Chapter 27: Why Is It Always You
“Sister Ying, why aren’t you coming in?!” Wang Xiaoyan didn’t even look at Zhao Ying and turned back to her own room. As her protruding butt bounced here and there, Yang Ming’s heart was also jumping here and there.
“I’m so sleepy. I can’t even open my eyes...” Wang Xiaoyan slowly walked forward.
“Xiaoyan, why didn’t you wear something at home?” Zhao Ying stomped anxiously. This Wang Xiaoyan was really careless. She didn’t see a man standing right in front of her, and still bounced her butt looking so flirtatious.
Wang Xiaoyan staggered forward, “Sister Ying, it’s already midnight. I’m going to sleep. What are clothes for? Besides, I’m not afraid to be looked at.”
Zhao Ying thought, You’re not afraid to be looked at by me, but there’s still another person here! “Xiaoyan, my friend is here. If you’re not afraid of being looked at, then so be it!”
“Sister Ying, don’t talk nonsense. Who would come this late...” Wang Xiaoyan felt something was wrong before she finished her sentence. She wasn’t drowsy anymore. She quickly turned around. “Ah!!! Why... Why, it’s you again!”
“Yeah, it's me, pretty lady. You should be saying ‘How old are you?’, instead of ‘Why it’s you again’!” Yang Ming laughed while he greeted Wang Xiaoyan with his right hand. Yang Ming thought, Aren’t you a minx? What’s wrong with letting me look!? Maybe you are generally f***ed by many men.
When Zhao Ying heard their conversation, she thought it strange and funny. She couldn’t understand how they met each other. It’s not possible. Last time when Yang Ming visited, she was still in the room.
“Hmph!” Wang Xiaoyan huffed coldly then she covered her boobs and lower body, then rushed toward her room. “Bang!” the door closed tightly.
What are you trying to cover? Yang Ming thought, If I wanted to look at you, covering up, even closing the door, would be ineffective! Yang Ming had decided that Wang Xiaoyan was a loose woman in his heart, so he despised that she still wanted to act like a virgin.
Zhao Ying saw Wang Xiaoyan rush toward her room. Zhao Ying shook her head and thought, I had reminded her many times. She just won’t listen to me. Now you have a taste of what it's like. Let’s see if you will learn from this experience next time.
Yang Ming looked at Zhao Ying’s irritated expression, and he explained helplessly, “Sister Ying, you can’t blame me for this. Besides, I can’t even see anything.”
“What else do you want to see?!” Zhao Ying poked at Yang Ming’s forehead. “Tell me everything you know. Why did Xiaoyan say “Why it’s you again”? Do you two know each other from before?”
Yang Ming straightaway played dumb, “How would I know? Even now I’m still wondering...”
As Zhao Ying heard Yang Ming’s words, she had no doubts. After all, Wang Xiaoyan and he couldn’t have gotten to know each other too. Zhao Ying thought that maybe it was when Yang Ming visited last time and Wang Xiaoyan saw his face through the gap in the door.
Zhao Ying looked at her watch, and said with concern, “Quickly go to the washroom and wash your face. I will apply the ointment for you. It's already ten o’clock. Your parents will worry if you don’t get back soon!”
Yang Ming thought, I have already told my family that I was taking you out for dinner, so it’s ok to be late, but the problem is what to do about my face? If I go back like this, I will definitely be questioned.
Yang Ming went into the washroom. While he was looking at the empty bathroom, his mind involuntarily fantasized. The image of Wang Xiaoyan's charming body in the shower came to his mind, his lower body part was turned on again. Yang Ming immediately washed his face and conveniently took a towel to wipe his face. Because the attractive scent of a woman still lingered on the towel, Yang Ming couldn’t help but sniff longer.
“Yang Ming, are you done? Why are you so slow... ?!” Zhao Ying then pointed at the towel he used to wipe face.
“What is it?” Yang Ming saw Zhao Ying come in and he was embarrassed to continue sniffing the towel. He acted like he had just finished wiping and put it back.
Zhao Ying’s expression looked strange. “You... just wiped your face with that?”
“Yes, why?” Yang Ming saw Zhao Ying’s expression and he asked curiously, “This is your towel right? I’m just using it for a little while. Shouldn’t you be less stingy?”
“I'm... not... actually that’s... Ai, it’s fine. It’s not a big deal.” Zhao Ying felt her face burning and her sentence became incoherent.
Girls usually took extra care of personal hygiene. They separated carefully the towels for wiping face, legs, and the bottom part. This pink towel was the towel Zhao Ying used for her lower body parts and Yang Ming was wiping his face with it! She was really embarrassed. It was as if her lower body part was stuck to his face!
How could Yang Ming possibly know this? He was happy to use her towel. If he knew the truth, should he feel happy or helpless?
Zhao Ying applied the medicine on Yang Ming’s face. Although he looked horrible, it was still better than the injuries from the prior incident. Yang Ming wanted to stay for a while, but he saw that Zhao Ying was already yawning, so he stood up and said goodbye.
Yang Ming’s bicycle was gone, and there were only a few cars passing by, so he had to walk home alone like last time.
He passed by a few pubs and heard earsplitting singing from the pubs. This is really morally wrong. It’s so late at night yet you’re singing so loud. Isn’t this disturbing the residents? Yang Ming stopped and looked at the pub with disgust, but then he turned around and kept walking. Suddenly someone pulled him back.
Yang Ming turned around and realized the person was a girl with delicate looks. She was wearing a school uniform too.
Yang Ming asked cautiously, “What’s the matter?”
The girl hesitated for a long time without saying anything. “Big brother... You... You think...”
“What are you trying to say?” If the girl wasn’t pretty, he would have already lost his patience and rushed home.
“I wanted to ask you. Do you... Do you want me... to accompany... have company for one night?” The girl faltered with a fully blushed face.
“Company for a night?” Yang Ming was baffled. It’s not possible. Was this girl a prostitute? Looking at her pure face, Yang Ming really couldn’t believe that she was a hooker! But he thought about the wench, Wang Xiaoyan, again and he spontaneously cursed, Son of a b****. Things that look pure were lewder nowadays.
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