Chapter 11: A Night of Mistakes (Part 3)
The movie had also reached its climax. Wei Yangsheng was ambushed by assassins on his way home. He raised his spear to strike, but the assassins blocked it with two large shields. Wei Yangsheng’s expression changed slightly. His spear moved back and forth between the two shields, until the assassins could no longer hold them steady. Wei Yangsheng thrust again, but he deliberately slowed down his force, the spear inching forward…
Finally, Wei Yangsheng won the beauty, and the movie ended there.
But in the dimly lit room, another movie had just begun.
At 5:20 in the morning, Lu Li woke up with a start. He instinctively reached out to embrace someone, but found himself alone in bed. Sister Yameng was gone, but her scent still lingered on the freshly changed sheets. A piece of fabric had been cut from the center of the sheet, proof that what happened last night wasn’t a dream.
He slapped himself hard, then slapped himself again. Without even bothering to wash up, he rushed out into the corridor in his underwear, braving the cold wind, and knocked on his sister’s door. But after waiting for a long time, there was no answer. Lu Li turned around, grabbed the spare key to his sister’s apartment, and opened the door. His sister was already gone.
Lu Li frantically called his sister.
“Sister Yameng… You… Where did you go?” As soon as the call connected, Lu Li hesitated, not knowing what to say.
“I’m at school, practicing with Zhou Wen.” Sister Yameng’s voice was as usual, as if last night was just a dream.
What are you afraid of? My dear sister…
Lu Li made up his mind. “Sis, I actually…”
But Zou Yameng quickly interrupted him. “I’m busy practicing now. Let’s talk when I get home.” Then came a beep. Sister Yameng hung up the phone in a hurry. This was the first time, the first time she hung up on him before he could finish speaking. Lu Li typed “I love you” on WeChat, but after hesitating for a long time, he deleted the message. Some things were better said in person. Superficial words weren’t enough to soothe his sister’s restless heart.
He sighed and went back to his apartment, checking the unread messages from yesterday.
As expected, it was a message from Chen Jianing. She sent him another screenshot of a positive review for Black Wolf’s Ring, proudly explaining how she had turned over a new leaf. After sending a dozen messages without receiving a reply from Lu Li, she finally sent a single period and went silent.
At seven o’clock sharp, An Baili was waiting outside his door on time, ready to go to school with him. Lu Li locked the door nervously and asked, “Baili, did you hear any noise last night?” It shouldn’t have been too loud, right? Both he and Sister Yameng tried their best to suppress themselves, suppressing not only their emotions, but also their moans of passion.
An Baili rubbed her sleepy eyes. “No, did something happen last night? Sorry, honey, I went to bed early…”
Lu Li was relieved, but also felt a pang of guilt. He pinched An Baili’s cheek. “Are you too worried about the music? You’ve been looking more and more tired lately. Don’t rush it…”
An Baili giggled dreamily. “Kiss me and I’ll be energized.”
“Oh, I want a kiss on the lips, not the cheek, silly Lu Li.”
“Don’t spank me…”
Their laughter faded away as they walked away. Meanwhile, in the distant Mulan City, Chen Jianing was sitting in the university cafeteria, checking her phone every now and then, waiting for a reply from a certain someone…
At Chuanhai Women’s Sports School, Coach Dan thought Zou Yameng’s old injury had flared up and urged her to rest in the locker room, asking Zhou Wen to look after her. Zou Yameng was now the treasure of the Chuanhai Women’s Sports School table tennis team. Everyone knew she had been selected for the national second team. Even a slight frown from her would attract a crowd of girls offering their concern.
Zhou Wen knew what was going on. She closed the metal door of the locker room, making sure no one was around, and whispered, “Xiaomeng, did… did you and Little Li do it?”
“…No.” Zou Yameng denied it stubbornly.
“Not yet? You’ve been walking strangely today.” Zhou Wen insisted. “What did Little Li say? After all that, he must have some feelings for you, right?”
Zou Yameng blushed. “It’s all because of your stupid DVD. Why would a girl like you collect that kind of stuff?”
“Xiaomeng, that’s a stereotype…” Zhou Wen waved her hand dismissively. “Forget about me, let’s talk about you. Who initiated it last night? You or Little Li?”
Who initiated it? Zou Yameng couldn’t quite figure it out. She felt like it was her. She had invited Lu Li to watch the movie with ulterior motives. The suppressed feelings in her heart were like a volcano about to erupt. As the day of her departure approached, the volcano became more and more restless. She desperately wanted something to happen between her and Lu Li before she left – not as siblings.
But she remembered everything that happened last night vividly. Her maidenly modesty made her stop at the last moment. It was Lu Li who took the initiative, breaking through that forbidden door. But she also felt that Lu Li might have had his own motives.
Who had actually trapped whom?
After the intimacy, as desire subsided, her dignity and reason as an older sister regained control. She didn’t know how to face Lu Li, or rather, she felt ashamed to face her brother. How could siblings end up sleeping together while watching a movie? Perhaps even more shameful was how tightly she had wrapped her legs around her brother’s waist last night… In short, Zou Yameng got up in a panic, cut off the plum blossom pattern from the bedsheet, and stumbled to school.
Lu Li’s foreplay was thorough, his movements gentle. The pain of losing her virginity wasn’t intense. There was a slight stinging sensation, followed by waves of pleasure. Even so, Zou Yameng’s legs felt weak while she was washing up, and she almost fell several times. She instinctively felt that Lu Li was too experienced in this matter, but she couldn’t figure out why.
“It… it was me who initiated it.” Not wanting her best friend to think Lu Li was a lustful pervert, Zou Yameng decided to take the blame for last night’s “mistake.” “I seduced him… He, he was very resistant…”
Girls who lacked relationship experience loved to play relationship counselors. Zhou Wen furrowed her brows and thought seriously, analyzing the deeper meaning behind Lu Li’s every action. She spoke with an air of authority. “…In my opinion, Little Li must be in love with you but is suppressing his feelings, that’s why he resisted…”
What utter nonsense. Even though she knew her best friend was talking nonsense, Zou Yameng still nodded absentmindedly in agreement.
“By the way, you haven’t told me what Little Li said afterwards. Did he sit on the edge of the bed and smoke, you know, lighting a cigarette with a deep expression, then putting it out halfway through, and silently getting dressed…”
Zou Yameng pressed her hand against Zhou Wen’s head. “Stop imagining things, my Little Li doesn’t smoke. He… he didn’t say anything, because I left before he woke up.”
“What? Xiaomeng, you’re so foolish!” Zhou Wen exclaimed, her face contorted in an exaggerated expression of worry. “Then how do you know what he’s thinking?”
Zou Yameng whimpered, pulled her knees to her chest, and buried her head in her arms. “I can’t face him now.”
Zhou Wen gasped. This was the first time she had seen the usually confident and strong Zou Yameng acting so vulnerable. “But you have to see him when you go home tonight, right?”
“Zhou Wen…”
“Yes?”
“I’m going to sleep at your place tonight.” Zou Yameng looked up, tears welling up in her eyes. “I really can’t face Little Li… Sob…”
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