Chapter 454 - 329: Beauty Cuddle_3
Rong Miaoyan’s nose was red, her eyes red too, and the tear mole at the corner of her eyes was even redder. She tried hard to hold back her tears, covering her face with grievance.
She couldn’t quite describe what she was feeling at the moment. Was it the anger and frustration after being deceived? Perhaps a bit. But when she saw Gu Lan’s noticeably thinner, fair face, she couldn’t help but think, Gu Lan is still so beautiful.
Princess Ning’an was beside herself with anger.
Rong Miaoyan told herself that she liked Gu Lan, but if it were a romantic affection between a man and a woman, it was more like an attachment to Gu Lan’s exceptional looks. Speaking of which, she also liked Qin Zhenghu, and when she was little, she liked Brother Jingqi too. Now the little eunuch Cheng Yu by her side is also very handsome. She was inherently a very capricious person...
And the feelings she had for Gu Lan, after learning that Gu Lan might actually like Rong Heng, and the two might already be together, turned into a helpless envy and a kind of possessiveness towards a friend—
She had previously been at odds with Rong Heng because seeing the "deep brotherly bond" between Gu Lan and Rong Heng gave her a sense of dissatisfaction, as if the two had secretly formed a good relationship behind her back.
Just like when she found out that Baoyi was with that little eunuch, she was immensely displeased, yet unable to stop it.
"Gu Lan, you liar, how could you be so bad..."
It was a long while before Rong Miaoyan came back to her senses. She found her voice and stared fixedly at Gu Lan’s face.
The appearance still reigns, Rong Miaoyan, stay calm! Miaoyan clenched her small fists, the warmth from the hand warmer sustaining her—
Gu Lan let her gaze rest upon her, guessing that Princess Ning’an had never been so furious or speechless in her life. She wouldn’t resist; Miaoyan could go ahead and punch her if it would relieve her anger. Maybe Miaoyan wouldn’t have the heart to hit her...
If Rong Miaoyan knew what the Young Master was thinking now, she might genuinely become furious enough to start swinging.
Gu Lan waited a while longer, but Miaoyan still showed no signs of making a move.
The Young Master suddenly had a foreboding feeling that confessing her identity to Miaoyan was so difficult. If everyone knew, she would go from being the beloved first young master of Dayan to the first scoundrel of Dayan who everyone wanted to beat up... no, scoundrel lady!
It wasn’t until then that Miaoyan angrily spoke the second half of her sentence:
"Even now, all you, Young Master Gu, can do is admit your wrongs and not explain?"
Gu Lan was stunned, suddenly realizing.
She swallowed a bit and mumbled instinctively, "I thought, thought you would hit me first—"
Rong Miaoyan pursed her red lips slightly, looking up to meet Gu Lan’s gaze.
Gu Lan was almost a head taller than her, not as towering as Rong Heng or Qin Zhenghu but slender and strong nonetheless, with that androgynously handsome face, and her martial arts...
If she hadn’t admitted it herself, if Miaoyan hadn’t seen it with her own eyes, she would have never believed Gu Lan was a woman.
And after knowing the truth,
besides the expected anger, sadness, disappointment, and shame... there was also an unexpected surge of heartache.
"I did want to hit you," Rong Miaoyan adjusted her emotions and breathing, stepped forward, and hugged Gu Lan tightly, saying, "But you must have been through a lot too."
After pretending to be a man for so long, she must have had a hard time too.
Gu Lan stood there in a daze, letting her hug her, even resting her head on her chest—she didn’t expect Rong Miaoyan to react this way.
And after hearing Miaoyan’s words, for some reason, her throat choked up, and her nose felt a bit sour.
She allowed Miaoyan to embrace her, feeling that the soft arms of a girl were a completely different sensation than what Rong Heng gave her.
Gu Lan had to admit that she quite liked both Miaoyan and Rong Heng, though her favorite would always be Nian Xia...
The warmth and softness of a young girl’s embrace, with its faint fragrance, reminded Gu Lan of Zhou Wanqing.
"It wasn’t particularly hard, after all, I became the dream lover of all the ladies in the Capital City, winning so many hearts, how wonderful."
The Young Master softly murmured near Rong Miaoyan’s ear in a gentle tone.
Rong Miaoyan: "..."
"Also, Miaoyan, there’s something very important I need to tell you," Gu Lan continued.
"Hmm?"
Miaoyan held back her tears, sniffed, still holding onto her without letting go.
She truly felt bad for Gu Lan but more so for herself, feeling both pained and helpless. Now, by holding Gu Lan, she just wanted to give herself closure for the emotions she once had.
"You, you go ahead." Her tone was heartbreakingly teary, making even Cheng Yu, who overheard, want to cry alongside her.
The Young Master’s face turned slightly red, scratching her head sheepishly, said, "Since entering the palace... I haven’t taken a bath even once."
"???"