Wait, I Got in the Wrong Car (GL) - Chapter 13

Ah ah ah!!!

Mo Ying felt as if she had suffered a hundred and twenty thousand blows when Lou Anran suddenly appeared in her room. She even sensed a deep malice from the world itself. Yet compared with the discomfort brought by hunger, this fright was nothing.

She smacked her lips and saw that the last strand of purplish red was curling beside Lou Anran, about to vanish. Then she realized those purplish-red threads were released from her.

Mo Ying was both greedy and starving. She struggled for three seconds, then threw caution aside. She lunged and sucked fiercely at Lou Anran’s enticing lips. At the end, she even hooked her tongue tip against hers.

She savored the taste she liked.

Mo Ying still wanted more but knew she should leave. Yet the woman beneath her suddenly tightened her arms, locking her in. Lou Anran caught her lower lip fast and hard, licked lightly, then bit down with force. Mo Ying cried out in pain. “No, stop.”

Once something entered her mouth, it was hers. Why should she let it go?

Lou Anran ignored her feeble refusal. She teased the lips she had long coveted, licking and playing. The two tangled breath for breath, chasing and seizing each other until pain pricked her tongue. Lou Anran drew back in brief surprise. She stared at the girl in her arms, her small face red with fury. A flicker of astonishment crossed her eyes as she straightened half her body. Somehow, the villa’s secret door had opened.

“This is not a dream.”

“No, stop.”

Lou Anran laughed. The smile had not reached her eyes when she yanked the child slipping off the bed. “Why run? Seductive games should be played only once.”

Mo Ying’s wrist was gripped. The harder she struggled, the stronger Lou Anran’s hold became, as if her bones would be crushed. Forced to kneel half on the bed’s edge, Mo Ying’s eyes darted toward the windows and doors.

Lou Anran seemed to read her thoughts and teased, “What are you afraid of? Do you think I will eat you?”

Mo Ying’s eyes widened. She cried out in terror. “Do not eat me.”

Lou Anran choked. Seeing the child’s serious and genuine face, she remembered the last time Mo Ying ran without a word. Narrowing her eyes, she sensed something unusual.

“Little one, I just had a nightmare.”

“A nightmare?”

“Yes. I dreamed I was chased by a big grey wolf. It kept chasing me. When I could not run anymore, I stumbled. It pounced fiercely, opening such a wide bloody mouth—” Seeing Mo Ying draw a sharp breath from concentration, Lou Anran was both amused and exasperated. She continued exaggeratedly, “I was terrified. Can you give me a hug of love?”

“You were scared?” Mo Ying tilted her head, puzzled. She licked her lips, savoring the lingering taste. Besides that, there was also a faint mint coolness from Lou Anran’s mouth. Seeing her arms spread in expectation, she hesitated but carefully leaned over. Her small hands touched her back, patting gently as her Fourth Sister had once done to comfort her. “Do not be afraid. Do not be afraid. Xiao Yu’er is here.”

In her mind, another woman appeared. Gentle and understanding, she too had patted her back. “Little Anran, do not be afraid. Mommy is always here.”

Lou Anran’s mocking smile froze. Her arms tightened around the soft body, pressing her face into the girl’s shoulder. “Do not move. Let me hold you for a while.”

Mo Ying’s glassy eyes darted like a cat’s. Yet no more strands drifted in the room. She nudged the woman. The first push failed, but the second sent Lou Anran tumbling back onto the bed. With righteous firmness, she said, “You are not scared anymore.”

Lou Anran stretched to grab her again, but Mo Ying slipped away like an eel. “No, the nightmare was too frightening. I still need several hugs.”

Mo Ying slapped her hand aside, her cheeks puffed in defiance. “Liar.”

Lou Anran was speechless.

The child was wonderful in every way, except her mood changed like the weather. Lou Anran hurried barefoot across the soft carpet of the identical room. “Why do you call me a liar?”

Mo Ying glared at her with grievance. “You deceive. You are a liar.”

Lou Anran was startled but did not show it. She caught up, still teasing. The secret door stood wide open. “Last time you called me a bad person. Did I do anything bad?”

Mo Ying’s small face tightened like a steamed bun, her eyes shifting restlessly.

Lou Anran saw her guilty look and became convinced someone had whispered slander in her ear. Otherwise, how could the child’s impression shift so drastically?

Yu Xuan?

