Two Faced Lover - Chapter 20

20: Cherry

Since Uncle Cai had to return to Nanquan City for the night, to avoid delaying him too long, they went to the hotel first to check in.

They booked a deluxe standard room—spacious, with two beds placed side by side and a considerable gap between them. Against the inner wall was a floor-to-ceiling bay window with light blue double-layered curtains. The windowsill was covered with a plush rug and had a low table on it.

Meng Xuran walked to the bay window, pulled open the curtains, and opened the window to let in fresh air while gazing down below.

The warm golden glow of the setting sun brushed her cheeks, spilled into the room, and stretched all the way to Bo Mingyan’s feet.

Bo Mingyan averted her eyes and asked, “You want the inner bed?”

Meng Xuran gave an “Mhm” but then her eyes flickered, and she suddenly changed her mind. “The outer one.”

It was clear Meng Xuran really liked that bay window, so Bo Mingyan was a little surprised by her change of heart. “Are you sure you want the outer one?”

“Mhm.”

Across from the hotel was a bustling commercial street—towering buildings, endless streams of cars, and a constant flow of people.

Meng Xuran withdrew her gaze and asked, “Do you want to go for a walk after dinner tonight? The night view along the pedestrian sightseeing path is really nice.”

“Sure.” Bo Mingyan pulled out a disposable bedsheet and duvet cover from her bag and asked, “Do you want to use these?”

“I brought my own too.”

Meng Xuran took out her travel supplies one by one from her backpack, showing them off like treasures. “The hotel’s toothpaste, shampoo, and body wash don’t smell good at all, and who knows if the towels are clean?”

She had brought almost everything she could.

Bo Mingyan thought to herself: As expected of the delicate, pampered little princess. So fastidious.

The delicate, pampered Little Princess Meng began elegantly fitting the bedsheet and duvet cover.

By the time Bo Mingyan finished making her bed, Meng Xuran was still struggling with the duvet, so she couldn’t help but watch for a while.

“What are you looking at?” Meng Xuran glanced around—there was nothing strange nearby.

Bo Mingyan sat on the bay window and couldn’t resist asking, “Do you know how to put on a duvet cover?”

Meng Xuran: “…”

Who do you think you’re looking down on?

Meng Xuran lifted her chin. “What do you think?”

Bo Mingyan frowned as she watched Meng Xuran twist the duvet cover around, unable to find the opening, and honestly concluded: “You don’t.”

“…”

Meng Xuran’s hands paused. With a stern face, she tried to prove her competence.

Bo Mingyan covered her lips with her hand, muffling a laugh.

Meng Xuran glared at her. “Are you laughing at me?”

“No.” Bo Mingyan lowered her hand, expressionless.

Meng Xuran scoffed and continued wrestling with the duvet cover. “Sure, my life skills might be a little lacking, but that doesn’t mean I can’t do it. It’s just… a bit of a struggle.”

It really was a struggle. All four corners were stuffed in wrong, leaving the duvet twisted like a tangled mess.

Meng Xuran instantly deflated.

This time, Bo Mingyan couldn’t hold back her laughter. She propped her elbow on the low table, rested her chin on her hand, turned her head away, and laughed for a while—even the chain on her glasses trembled.

“Shut up and stop laughing.” Meng Xuran puffed out her cheeks, annoyed.

Bo Mingyan raised an eyebrow, nodded, and suppressed her smile.

Meng Xuran glanced at Bo Mingyan, then slowly pulled the duvet out, looking between it and Bo Mingyan.

Sneaky, hesitant.

Bo Mingyan couldn’t take it anymore and got up to help.

Meng Xuran pressed her lips together, a small curve forming at the corners of her mouth. “Thank you, sister~”

Her tone was lilting, clearly in a good mood. Bo Mingyan’s brows lifted slightly, but she didn’t respond.

Soon, the duvet and pillows were properly fitted.

Meng Xuran grabbed two bottles of mineral water from the drinks fridge and asked, “What do you want to eat tonight?”

No response.

Bo Mingyan had sat back down on the bay window.

Meng Xuran walked over with the water bottles and waved one in front of her. “Want some water?”

Bo Mingyan still ignored her.

Meng Xuran frowned, placed one water bottle on the coffee table, and twisted the cap of the other. After struggling for a moment, she couldn’t open it. “Can you help me with this?”

Bo Mingyan didn’t respond but took the bottle, twisted it open, and handed it back.

Meng Xuran accepted the water, took a sip, and asked again, “What should we eat tonight?”

Bo Mingyan looked up and tapped a finger against her lips.

Her index finger was pale and slender, making her lips appear even more lush and red—plump like ripe, juicy cherries, tempting someone to take a bite.

“…” Meng Xuran’s eyes darkened slightly, her throat bobbing twice.

The water slid down, yet she only felt thirstier.

The bottom of the water bottle tapped against the low table as Meng Xuran braced one hand against it, her other leg sliding between Bo Mingyan’s casually spread knees. She leaned in slowly.

Bo Mingyan’s breath hitched, her head tilting back.

Meng Xuran’s eyes were half-lidded, long lashes casting shadows beneath them—the beauty mark at the outer corner of her right eye hidden in that dim silhouette.

Bo Mingyan watched helplessly as that tiny mole drew closer.

Their breaths tangled in the stifling air, gazes locked as if undercurrents surged between them.

Outside the window behind them, the sky had darkened unnoticed, dusk seeping into the room and adding a layer of ambiguity.

The curtains swayed gently in the evening breeze, lifting slightly before settling again.

Bo Mingyan’s shoulders and neck tensed like a tightly drawn bowstring.

She noticed Meng Xuran raising her other hand—

As if to caress her cheek, but it stopped two centimeters from the corner of her lips.

For a moment, those almond-shaped fingertips almost brushed her mouth.

Bo Mingyan’s lashes fluttered, fingers curling into the carpet. Just as she was about to push the other woman away—

The crybaby made a zipping motion in front of her lips, then—

“Stop staying silent,” her lips quivered, eyes blinking rapidly, looking pitifully on the verge of tears.

“Open your golden mouth and talk to me.”