My Sister Likes My Sister - Chapter 4
Chapter 4: But It Was Her First Time, You See
Yu Si-yan hadn’t had such a good night’s sleep in a long time.
In her dream, there was a beautiful landscape fueled by alcohol, mixed with the warmth of skin rubbing against skin, and hair intertwining and growing infinitely, stretching to the ends of the blazing sun on the horizon.
The dream was shattered yet enchanting. She was a little addicted to this simple satisfaction, breathing in over and over, unwilling to wake up, only wanting to keep sleeping, and sleeping.
It would be best if she woke up and the long two-week holiday was already over and it was the next workday, so she would at least have something to keep her busy.
However, this wish was mercilessly shattered.
Her phone vibrated relentlessly. She pulled the covers over her head and pretended to be dead, but unfortunately, the person sending the messages knew her habits and called every five minutes, pulling her out of her slumber just as she was about to sink back into a dream.
They clearly had no fear of death.
Yu Si-yan was finally so annoyed that she couldn’t sleep a wink. She sat up abruptly, her brows furrowed, and answered the phone without looking. “Are you sick this early in the morning?”
Guan Xianglin’s cold voice came through the phone. “Yes, it’s already eleven o’clock. I’m just kindly reminding you that if you don’t get up and get ready, you’ll have to check out soon.”
Yu Si-yan returned the same coldness. “Sorry, I have a membership. Checkout is at 6 p.m.”
“How impressive.” Guan Xianglin scoffed, her tone changing. “Aren’t you curious how I know?”
Yu Si-yan was calm. “Not curious.”
Guan Xianglin: “…”
After a few changes of topic, she couldn’t help but spill the beans. “It’s all over the groups I’m in. They’re all saying Yu Si-yan is indeed very picky.”
Yu Si-yan pursed her lips. Shen Jianlan’s wet hair tips and her lips, which became softer with every taste, instantly came to mind.
She said calmly, “I’m curious how I manage to be both an open book and picky at the same time.”
Guan Xianglin sneered and hung up the phone.
Yu Si-yan didn’t care about any of this. She slowly got up, casually ran her hands through her messy hair in the mirror, and slowly smoothed it back into its seductive, long, and straight form.
She then examined her body. She didn’t even need to look closely; just a quick glance at the many marks of varying depths on her body was enough to explain everything.
She looked back at the similarly marked bedsheet and suddenly felt very pleased.
As she casually tied up her long hair, Shen Jianlan’s face, with all its coldness melted away, appeared before her again—shy and clumsy yet pretending to be skillful, rejecting and avoiding yet bold and proactive. That long night, every moment of it was so wonderful.
It was worth savoring, frame by frame.
And just thinking of a few fragments, she felt a little thirsty.
There was a little less than half a bottle of water left on the nightstand. She chugged it down but still felt a dry heat.
She turned the central air down two degrees and slowly went to take a bath. The moment she was enveloped by the mist, a strange annoyance rose within her.
Even though it was a one-night stand, wasn’t it a bit irresponsible to just leave without saying anything?
What if… what if she wanted more?
Yu Si-yan pouted a bit, then laughed at herself as she gently splashed the water. They were adults; no one could have everything they wanted.
Besides, what would it matter, even if they were kids?
Her foxy eyes dimmed for a moment, then instantly recovered their faint smile. As she dried herself off and stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a bathrobe, the room phone rang.
Yu Si-yan answered the phone and opened the door, but no one was there.
She looked down. A small robot that came up to her thigh was standing in front of her, a big smiling face on its mechanical screen.
…
A quarter of an hour later, Guan Xianglin saw Yu Si-yan’s latest post.
It wasn’t on her Moments, but in a group chat.
Some gossipy girls used codes and abbreviations to vaguely refer to things for a long time. After a few rounds of confused secret-telling, someone finally couldn’t hold back and screenshotted Yu Si-yan’s Moments.
The background was the hotel’s floor-to-ceiling window. On the floor next to it, there was a large bag of things.
Two bottles of water, a small bag of povidone-iodine swabs, a serving of fish maw chicken soup, a serving of bird’s nest soup, and a plate of sliced fruit.
But the most eye-catching thing was a large bouquet of beautiful purple irises. Fresh water droplets on the petals were about to fall, reflecting the afternoon sunlight streaming in. The flowers were incomparably gorgeous, and the only thing that could stand up to them was Yu Si-yan’s chin and red lips, half-hidden by her black hair.
A confident selfie with no caption, leaving plenty of room for everyone’s imagination.
Just sending flowers was incredibly ambiguous. And considering she had entered a hotel with another beautiful woman in front of everyone last night, the group chat instantly had over 99 new messages. Guan Xianglin only wished the group had an anonymous feature; otherwise, she felt they could have made up a tortured love story spanning three lifetimes.
Someone simply exclaimed, “Wow, how thoughtful! Food, drinks, and medicine all in one go. Both material and emotional value were met at once.”
Someone else zoomed in to look at the details: “Did anyone notice that there’s a slightly different color at the corner of YSY’s mouth, and with the povidone-iodine… tsk tsk tsk, it must have been intense last night [dog emoji].”
A row of dog emojis followed.
