35. Tricked
Yan Meng’er loved pink, so her room was also decorated in a girly pink. In addition to basic furniture, there were also many decorations.
On the bed, Yan Meng’er hugged a small plush doll, occasionally sniffling.
The plush doll resembled Yan Zhen. She had sewn it before being reborn. Because she was afraid of rumors and didn’t dare to approach Yan Zhen, she used Yan Zhen’s clothes to make a “cousin brother” to think of him when seeing the object.
As a reincarnator, Yan Meng’er was no longer in the mindset of a young girl. But after reconciling with Yan Zhen, she felt that she was becoming as childish as before. Otherwise, how could she cry over such a small setback?
It was just being beaten to it.
She knew that in the future, there would be many heaven’s proud daughters who were more outstanding and beautiful than her who would take a fancy to her cousin. As long as Yan Zhen had a slight willingness, he could have a harem. So Yan Meng’er had long prepared herself to be the lesser one.
The reason she was hit hard was purely because she had become complacent.
After reconciling with Yan Zhen, as they spent more time together and gradually returned to their previous atmosphere, Yan Meng’er felt that she was the closest person to Yan Zhen. The fiancée he had only met once and the incompetent cousin were far inferior to her.
Moreover, she had kissed Yan Zhen yesterday, which made Yan Meng’er feel even more elated and extremely pleased with herself.
Therefore, when she discovered that Yan Zhen and Instructor Yu Xuan had done something more intimate than her, she instantly felt like a clown.
— Why, even though she came first, was she always behind other women?
Anger.
Grievance.
Unwillingness.
But she shouldn’t be like this, because Yan Zhen didn’t deceive her. It was her who had assumed.
This little girl’s temper shouldn’t appear on her.
Because she was no longer her past self, and Yan Zhen didn’t like her willful and capricious side.
“Cousin got into a conflict with the instructor. I don’t know if he’s okay. I left him in the afternoon and stood him up. Will he be angry? Cousin should be back by now, right? Should I go to his room later to check on him and apologize to him…”
The more Yan Meng’er thought about it, the more depressed she became. Then she couldn’t help but hope in her mind:
Would cousin come to comfort her, knowing that she was unhappy?
If it were the previous cousin, he definitely would. But what about now?
Not anymore?
Even if she was forgiven after hurting him once, it was difficult to return to how it was before.
Is that so?
“Regret” fermented in Yan Meng’er’s heart, making her feel stuffy and uncomfortable in her chest. Hot tears fell in streams, wetting the pillow.
Until she heard Yan Zhen’s voice: “Meng’er, are you asleep? I’m coming in.”
Creak, the door that was specially left for him was pushed open. Footsteps extended from the door all the way to the bedside. Yan Meng’er held her breath and tightly hugged the Yan Zhen plush doll in her arms, not daring to turn around and respond.
“Meng’er? Are you asleep?”
Hearing this, Yan Meng’er quickly closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep.
Feeling the soft couch sink slightly, Yan Zhen sat down on the edge of the bed and gently shook her shoulder.
“She’s really asleep. I ran over for nothing. Should I take the opportunity to prank her and draw a few whiskers on her face?”
“…”
Yan Meng’er couldn’t keep pretending. She abruptly turned around and glared at her heartless cousin: “Cousin!”
But she saw Yan Zhen grinning at her, as if saying, “Stop pretending?”
Yan Meng’er felt tricked. Her face turned red. She turned her back again, hugged the plush doll tightly, and ignored him.
Yan Zhen put away his smile and patiently asked, “What’s wrong, Meng’er? I had some trouble at noon, so I didn’t come to find you. I didn’t mean to stand you up.”
Hearing his explanation, Yan Meng’er somehow felt even more aggrieved. Her nose turned sour, and tears rolled down in large beads again. No matter how much she wiped, she couldn’t wipe them clean, and she even started sobbing.
Uh, Yan Zhen was very embarrassed. He had clearly come to comfort her, but why did it seem to make her even sadder? But he didn’t say anything.
“Don’t cry, Meng’er. I’ll apologize to you, okay? I’ll take you to buy a new dress and eat delicious food tomorrow. If that’s not enough, I’ll take you to the famous scenic spots in Silver Moon City to play. How about that?”
The gentle tone made Yan Meng’er feel like she was dreaming.
Once upon a time, Yan Zhen had pampered her like this. When she was unhappy, he would do everything he could to make her happy.
It was she who feared rumors and gossip and actively pushed away this gentleness. When she wanted it back, it was already too late.
She was reborn with regret, thinking that she would never feel this gentleness from Yan Zhen again, but he really forgave her.
Yan Meng’er’s heart melted in an instant, but her tears flowed even more fiercely, blurring her vision.
She turned around and weakly looked at Yan Zhen, as if begging him not to abandon her: “Cousin, I…I…”
Yan Zhen patted her head and said softly, “Alright, alright, don’t cry. You’re so old, yet you’re still crying.”
“Wuwuwu, Cousin!”
Yan Meng’er couldn’t hold back anymore. She abruptly threw herself into Yan Zhen’s arms, hugging him tightly, wailing and crying.
“Cousin, you’re so bad. You clearly know that Meng’er likes you so much, yet you still won’t accept me and go flirt with other girls. Am I not good enough? Can’t Meng’er become Cousin’s important person? I hate Cousin the most! Wuwu…”
The more she spoke, the harder she cried and the tighter she hugged, as if she was afraid that if she let go, she would lose him.
Yan Zhen listened in confusion, patting her little head while thinking about when he had ever flirted with other girls.
He didn’t. He had been properly maintaining the persona of an emotionless leveling machine. Even if the girls in class stuck out their chests and offered themselves to him, he didn’t flirt with any of them. How dedicated!
Yan Zhen thought she was just talking nonsense from crying too much and comforted, “Good girl, don’t cry, don’t cry. If you cry more, you won’t be pretty~”
Yan Meng’er raised her pretty face, which was covered in tear stains, from his chest, sniffling and hiccupping, as if sulking: “If Cousin is willing to give Meng’er a kiss, Meng’er won’t cry.”
Oh my. How could she use this kind of reason to take advantage of him? Is this okay? This is not okay, ah.
Yan Zhen had a look of speechlessness, but seeing his cousin’s red eyes and pitiful appearance, he didn’t coldly refuse. He lowered his head slightly and kissed her smooth and tender cheek.
“Is this enough?”
He…he really kissed her? Yan Meng’er’s heart trembled. She touched the spot on her cheek where she was kissed, feeling a pleasant surprise as if she had encountered great luck.
But it was too quick. Before she could feel it, it was gone, making her very unwilling.
She blinked her eyes and stubbornly frowned at Yan Zhen, acting shamelessly: “Kissing on the cheek doesn’t count. You have to…kiss me on the lips.”
What kiss? Kissing on the cheek was still within the allowable range of Cousin’s persona, but kissing on the lips was too much.
Yan Zhen turned his face away but was turned back by Yan Meng’er. Her sharp gaze made it difficult for him to refuse.
After a brief hesitation, Yan Zhen lowered his head again and kissed Yan Meng’er’s lips, intending to break apart immediately.
However, this time, Yan Meng’er didn’t foolishly stay still. She immediately took the initiative to respond, her little tongue deftly probing into Yan Zhen’s mouth, deeply kissing him.
— Shit, I’ve been tricked!
Yan Zhen’s eyes widened.
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