Chapter 141 — Old Buffon's Origins
Years of Heartflutter · Page 124 of 214
"But..." Xiao Qing looked at Yang Ce with some disbelief. Wasn't it said that men were very petty about this sort of thing? Could it be that he simply did not care about her?
Then she saw Yang Min Lan smile and say gently, "Xiao Qing, do you remember the bloodstain on the bedsheet that time in Hong Kong? How do you explain that? You're not going to tell me you just happened to have your period that day, are you?"
"Of course not. I mean, sometimes doing it doesn't necessarily mean breaking..." Xiao Qing's face flushed bright red at once. Even though she had already been intimate with Yan, she still could not help feeling embarrassed at this moment.
"Forget it, Sister Xiao Qing. No matter how you were before, that is all in the past," Yang Ce waved his hand. "What I care about is your present, not clinging to things past."
"Really? Yang Ce, is that truly what you think?" Hearing Yang Jue Huan's words, Xiao Qing's expression lit up at once, but then dimmed again—because what she meant was something entirely different from what Yan imagined. The key issue was that she had done that with a woman, not a man. Even if Yang Ce could magnanimously tolerate her past, could he endure that his woman had once been homosexual? That was what Xiao Qing feared most.
But now that it had come this far, Xiao Qing threw caution to the wind. Gritting her teeth, she said, "Yang Ce, actually... things aren't quite what you think."
"Not quite what I think?" Yang Ce frowned. Looking at Xiao Qing's uneasy, frightened expression, he felt a pang of tenderness. "Sister Xiao Qing, I've already told you—whatever you were before, that's all in the past. What I, Yang Ce, care about is who you are now. A person can't live in the past, can they?"
"Yang Ce, actually, it's like this..." Seeing how certain Yang Ce sounded, Xiao Qing felt herself steadying a little. "Before I met you, because of what happened with Song Hang, I'd lost all faith in men. And it was during that time that I met a woman who'd been through something similar."
"Been through something similar? A woman?" Yang Ce was startled, and a vague suspicion began to take shape in his mind.
"Mm. Because we shared the same grief, we found more and more to talk about, and we'd often eat together, go out and have fun. Then one time, we both got drunk, and she suggested—suggested we watch a video together. And it turned out to be... a film of two women together. And so, in a fog, we..." Xiao Qing's account was halting and muddled, but Yang Ce had long since guessed the gist of it, so he understood well enough.
Watching Xiao Qing hang her head and tell him all this like a child confessing a misdeed, Yang Ce could not help but smile. This Xiao Qing of his—she really was adorable.
"And then the two of you just... did it?" Yang Ce pressed on.
"Mm." Xiao Qing nodded, not quite daring to look at Yang Ce.
"Ha, what's the big deal?" Yang Ce shook his head. "You're acting like it's some enormous thing. Never mind a woman—even if you'd done it with a man, I'd forgive you."
"Huh? Isn't being with a woman even more serious than being with a man?" Xiao Qing asked, puzzled.
"How could that be the same? Being with a woman is far less serious than being with a man," Yang Ce said.
"Why?" Xiao Qing shot back, finding herself unable to follow his logic. "If you were with another woman, at most I'd feel a little uncomfortable. But if you were with another man, I absolutely could not accept it."
"Good grief." Yang Ce slapped his own forehead. "How can they be the same? Men and women are two entirely different concepts."
"Two concepts? How are they two concepts? Don't you think the same way?" Small wonder—as a woman, Xiao Qing found it very hard to understand how a man's mind worked.
"Of course," Yang Ce nodded. "Think about it—if two women were hugging affectionately out on the street, would anyone think it improper?"