The Lady I Flirted With Is Here - Chapter 31

Chapter 31: Misunderstanding

The collective gaze of the group felt like it was burning right through her.

“Of course I’m not!” In her urgency, Lin Xian’s face turned a deep crimson. Why was everyone looking at her like that? She was very loyal, okay? With that thought, her confidence returned; she puffed out her chest, and the blush slowly receded.

Evening arrived before they knew it. The atmosphere grew heated as the conversation shifted toward private stories—it was inevitable that the topic of intimacy between partners would come up. During the game of Truth or Dare, since everyone knew each other well, the questions became quite bold.

He Yao stared at Jingjing with a wicked grin. “How did the first time feel, hmm?” Jingjing remained unfazed, looking at He Yao with a mocking glint in her eye. Kid, did you really think this would stump me?

Jingjing’s voice was flat, while Lin Xian’s ears turned pink. “It hurt a bit. After the pain, it was still pain. But the times after that were comfortable.”

A group of “little fledglings” stared at each other in silence. He Yao, who had been staring down the others, was quickly targeted for a question. Wen Chao asked with a retaliatory smile, “How many times a week for you and Tang Ni?”

He Yao hesitated, an awkward expression slowly surfacing. “None. We tried… she was in pain, and then…” He Yao started looking at the ceiling. Wen Chao burst into laughter. “Is it a technical issue, He Yao? It’s been almost four years!”

He Yao snapped back in embarrassed rage: “You don’t necessarily need ‘ch-ch-ch’ to have pleasure! I don’t go ‘in,’ but she’s still comfortable—isn’t that enough? You’re so old-fashioned. Does everyone have to imitate men?” He Yao caught her second wind and looked at Wen Chao: “Oh, I forgot, you’ve spent years wandering through the flower bushes—you ‘Old Driver’ (pro)!”

“I have not!” Wen Chao instinctively looked toward Lin Xian to defend herself, only to see that Lin Xian had unconsciously nestled into Fang Daiyu’s embrace and was nearly asleep. Her bare feet were up on the sofa, tucked under Fang Daiyu’s legs to keep warm.

That was right—Lin Xian was sensitive to the cold. Now that autumn was here, Wen Chao remembered how she used to give Lin Xian thick socks and gloves.

Wen Chao’s fire went out, and she fell silent.

He Yao didn’t notice the change; thinking she had successfully exposed Wen Chao’s secrets, she gave a smug smile. She rallied the group: “Hurry up, next one! Who hasn’t been asked yet?”

Everyone silently pointed at Lin Xian and Fang Daiyu.

He Yao jumped in excitement. “Aha! You two haven’t been questioned yet?”

Sure enough, in the next round, a drowsy Lin Xian was caught. He Yao rubbed her hands together. “Tell us, what is the most intimate step you and your lover have taken?” This triggered the gossip instincts of the whole group; everyone knew Lin Xian had only ever had one partner.

Lin Xian hesitated, unsure of what to say. She looked up at Fang Daiyu, her eyes as clear and inviting as a fawn’s. Fang Daiyu leaned down and gave Lin Xian’s lips a light, “dragonfly-skimming-the-water” peck, answering the question for her: “Just this.”

Fang Daiyu’s words were soft and her voice dreamy. Yaya, Nannan, and the Northeast girl sighed in admiration: “The ‘single dogs’ are being slaughtered by this cuteness!”

He Yao couldn’t stand the sight and yelled, “That doesn’t count! You’re breaking the rules!” Fang Daiyu just smiled and said nothing.

He Yao continued, “Since you love answering for Xianxian so much, let me ask you: have you had sexual experience before?”

Fang Daiyu’s eyes fixed on He Yao for a long time without speaking. Lin Xian suddenly grew nervous. She knew Fang Daiyu had never been in a relationship, but regarding that… what if? What if…

“No.” Two soft words landed on the floor. The group let out a collective breath of relief. Then, Fang Daiyu’s next words nearly killed He Yao with irritation: “But I think it’ll be soon. In any case, my ability and technique—” She glanced at He Yao, then fixed her gaze on Wen Chao: “—will always be better than yours, and certainly better than certain ‘veterans’ of the field.”

