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Miao Meng was completely stunned. She looked at Aine's gray eyes that were still surprisingly bright in the night. There was no pity in them, only pure concern.

An indescribable emotion surged in my heart, mixed with a touch of understanding, and... deeper self-mockery.

"Really..." Miao Meng's lips curled up slightly, but without any smile, and she muttered to herself, "...Then it seems that I hid it quite well."

"Huh? What?"

"Nothing." Miao Meng turned her gaze back to the dark river surface, as if the fragility she showed just now was just an illusion.

An even stronger gust of cold wind whistled past, causing Aiyin to gasp for air and curl up into a ball, burying her neck in her collar.

Miao Meng's gaze fell on Aine's red nose and shivering body. The melancholy seemed to be blown away a little, and the curve of her mouth finally brought a hint of real warmth, although it was very faint.

"Go back." Miao Meng's voice returned to its normal tone.

“Eh?” Aine looked up in surprise, her teeth chattering with cold. “No… stop using the fresh air to wake yourself up?”

"Well, I won't blow it anymore." Miao Meng shook her head, her eyes once again sweeping over Aiyin's freezing face. Her tone carried a hint of helplessness and a subtle hint of indulgence. "I feel... much better now."

She paused, seeing that Aine was still shivering, and added, "Besides, it's too cold now. You'll catch a cold if you stay any longer. Let's go."

After saying this, she turned around and prepared to leave the bridge railing. Almost at the same time, a hand suddenly grabbed her arm.

Miao Meng paused and looked back in surprise.

Aine clutched her arm tightly, her body still trembling slightly, "Nyan Meng kiss!"

"Huh?" Miao Meng looked at her in confusion.

“Tomorrow…” Aine’s voice trembled slightly due to the cold, but her tone was unusually clear. “Are you still going out tomorrow?”

"Huh?" Miao Meng was confused. Her mind couldn't keep up with Aine's thoughts at all. She subconsciously asked, "Why?"

Tomorrow? Still standing in the cold wind like this? Don't be silly...

Aine didn't answer immediately. She let go of Miaomeng's arm, turned around and lay down on the cold bridge railing again, her eyes cast towards the twinkling lights on the river bank in the distance.

The light seemed particularly warm in the cold night. The cold wind still blew on her cheeks, and her pink hair fluttered in the wind.

After a moment of silence, Aine turned her head and looked at Meowmu again.

The dim light from the street lamps shone on her face from the side. Her cheeks and nose were red from the cold, but her gray eyes sparkled like stars under the light.

The light was dim, but it just enough to make Aine's face hazy. For a moment, Miaomeng's heart skipped a beat without warning.

Aiyin looked at Miaomeng's dazed expression, and a warm smile slowly appeared on her lips. That smile seemed to dispel the chill of the winter night. Her voice was very soft: "Because Miaomeng kissed me...I'm not happy."

Miao Meng's pupils contracted slightly, and the fingers gripping the railing tightened unconsciously.

Unhappy...Ain pointed out her mood so bluntly, leaving Miao Meng feeling a little at a loss.

Aine's smile deepened, her eyes filled with understanding. "Today, you were willing to call me out, willing to tell me these... thoughts in your heart." She paused, her eyes softening. "Although my words may be a little self-righteous... it's because Meow Mengqin trusts me that you chose to tell me these, right?"

These words were like a gust of spring wind, blowing away the boredom and loneliness in Miao Meng's heart. She looked at Ain's eyes, which were so sincere and pure, and her throat seemed to be blocked by something.

Miao Meng subconsciously wanted to turn away and deny it, but her body seemed to be nailed to the spot, unable to move or look away.

She didn't say anything, nor did she make any movements. She just remained silent, as if she agreed with Aine's guess.

Aine noticed her silence, and her smile became more understanding and gentle: "Since you believe in me..."

She took a step forward, getting closer to Miao Meng: "Then, isn't it natural for me to ask you out tomorrow? Because... Miao Meng dear needs me, right?"

As it should be... In Aiko's eyes, is this something she takes for granted?

Miao Meng didn't know how to answer for a moment. She looked at the girl in front of her who was shivering in the cold wind, and a strong and complex emotion instantly overwhelmed her.

To Aiyin, this might have been just a trivial matter, a casual expression of concern. But for Miaomeng, who was used to masking her true inner thoughts with noise and cynicism, this proactive, unconditional "companionship" was a rare gift.

This is the first good friend I met in this city... It seems that my decision was not wrong.

A sour taste mixed with an indescribable warmth rushed to the tip of my nose.

