Chapter 11 — An Indirect Kiss
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"Hurk—" The sound of dry heaving came at once from the bathroom. Shen Yushu had been gloating at first, but when she saw that Gu Mengyao's reaction was really a bit extreme, she hurried after her.
"Yaoyao... I told you, I said I wouldn't say it. You were the one who made me." Shen Yushu looked at Gu Mengyao with a bitter face, a little apologetic.
"Then why didn't you say so earlier... hurk..." Gu Mengyao shot Shen Yushu a glare and went back to heaving over the sink...
"No way... a reaction this fast?" Shen Yushu looked at Gu Mengyao and muttered, puzzled, "Mom said kissing doesn't get you pregnant."
Gu Mengyao had just begun to feel a little better when she heard this. Nausea surged again as she remembered that she and Wei Zhao had actually shared an indirect kiss. Tears came streaming down her face.
Her first kiss, treasured for eighteen years, gone just like that? Gu Mengyao's head swam; she nearly fainted. She glared at Shen Yushu, aggrieved. "Pregnant my foot! Do you have any idea how biology works?"
"I don't? And you do?" Shen Yushu was none too pleased either. You were the one who carelessly had an indirect kiss with Wei Zhao, she thought. What does that have to do with me?
Gu Mengyao was already miserable enough, and there was Shen Yushu gloating. Furious, she clenched her teeth, reached out, and seized Shen Yushu in a hug, pressing her own little mouth to Shen Yushu's.
With a smacking "mwah," she kissed her, then let go. "Serves you right for gloating. Now you're in on it too."
"Ah! What are you doing?" Shen Yushu, caught off guard by the kiss, finally understood Gu Mengyao's vicious scheme. Well, now she was tainted too. Still, she felt a little better about it. She consoled herself: even if Wei Zhao's saliva on that bottle had gotten onto Yaoyao's lips, Yaoyao had just spat it all out clean. It definitely could not have gotten onto her own mouth. Right. Definitely not.
At this thought, Shen Yushu's mood improved considerably. Watching Gu Mengyao rinse her mouth over and over, she picked up a cup and went through the motions of rinsing her own mouth too.
After a long while, Gu Mengyao calmed down. She understood that even if she rinsed her mouth until the skin came off, it would do no good. What had happened had happened. There was no Doraemon time machine in real life; you could not go back and do it over.
As for Wei Zhao, though, she was on the verge of going mad. Letting this person move into her villa had been a colossal mistake.
A moment ago, Gu Mengyao had even felt the urge to kill Wei Zhao, an urge that demanded action. If someone had handed her a knife then, she would not have hesitated to drive it into his chest.
But now she did not even have the strength to curse. Gu Mengyao felt as if her whole body had collapsed. She looked at the table full of food and at Wei Zhao sitting there like a dolt, and her lips moved, but in the end she said nothing. She staggered toward the stairs...
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