Ran Jing tends to go to bed relatively early. Beautiful women need plenty of sleep to maintain their skin quality, so don't believe that women who spend their nights partying until dawn have good skin. It's obvious they rely on makeup to cover it up. Nonetheless, I still appreciate women who are skilled at using makeup to enhance their appearance; at least they avoid being an eyesore and even contribute to the "beautification" of society. In my view, makeup is an essential skill for women to master for their social survival.
After Ran Jing goes to her room, I usually return to mine to play games or watch DVDs.
Today, I watched a movie that had a dialogue suggesting that when men and women live under the same roof, men want to open the woman's door, and women want the man to open her door. Sometimes, women might deliberately leave their door unlocked, waiting to see if the man has the courage to open it.
I've often thought about sneaking into Ran Jing's room. However, always trying to maintain my gentlemanly image in front of her, I could never do something so underhanded. But today's movie left a significant impression on me. I really wanted to verify if Ran Jing's door was also unlocked. Though I'm usually skeptical of such scripted scenarios, there's sometimes a kernel of truth in them.
Finding a reason to open Ran Jing's door became my starting point. No matter how dubious the reason was, I needed a justification I deemed acceptable.
Rather than just thinking about it, I decided to act. It was almost 1 AM, and Ran Jing should be in a deep sleep. I was only going to check if her door was locked—nothing to be afraid of, right?
I tiptoed to Ran Jing's door, lightly grasping the handle and slowly turning it. To my surprise, the door really wasn't locked. My heart raced, and the urge to push the door open grew stronger. I wanted to see Ran Jing sleeping (I swear that was my only thought, although I didn't consider if the dim light would let me see clearly. Would I really stand by her bed for a closer look?).
Steeling myself, I pushed the door open. To my shock, Ran Jing's light was on, and she was still awake, sitting on her bed and staring at me with wide, puzzled eyes.
"You're not asleep yet?" I asked.
"No."
"Why didn't you lock the door?"
"I'm still awake. Why should I lock it?"
"Good point. Well, when you do go to sleep, remember to lock it."
I fled from Ran Jing's room in a panic. This was a disaster. I had now barged into her room twice. She had already called me a pervert last time. Would she upgrade that to "big pervert" this time? Had my carefully maintained gentlemanly image been utterly destroyed?
I spent the night pondering the difference in severity between "pervert" and "big pervert." Early the next morning, I was groggily woken up by someone shaking me. Opening my eyes, I saw Ran Jing standing by my bed, glaring at me.
"What are you doing, standing there like a statue first thing in the morning? You scared me," I said, instinctively pulling my blanket up. Did I also have a habit of being peeped at?
"What are you doing? Afraid I'll molest you?" Ran Jing noticed my movement.
"How would I know? I'm not that easy."
"Then why did you sneak into my room last night? Didn't I tell you to knock before entering?"
"But you never knock when you come into my room."
"Because I'm a woman," Ran Jing said, hands on hips, with justified confidence.
"Aren't we pursuing gender equality now?"
"Others can, but not you and me."
"Why not?"
"No reason."
"Why no reason?"
"Because I'm a woman!" She triumphantly ended the conversation and walked away. Because you're a woman? If it were just because you're a woman, I wouldn't endure so much. It's because you're a beautiful woman, a very cute and heart-stirringly beautiful woman.
As long as men have a trace of lust in their hearts, they can never achieve equal footing with women.
Although my attempt to "bravely" enter Ran Jing's room failed, it seemed she wasn't planning any severe punishment for me.