Got a Woman Now, So You’re Playing Abstinent
Bo Wuxue, who never missed a chance to watch the drama, linked her arm with Xing Yue’s: “A’Yue, were you tea-arting me just now? I totally didn’t even notice. No wonder people say that brewing tea for someone else makes you a little bitch, but brewing it for yourself? A kind-hearted, caring sister. I want a green tea milk tea. Order it for me.”
It was a strange thing. The Bu and Bo families were old family friends. By all logic, the two of them should be very close. Unfortunately, they’d been at odds since childhood, giving off “the kid next door” vibes, always silently competing.
Add to that Madam Bu’s contempt for Xing Yue, and Bu Yao’s bossy attitude towards Xing Yue ten years ago—which Bo Wuxue had seen with her own eyes—and it only made Bo Wuxue dislike the Bu family more.
Hearing this, Bu Yao instantly snapped. Her anger towards Xing Yue blazed even higher. Whether it was grievance or something else, her eyes glistened with unshed tears: “When you’re with me, you complain a five-thousand-yuan breakfast is too expensive. You said we have to consider our actual income when spending. But when you’re out eating with another woman, you don’t even blink at a fifty-thousand-yuan Western meal. So this is how you spend money! This is how you treat me!”
She had even seriously thought about what Xing Yue said. Wanting to build a family with Xing Yue meant she needed a stable job, so she could leave her family’s support and still live together with Xing Yue.
But despite her illustrious track record, because she had mostly taken divorce cases before and had no other experience—and because her identity was unusual—major companies all assumed she was just playing around and wouldn’t hire her. She could only send applications to smaller law firms.
An eldest young lady looking for a job, too good for low positions but unable to get higher ones, faced repeated rejections. And then, at a restaurant, she catches Xing Yue tea-talking another woman!
Xing Yue was being tormented to death by these two little ancestors. She lowered her voice: “Can you two keep it down? Are we eating this meal or not?”
Seeing how furious Bu Yao was, Xing Yue leaned close to her ear, her forehead faintly brushing against soft hair as she explained: “You’re jealous over this? I’m about to go into training for half a year and won’t be able to see Bo Wuxue. That’s why I wanted to treat her to something nice. Can I spend like this with you every single day?”
Xing Yue’s tone was very soft, not really wanting Bo Wuxue to hear her coaxing this wife of hers.
She’d complained plenty in front of Bo Wuxue, who always told her to man up. If Bo Wuxue heard her on the spot, doting on Bu Yao like a total wife-slave, she’d be a little embarrassed.
Bu Yao remembered how Bo Wuxue had asked for green tea-flavored milk tea. That rage rushed straight to the top of her head. A few casual words weren’t going to fix this.
“If you’re just treating her to a meal, just treat her to a meal. Why meddle in someone else’s engagement? You don’t even know her fiancée. You want them to break off the engagement so you can take her place, right?”
Xing Yue tugged Bu Yao’s hand, but it was shaken off. She took it again: “You’re really getting more and more ridiculous. Calm down first, okay? I’ll tell you everything when we get home.”
This mess was such that Xing Yue felt like switching restaurants for the meal, terrified someone might overhear.
In the past, with Bu Yao’s temperament, she would never have let it go so easily. She bit her lower lip, unwilling to let Xing Yue lose face in public. No matter how great her anger, she suppressed it.
But she was still aggrieved, giving Xing Yue a cold glare: “Go tell Bo Wuxue that you were with me last night. That we’ve been sleeping in each other’s arms for many, many days! Then I’ll drop it.”
Xing Yue couldn’t help but find it funny but was afraid Bu Yao would see and get angrier, so she restrained herself.
There was nothing like that between her and Bo Wuxue. Even if she said it, it would have zero impact on Bo Wuxue, who would probably just start gossiping about some risqué topics.
Unable to resist Bu Yao’s little tantrum, Xing Yue glanced at her best friend, her gaze brimming with undisguised disdain.
Didn’t Dr. Tan say most people with Obsessive-Compulsive Perfect Serpentine Personality were biologists, artists, or scientists? This didn’t look anything like it!