No, probably not.

Lou Anran teased again. “So now I am a liar, then a bad person. I hardly know myself anymore. Tell me, what bad thing have I done to you?”

Lou Anran’s wrongdoings could fill a book.

Mo Ying could not answer. She scratched her head and thought hard but came up empty. Lou Anran, meanwhile, enjoyed her flustered and anxious look. So very cute.

Adding fuel to the fire, Lou Anran said in mock grievance, “Before, when I was blindfolded, you asked me for help. I helped you a lot—”

Mo Ying darted forward, clapping her hand over her mouth like a thief. “You must not say it.”

Embarrassed?

Lou Anran instinctively licked the girl’s soft palm. It was sweet and fragrant, like the cotton candy she had once tasted. “Am I still a bad person?”

The question stumped Mo Ying. Her small mind nearly stalled. She stole glances at Lou Anran’s smiling face and found her words reasonable. Emotions revealed the truest side of people. She licked her lips, still tasting the flavor. “Can you help me again?”

Lou Anran’s smile was wicked. “Of course. With pleasure.”

…

“You drive a little slow.”

“The wind outside is too weak.”

The comparison with another driver made Lou Anran’s forehead twitch. She felt an urge to smash Ni Xinyu, the unreliable agent who had taken the child on joyrides. At least at this late hour, there were few cars, or someone would have witnessed her glaring as she dragged the child’s head back inside the window.

“There is no choking smell inside the car.”

“What smell?”

Mo Ying recalled Ni Xinyu smoking and imitated with gestures. “Your car has a faint cold fragrance. It is like our seabed—”

“Our seabed?” Lou Anran’s eyes narrowed.

Mo Ying scrambled to explain. “A seaside place. I am a fisher girl. I catch fish.”

Lou Anran’s hand slipped on the wheel. To avoid becoming the first to crash from shock, she pulled over and examined the child up and down. “Fishing? With your tiny frame, the fish would catch you.”

Mo Ying puffed her cheeks, clinging to stubborn pride. “I am very skilled at fishing. I even caught a baby whale shark. Later, we became friends.”

A whale shark can grow twenty meters long.

Ha ha ha.

Laughter filled the car as Lou Anran burst out, her mirth spilling over. She pounded the wheel until her laughter subsided, then noticed Mo Ying pouting with puffed cheeks and green eyes that blazed like fire.

Realizing her own loss of control, Lou Anran cleared her throat. “You said you want to go to a place with many people singing and having fun?”

Mo Ying thought carefully. “I want to go to a place like last time, where tens of thousands sing together. Can we?”

Lou Anran glanced at her watch. Three twenty-seven.

“There should still be one.”

“Go, go, go!”

…

Moonlight, four in the morning. The place was still buzzing. Drunk people staggered out alone or with new partners, already kissing at the doorway as if about to enact an indecent play.

Lou Anran parked and saw Mo Ying staring openly at a couple near the entrance. She covered her eyes, feeling her trembling lashes tickle her fingertips. “Focus on the singing. Do not look.”

“I hear singing already,” Mo Ying said.

As soon as they entered Moonlight, a looping ballad, He Said She Said, echoed through. Scattered guests sat in booths, some passed out on tables.

The air was thick with a strange smell. Since they came at such an hour, many people turned to look. Mo Ying searched for the rare threads of emotion, oblivious to the heated stares.

Lou Anran scanned the place. It was nothing like the Moonlight she remembered. Once a quiet bar, repeated renovations had made it unrecognizable.

“Little one, is this the place?”

“Yes.”

On the way, Mo Ying had seen few people, some shops still closed, and barely any strands to catch. She chose a booth in the center, where the faint threads were easier to gather. Seeing she was unbothered, Lou Anran suppressed her discontent and went to the bar. “Give me two Sweet Lovers. No, one. And another drink the child can have.”

The bartender nearly laughed and glanced at Mo Ying. “A foreign beauty. Good taste.”

Coldness spread in Lou Anran’s eyes. Before she could unleash her sharp tongue, a shout came from outside. “Whose car, plate A99899, is blocking the way? Move it!”

By chance, that was her car. She played with the lighter on the table. Only when the complaints repeated did she rise unhurriedly and step outside.

At the same time, two men in the corner exchanged looks. One, a well-dressed handsome man, hooked his lips in a practiced smile and strolled toward Mo Ying.