Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Under the shade of the tree was a European-style bench. Han Qiqing parked herself onto it and smiled. âThatâs simple! Those of us who are close to Yin Shaojie know all about his affairs.â
âWhat affairs? Why do I not know about them?â Mu Xiaoxiao blinked in confusion, settling herself down beside her.
Han Qiqing gave a cry of realization and said, âOh yeah, youâve been out of the country for the past few years and havenât interacted with us for a while. Itâs normal that you donât know.â
âJust hurry up and tell me whatâs up!â Mu Xiaoxiao couldnât stand the suspense she was putting her through.
âAiyoh, stop squeezing my hand! It hurts!â Han Qiqing yelped and hurriedly retracted her hand from Mu Xiaoxiaoâs hand. âAIright, alright, Iâll tell you now. Donât attack me anymore,â she said.
Mu Xiaoxiao ceased her attack and stared at her with a serious face.
Han Qiqing said, âActually, Yin Shaojie seems like he has mysophobia.â
âMysophobia?â Mu Xiaoxiao thought that she had misheard, and she even picked at her ears. In a tone of disbelief, she asked, âHow can he have mysophobia? His house is messy as heck!â
Even though it wasnât as dirty as a pig sty, his room had never been clean enough to hint at him being a mysophobe before she had moved in.
She couldnât tell that he was mysophobic in any way.
âItâs not that kind of mysophobia!â Han Qiqing rolled her eyes at her. âIâm talking about emotional mysophobia.â
âHuh? That seems even more far-fetched!â It sounded like a fantastic story, and this time, Mu Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes at Han Qiqing. âHis exes could line up and fill up an entire street. How can such a flirt be emotionally mysophobic? Then wouldnât I be the Holy Virgin?â she scoffed.
Han Qiqing was stuck between laughing and crying. âIt seems right if you put it like thatâ¦â
Mu Xiaoxiao frowned in frustration. âWhat do you mean though? I really donât get what youâre trying to say. Whatâs this got to do with Bai Meijiao lying?â
She felt that she should just question Yin Shaojie herself.
Just as she was about to stand up, Han Qiqing grabbed onto her fiercely and looked at her with her eyes widened. âDonât go so fast! Are you still trying to look for him?â
âDuh? I donât understand what youâre trying to say. Little Qing, arenât you bad at language arts? Your sentence structure is atrocious, and even though Iâve been in America for so long, it still isnât as bad as yours,â Mu Xiaoxiao said gloomily.
Han Qiqing felt the deep disdain rolling off of her and felt a little hurt. Boohoo, was she really that bad at language arts? She had been exposed.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âOkay, Iâll paraphrase. Just hear me out first, alright?â
âIâll give you another chance.â Mu Xiaoxiao sat back down.
Han Qiqing put some serious thought into her words before saying, âLetâs put it like this. How did I know that Bai Meijiao was lying? Itâs because Yin Shaojie has mysophobia and has never kissed a girl before, let alone done it with them, even though heâs had so many girlfriends. Itâs just like this!â
âI donât believe that!â Mu Xiaoxiao had a poker face on and harrumphed.
âItâs true!â An anxious Han Qiqing nodded her head vigorously. Staring into Mu Xiaoxiaoâs eyes, she reiterated, âXiaoxiao, I have no reason to lie to you about such a thing, okay?â
Mu Xiaoxiao was still a little doubtful about this. âHow do you know about this then? Yin Shaojie wouldnât have told you himself.â
Han Qiqing replied, âHow could he have told such a thing to me? It was Shijun and his friends who did. They teased it out from Yin Shaojieâs own lips at a birthday party held by our circle at a bar.