“What green tea milk tea… look how angry you made her.” Xing Yue didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
Bu Yao’s fiery temper wasn’t a one-day thing.
“Isn’t that just your type?” Bo Wuxue ruthlessly exposed her, teasing with a volume only the two of them could hear. “Hurry up and pull her onto your lap to coax her. Stroke her tail, kiss her face.”
Even at this age, Xing Yue still blushed at such teasing: “You think I didn’t? We’ve been cuddling for days now. Hugging each other to sleep every night.”
Hearing this, Bo Wuxue’s eyes showed envy. The Fire Snake’s body temperature was higher than normal, very hot—a pure enjoyment for snake species that craved high temperatures. She remembered Xing Yue saying that holding Bu Yao was like holding a little furnace.
Although she herself preferred a cool environment and couldn’t relate to Xing Yue’s feeling, she knew Xing Yue loved it.
“You’ve been cuddling for days and still haven’t… done it?” Bo Wuxue asked hesitantly. Before Xing Yue could respond, she shook her head. “You’re so repressed. Before you had a woman, you were all lonely and cold every day. Now that you have a woman, you’re playing the abstinent type.”
Others might not know why Xing Yue did this, but Bo Wuxue did. Xing Yue’s moral compass was just too high. She felt like before things were settled with the Eldest Miss Bu, it wasn’t right to do this or that, otherwise she’d feel guilty about sweet-talking a woman into bed.
In her opinion, Xing Yue didn’t need to constrain herself so much. Bu Yao was twenty-eight, not an eighteen-year-old girl. If it was mutually consensual, it couldn’t be called trickery.
Though she didn’t agree, she didn’t negate Xing Yue’s own viewpoint either.
Bo Wuxue suddenly wore a highly mysterious expression: “I’ll send you something good later tonight.”
Xing Yue could guess what it was just from the tone: “Don’t bother. Keep your ‘good stuff’ for yourself.”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk… A’Yue, you’ve changed. You even disdain my gifts now.” She absolutely had to deliver this good stuff.
Bo Wuxue then remembered a serious matter and nudged Xing Yue with her elbow: “Speaking of which, be careful during training. I got some inside info. Your ex-girlfriend’s current girlfriend just signed with New Shadow Entertainment.”
She hadn’t even started filming the show yet, and she’d already signed? And of all companies, she signed with the Bu family’s company.
Her gut told her that Madam Bu was definitely going to stir up trouble.
Xing Yue furrowed her brows. Not for any other reason, she simply didn’t want to run into annoying people and annoying matters: “Whatever. Doesn’t matter.”
The three of them ate in the restaurant. One chattered nonstop, another sat with a cold face, silent and seething, her eyes capable of stabbing someone.
Xing Yue was sandwiched between them. On one side, she steeled herself to chat with Bo Wuxue. On the other, she spoke in soft whispers asking Bu Yao what she wanted to eat or drink, arranging fruit, slicing steak—she took care of everything.
When they finally finished, the meal was more exhausting than working overtime.
Xing Yue took Bu Yao home. Seeing Bu Yao’s face still stern, she told her briefly about what happened at the hospital.
“Wuxue’s illness is like that. She’s sexually cold towards everyone except herself. Right now, she still doesn’t understand the severity of the problem. I’m afraid once she’s married, she won’t be able to build a relationship with that woman.”
Added to the fact Bo Wuxue and her fiancée didn’t know each other and had no emotional foundation, the marriage would be unhappy. By the time the problem was discovered after the wedding, it would be too late.
After hearing the explanation, Bu Yao thought the illness was inconceivable, but she had no doubt about what Xing Yue said.
Dark and full of resentment, she mimicked Bo Wuxue’s tone: “A’Yue, I want a green tea milk tea. Order it for me.”
“…”
This passive-aggressive attitude continued into the evening.
Dusk.
At home, Xing Yue was recording a video in her recording studio. She wanted to tell her fans about her upcoming work schedule. She set up the lighting and, as usual, didn’t show her face.