Miao Meng bit her lower lip lightly, trying to suppress the sudden strange emotion. She opened her mouth, her throat dry, and wanted to say something.

However, just as she was about to speak, Aine suddenly raised her hand.

Aiyin's movements were natural and quick, like a habit. Before Miaomeng could react, her cool yet unusually soft fingertips had already pressed on Miaomeng's lips.

"!?"

Miao Meng froze instantly, and all the blood in her body rushed to her cheeks at that moment, burning her ears. She widened her eyes in disbelief and looked at Aiyin who was so close to her.

Aiko...she actually...? !

Chapter 433 This is a mess

For Miao Meng, this sudden action was too intimate, especially since there were only two of them at the scene.

Miao Meng had never had such direct physical contact with Aine, let alone... covering her lips. This small action was completely beyond her understanding at the moment, and her mind went blank.

But for Aine, this was really just a subconscious, habitual action.

When Su Shi was hesitant, when Xiangzi was upset, when Deng was shy and didn't dare to speak... she would often do this, gently pressing her fingertips on their lips, as if to comfort them.

Aine had no idea what this action, which was so natural to "their own people", meant to Meow Meng at that moment.

In the dim light, Aine didn't see the blush that suddenly appeared on Meow Meng's face. She just felt the soft touch under her fingertips and Meow Meng's instant stiffness.

It turns out that Miao Mengqin would also be surprised by this kind of active invitation?

Aiyin curved her eyes and revealed a sly smile: "Since Miao Mengqin didn't say anything..."

She retracted her fingers, and the soft touch left on her fingertips made her feel strangely good: "Then take it as a tacit agreement. See you tomorrow."

After saying that, Aiyin didn't stop, waved to Miao Meng, turned around, and walked into the cold night. Her figure quickly disappeared at the other end of the bridge, leaving only a vague silhouette.

On the cold bridge, only Miao Meng was left, standing stiffly in place as if under a spell.

The cold wind was still howling, ruffling her hair and rustling her carefully chosen cashmere coat.

She slowly raised one hand, which was visibly trembling, and stretched out her fingers, gently touching her lips that had just been pressed by Aine's fingertips.

There seemed to still be a hint of cool, soft touch there, and... some kind of indescribable throbbing.

Aiko, why?

She stared at the direction where Aine disappeared, for a long time, motionless.

Finally, on a winter night when no one was watching, the corners of Miao Meng's mouth uncontrollably curved upwards into a small arc.

The cold air was isolated outside the door, and the warmth brought by the heater instantly enveloped Miao Meng.

"Phew...so exhausted."

She kicked off the high heels she was wearing to look mature, and her bare feet made a slight sound on the cold floor.

She casually threw her coat onto the coat rack by the wall, and the expensive coat fell into a ball.

She walked straight to the living room and threw herself heavily into the soft sofa with a dull thud. Her body sank into the cushions, and fatigue surged over her like a tide.

In the silent room, the only sounds were the faint hum of the radiator and her own slightly rapid heartbeat.

Again and again, louder and louder.

She closed her eyes, trying to clear her mind, but the scenes on the bridge emerged uncontrollably in her mind - the whistling cold wind, the cold railings, the dim lights in the distance... and Aine's face with a hazy glow under the dim streetlight.

Those grey eyes looked at him and whispered, "Because Miao Mengqin...is unhappy."

Without warning, those cool yet unusually soft fingertips gently pressed against her lips...

And that sentence with a matter-of-fact tone: "See you tomorrow."

"Hmm..." Miao Meng subconsciously raised her hand, and her fingertips touched her lips again.

There was clearly nothing there, but Miao Meng could feel the lingering electric shock-like touch, with a strange burning sensation that spread from her fingertips all the way to her cheeks.

She suddenly opened her eyes and reached out to touch her face - sure enough, the temperature was frighteningly high!

She didn't need to look in the mirror to know that her cheeks must be as red as ripe tomatoes at this moment.

"Really..." Miao Meng muttered in frustration, her voice trembling slightly. She buried her face in the soft pillow beside her, her tone filled with confusion and a kind of irritation from being disturbed. "Why... suddenly do such intimate things..."

Aiko’s actions… were too natural, too intimate, completely beyond the boundaries of ordinary friends… Does she… does she know what she is doing?

As this thought came to mind, an even stronger feeling of irritation surged up.

Miao Meng shook her head vigorously, trying to drive Aine's smiling face out of her mind.

At this moment, she suddenly recalled Hailing's teasing to her before - Do you like Aiyin too?

Miao Meng remembered her own answer very clearly - I'm not a girl.

