Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“That was all! Think about it, I’m around you every day. How much time do I have to look for him.” Mu Xiaoxiao sulkily puffed up her cheeks. “It’s all that person’s fault. Does he not know the meaning of privacy, taking videos of others and uploading it online? Outrageous.”
Then she noticed his hand, feeling its way to her lips, and he bent his head to give her a peck.
“Okay, stop kissing already.” Mu Xiaoxiao blushed and slapped his hand away. Then she was reminded that she was still in his arms, covered by a blanket that was hiding a lewd smell, and her face burned up again.
“I’m going to… wash my hands.”
She quickly jumped out of bed and ran out as though she was escaping from something.
“Wait.” Yin Shaojie quickly grabbed her lest she run out and be seen by others. Anyone experienced in this could surely tell they have been doing “it” in the room.
He adjusted his clothes and took her to the sofa.
Fortunately, there were wet tissues on the table. He took some and wiped her little hands clean.
Staring at his handsome face, she was reminded of what they had just done. Her hand was stained with his fluids…
Not wanting to look at him, she closed her eyes, embarrassed, and allowed him to wipe her clean.
“It’s done,” he said.
Mu Xiaoxiao quickly stood up, ran to the bed, and picked up the cell phone she dropped on the floor.
The bed, the blanket and the bedsheets were in a mess, again reminding her of what they had been doing earlier.
She murmured, “How am I gonna sleep tonight?”
Most importantly, this must not be seen by people in the Yin residence, or they would definitely know what they had done.
Yin Shaojie walked over to her, put his arms around her shoulder, and said, “You don’t have a cold anymore. Sleep at my place tonight then.”
Mu Xiaoxiao was speechless.
She had the feeling that he wasn’t that well-intentioned. He must have an ulterior motive!
“No need. Actually, I’m not completely recovered yet. I’m still a little sick,” she quickly found herself an excuse.
Yin Shaojie turned her around, and the two faced each other. Smiling, he squinted at her and said, “We have already mixed together like water and milk just now. If I was going to catch a cold from you, I would have already caught it. Why even worry about sleeping together?”
Mu Xiaoxiao was speechless.
It seemed to make a lot of sense. She had no way to refute him.
She picked up the cell phone and saw the video that Qiqing sent to her. Then she deleted it.
“Why did you delete it? Aren’t you going to keep it as a memento?” Yin Shaojie said sourly.
Mu Xiaoxiao shot a look at him. “I told you Lu Yichen and I are just friends. I also feel awkward seeing this video, alright? Sigh, although Qiqing has made the creator of that video delete his post, many commercial accounts and websites have already been spreading it around. It’s impossible to delete them all.”
With that said, she opened up Weibo to check. On her front page, there were many people sharing this video, and the number of shares were in the thousands.
She grumbled, “What should we do? Is there any way to remove them all?”
“Yes,” Someone said in her ear as his arms wrapped around her waist.
Amazed, Mu Xiaoxiao looked to him and asked, “There is? You have a way?”
“It’s not too widely spread now. So it’s not impossible to delete them all,” Yin Shaojie said logically. He didn’t seem like he was joking.
“Can it really be done?” Mu Xiaoxiao said as she turned around and clutched his arm.
“It is theoretically possible,” Yin Shaojie nodded and said.
Mu Xiaoxiao didn’t quite understand. “Theoretically? What does that mean? In any case, it just means that it can be deleted, right? So how do we go about doing it?”
