The daylight was long. When they returned, the sun was just approaching the western mountains, not yet sinking, yet the clouds were already tinted with color.
Passing the front desk, Yun Huizhi tossed the car keys back to Little Zhang.
Didn’t even say thank you.
Chu Ruoyou mocked her, “I was wondering why he always has that aggrieved face. Turns out it’s from encountering a rude, unreasonable car thief like you.”
“You can insult two people in one sentence.”
Yun Huizhi pointed out Chu Ruoyou’s skill with an appreciative attitude, not annoyed at all.
“Wipe that lovestruck look off your face.”
She was lovestruck.
She never hid her fondness for Chu Ruoyou—an infatuation lingering on the surface.
From the instant face-change to fawning after first seeing the makeup-free photo, to the intimate joy in bed now, Yun Huizhi was thoroughly satisfying herself.
So much so that later, one day after Chu Ruoyou had left, it was as if she’d fallen from a Dream of Wushan, crashing back into a life devoid of interest.
Only then did she realize with a start that this chance encounter was a fortuitous misunderstanding, a reflection of the moon in the water, something that perhaps would never happen again.
Would there ever be another person who suited her taste, messaging her late at night, then traveling from afar to come?
“Traveling from afar” wasn’t the right phrase. It sounded like Chu Ruoyou liked her so much—she absolutely didn’t.
What she meant was, regardless of Chu Ruoyou’s purpose, perhaps it would only happen this once.
The right time, the right place, the right people. They met fleetingly. Hurried and shallow, neither had the patience to delve into causes and effects, to judge ethics and morals.
They did what they wanted to do.
It wasn’t something to be affirmed or persisted in, but meeting in this summer wasn’t bad for anyone.
Yun Huizhi was grateful that on that night, she hadn’t been too lazy to reply, that she had lured Chu Ruoyou here.
She had never met anyone like Chu Ruoyou. She didn’t only know this after tricking her into coming.
From the moment Chu Ruoyou replied to her with a photo, she was already captivated by her intriguing soul.
It wasn’t that she had seen too few people, that she was unworldly. But none compared to the feeling Chu Ruoyou gave her.
Three days, 72 hours.
72 hours could accomplish many things, but weren’t enough to sustain slightly heavy emotions.
Fortunately, fondness was sold by the ton, the most worthless thing, not requiring time or seniority to build. So a mountain had already piled up early on.
Yun Huizhi cherished this person. To put it nicely, she was a willing playmate.
But to Chu Ruoyou, to put it unpleasantly, she was just a hired help, a small-town girl (half of one) with no sense of shame.
Yun Huizhi didn’t care about the nice or nasty descriptions, nor the inevitable parting to come. Those were all things for later.
Right now, while she was still craving Chu Ruoyou, she only wanted to kiss her, again and again.
She praised Chu Ruoyou’s delicate beauty—her eyes, her nose, her lips;
praised her beautiful figure—her curves, her frame, her posture;
praised the places no one else saw.
When Chu Ruoyou cried, there was a shattered artistic sense to it. She was immersed, joyful, helpless, giving Yun Huizhi the illusion that she couldn’t bear to leave.
Yun Huizhi felt something called happiness.
What was she happy about?
She thought about it for a long time afterward, and still gave herself the shallow answer.
She was happy to be with a beautiful woman, to gain spiritual enjoyment and release.
They lay naked on the completely disheveled bedsheet, spending an exceedingly long time calming down.
Yun Huizhi looked at the rubber marks at the base of her fingers and her slightly pruned fingertips, still a bit breathless.
Her act of raising her hand to gaze at it annoyed Chu Ruoyou, who slapped her hand down with a palm.
Yun Huizhi instead took Chu Ruoyou’s hand to examine it. Back at the scenic area, she had praised Chu Ruoyou’s hands for being beautiful.
Chu Ruoyou had refused very coldly.
At the time, Yun Huizhi hadn’t pursued the topic. Now she asked, “You don’t want to be on top even once?”