Recalling Haizi’s eyes at that time...it seemed to be quite meaningful.

And now... the words "I'm not a girl" echoed in the silent room like a loud slap in the face.

Why...why is Aine’s appearance all over my mind?

Her quiet silhouette as she leaned on the railing and looked at the lights in the distance...

She turned her head, the light shone on her face, and her eyes looked gentle...

And the back of her as she retracted her finger, smiled and said "See you tomorrow", and turned away...

Each image was extremely clear, with an indescribable magic, firmly occupying her mind. The more Miao Meng tried to drive away the images, the more vivid they became, and she even felt her heart beating faster.

"If I had known... I wouldn't have asked Aizi to come out today..." Miao Meng buried her face deeper into the pillow, her muffled voice full of regret and a hint of coquettishness that she herself didn't even realize, "It would have been better... to ask Haizi to come out and relax with me..."

At least, if it was Hailing with that icy face, she would definitely not be like this. Hailing would at most accompany her silently all the way, or say a few sarcastic words to her, and would never let her have this damn feeling of accelerated heartbeat.

"Ahhhh——!" Miao Meng finally couldn't help it and let out a frustrated growl. She grabbed a pillow beside her and covered her face with it, rubbing it hard, as if this could crush the feelings that were upsetting her.

The soft pillows blocked out the light, creating a dark and suffocating feeling.

In this darkness, a clear realization, one that made her feel incredibly absurd and panicked, exploded in her mind like thunder: She, Yutenji Wakamugi, the "Nyan Dream Kiss" who thought she was as straight as can be, actually... had a heart-pounding feeling... for a girl?!

And...this girl...she also has...

More than one girlfriend!!!

The impact of this fact made her feel dizzy and powerless.

She lay on the sofa with her face covered by the pillow, motionless. Only the violent rise and fall of her chest and the chaotic breathing leaking out from under the pillow proved that she was still alive.

It’s over.

Miao Meng wailed in her heart.

Now... things seem to be really messed up.

Chapter 434 You Know How to Enjoy

In the rehearsal room of the agency, several people who were originally rehearsing "Black Birthday" suddenly stopped.

The rhythm is not keeping up - the drummer's problem.

Miao Meng sat behind the drum kit, her brow furrowed, beads of sweat oozing from her forehead. Her usually powerful arms were now stiff and hesitant.

A transition section that should have been smooth and full of explosive power became hesitant and slow in her hands. She even nearly dropped the drumsticks at a crucial turning point.

"Stop!" Xiangzi's fingers pressed down hard on the piano keys, ending the chaotic notes. She looked up at Miao Meng, her eyes not filled with blame, but with deep confusion and worry. "Ruomai? Are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?"

Muye put down the guitar in her hand, and her calm eyes revealed confusion. She looked at Miao Meng and whispered, "Ruomai, are you okay?"

Chu Hua took off his guitar and placed it on the table beside him. He suggested, "Everyone... let's take a break first? Ruomai doesn't look well."

Only Hailing was leaning quietly against the wall, holding her bass. Her eyes were calm, without showing much emotion, but her gaze was accurately fixed on the drummer who was obviously not in good shape.

The corner of Hailing's mouth twitched upwards almost imperceptibly. Compared to a smile, the curve seemed more like a kind of understanding.

This state... is too familiar - Hailing commented silently in her heart.

I was distracted, the rhythm was out of control, and I kept making mistakes despite having enough skills... It was exactly the same as me... those days before I confessed my love to Aine, when I was distracted by the bass in the rehearsal room.

It seems...the dinner party between Ruomai and Aine yesterday had a significant effect.

Hearing Chu Hua say to take a break, Miao Meng breathed a sigh of relief, her tense shoulders instantly slumping. She knew that if she continued to hold on, it would only get worse. Putting down the drumsticks in her hand, Miao Meng rubbed her brows tiredly, trying to hide the unnaturalness on her face.

However, before Xiangzi and the others could ask again, Hailing moved. She put down the bass and walked straight to Miao Meng.

"Go out for a walk?" Hai Ling's voice was as calm as ever, with no ups and downs. It was hard to tell whether it was an invitation or an order. "Relax."

Miao Meng was stunned and looked up at Hailing. Her expressionless face seemed particularly calm under the glaring lights of the rehearsal room, even a little... unfathomable?

Miao Meng's heart was a little trembling, but at the moment she really needed to take a breath and escape from this awkward situation that made her make frequent mistakes. She hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded and said, "Let's go."

The two walked out of the rehearsal room one after another, leaving Xiangzi, Chuhua and Mu looking at each other with worry and confusion written all over their faces.