Chapter 1267 — Counseling Ying Ziyu
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"What?" Feng Xiaoxiao stared, then found it faintly funny. "Whatever made you go rummaging through other people's things?"
"I was afraid she might be hiding drugs or something, wasn't I?" Wei Zhao shrugged. "I'm handing her over to you."
"Very well." Feng Xiaoxiao nodded, pushed the door open and went into Ying Ziyu's room.
Ying Ziyu felt terribly wronged. As the big sister of her crowd, she had not shed a tear in a very long time — but today she had finally broken down. Wei Zhao was simply too much of a bully! A girl's private affairs were not something one could just blurt out — the nerve of him!
"Ziyu?" Feng Xiaoxiao saw Ying Ziyu with her face buried in the bedding, weeping softly, smiled, and went over to sit down beside her.
"Sis Xiaoxiao?" Ying Ziyu had not expected the person coming in to be Feng Xiaoxiao. She raised her head in some embarrassment and wiped the tears from her eyes. "How come you're here?"
Ying Ziyu's impression of Feng Xiaoxiao was a favorable one. They had hardly spoken, but Feng Xiaoxiao was surely far better than that tyrant Wei Zhao. She could not imagine how the tyrant had managed to find such a gentle and adorable girlfriend.
Gentle and adorable, was Feng Xiaoxiao? It was only that Ying Ziyu had never seen her other side.
"Why the tears? Where has the Ziyu gone who waved a cleaver around wanting to chop people up?" Feng Xiaoxiao laughed.
"Sis Xiaoxiao, you're making fun of me too..." Today Ying Ziyu was coming apart entirely. As for the tough, stubborn Ying Ziyu of old — to hell with her.
"It's not so much making fun of you. I've heard what it's about. It's only a vibrating egg, isn't it? I've used one myself. It's nothing." Feng Xiaoxiao began talking nonsense. The truth was she never had. In the past she had not even dared let herself entertain romantic thoughts; she had never had an imaginary lover to speak of, let alone masturbated.
It was only after she had gotten together with Wei Zhao that she had done so a few times recently — though only with her hand, and never with anything like a vibrating egg.
"Oh? You have too?" Ying Ziyu blinked, interest sparking at once. "You're not lying to me?"
"Of course not..." And Feng Xiaoxiao began to talk Ying Ziyu round.
Being several years older, Feng Xiaoxiao's outlook naturally differed from Ying Ziyu's. She simply set out the pros and cons and the things worth watching out for, and in so doing loosened the knot in Ying Ziyu's heart.
What the two of them actually said, only they themselves would ever know. But when Feng Xiaoxiao led Ying Ziyu out of the room, Ying Ziyu had stopped crying, and a shy little smile played across her face.
"It's about time — Chen Xi ought to be getting home. Ziyu, you stay in and study properly. I'll come and spot-check you next week!" Feng Xiaoxiao said to Ying Ziyu.
"Mm..." Ying Ziyu's bond with Feng Xiaoxiao was, by now, obviously wonderfully close. She clung to her arm, loath to let her go.