Poisonous woman, jealous woman, at this mont, several emotions that could describe a woman’s vile nature combined on Ah Qing’s delicate face.
Watching Ah Qing’s slender fingers gently pinch the whip marks on her body, Huang’Er’s face turned pale with fright.
This shouldn’t be pinched.
Just thinking about the ensuing sharp pain made her palms sweat slightly.
"..."
Who is this wicked woman before her?
Where is her adorable sister?
Huang’Er swallowed her saliva, carefully moving her body, yet Ah Qing’s fingers had no intention of letting her go, and her originally pretty nails never left her sore spot.
It’s truly maddening.
"Qing... Ms. Qing, what are you trying to do?"
"Just want to ask you so questions." Ah Qing smiled gently: "Ni Zi, since you’re such a smart person, giving a satisfying answer shouldn’t be difficult."
Huang’Er: "..."
Now it’s just regret.
Very much regret.
She probably shouldn’t have flaunted her little cleverness in front of Ms. Qing; now, she’s been driven to the edge of the cliff.
To be honest, she really didn’t want to get involved in the matters between Ah Qing, Yun Qian, and Xu Chang’an.
Smart girls could sense how much trouble lay within.
It’s beyond irritating.
But now she can’t avoid it; her favorite Ms. Qing has already deeply fallen into the sweet trap spun by Miss Yun.
"Sister, regarding your matter with Miss Yun, I’m... actually not in a position to give advice, right?" Huang’Er made a last attempt at struggle: "If you act on my advice and it results in sothing Miss Yun dislikes, how should I account for it later?"
"It’s okay." Ah Qing was completely indifferent.
She could see clearly now.
The Huang’Er in front of her might seem young and clumsy, but in reality... she was indeed clever.
At least, in aspects of emotions and understanding won’s thoughts, she was ahead of this wicked woman by far.
That’s right.
Ah Qing indeed wouldn’t underestimate any girl now, but relatively... her expectations and trust in won had considerably increased.
What had Huang’Er said before?
"Didn’t you say earlier that for a woman, being independent is important, but learning to rely on others is also crucial?" Ah Qing reminded her: "I’m facing a problem now, and I’m seeking your help."
"Ms. Qing, do you call this relying?" Huang’Er looked at Ah Qing’s nails against her wound and was montarily speechless.
Dear aunt.
Could anyone teach Ms. Qing the difference between relying and threatening?
But after a mont of silence, finding herself eting Ah Qing’s gaze, surprisingly... she burst into laughter.
Ah Qing was taken aback: "You little thing, weren’t you scared? What are you laughing at."
"Nothing." Huang’Er’s smile lingered at the corners of her mouth.
Sure enough, having known Ah Qing for this long, she realized now that Ah Qing had genuinely approached the kind of integration seen at the Flower Moon Building.
Her current deanor was simply identical to those unreasonable, bullying sisters within the building.
In Huang’Er’s eyes, there was never a mont in the past where Ah Qing seed as much like a woman as she did now.
This is the greatest progress.
That’s good enough.
"Sister, are you serious?" Huang’Er asked.
"Serious? What do you an?"
"About Miss Yun."
Huang’Er didn’t ask about Xu Chang’an because Ah Qing’s sentints towards Xu Chang’an were evidently written on her face; as long as Ah Qing holds onto the Pear Blossom Umbrella Xu Chang’an gifted her, there’s no need to inquire.
Only feelings towards a woman warrant careful questioning.
"Miss Yun... is serious." Ah Qing didn’t refute, just recalling sothing, then spoke with a stern face, and a calm tone: "Her hands are soft, and she carries an indescribable, pleasant fragrance."
When Xu Chang’an rescued her from the cage, the feminine aura he carried belonged to Yun Qian.
The fragrance under the ultimate scene is a scent lingering on the mind, no matter what, unable to fade.
"Miss Yun’s hands are soft..." Huang’Er’s eyes twitched slightly.
Ms. Qing, do you hear what you’re saying?
Harassnt.
This is simply harassnt.
"Couldn’t you at least say you admire Miss Yun’s carefree lifestyle?" Huang’Er covered her face: "Nowadays, you and I seem no different from lustful won..."
"What’s wrong with being lustful." Ah Qing looked at her curiously: "The rotation of Yin and Yang is also a Supre Principle of Heaven and Earth."
Huang’Er stared at her: "This is Yin Yin, I do understand these principles."
"It’s okay; I can make myself look more like a man in appearance." Ah Qing placed her fingers on her long hair, mimicking a cutting motion: "For example, cutting it short?"
"Are you planning to beco a nun?" Huang’Er was utterly helpless, but jokingly, she understood just how much Ah Qing liked Yun Qian, simultaneously exposing envy, yet also feeling it’s perfectly natural.
She wouldn’t be jealous of Yun Qian.
Would a man get jealous if his wife liked landscapes or scenic spots?
Who would get jealous over landscapes?
In her heart, Yun Qian is the distant scenery, the unattainable vista, so she won’t be jealous of Yun Qian, only envious.
If she were a girl like Miss Yun, Ms. Qing would like her too.
Huang’Er pursed her lips: "You really are a realistic girl, just know you like good-looking people."
Ah Qing snorted lightly. "Do you an to say, if not attracted to the attractive, should one be attracted to the unattractive?"
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