The light cast her silhouette on the wall. She said a few simple words, explaining she’d signed up for a certain show, would work hard to be selected, would be training, and that updates might be less frequent.
After finishing, she sang part of an old song.
Once done recording, the video was sent to her studio, where staff would edit and upload it.
Bu Yao watched Xing Yue work the entire time. What fans heard were covers with added backing tracks. But Bu Yao could hear Xing Yue sing a cappella.
That voice had always been special. It hadn’t declined with age, remaining stunning, moving, and striking a resonant chord.
“Does it sound good?” Seeing Bu Yao’s unwavering gaze, Xing Yue asked softly.
She turned off the equipment, pulled out her pajamas, and prepared to shower.
Bu Yao wanted to say it sounded good. How could it not? She’d been listening to it since high school.
But she refused to say it, instead purring coquettishly: “I want a green tea-flavored milk tea.”
She’d heard this line for nearly an entire day. Xing Yue grabbed Bu Yao’s waist, looked down at the stubborn mouth before her, leaned over, and bit it: “No green tea-flavored milk tea. But there’s green tea-flavored water. Do you want some?”
How much or how little depended on the Eldest Miss Bu.
The woman who had been so spirited moments ago was thrown into a panic by a single sentence. Her ears reddened, redder than the camellias in the courtyard, and scorching hot. She pushed Xing Yue away and fled…
All thunder but no rain.
Xing Yue actually felt a tiny bit of disappointment, laughed hoarsely, and went into the bathroom.
Hearing the bathroom door click shut, Bu Yao finally crawled out from under the covers. If she didn’t vent some of this heat soon, she’d be cooked through.
The doorbell suddenly rang downstairs. Bu Yao went down alone. From the monitor, she could see a servant standing at the door wearing the Bo Family’s uniform.
He looked somewhat familiar. She’d seen him at the Bo Family Palace during Bo Wuxue’s engagement party.
It was so late, Bu Yao thought something had happened and opened the door.
The person on the other side showed no surprise at seeing her, holding a box: “Good evening, Eldest Miss Bu. This is a gift from our Young Miss for you and Miss Xing.”
He didn’t know what it was. Bo Wuxue often dispatched runners to deliver things to Xing Yue. It might be tasty pastries, or beautiful flowers.
Bu Yao took it, went upstairs, and examined it again and again.
Since it was a gift for both her and Xing Yue, surely it was okay if she opened it first.
Quietly convincing herself, Bu Yao opened the packaging box. Inside were pinkish-white items, small and delicate. She’d never seen them before. It touched upon the blind spots of her knowledge.
She picked up the instruction manual. After reading for only a few seconds, she flung the manual aside. The items she’d been holding fell back into the box. She threw herself onto the bed, clutching the quilt tightly, retreating directly into the corner against the wall, like a pitifully frightened little rabbit.
So Xing Yue really was lacking in stamina. She had no strength. To be a top, she needed assistive tools after all.
Bu Yao sank into deep thought, suddenly recalling the only time they’d been together after their reunion. The finger cots Xing Yue had bought back then had textured patterns on them… not the ordinary kind.
Actually, Xing Yue really liked using these little bedroom novelties, didn’t she? You really couldn’t tell. Usually, she put on such an air of pure abstinence and few desires.
When Xing Yue came out of the shower, she saw Bu Yao hugging the quilt and hiding in the corner of the bed. Her hair-drying motion paused: “What’s wrong?”
Bu Yao didn’t answer, her face red as she burrowed into the bedding. But her tail fell out, snake scales squirming. Flustered and frantic, it climbed back onto the bed, shrinking under the covers, tightly wrapped with no gaps.
Xing Yue lifted a corner of the quilt. This simple gesture scared the little Fire Snake badly. Her snake tail coiled around the quilt and yanked it down heavily, refusing to let her look. Then even the very tip of her tail retracted back inside to hide.
Suddenly shy to this degree, the snake tail hiding as if it wasn’t hiding at all, tickled Xing Yue’s heart until it itched…
