Among Three People Walking, There Must Be One Straight Girl - Chapter 6

Seeing Lan Ranxing get out of bed, Xia Wan said in surprise: “Is the sun rising from the west? Every one of you is waking up so early.”

She pulled Lan Ranxing to the dining table and sat her down: “Come, come, come, let’s sit together and wait for the meal. Yuyue’s cooking skills are way better than ours. We’re in luck lately.”

Xia Wan’s parents were away on a trip and wouldn’t be back for ten days or half a month. Lately, she had been freeloading meals at Lan Ranxing’s house, but now that Lan Ranxing had fallen out with her family, meals for the two of them had become a major problem.

Eating out for a day or two is a treat to satisfy a craving, but eating out every day isn’t so beautiful.

Xia Wan waited for a while but received no reply. She only saw Lan Ranxing staring fixedly at Lan Yuyue’s busy back. She waved her hand in front of Lan Ranxing’s face, but there was no reaction.

After a long time, Lan Ranxing finally snapped out of it: “What did you just say to me?”

Xia Wan raised her eyebrows, the teasing in her eyes unconcealed: “You weren’t…” handled by Lan Yuyue in just one night, were you!

Xia Wan’s words were interrupted after only a few syllables.

“I definitely did not hit her face.” Lan Ranxing’s gaze was firm. She was certain that she absolutely, positively did not hit Lan Yuyue last night; as for those things in the dream, she still had to think about them.

Xia Wan froze, her hand gesturing back and forth between the two of them as she shouted: “You hit her? And the face!”

One had to know, the point where Lan Yuyue and Lan Ranxing were most alike was that they both valued their face and dignity above all else!

Lan Ranxing hit Lan Yuyue—on the face, no less—and Lan Yuyue actually hadn’t retaliated yet?! Huh? That didn’t sound like Lan Yuyue!

Xia Wan wondered: if the two of them started fighting later, should she munch on melon seeds or snack on spicy strips?

Lan Ranxing hurriedly covered the corners of Xia Wan’s mouth, which were starting to curl up. She stole a glance at Lan Yuyue and lowered her voice: “I told you I didn’t! Don’t talk nonsense!”

Xia Wan’s eyes rolled as she raised and lowered her brows repeatedly, looking like she was saying “Guess if I believe you.” With twenty-one years of friendship, Xia Wan knew Lan Ranxing’s personality deep down.

Lan Ranxing emphasized again: “I really didn’t hit her.” Her voice grew smaller and smaller; she was starting to doubt herself.

Xia Wan pulled Lan Ranxing’s hand away and quickly said: “Then why do you have a guilty conscience?” After saying that, she put Lan Ranxing’s hand back.

“I…” Lan Ranxing glanced at Lan Yuyue. Lan Yuyue was skillfully chopping vegetables, glancing at the pot from time to time, busy as could be.

A strange sense of happiness lingered in her heart. At her home, only the nanny would cook in the kitchen; her mother rarely cooked, and the last memory of it was years ago.

Staring at Lan Yuyue’s back, Lan Ranxing drifted off into thought. She thought that if it stayed like this forever, it would be quite nice.

Scared by her own thought, Lan Ranxing suddenly crouched down, not daring to look at Lan Yuyue anymore. Holding her head, she murmured: “I might have done something even worse than hitting her.”

The scenes from the dream played out before her eyes over and over again. The sensation was so real that Lan Ranxing felt more and more like she had actually done it.

The cloying fragrance seemed to linger around her, and the smooth, delicate texture felt as if it were still moving over her lips. The realistic sensation made Lan Ranxing unable to lift her head.

Xia Wan sat down cross-legged, her large eyes blinking as she asked anxiously: “What, what, what? How bad is it~”

“I might…” Lan Ranxing hesitated on how to say it when Lan Yuyue pushed the door open, carrying a steaming clay pot. Steam rose, blurring Lan Yuyue’s face. Lan Ranxing’s heart skipped a beat—she looked even more like the person in the dream!

