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Chapter 129: Ambiguity is Innocent (Part 2)
"Are you feeling restless?"
Yang Ying clenched her fists, making a cracking sound, threatening Wei Yuan.
But this time, Wei Yuan seemed very serious as he said, "I really want to know."
Wei Yuan had originally thought that a woman as sexy and charming as her should be wearing something like lace or even just a thong. However, he found it hard to understand why she had such a cartoon obsession.
At that moment, he also realized that these two women were indeed quite strange. Despite living in the same house for so long, he had never had the opportunity to see them hanging their underwear on the balcony.
Han Ling could be explained; she had a bathroom in her room where she could easily hang her clothes inside, open the window, and let the wind dry them.
However, it seemed that Yang Ying only washed her intimate clothing when he was out for school, timing it perfectly so that she could hide those personal items before he returned home.
"Could it be that she never wears any?"
At that moment, Wei Yuan couldn't help but entertain such thoughts, and imagining that scene made him feel a rush of blood to his head.
Wei Yuan was not the type of perverted man; he had only read in a women's magazine about how to judge a woman's subconscious through her intimate apparel. So when he saw Yang Ying's cute underwear, he immediately felt that this girl must be inconsistent with her outward appearance.
Of course, this was not meant as an insult; he simply thought she wasn't as fierce as she appeared on the outside but was using this method to protect herself.
"I'm not joking; I really want to know."
Wei Yuan asked seriously. To avoid any misunderstanding from Yang Ying, he changed his approach: "Or how about this—why would a girl like you be interested in cartoon figures?"
Even if Yang Ying's intimate clothing featured a T-Rex or muscle men like Schwarzenegger, Wei Yuan would find it quite normal. But something like Winnie the Pooh seemed a bit ridiculous.
Yang Ying sensed that he wasn't trying to make fun of her and replied, "Why can't I like cartoon figures? I had a childhood too, you know?"
Wei Yuan saw her with the emotional expression of a leading lady from a Qiong Yao drama and immediately knew she was about to start talking: "Our master tried to prevent us from being tempted by the outside world by keeping us from going out. Our only entertainment back then was watching Cartoon Animation."
Hearing this, Wei Yuan began to understand and naturally wanted to tease her with this reason, as maintaining a childlike heart is not an easy task.
"I'll go get the medicine first."
Wei Yuan said this and opened the door to step outside. Following the direction of the table where the medicine was placed, he spotted Yang Ying's bottle of Blue Potion and walked over to grab it.
Han Ling, seeing that the two had been in the room for so long and now noticing Wei Yuan coming out for medicine, immediately asked nervously, "Who got hurt?"
Wei Yuan didn't know how to explain what had happened in the room to Han Ling, so he exaggerated the situation: "Just look at me and you'll know. She's inside crying her eyes out, completely bruised, unable to move her hands or feet, and has lost control of her bowels..."
Wei Yuan originally just wanted to make a joke because he rarely had the chance to see Han Ling smile. However, he didn't expect that Han Ling wasn't someone who understood jokes at all.
Or perhaps she simply couldn't grasp Wei Yuan's dark humor. Hearing his words and looking at the blue potion in his hand, she felt that Wei Yuan was indeed exaggerating, but she thought he was just proud of having beaten Yang Ying and was deliberately overstating Yang Ying's injuries.
After all, their understanding of each other wasn't deep enough. Wei Yuan also had that intimidating look about him, so Han Ling immediately regarded him as a man who would hit women, looking at him with some disdain.
"I thought you weren't the type to hit women."
Han Ling's words made Wei Yuan feel quite hurt. He finally had a chance to make Han Ling smile, but instead, she misunderstood him.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Seeing Han Ling heading toward Yang Ying's room, Wei Yuan felt compelled to rush up and block her while holding the Blue Potion.
Han Ling didn't even bother to look at Wei Yuan and rolled her eyes, saying, "I'm going in to check on Yang Ying."
Thinking about how Yang Ying was still wrapped in a bedsheet, wearing a short skirt that revealed her cute cartoon underwear while waiting for him to bring her medicine, if Han Ling went in and saw that scene, there would be no way for them to clear their names even if they jumped into the Yellow River.
"You really can't take a joke. Do I look like the kind of man who hits women?"
Wei Yuan originally thought that Han Ling would definitely have doubts about this statement, and then feel that she had misunderstood him, quickly apologizing for her slip of the tongue.
However, Wei Yuan's expectations were once again dashed. The foul smell coming from Wei Yuan and the wrinkled clothes he wore clearly indicated that he had just been through a fierce struggle.
Moreover, with Yang Ying teasing him like this, he had no reason not to fight back. It was just that Yang Ying didn't seem to be as badly off as he was; at least she was at a point where she needed to apply medicine, as evidenced by the bottle of medicine in her hand.
"It doesn't look like it, but the actual situation is still unclear," Han Ling finally said, preparing to open the door.
Wei Yuan quickly seized her hand before she could twist the doorknob.
