After soothing the glasses-wearing girl, Xiao Hong soon woke up from the sofa.
She felt a bit chagrined.
No matter what, falling asleep in front of the person she admired was just too embarrassing.
When others ask her later, saying, “I really envy Senior Xiao Hong… what’s it like to be alone with Jiang Cheng?”
‘It felt great to sleep.’
She couldn’t possibly say something like that!
“I’m sorry, excuse me, goodbye!”
Xiao Hong apologized triple-strike, picked up the glasses-wearing girl, and embarrassedly ran out.
Jiang Cheng watched the two girls leave, feeling a bit complicated.
Now that she knew you liked her, and that the best friend in your arms actually wanted to hook up with you—she couldn’t say that kind of thing anymore.
Jiang Cheng could only pray that one day when Xiao Hong was brought to bed by her best friend, she wouldn’t just think the other was joking.
Knock knock knock—
“Please come in.”
Jiang Cheng said without looking up.
“Hello, Jiang Cheng…” a cautious voice sounded.
“I… I want to ask you some questions.”
Jiang Cheng paused for a moment, then suddenly lifted her head.
At the door stood a girl about 160 cm tall, wearing an old-fashioned sweatsuit, with her black hair tied in a simple ponytail.
Her style was very unremarkable, but when she raised her head, a delicate and pure face was revealed under her bangs.
“Yao… Su Mengyao?”
Jiang Cheng was surprised.
“Why are you here?”
‘Was I exposed… no, Yao Yao still called me Jiang Cheng, not White Snow… at most, she might be a little suspicious?’
“It’s like this, um… Jiang Cheng, can I close the door?”
Close the door for what?
Jiang Cheng became alert.
Was she going to act out a room where they couldn’t leave without cuddling, or simply pull out a knife and put it to her neck, saying, “If White Snow doesn’t love only me, then die!” or something like that?
How could that be possible.
Jiang Cheng laughed at her own overly rich imagination.
How could Yao Yao do something like that?
After all, she was Su Mengyao, the one most afraid of loss and least daring to act.
So…
“Su Mengyao, please sit here.”
“Um… Jiang Cheng, there’s a rather private topic I want to ask…” the girl hesitated and sat beside Jiang Cheng.
A rather private topic!
Jiang Cheng got excited.
Ah, I get it!
It’s about love, right… no, no… that kind of thing can be asked of White Snow or Sugar.
Then it’s probably something more private, more unspeakable, something she can’t let those close to her know, so she has to ask a “stranger” who she only met once but seems reliable.
Oh, girls are like that.
So what kind of weird thing could it be?
A shameful kink? Or a huge secret?
Spill it all!
“It’s… Jiang Cheng, I think I’m… a lolicon…”
Wow!
Jiang Cheng let out a “gugu” of amazement.
That really is a dark and explosive, absolutely unspeakable super…
Wait a minute.
That lolicon you mentioned, it couldn’t be me, could it?
***
“Su Mengyao, may I ask what the person you like is like?”
“Um…”
Su Mengyao didn’t think there was anything wrong with Jiang Cheng asking that, but she didn’t want to reveal White Snow’s cat identity, so she hesitated and finally decided to say what she could.
“She is a very cute girl with white hair, like Jiang Cheng. She’s about 140 cm… maybe not even? Anyway, she’s really small, looks like she’s twelve or thirteen… um, I’m not a pervert, but she’s really cute… Really, I’m not a pervert.”
Okay, you don’t need to keep emphasizing that you’re not a pervert.
I get it.
Jiang Cheng inexplicably felt a headache coming on.
She rubbed her temples, feeling that things were a bit complicated.
Crushing… well, too obvious, it’s open love.
In short, the girl who openly loves me came to me to say that I’m just a loli to her?
That’s really weird…
“Su Mengyao, why don’t you go home and ask her? Maybe she’s just underdeveloped and actually a bit older than you.”
Jiang Cheng said helplessly.
“Eh, is that so…”
Su Mengyao clutched her clothes, eyes dazed, recalling the moments between White Snow and herself.
No matter how she thought about it, she couldn’t convince herself; she really looked like a child.
So did that mean she was a weirdo who liked children?
Wah…
Seeing the girl like this, Jiang Cheng sighed.
No gossip to eat, so uncomfortable.
“By the way, Jiang Cheng.”
“Hm?”
“How did you know she was at my house?”
***
Jiang Cheng suddenly looked up at Su Mengyao.
The girl’s gaze had somehow stopped dodging.
She stared straight into Jiang Cheng’s eyes, tilting her head, looking very serious.
Jiang Cheng inexplicably felt a chill, from the bottom of her heart, as if something was watching her.
She quickly activated Soothing, activated “Motherly Love Overflow,” and even activated Acting Cute, but it was completely useless!
That feeling of falling into an ice cave didn’t ease at all.
“Why would Jiang Cheng think that the other person was in my home?”
she said.
“That’s really strange. It could be a classmate’s little sister, or a little girl met on the street…”
“No, no, I just…”
“Maybe the other person isn’t even a person? Why did Jiang Cheng immediately ask me ‘What is the person you like like?’ instead of ‘What type do you like?’ Could it be that Jiang Cheng knew who I liked and was just confirming?”
“No, how could that be…”
“Yeah, how could it be.”
Jiang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.
“How could Jiang Cheng possibly know these things? Unless… unless you were following me. No, there’s nothing about me worth following. You were following White Snow!”
Su Mengyao’s voice suddenly rose several octaves.
She straightened up and pounced, pinning Jiang Cheng down.
Caught off guard, Jiang Cheng was pressed onto the sofa, dazed from the fall.
But the girl’s unmistakable anger in her words quickly sobered her up.
“Why are you following White Snow!”
“I’m not!”
“Then how do you know those things!”
Su Mengyao’s arm pressed against Jiang Cheng’s chest, making it hard for her to breathe.
“Just… um… just a coincidence…”
“How can there be so many coincidences!”
The girl wouldn’t let it go; she had to get an answer.
What should I do?
Jiang Cheng was really panicking.
Su Mengyao’s strength was unexpectedly great; she had no ability to resist.
So should she turn into White Snow Cat?
No, she couldn’t.
Su Mengyao’s mental state was inexplicably off; if she turned into White Snow, she’d have no way to hide.
If Su Mengyao went crazy, she herself would be here and couldn’t escape.
What should she do!
Hurry up and find an excuse…
“Su Mengyao, actually… I… I was…”
Bam—!
“Jiang—Cheng—!”
An icy voice mixed with barely contained anger sounded from outside the door.
“What are you doing!”