He Yao wanted to be angry, but arguing further on this topic would only be slapping her own face. These words didn’t sound like they came from a “gentle and quiet” girl at all. Everyone present began to form a terrifying new realization about Lin Xian’s girlfriend.

Yaya hesitated but eventually couldn’t resist comforting Lin Xian: “Xianxian, just be happy. What was that old internet quote? ‘Life is like being raped; if you can’t resist, learn to enjoy it!'”

“Huh?” Lin Xian was confused.

The Northeast girl asked the question everyone was worried about: “Daiyu, are you the ‘Top’ (Gong) or the ‘Bottom’ (Shou)?”

“Top? Bottom?” Fang Daiyu found these terms both familiar and strange. It wasn’t until Wen Chao explained, “Are you a ‘T’ (Tomboy/Top)?”

Fang Daiyu suddenly understood what they were thinking. She found it quite amusing.

“Yes?”

Wen Chao burst out laughing. “Lin Xian is also a T! Hahaha! T-on-T love never ends well!” Wen Chao was so triumphant she accidentally let her inner thoughts slip. Everyone looked at her awkwardly. Lin Xian’s eyes bulged like bells: “No, let me ask you—what’s wrong with being a T?”

Whether Daiyu was a T or not had nothing to do with Wen Chao. Was she trying to curse their relationship?

“Yes? No? Does it matter?” Fang Daiyu broke the tension, smiling at the group. “I don’t understand why things have to be divided so clearly. Doesn’t love have no labels? Isn’t the most important thing that I can give Lin Xian joy and happiness?”

Lin Xian was fiercely protective. At that moment, her eyes were full of stars as she looked at Fang Daiyu. “Exactly! We don’t care about ‘P’ or ‘T’ labels. So vulgar!”

Wen Chao gave a bitter, fleeting smile.

In her heart, she finally admitted that all that stuff Lin Xian used to say about “the same labels can’t be together” or various “TP” theories were just lies. It was just self-deception; humans are inherently hypocritical. But perhaps Lin Xian wasn’t being hypocritical; the truth was simply that she had used those labels as an excuse because she didn’t like Wen Chao.

Lin Xian was so sensitive—she was the type of person who would nip even a tiny bit of doubt in the bud.

Once, when she and Lin Xian had encountered a boy confessing his feelings, Wen Chao had watched like it was a joke, thinking the boy was overestimating himself. How had Lin Xian responded then? “You don’t necessarily like me. Have you ever seen the real me? You only like the version of me you’ve fantasized about. I’m happy you like me; it means I’ve made a good impression. But I’m actually not that great. You’re so brave, you must know that the love you truly want should be sincere, right?”

After the boy left, Wen Chao had teased her: “Just reject him directly. Why all the winding words? What if he doesn’t understand and keeps pestering you?”

Lin Xian had laughed. “He won’t. Any normal person would know I rejected him.”

…

There was a bottle of wine under the table that Jingjing had brought but hadn’t opened. Wen Chao picked it up and asked, “Can I drink this?”

Lin Xian’s eyes were still bright, but the source of her light was her lover. The moments she looked at Wen Chao were just small fragments of her attention. “Of course.”

Wen Chao drank in silence, occasionally joining in a word or two with the others. As it approached 10:00 PM, the Northeast girl suddenly shrieked, “The dorms are about to close!” At that cry, everyone scattered.

The table was a mess of cups and plates. When her friends offered to help, Fang Daiyu declined. Lin Xian rose from the sofa with blurry eyes, stepping into her slippers to clear the dishes. Fortunately, they were disposable plates from the supermarket, making cleanup easy.

A pair of hands stopped her. “Xianxian, be good. Go wash up first.”

“I can do it.” Lin Xian spoke with a drowsy, milky voice, sounding like a child.

Fang Daiyu couldn’t help but pull her into an embrace, patting her back. “Go wash up first, okay? I’m going to take a shower in a bit. Baby, help me run the water.”

Dazed with sleep and having her nose rubbed by Fang Daiyu, Lin Xian’s legs went soft, and she stumbled into Daiyu’s arms. Her sleepiness vanished instantly. Her breath was filled with Daiyu’s scent, and she felt a softness against her cheeks.

Lin Xian was incredibly embarrassed. She had almost fallen, and falling onto the floor would hurt, but standing straight… Ugh, what should I do? Daiyu won’t think I’m taking advantage of her, will she?