It wasn’t that she craved being on the bottom so much, but clearing up the client’s needs would make things more harmonious.
Chu Ruoyou’s eyes, which moments ago still held a trace of tears and lingering tenderness, instantly sharpened, as if she’d heard a great joke.
She said, “You expect me to service you?”
The implication was clear: I paid to enjoy myself, and you want me to do the work? Dream on.
Chu Ruoyou had a pair of amorous eyes. When they casually swept around, or when she occasionally smiled, they gave you the illusion that she was deeply affectionate.
But the emotion in her eyes was usually cold, indifferent, often laced with mockery and scrutiny.
Yun Huizhi silently thought, Before her divorce, Chu Ruoyou was probably a major straight woman. And maybe she still is.
Because she was straight, she only got physical pleasure from being a Pillow Princess. Spiritually, she had no need for women.
Otherwise, how could she remain so unmoved facing such a good-looking woman like herself?
Unusual, very unusual.
To prevent this from being a narcissistic thought, Yun Huizhi opened the front camera and examined her own appearance from all angles.
The facts spoke louder than words. She wasn’t a narcissistic blind person; she was a great beauty with vision good enough to fly a plane.
This face was so perfect. The face shape she inherited from her mom—smooth and petite.
The features she inherited from her dad. Her dad wasn’t much of a person, but he was indeed a handsome, clean-cut guy in his youth, otherwise how could he have been so philandering?
Plus her own great temperament, a pure and clean pretty girl—no one could look at her without getting dizzy.
Chu Ruoyou interrupted her, “What are you looking at?”
After a thought, she added, “I didn’t scratch your face.”
She’d only accidentally left two scratches on her body.
Yun Huizhi looked utterly serious. “Do you think I’m good-looking?”
Chu Ruoyou watched her gaze affectionately into the camera and wanted to laugh, but still told the truth. “You’re a pretty girl.”
There it was.
Chu Ruoyou was a straight woman.
A straight woman with no problem appreciating beauty.
A straight woman who would have sex with women.
Yun Huizhi provided her own noun definition.
Her expression must have shown too many thoughts, because Chu Ruoyou couldn’t help asking again, “What exactly are you thinking?”
So mysterious. Other people lit up a cigarette after sex; Yun Huizhi took selfies after sex.
“I’m not telling you.” Yun Huizhi turned her back to her.
“Just as well, I don’t want to hear it anyway, to avoid affecting my mood.”
Chu Ruoyou’s patience was gone. Only then did she feel ravenous. She ordered her, “Go get the food.”
It had been very awkward earlier. At a critical moment, Yun Huizhi’s phone rang.
It instantly killed the mood for both. They had to kiss for quite a while to get back into the zone.
When Yun Huizhi returned, Chu Ruoyou had tidied up, put on her nightgown, and come out of the bathroom.
Her brows and eyes were languid, giving her a softness not usually present.
Really hungry, so her hands were also diligent, helping Yun Huizhi open the takeout boxes and unwrap the utensils.
As their movements synchronized, Yun Huizhi suddenly felt that she was very comfortable to be around, and just wanted to be closer to her.
Not the passionate, skin-deep closeness from earlier that left her consciousness hazy.
But the kind of calm, solemn closeness, wanting to take a couple more steps into her beautiful soul, to understand her as a person, her world.
Seeing Yun Huizhi spacing out, Chu Ruoyou put a piece of chicken into her bowl, reminding her to eat.
“Guide Yun worked hard today. You got up early, went up the mountain, then got into bed. Quick, replenish your strength.”
Yun Huizhi quickly caught the ball. “As long as the client is satisfied. Has Miss Chu been satisfied?”
“I’ll give you a five-star rating.”
“Monthly performance review, I’ll need a follow-up comment!”
Chu Ruoyou picked up her phone, turned around, and snapped a picture of the mess on the bed and around it, sending the picture to Yun Huizhi’s WeChat.
[Follow-up comment in ten minutes: Super value, will repurchase.]
