Could this day get any better? Roulan looks at the empty white wall in front of her; she's sitting on a comfortable bed.
With heart-shaped rose petals in the middle!?
Her honeymoon with Yanmei is not like this ordinary. They are situated in a 5-star hotel with Lanying.
Speaking of the woman, how is she?
She never heard from her, and she wasn't even able to ask Lanying for her number.
Here's what happened and the reason why Roulan's inside a what-looks-like motel for horny teenagers.
After the vows were made, the club members were quick to take action. They removed all the clothing they had put on the two women and dragged them inside a classroom that they had dressed up like a hotel.
Roulan can definitely hear the words until now.
"This is what we call a 7-minute honeymoon. You two will not do anything like they usually do, but they will talk with each other or spend time together. That's all you two need to do."
Before completely leaving and locking the door. Roulan is alone in the room because Huiqing went to the bathroom.
The door opened, causing Roulan to look at the small door behind her. Her gaze was met with Huiqing's smiling face.
"Did you wait that long?"
Huiqing asks, her hands dusting the invincible dust that went to her skirt. Huiqing's wearing a beige fitted shirt and a rust orange above-the-knee skirt.
Roulan smiled at her, shaking her head as her eyes went towards the clock. There's only 5 minutes left.
Huiqing went in front of Roulan, her eyes looking at the taller woman whom she towers over at the moment. She scanned the taller woman, which confused Roulan.
"Is there any problem?"
Roulan asks, and she quickly stands up from the bed, her hand reaching for Huiqing's forehead as the smaller woman blushes in the process. Her reaction caused more conflict inside Roulan's mind.
"Hey, are you alright?"
Roulan asks again, not hearing any answers from the beautiful woman in front of her. Huiqing quickly chuckled and nodded, grabbing Roulan's right hand that lay on her neck.
"Yes, I'm fine, Roulan."
The taller woman sighs in relief, retrieving her hands back from the smaller woman's grip.
"Thank God, I thought something was wrong."
She said. Her eyes widen when she suddenly feels a warm and wet thing on her cheeks. Huiqing leaned towards her on her tiptoe and planted a kiss on her cheeks.
Dangerously close to her lips.
Huiqing, tiptoe, kiss.
Those three words suddenly felt wrong. The woman's name shouldn't be Huiqing, and worse, she's on her tiptoe; her lips were on Roulan's cheeks, which are dangerously close to her lips.
Roulan quickly pushed Huiqing away, causing a stir of emotion to wave at the smaller woman's heart. Her giggling and almost childlike personality earlier left her body.
It was like a bucket full of ice was thrown over her head.
"I'm sorry, Huiqing, but this is wrong."
It felt like a broken record of audio was playing inside Huiqing's head. How every word that Roulan said was continuously playing.
Mostly the word "wrong."
What's wrong with their relationship? It's not like someone's against it. They like each other, and her mother wants her to have Roulan as her partner.
So there's nothing wrong.
Unless...
Huiqing felt the anger rising inside her. Her hand balled into a fist as she looked towards Roulan, who had her eyes plastered on the wall clock on top of the door.
She quickly grabbed the taller woman's arms, surprising Roulan, and pushed her towards the bed before she situated herself on top of the surprised woman beneath her.
"What's wrong with it? We love each other, right?"
Roulan couldn't pick up Huiqing's tone; something was wrong, and she knew it. Something's not right with her tone and flavor.
What is it though? She couldn't seem to pick it up.
"Tell me, Roulan, will someone get angry?"
There it is still—that unfamiliar tone and flavor inside Huiqing's words. The way she delivers it, it feels like someone's talking to her.
Roulan looks towards the smaller woman's eyes, her eyebrows furrowing as they whirl with emotion. She couldn't pinpoint it because it was mostly covered by Huiqing's blank stare.
But she knows there's something inside.
Before Huiqing could ask any further, the door opened. Roulan quickly stands up, accidentally pushing Huiqing on the other side of the bed, and sits up on the soft mattress.
Her eyes were met with the booth's coordinator, who laid a confused gaze. The woman on the bed smiled sheepishly, looking up at the wall clock hanging on top of the door, which showed that the 7 minutes had already ended.
She stands up, looking at Huiqing, who is lying on the bed, before pushing her hands to help the smaller woman sit up.
"Huiqing, it's finished already."
She said, causing the smaller woman to look at her and smile sweetly. This confused Roulan, as earlier, seconds before the coordinator opened the door, Huiqing held something peculiar.
She shrugged it off, sitting Huiqing up and helping the woman with her purse. Before they can completely leave the room, though, the coordinator stops them in their tracks.
"Wait, that 7 minutes isn't enough?"
"What? What else do we need to do?"
The coordinator smiled at them playfully. Their hands were raised in the air, releasing two wrist-size metal rings that were connected by a short chain.
A handcuff.
Roulan furrowed her eyebrows, not picking up the idea behind the marriage booth. Her mind even thought that the jail and marriage booth collaborated.
And now it's their time to pay off their debt with the wedding.
"I was supposed to ask for a fee because I saw you two in that position, but you two weren't doing anything."
The coordinator said, standing straight as they held Roulan's right wrist and handcuffed it. The other cuff went to Huiqing's left wrist.
"After the 7 minutes, you two will spend time outside of the booth with handcuffs. That'll only take an hour, so no need to worry."
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Roulan smiled at the people around the photo booth who looked at her weirdly. She's sitting on the chair beside Huiqing, her arms consistently raising as Huiqing uses both of her hands.
40 minutes into the handcuff, Huiqing suddenly ran towards the photo booth. Her shift suddenly became early as one of their members went home when she fell sick.
Of course, she still asked Roulan if it was all alright for her to go to where the cheerleading booth was. Without any complaint, because she wouldn't be able to pay the fee, she agreed.
And now, Roulan's been awkwardly sitting down, standing up, and making eye contact with the women behind the counter, where people line up to pay for the pictures.
She's been beside Huiqing for 14 minutes.
She can't wait to hear the alarm inside her pocket ring. The marriage booth coordinators made a small box where the key to the handcuff lays.
They have to wait exactly an hour to finally get the key and let their wrists breathe. And Roulan couldn't be more excited to get away from Huiqing.
She wants to find Yu and Lanfen to tell them about her interaction with the smaller woman. Speaking of her friends, she suddenly saw familiar figures walking towards the photo booth.
Roulan gulped, seeing how Yanmei's aura literally overshadowed Lanfen. Her eyes shook as they stared at each other. She couldn't read the older woman's thoughts.
"Roulan? We've been looking for you."
"Oh guys, you'll take some pictures?"
"Uh, hey...?"