A group of people cried that they were jealous and wondered what it felt like to be touched by Yu Si-yan’s hands. The conversation quickly shifted to a more explicit topic. As an informant lurking in the girls’ group, Guan Xianglin quietly selected a few screenshots to send to Yu Si-yan.
The internet connection was slow. Before the pictures could be sent, she received a message from Yu Si-yan.
Yu Si-yan: “The chicken soup is so good.”
Yu Si-yan: “The irises are so beautiful.”
Yu Si-yan: “Ugh, it still hurts a little to put medicine on my lips.”
Guan Xianglin: “…”
Guan Xianglin: “You’re thirty, sis. Why are you still acting like a kid?”
Yu Si-yan: “But it’s her first time, you see [smiling emoji].”
Guan Xianglin: “Okay, Miss Pure-and-Innocent Yu Si-yan. You’ll get used to it after a few more times.”
Yu Si-yan ignored her.
Guan Xianglin turned to comfort the person she was crushing on, only to have them say, “See? You’ve never even sent me flowers!”
The unspoken part was “let alone preparing things so thoughtfully.”
Guan Xianglin sighed helplessly. “My dear, is it possible that we only met last night and didn’t have time yet?”
The other person’s temper flared even more. “Didn’t they just meet last night, too?”
Guan Xianglin thought about it and realized she was right. She immediately conceded. “I’m wrong.”
Yu Si-yan was completely unaware of the turmoil she had caused. Even if she knew, she wouldn’t care. She liked being high-profile and enjoyed being the center of attention, but to her, people were all the same.
She had been wandering around for thirty years, and her first kiss was only last night, yet everyone else thought she had countless experiences. It was quite interesting.
She had no intention of clarifying. She just leaned back in the hotel lounge chair, slowly enjoying her afternoon tea. The irises in the vase were a subdued light purple, but they were remarkably dazzling, constantly drawing Yu Si-yan’s attention.
The longer she looked, the softer her heart and gaze became. The cut on her lip had been properly taken care of, and the chicken soup, bird’s nest, and sliced fruit were all to her liking. Every detail was thoughtful and considerate, as if she was the one who was supposed to be looked after.
If every night could have such a wonderful beginning and end, she would be willing to sing and dance all night long.
For the next few days, the bouquet of irises remained a centerpiece in Yu Si-yan’s living room, not withering for a long time.
But the owner of the flowers seemed to have been forgotten in a corner of Yu Si-yan’s memory. Only when she was awake in the middle of the night, hearing the distant sound of firecrackers, would Shen Jianlan’s very calm and determined eyes suddenly flash in her mind.
A single look from her would captivate Yu Si-yan, like a piece of ice that gave off a cold aura. She had gone to great lengths to take a bite, only to discover that it was actually lychee-flavored.
Very sweet, very fitting, and it understood the rules of the middle of the night—disappearing without a trace after the dream was over.
And Yu Si-yan hadn’t even been able to dream about her, let alone recreate that splendor alone.
Another time, it was just a physical calm. Yu Si-yan sat in the bathtub, her eyes serene, but her heart wanted to kill someone.
She refused to admit it, but she had indeed developed an emotion called longing, which climbed up her heart with a sour and astringent taste. But as she chewed on it, it would turn a little sweet, enticing her to continue ruminating.
Until she closed her eyes, she could no longer ignore this craving.
Life and death, eating and drinking, natural laws and human desires—all of them fought within her mind, but it was not of much use.
It was like seeing delicious food; you just knew which ones you wanted to eat and which ones you didn’t. You knew it was junk food, but you just couldn’t stop yourself from tearing open the bag.
Yu Si-yan went to the bar again and ordered a “Burn After Reading.” With just one sip, she realized the taste was different.
It took her a while to remember that this cocktail was always specially mixed each time, so it was almost impossible to get the same flavor again.
This was the owner of the bar’s intent—to cherish every encounter. But as the liquor tasted bitter on her tongue, all Yu Si-yan could do was give a bitter smile.
By some strange impulse, she still hadn’t washed the shirt that had been splashed with wine. It was just sitting in the laundry basket. Every time she hesitated, she would pick it up, and in the end, she just re-hung it on a hanger.
In its own separate area, as if to commemorate someone.
Perhaps subconsciously, she already knew that it was all just a big dream. This lez bar had thousands of customers every day, and trying to find a needle in a haystack was far from easy.
Yu Si-yan stared blankly at the reflective wine glass in her hand, her mind replaying Shen Jianlan’s quiet voice over and over again: “My name is…”
But she had never let her say it.
She didn’t think there would be a next time, so there was no need to know the name.
But now, she was the one who was lost and searching.
And she didn’t even know the other person’s name.
But the other person clearly knew hers. On the note for the hotel delivery that day, it was clearly written “Ms. Yu,” after all, she sent irises.
Yu Si-yan took a sip of her drink to calm down. This information didn’t help her at all; after all, she seemed to be a well-known figure in Lin City’s lesbian community.
But, since they had crossed paths, there was a possibility they would cross paths again, especially since the other person had made the first move.
If she simply waited, would she be able to meet her again?
The usually confident Yu Si-yan was at a loss now. She tilted her head slightly, her foxy eyes filled with a sense of bewilderment.
She murmured, “Sis…”
Can you appear again?