Try Saying You Don't Like It - Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Yin Qiuman is using this photo as her WeChat profile picture. Is she not afraid?

Or is it that she is truly no longer afraid, just as she said?!

He Xinglan held her phone, completely stunned, until Lin Yue nudged her shoulder.

“Hey, why are you spacing out? What’s wrong? That WeChat account isn’t hers?”

“It is.”

He Xinglan replied while pressing ‘Add Friend.’

Then, the two drank their wine while waiting for Yin Qiuman to accept the invitation.

But even after they slowly finished the wine in front of them, Yin Qiuman still hadn’t accepted He Xinglan.

Lin Yue rubbed her eyes, which were starting to feel sleepy, and mumbled, “He Xinglan, are we idiots? It’s already past two in the morning. Your white moonlight is probably sleeping soundly. She won’t immediately accept your friend request.”

Lin Yue felt the saying “near vermin, acquire its stain” was very true. He Xinglan was flustered by concern, and she was flustered by He Xinglan’s concern.

Her mind was completely muddled.

He Xinglan subconsciously looked at the time on her phone. It was indeed the middle of the night.

Yin Qiuman had clearly told her she was going to sleep right when she arrived.

Lin Yue patted He Xinglan’s shoulder, “Don’t wait tonight. Just go to sleep. When you open your eyes tomorrow morning, your white moonlight will definitely have accepted your friend request.”

“You’re not going back tonight, are you? It’s too late to check into a hotel, so just crash here in the office.”

“Are you taking the bed or the couch?”

He Xinglan turned off her phone screen. “I’ll take the couch.”

“Okay, I’m taking the bed.” Lin Yue didn’t stand on ceremony and walked straight to the small, one-meter-twenty-wide bed in the office.

He Xinglan sat on the couch for a while. She thought, What if Yin Qiuman wakes up in the middle of the night to use the restroom and accepts her friend request? But eventually, she succumbed to her drowsiness. The tall woman curled up on the couch and fell asleep.

The next morning, He Xinglan woke up at 6:25 AM. The moment she opened her eyes, her hand reached for her phone.

The friend request still hadn’t been accepted.

He Xinglan instinctively frowned, then relaxed when she saw the time on the screen.

6:25 AM. Yin Qiuman was probably still asleep.

He Xinglan put her phone back. The soreness in her eyes hadn’t completely faded, so she closed them, hoping to doze off again. But with the matter weighing on her mind, she couldn’t fall back asleep.

He Xinglan constantly tossed and turned on the couch. This state was like when she was eighteen, just after she had confessed to Yin Qiuman.

She had asked Yin Qiuman to meet her in the small grove behind the school to confess, but Yin Qiuman hadn’t immediately told her whether she would be her girlfriend.

He Xinglan hadn’t slept that entire night Yin Qiuman was considering, filled with both excitement and anxiety.

The next day, at dawn, He Xinglan rushed to Yin Qiuman’s house, called the already-studying Yin Qiuman downstairs, and, without giving her a chance to speak, directly seated herself in the position of Yin Qiuman’s girlfriend.

Overbearing, aggressive, she made the choice for Yin Qiuman.

It’s just adding Yin Qiuman on WeChat. Does she need to repeat the same aggressive play?

But this time, Yin Qiuman was the one who initiated the contact.

He Xinglan pursed her lips, feeling inexplicably wronged.

She was the one who actively sought me out, yet I’m the one who had to add her on WeChat. Couldn’t she have been more proactive and added my WeChat before I returned?

After internally blaming Yin Qiuman, He Xinglan started to self-reflect.

Did my slightly cold attitude make Yin Qiuman reconsider? She actively suggested getting back together, but I acted aloof. Am I being too precious?

He Xinglan was pulled back and forth by these self-inflicted guesses. She checked her phone every five minutes, lasting until ten o’clock in the morning.

Just as He Xinglan was once again deeply engaged in self-doubt and self-criticism, her phone chimed with a blissful ding-dong.

He Xinglan snatched the phone off the table, unlocking and opening WeChat in one smooth motion.

Finally, she saw Yin Qiuman’s name on her WeChat list.

‘I am He Xinglan.’

Only this single sentence lay in their chat interface.

It was the verification message He Xinglan used when adding Yin Qiuman.

He Xinglan stared at the text, feeling dissatisfied. Even though it was a self-introduction, it made their relationship seem rather ordinary, yet they had done the most intimate things together.

“She didn’t even send me a ‘Good morning’ or anything,” He Xinglan grumbled quietly.

The moment the words left her mouth, a new message appeared in the WeChat interface.

“I am Yin Qiuman.”

He Xinglan’s eyes widened. She was expecting a greeting like “Good morning.” Did she think I wouldn’t know she was Yin Qiuman?

He Xinglan was about to reply with “I know,” when another message followed the first: “Your future girlfriend.”

“That confident?” He Xinglan replied defiantly, though the smile on her face was harder to suppress than a runaway AK-47.

Yin Qiuman: “Will you reject me?”

He Xinglan’s finger paused on the phone screen. She realized that the twenty-five-year-old Yin Qiuman was truly direct and didn’t leave people any wiggle room, completely unlike her eighteen-year-old self.

He Xinglan pondered how to answer.

If she said no, she felt that Yin Qiuman would immediately start acting as her girlfriend.

The eighteen-year-old Yin Qiuman might not, but the twenty-five-year-old Yin Qiuman definitely had the nerve.

Perhaps feeling the wait was too long, the phone chimed ding-dong, and Yin Qiuman sent another message.

“I know Xingxing won’t reject me, right?”

This message was accompanied by a sad puppy emoji.

He Xinglan looked at the emoji, and the image of Yin Qiuman acting spoiled and cute toward her flashed in her mind. A foolish smile instantly spread across her face.

“He Xinglan, do you know what you look like right now?” A lazy, husky voice suddenly sounded above her head.

Lin Yue had woken up at some point and quietly stood behind her, reading her entire conversation with Yin Qiuman.

He Xinglan quickly put away her phone, turning around with a calm expression to ask Lin Yue, “What do I look like?”

“A fool who has fallen in love.” Lin Yue clicked her tongue.

“I can see it now. Your white moonlight’s skill level is indeed very high. These direct advances are making your head spin.”

“You’re about to surrender your weapon.”

Lin Yue’s tone was certain. She understood He Xinglan too well.

They had been friends for many years, and Lin Yue was involved in every relationship of hers—except the white moonlight one—but she had never seen He Xinglan being led by the nose by anyone.

In the past, He Xinglan was always the dominant one, making her ex-girlfriends crazy, infatuated, and utterly devoted to her.

Meanwhile, Yin Qiuman, who hadn’t received a reply, hesitated for three seconds before decisively initiating a WeChat video call.