Then Wei Yuan decided to change his approach: "Actually, what I have in my hand is a bottle of medicine to neutralize the smell on me. It will have a very strong odor inside; you might want to avoid going in."
"Really?" Han Ling expressed her skepticism.
Wei Yuan replied decisively, "Of course it's true. If you don't believe me, you can check later. I'm afraid the smell will be so strong that you'll faint as soon as you step inside."
Han Ling responded, "Yang Ying really shouldn't make such dangerous jokes."
Hearing her words, Wei Yuan quickly agreed, "You're right. I'll go in and relay your message to her. You should rest for a while."
At that moment, Han Ling shyly said, "Could you let go of my hand now?"
Wei Yuan then realized he was still holding her hand. He hadn't expected Han Ling to become shy; her face flushed bright red. Although the burn scar on her cheek was quite noticeable, if one only focused on her profile, she still appeared stunningly beautiful.
"What a pity."
Wei Yuan was captivated by the beautiful sight before him and sighed as he looked at her other injured side.
Han Ling seemed to realize what his words meant, and her expression suddenly became very strange as she forcefully shook off his hand.
Wei Yuan then realized that his words had hurt her feelings a bit, but in reality, her face could be healed. It was probably because this woman’s mindset had changed; she wanted to find a man who could overlook her appearance and still love her.
In this regard, Wei Yuan felt that women still did not understand a man's thoughts. It was like a beautiful woman being with an ugly man; it wasn't necessarily because the woman was after his money or anything. She might just feel that such a man was more honest and provided a sense of security.
“Too beautiful is worrisome, too ugly is uncomfortable.”
Most men have this mentality. Even if they like a woman very much, they cannot completely ignore her appearance. She doesn’t need to be stunningly beautiful or have a perfect figure, but at least she should be somewhat pleasing to the eye for them to feel better inside. Therefore, it is hard for a man to accept a woman who is not attractive but has a beautiful soul. Why couldn’t Han Ling understand this?
Wei Yuan opened the door and quickly locked it again under Yang Ying's instructions. He then walked over to Yang Ying with the blue potion and asked, “How do you use this?”
“Didn’t I tell you to find a cloth or towel?” Yang Ying replied.
As soon as Wei Yuan stepped out, he was met with Han Ling's questioning. There was no time to get that, so he simply reached out, lifted the blanket wrapped around Yang Ying, and grabbed her short skirt, pulling it down forcefully.
“What are you doing? I warn you not to mess around; I’ll knock you out with one punch.”
Yang Ying didn’t resist like other girls would by saying that if he came any closer, she would scream. She just threatened him with her fist, which was as big as a clay pot.
Wei Yuan didn’t exaggerate by saying that even if she screamed her throat raw, it wouldn’t help. He simply explained using the principle of resourcefulness: “You can’t wear your skirt anyway, so it’s better to just use it.”
Yang Ying had to admit that Wei Yuan's words made sense, but his actions seemed too rogue. What kind of reasoning was there in actively going to pull down a girl’s skirt? Did he really think of himself as not being a woman?
Yang Ying looked herself over several times and felt that she was still full of femininity. Didn’t this jerk think his actions were frivolous?
“You bastard! You’re the one who ruined my skirt; you owe me for it!” Yang Ying said angrily.
But it seemed she had forgotten that she was the one who provoked Wei Yuan first. At this moment, Wei Yuan's shirt had also turned into short sleeves. He simply said, "My shirt is ruined too. How about I compensate you for this? If you like, come over and take it off yourself; I won't resist."
Yang Ying couldn't help but laugh at his words, "You rogue."
Wei Yuan didn't have time to appreciate her rare charm; he held onto the half of Yang Ying's short skirt and opened the blue bottle, pouring the potion over it.
Wei Yuan continued to ask, "Then what happens next?"
Yang Ying came over and explained, "This potion is the only way to eliminate the smell produced after burning Dragon's Blood Herb. After you pour the potion on it, just rub it on your clothes, and then wait a bit; the smell on you will gradually disappear."
"Is it that simple?"
After hearing this, Wei Yuan quickly took Yang Ying's short skirt, poured some potion on it, and began to rub it on his sleeve.
Watching him hold her skirt and scrub away the remaining Dragon's Blood Herb smell, Yang Ying felt increasingly shy.
Once he felt he had rubbed it evenly, Wei Yuan handed the skirt back to her and said, "It should be good now; it's your turn."
Previously, Wei Yuan had poured all the potion from the bottle onto Yang Ying's lower body, which caused her skirt to be ruined and left a foul smell near her most sensitive areas.
"You go outside first. How can I clean myself with you looking at me like this?"
Yang Ying's words made her seem even more bashful, leaving Wei Yuan almost speechless. He thought such shyness was impossible for this Mother Tyrannosaurus.
Reluctantly, Wei Yuan said, "I'll go out, but how do I explain to Han Ling what you're doing here?"
After hearing his words, Yang Ying found some logic in them. However, with someone watching nearby, she felt a bit uneasy. Since she was about to clean a more private area of herself, she certainly didn't want Wei Yuan staring at her.