Although… for the first time in her life, Lin Xian realized a girl’s chest could be so soft—so soft she wanted to hide inside it and never come out. She couldn’t help it and secretly moved her face a little. Lin Xian bit her lip, a surge of emotion fluttering in her heart.

Fang Daiyu clenched her teeth and extended her arms. Her body was stiff; her sensitivity magnified every tiny movement. Even though she knew Lin Xian had just accidentally slipped, having that hot breath against her chest was intense. Using one arm, she pulled Lin Xian upright. “I’ll do the dishes!”

Poor Lin Xian stood there foolishly for several seconds before finally coming to her senses and blushing secretly.

…

The night was very quiet. Under the hot water of their separate washes, both their skins glowed pink. Fang Daiyu tucked the quilt around Lin Xian and kissed her cheek lightly. “Goodnight.”

Her hand was caught by Lin Xian. In the darkness, Lin Xian’s voice was exceptionally clear: “Sister, I don’t know much about relationships, but whatever normal couples do, I’m willing!”

Lin Xian let out a huge breath, feeling she had made the hint obvious enough.

They had been tiptoeing around each other. If Daiyu was afraid of awkwardness, then she would just propose it herself. The fingers hidden under the quilt were soon entwined by another hand. Fang Daiyu laced their fingers together and said with a hint of helplessness, “Xianxian, you’re still young.”

With a “click,” Lin Xian turned on the bedside lamp and sat up. She leaned over to look at Fang Daiyu, her eyes full of determination. “I’m not young! Starting to date at twenty is already ‘late-stage’ love.”

Lying on the bed, Daiyu looked as beautiful as a painting. she spoke: “Our relationship has already moved much faster than others. The number of days we’ve actually known each other totals less than a month.”

Lin Xian turned her body away, refusing to look at Fang Daiyu. She suddenly felt a bit hurt. Today’s Truth or Dare game hadn’t failed to plant seeds of thought in her mind. After thinking for so long and gathering the courage to give herself to Fang Daiyu—was it because she didn’t value herself?

No. From the moment she realized she was different, she had been waiting for this day for a long time. She had searched for so many years and finally found a lover she fell for at first sight. Daiyu was so perfect; Lin Xian asked her own heart—if it was Daiyu, she wouldn’t have any regrets.

In Fang Daiyu’s eyes, Lin Xian’s back looked thin and stubborn, so much so that she couldn’t help but sit up and hug her from behind.

This child… Daiyu had known she was special from the first day. In this “circle,” who would dare to offer their “first time” so proactively and without hesitation? The more she cherished her, the more she knew how precious it was.

As warmth pressed against her back, tears unconsciously fell from Lin Xian’s eyes, landing on the back of Fang Daiyu’s hand.

“Are you crying?” Fang Daiyu hurriedly turned the girl around. Seeing Lin Xian’s tear-streaked face, Daiyu panicked. She scrambled off the bed to get tissues and a handkerchief, clumsily wiping Lin Xian’s tears. She was terrified. “It’s my fault.”

Lin Xian burst into loud sobs, explaining through her hiccups: “I’ve never been in a relationship before, and I’m so scared! Sister, do you look down on me? Do you think I don’t respect myself at all?”

Hearing this, Fang Daiyu realized the misunderstanding. Looking at Lin Xian’s trembling, pitiful, and humble expression, she finally understood.

“Do you think… I don’t love you enough?” The moment Fang Daiyu said it, Lin Xian seemed to hit a pause button. Her nose sniffled, and tears flowed down the corners of her eyes again. “You just like me. You just think I’m fun.”

“Why?” Fang Daiyu’s voice was very calm.

Lin Xian was a bit startled by her expression. Thinking Daiyu was angry, she quickly explained: “Because we’ve only known each other for 25 days and been together for 18 days. I thought… a couple of 18 days couldn’t have love yet.” As Lin Xian spoke, her voice grew lower.

“Xianxian,” Fang Daiyu wiped the tears from her eyes. “If I didn’t love you, why would I be dating you? If I didn’t love you, why would I have chatted with you on WeChat for so long?”

“Maybe you just find it fun?” Now that Daiyu was being gentle, Lin Xian couldn’t help but argue back.

Fang Daiyu laughed. “Xianxian, you might have some misunderstandings about me.”