Lan Yuyue placed the clay pot heavily on the dining table, pulled out a chair, and sat down. Crossing her arms with a smile, she said: “Heh, I don’t need to feed it to you personally, do I?”

Xia Wan caught the meaning instantly and pulled Lan Ranxing into the kitchen. There were two more dishes in the kitchen, and Lan Yuyue had already prepared the bowls and chopsticks on the side; they only needed to carry them out.

Xia Wan nudged Lan Ranxing: “What exactly did you do?”

Lan Ranxing’s courage was cut short by Lan Yuyue’s words just now. She looked at Lan Yuyue and asked in a small voice: “How does she usually get back at people?”

If it was a direct beating, Lan Ranxing would be perfectly willing. She always felt that there was nothing that couldn’t be solved by speaking directly or dealing out a punch if one was unhappy. If Lan Yuyue wanted to, she would never fight back. She could even stretch her face out for her to hit—if one side wasn’t enough, both sides would do.

Beside her, Xia Wan recalled Lan Yuyue’s methods of revenge, and goosebumps broke out all over her body. She rubbed her arms: “No corpse left whole, and a short life ahead.”

Horror movies she had seen recently flashed through Lan Ranxing’s mind—being hacked into eight pieces, bits scattered here and there, and minced human remains. She silently went quiet.

The three of them at the dining table were silent, eating their own food, each with their own thoughts.

Xia Wan: What on earth did Lan Ranxing do? Where did the slap mark on Lan Yuyue’s face come from? What exactly happened between them last night! I beg for a pair of eyes that have seen it all.

Lan Yuyue: This concealer is good, at least they haven’t noticed.

Lan Ranxing: Did I really do those things in the dream? I’ll check her collarbone later—why is this clothing so well-behaved now? Slip down a bit! I want to see the collarbone. The slap on the face wasn’t from me, right? What kind of ‘no corpse left whole’ death is it? Oh, whatever—a cut from a stretched neck is the same as a cut from a retracted one.

A pair of chopsticks clapped against a ceramic bowl with a snap. At the silent dining table, the air seemed to turn cold.

Lan Yuyue acted as if she hadn’t heard, continuing to pick up food and eat her porridge.

“Last night I…” Lan Ranxing met Lan Yuyue’s indifferent gaze, and her courage was instantly drained away. Will she use that look to hack me into eight pieces? Will she show an excited expression? Lan Ranxing shook her head, gritted her teeth, and changed the question: “The slap mark on your face—did I do that?”

Lan Yuyue stroked her left cheek. She had hit it with her right hand so the handprint would be correct. She had used this trick before to frame disgusting people by hurting herself, but this was the first time she used it to get back at someone.

Lan Yuyue sneered: “I thought you didn’t dare to admit it.”

A light sentence that confirmed Lan Ranxing’s crime.

Lan Yuyue walked to Lan Ranxing’s side and leaned her left cheek forward: “Look, it’s been several hours and it’s still red. You have such a cruel heart~ You don’t have to do this just to kick me out.”

Saying this, Lan Yuyue thudded onto her knees at Lan Ranxing’s feet, lowering her head and sobbing quietly. As if summoning great courage, she looked up slightly; her reddened eyes were filled with tears about to overflow. Lan Yuyue cautiously grabbed a tiny corner of Lan Ranxing’s clothes: “I’m willing to wake up early every day to cook for you, I only beg you not to kick me out.”

The change came too quickly. Lan Ranxing suddenly jumped up and hid behind Xia Wan, moving with uncoordinated limbs. Her brain was a mess of mush as she stammered: “You, you, you, you, stand up and talk.”

Lan Ranxing, who usually only bullied others, had only ever encountered tough characters; she had never experienced such a soft attack, let alone someone kneeling and crying.

Lan Ranxing pulled Xia Wan’s hand, pleading for help: “Quickly, help her up.”

Xia Wan, sitting in her place, asked silently: What are you doing!