Yang Ying shyly said, "Then close your eyes."
In order to deal with her, Wei Yuan could only let it be and simply closed his eyes, handing her the short skirt that had been soaked in the potion.
At that moment, feeling Yang Ying take the skirt, Wei Yuan heard a faint sound of the blanket being lifted. Then he sensed that Yang Ying must have been using the skirt to clean herself.
Opening his eyes meant being a rogue, a lecher; closing them meant being a gentleman, a fool, and also less than a beast.
Many times, in such psychological struggles, one misses out on the beauty before them. Wei Yuan was a very pragmatic person; he thought that looking wouldn’t cost him anything.
The answer was affirmative, so he worked hard to overcome his mental barriers, constantly telling himself: it wouldn’t hurt to take a look.
Thus, under the dim light, he slowly opened his eyes. Of course, he only revealed a narrow slit between his eyelids, but it was enough to take in the beauty before him. At that moment, he had no regrets.
The girl before him was bathed in a holy glow under the moonlight. This description might be exaggerated, but Wei Yuan thought that since he was peeking at her, it was better to imagine her as radiant and magnificent; only then would she understand that he wasn’t entirely at fault.
This girl was carefully cleaning her lower body with her skirt, starting from her elastic long thighs and moving upwards until she reached her cute cartoon underwear. She kept adjusting it up and down, causing Wei Yuan's heart to race with her movements.
“Move it up a bit; taking off your underwear would make it cleaner.”
Wei Yuan kept giving her suggestions in his mind. Of course, he couldn’t possibly make any sound at that moment. In reality, his eyes were glued to her important parts, which was something an unrefined man would do.
Although Wei Yuan was also an innocent virgin, as a young man who had watched adult films for a long time, he understood quite a bit.
For instance, at this moment, he began to slowly shift his gaze upwards and focused on Yang Ying’s expression. The area she was cleaning was very sensitive for most women.
Thus, many exciting expressions appeared on her face. Moreover, standing next to a man added tension mixed with the urge to suppress any sounds she might make—enough to make Wei Yuan’s dormant volcano erupt wildly.
Furthermore, this woman had excellent qualities. Wei Yuan felt her rising frequency and noticed her face already flushed like peach blossoms, her eyes slightly closed as he caught a whiff of her enchanting fragrance.
"The main event has arrived."
Wei Yuan's heart raced with excitement. Although Yang Ying had already cleaned her spot, what she needed to do next was completely lift the blanket. The blanket itself had also absorbed that scent, and there was a powder from the Dragon's Blood Herb left on top.
She stood with her full hips, creating a pronounced curve in a special posture, which made Wei Yuan's fingers twitch. At that moment, Yang Ying wiped the bedsheet and slowly turned her gaze toward him.
Wei Yuan quickly regained his composure and wisely chose to close his eyes. Unfortunately, it was too late because he heard Yang Ying threateningly say, "If you keep looking, I'll poke your eyes out."
Although Yang Ying's words sounded somewhat angry, Wei Yuan could clearly detect the underlying tone. While she posed with her hand in a scissor shape, there was a hint of shyness on her face.
This was the last expression he saw with his eyes closed, but it confirmed something for him: Yang Ying was clearly teasing him. She could have let him leave or turned away, but she didn't.
Instead, she enjoyed being spied on by Wei Yuan, feeling a sense of accomplishment in successfully captivating this man's attention.
"Men are all the same."
From Yang Ying's lips, Wei Yuan became even more convinced of this idea. After setting aside her short skirt, Yang Ying covered the blue potion bottle and said to Wei Yuan, "Turn around and help me get a set of pajamas from the wardrobe."
"You can get it yourself," Wei Yuan replied.
Yang Ying smiled seductively and said, "Do you think I'm an idiot?"
Wei Yuan realized she was about to change clothes. After all, her short skirt had been damaged by him. No matter what pants or skirt she changed into, Han Ling would notice and misunderstand. They couldn't possibly explain away why they were researching something in the room without mentioning the skirt.
To avoid this misunderstanding, Yang Ying had no choice but to change into pajamas first and then let Wei Yuan step out while pretending to get ready for bed before coming out later.
So Wei Yuan decisively opened his eyes again but found that Yang Ying had already wrapped herself tightly in the blanket. With a charming smile on her face, she said, "Thank you."
Wei Yuan turned around and casually rummaged through the wardrobe for a set of pajamas. He handed them to her and instinctively closed his eyes again. After a while, when he opened his eyes, he discovered that Yang Ying was gone.
"Did she jump out of the window?"
Wei Yuan dismissed this thought when he saw the bedsheet still moving. It turned out that Yang Ying was hiding under the blanket, changing her clothes in her pajamas. He didn't expect her to have such a skill, and while he was impressed, he also felt a bit disappointed.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you."
Yang Ying suddenly jumped out from under the blanket, looking at Wei Yuan with a playful smile that made him feel uneasy. It seemed like she was fully aware of his little secrets, and then Wei Yuan felt his face turning red.
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