A week has passed since the project happened, and their presentation went great—not for Yanmei, as there were a lot of demonstrations that Huiqing did with Roulan—and they managed to get the highest grade possible.
It's only been a week since Yanmei's injured hand healed; although you could see a small fraction of the cuts, it was all good as Roulan took care of her throughout the whole healing process.
Roulan felt guilty, and with Shihong threatening her, she couldn't say no to taking care of Yanmei in her apartment.
She fed her, bathed her, dressed her, and even carried her just to go from bed to the couch—literally, Yanmei's request, which Roulan wanted to disagree with, but you know what that girl could do to her.
The week goes on like this.
*
"Roulan, I need to take a shower. I smell already."
The girl mentioned looks out of her kitchen and towards the living room, where Yanmei is sitting with the remote control in her hand as she continuously changes the channel.
Roulan sighs and shakes her head, wiping her hands as she finally finishes washing the dishes before walking towards the living room.
"Then come on and stand up already; I'll prepare your bath."
Yanmei scoffs before she raises her arms up, wanting the tall girl in front of her to carry her towards the bathroom.
"Come on, I can't bear the pain this injury's causing me."
She said, her eyes looking at the girl as she displays her puppy eyes, pleading with the taller girl in front. Roulan looks at her blankly, crossing her arms on her chest as they both held eye contact.
"Are you going to carry me or not?"
Yanmei's gentle expression turns into an emotionless one as she puts her arms down, getting tired from waiting.
"It's not like your feet are the ones that got hurt."
Yanmei scoffs, and her feet quickly kick Roulan's leg, causing the taller girl to stumble in her place as her butt slowly meets the hard floor.
"You're right; it's not hurting."
She said this before standing up and walking towards the bathroom as Roulan groans in pain, holding the leg that Yanmei kicks.
*
Roulan would say it's bad, but there's a lot worse than that. Yanmei keeps tormenting her with their sex life and how she can't wait for them to get married because she's dying to be touched.
And the younger girl can't even keep her quiet.
*
"You know."
As soon as Roulan's butt hit the soft couch, her eyes bore onto Yanmei, who took a bite of the apple that her father bought—well, their employee.
Yanmei looks at her, seeing the confused and furrowed eyebrows of the younger woman as she puts the apple down on the plate.
"I was thinking, what if we do our honeymoon in Paris?"
"And...?"
"You know, do the things we did on the second day we met."
Yanmei smiles widely, her teeth getting lightened by the sunlight that crosses Roulan's window as the girl in front of her closes her eyes.
Roulan rubbed her eyes and kept them closed, not wanting to get blinded by the brightness of Yanmei's smile.
"Ok, firstly, can you not smile?"
Yanmei drops her smile as she crosses her legs across each other.
Roulan slowly opens her eyes and sighs in relief, her back leaning on the couch as she leans her head back, wanting to take a rest.
"Second, it's not me who did that because I was drugged."
"Third, we can just skip that part and live our normal life."
*
When Roulan said those things, Yanmei was clearly not happy with her decision, so that night, Roulan had to cuddle Yanmei and resist the urge to go away from the girl.
Not that she's disgusted because Yanmei smells good—not gonna lie—and she takes good care of her hygiene.
But because of what happened to the two of them.
She doesn't even remember a thing, and she's still hesitant to believe that they did something.
"Dude, be spacing out."
Roulan shakes her head as she looks up, seeing Ai in front of her with a big smile on her face.
The girl sitting in the chair stands up and smiles at her.
"Hey, I never saw you coming into the library."
The schedule currently calls for lunch, but since Roulan has to take a test later, she decided to skip lunch to review the subject she has to take.
And also, not to mention, she wanted to avoid Huiqing and Yanmei if they kept talking about Yanmei's "partner," whom Huiqing hates.
"Huiqing's looking for you."
Ai said, sitting in the chair in front of Roulan. The girl sat back as well, her hands closing the book she was reading.
"Ah, well-"
"She told me you seem to ignore her."
"What?"
Roulan's eyebrows furrowed as Ai and she held eye contact with each other. She sighs in embarrassment before looking around the area.
"I did want to ignore her."
"Really? Is that why you two never went to school earlier this morning together?"
"Yeah, I didn't go to the cafe; we would always meet up."
Ai nodded her head, her back leaning onto the wooden chair as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"I don't know what happened to her, and she seems to be a little clingy to you, but I suggest you talk to her."
Roulan looks at her in confusion, as she thinks Ai would be mad at her for ignoring Huiqing this morning.
"You're not upset?"
"Why would I be? It's your relationship, and we, as outsiders, don't have any rights to step in."
Ai stands up from her seat, her eyes looking deeply into Roulan's as she smiles widely, offering her hand to the slightly taller girl.
"Come on, just go and talk to her."
Roulan grabbed Ai's hand as the girl guided her out of the library to go to Huiqing's place.
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"You shouldn't have bought her there so you wouldn't clean up."
"I already told you, we never did anything."
Yanmei rolled her eyes for the nth time this day as Guang continued to push the thought of Yanmei and Roulan doing something in her apartment.
Considering Yanmei's hormonal self, she wouldn't believe a single word that's going to come out of her mouth stating "They never did a single thing".
And she might manage to pull Roulan into doing something, but even if Roulan was gayer than her, she didn't think the girl would dare to lay someone on one's property.
But sure, Yanmei.
"Then what did you two do last night? Huh?"
Guang asks; the dish she bought from outside quickly went inside her mouth as she looked at the older woman in front.
Yanmei stabbed the fruit with her fork, looking at Guang intently as she bit into the juicy peach that she was eating as a dessert.
"As much as I wanted to get touched, I wouldn't ask someone to do it because she's the only one who'll deliver pleasure to me."
Guang has her eyebrows furrowed, looking at Yanmei as if the girl did something horrible that might get rotten in the future.
"So you just want to marry her because she's good at using her fingers and tongue?"