Chapter 11 — An Indirect Kiss
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"Hurk—" The sound of dry heaving came at once from the washroom. Shen Yushu had been gloating at first, but seeing that Gu Mengyao's reaction was a little too extreme, she hurried after her to the washroom.
"Yaoyao... I told you, I said I'd better not say anything. You're the one who made me tell you..." Shen Yushu looked at Gu Mengyao with a pained expression, her voice tinged with apology.
"Then why didn't you say so earlier... hurk—" Gu Mengyao shot Shen Yushu a glare, then went back to dry heaving over the sink...
"No way... a reaction already, this soon?" Shen Yushu looked at Gu Mengyao and muttered to herself in confusion, "Mama said kissing doesn't make you pregnant."
Gu Mengyao had just started to feel a little better, but hearing Shen Yushu's words set off another wave of nausea. She remembered that she and that creature Wei Zhao had actually shared an indirect kiss, and tears began to patter down.
Her first kiss, treasured for eighteen years, gone just like that? Gu Mengyao's head swam, and she nearly fainted. She glared at Shen Yushu, aggrieved. "Pregnant my foot! Do you have any basic biology?"
"I don't? And you do?" Shen Yushu was rather unhappy herself. She thought, you're the one who carelessly went and had an indirect kiss with Wei Zhao. What does that have to do with me?
Gu Mengyao had already been upset enough, and there was Shen Yushu, gloating on top of everything else. Gnashing her teeth, Gu Mengyao suddenly threw her arms around Shen Yushu and pressed her own small lips to Shen Yushu's.
A smack of a kiss, and only then did Gu Mengyao let go of Shen Yushu, saying bitterly, "That's what you get for gloating. Now you're in it too."
"Ah—what are you doing?" Caught off guard by the kiss, Shen Yushu finally understood Gu Mengyao's malicious scheme. Well, that was that—she was implicated now too. Still, Shen Yushu felt somewhat better deep down, consoling herself: even if Wei Zhao's saliva on that drink bottle had gotten onto Yao Yao's lips, she had rinsed it all out just now, so there was no way it could get onto her own lips. Right, it definitely wouldn't.
With that thought, Shen Yushu's mood brightened considerably. Watching Gu Mengyao rinse her mouth over and over again, she picked up a cup herself and went through the motions of gargling.
After much fussing, Gu Mengyao finally calmed down. She understood that even if she rinsed her mouth until the skin peeled, it would do no good. What was done was done. There was no Doraemon's time machine in reality, no going back for a second try.
But as for Wei Zhao—he had utterly driven her insane. Letting that man move into her villa had been a colossal mistake.
A moment ago, Gu Mengyao had felt an urge to kill Wei Zhao—one of those impulses that demanded immediate action. If she'd had a knife in her hand at that moment, she would not have hesitated to plant it in his chest.
But now she didn't even have the strength left to curse. Gu Mengyao felt as though her entire body had gone hollow. Gazing at the table full of delicacies and at Wei Zhao sitting there with a dumb, vacant look on his face, her lips moved—but in the end, nothing came out. She turned and staggered upstairs.