ling’s sister! She doesn’t like purple either!]

Luo Yue: [Really? Do you like it, Mei Mei?]

*younger sister(not necessarily biological)

Qin Zhaoyi: […]

She was momentarily distracted by Luo Yue’s somewhat affectionate address. Qin Zhaoyi hesitated: [It’s okay.]

Luo Yue sent a voice message: “So, does Mei Mei like green?”

Qin Zhaoyi: […]

No, no, no.

Absolutely detest it.

“Unnecessary Explanation” by Xu Song.