From the moment Lan Yuyue knelt down, Xia Wan knew that this slap definitely hadn’t been delivered by Lan Ranxing. But she didn’t quite understand—if it wasn’t Lan Ranxing who hit her, then what was the overbearing Lan Ranxing feeling so guilty about?

Xia Wan let out a “Heh”—it turned out she was the outsider.

Lan Ranxing pulled and pulled at Xia Wan but received no response. Seeing Lan Yuyue crawling toward her on her knees, she shrank behind Xia Wan, not daring to move, only daring to peek with one eye.

A teardrop fell, sliding down the slightly swollen face. Lan Yuyue looked as if she were accusing Lan Ranxing of cruelty.

Lan Yuyue threw herself onto Xia Wan’s lap, her body trembling as she wailed: “Wanwan, please, don’t let Ranxing kick me out, okay? I’ll be good.”

Lan Yuyue forced her body up and looked at Lan Ranxing: “As long as you’re willing to let me stay, you can hit my right cheek too, as long as…”

The neat clothing slipped down, revealing a fair and clean collarbone. Lan Ranxing hurriedly covered Lan Yuyue’s mouth to stop her from crying further. She let out a long sigh of relief—the collarbone was fine! She hadn’t done those things in the dream! Great!

Wait, was that slap really her doing?!

Lan Ranxing’s palm was pressed against Lan Yuyue’s lips. Her palm was stained wet, and that spot gradually grew burning hot. Lan Ranxing wanted to pull her hand back, but she was afraid Lan Yuyue would continue to be a pear blossom bathed in rain: “Um, I won’t kick you out. Can you stop crying? If you can, give me a nod.”

Seeing Lan Yuyue nod, Lan Ranxing slowly let go. Her fingers were curled into her palm, and when she touched the wet spot, she quickly let go.

Suddenly, Lan Yuyue leaned her right cheek forward, tears still on her face. Lan Yuyue blinked: “Then do you want to hit my right cheek now?”

Lan Ranxing also knelt down, waving her hands frantically and bowing: “No, no, no, no! I’m the one who should apologize, I shouldn’t have hit you.”

In a corner where Lan Ranxing couldn’t see, the corners of Lan Yuyue’s mouth curled up. Xia Wan asked silently: Have you had enough fun yet!

Lan Ranxing was clumsily washing dishes in the kitchen. Xia Wan grabbed Lan Yuyue and took her to the balcony.

Xia Wan stood with her hands on her hips: “Leniency to those who confess, severity to those who resist.”

Lan Yuyue yawned: “Ask your little childhood friend. I’m going to go catch up on some sleep.”

She grabbed the escaping Lan Yuyue: “In my house, you have to listen to me. Speak! What on earth happened last night!”

The summer sky was rare, overcast with clouds. A gust of wind blew through, bringing the sound of the wind through the open windows on both sides. The clothes hangers overhead clattered against the drying rack.

Xia Wan looked up—panties?!

They were the ones Lan Ranxing had tossed to Lan Yuyue last night!

Xia Wan’s eyes widened like copper bells. Two girls sleeping together, and the next day one wakes up guilty and the other starts acting up and washing a pair of panties—is this a question she should be pondering?!

Dozens of voices were talking in Xia Wan’s brain. She became incoherent: “Last night, you two, that, uh… hiss… ah!”

By the time she finally straightened out the question she wanted to ask, Lan Yuyue was already long gone.

Xia Wan turned her attention to the person who was easier to get information out of.

“Ranxing~ Yesterday~ You two…” As soon as Xia Wan started, Lan Ranxing immediately cut in.

“Yesterday, it was because my sleeping posture was too bad and I accidentally hit Lan Yuyue. But it’s fine now, it’s all cleared up. Actually, I think Lan Yuyue is quite a nice person.” Lan Ranxing wiped her hands dry and patted Xia Wan’s shoulder: “Better than I imagined. She’s a good person.”

Xia Wan: “?” Are you serious?

Watching Lan Ranxing’s carefree back as she walked away, Xia Wan began to doubt her own judgment.

Something is wrong. There is definitely something wrong.