Chapter 157: Allying with Lin Weiwei! An Yinuo Sounds the Bugle for Attack

"You're really stupid!"

An Yinuo slapped Lin Weiwei right on her soft chest, sending waves rippling and an endless view on display.

Wincing in pain, Lin Weiwei gave An Yinuo a reproachful look.

"You're the stupid one. Before you awakened your memories, you were just like a tsundere young miss who never grew up."

"Back in Paris, you got completely tongue-tied by that woman called Dushima Yingxue, and now you're here scolding me…"

An Yinuo's face flushed red as she pounced forward, waving her arms wildly.

Lin Weiwei tangled with her in a scuffle.

Both women's faces were crimson, and great swathes of snowy-white skin flashed into view.

Yet only each of them could enjoy the sight.

The two were still arguing.

An Yinuo cursed Lin Weiwei roundly.

"You really have no ambition at all!"

"Song Mo doesn't like you, so you're just going to let it go?"

"Pah!"

Lin Weiwei refused to back down and fired back with a sharp retort.

"Easy for you to say — does going after him mean you'll get results?"

"Don't think I don't know. When you were in the hospital, your dad called Song Mo and begged him to come see you."

"But Song Mo refused without a moment's hesitation!"

"An Yinuo, don't you think that's pathetic?"

"Even if you died! Song Mo wouldn't spare you a second glance!"

Don't hit a person in the face, don't expose a person's weak spot!

The defenses were breached!

An Yinuo's defenses were utterly shattered!

The moment Lin Weiwei let that brutal truth slip out, An Yinuo's eyes went misty and she was instantly counter-controlled.

Even though Lin Weiwei had turned the tables and pinned her down, An Yinuo still showed no intention of resisting or struggling at all.

Lin Weiwei heard the sound of sniffling.

She saw An Yinuo's eyes redden, that pure, innocent face streaked with tears, her nose twitching as if she had suffered the greatest grievance in the world.

She felt a little awkward.

"An Yinuo, you're not a little kid anymore — how can you just cry like that?"

An Yinuo sniffed.

"None of your business—"

Lin Weiwei's anger flared up with nowhere to go.

"Are you trying to act cute with me?"

"I'm a woman too — what good is acting cute with me gonna do!"

"If you want to act cute, go act cute with Song Mo!"

"I'll give you credit for that!"

An Yinuo, wronged and pitiful, curled her little toes beneath her white cotton socks into a tight ball.

"You're right. Song Mo doesn't even want to see me."

"Going there would just be asking for a snub."

Lin Weiwei said with amusement, "Sigh, and now you're acting wronged?"

"So even after awakening your past-life memories, you're still a crybaby. Was that whole mature, steady act just now all fake?"

"You're the fake one!" An Yinuo reached out to hit Lin Weiwei.

But pinned down as she was, she could only barely reach the two mounds hanging there.

She hit them once, then again.

Like swinging on a swing, it looked extremely lewd.

Lin Weiwei's face went red.

"An Yinuo! You're being a pervert!"

An Yinuo said defiantly:

"Song Mo can't use these two mounds of yours anyway — what's wrong with me having a little fun?"

"You!"

Lin Weiwei was so angry she got up off An Yinuo.

"An Yinuo, you're really starved!"

An Yinuo sat on the hospital bed and muttered sulkily:

"You're the starved one."

The two of them kept at it for half the night.

Not to mention An Yinuo had even attempted suicide earlier, nearly hanging herself from a beam.

Now that the fighting had suddenly stopped,

they both felt a little tired.

Lin Weiwei was the first to lie down on the hospital bed.

"Forget it, I can't be bothered with you."

"Do as you like, I'm going to sleep."

"Don't you dare wake me up."

An Yinuo angrily said: "I'm the patient—why are you sleeping in my bed?"

Lin Weiwei glanced at her with disdain.

"First, you don't have any damn illness—it's just heartache from unrequited love? If that counts as illness, then I've got plenty too."

"Second, as someone I just rode into defeat, you have no right to talk to me like this!"

Lin Weiwei kicked An Yinuo's buttocks with her foot.

"Your ass is pretty big—move over a bit, you're blocking my feet."

"You!"

An Yinuo's face flushed red.

"Lin Weiwei, you're so shameless!"

Lin Weiwei didn't answer her.

After An Yinuo's voice faded, the ward fell silent.

An Yinuo sat on the bed for a while, feeling foolish.

She pulled back a corner of the blanket and crawled under it.

"What are you doing! Can't you stop hogging the blanket?!"

Lin Weiwei scolded An Yinuo.

An Yinuo stayed silent, still tugging at the blanket.

Lin Weiwei got angry and yanked hard—the two pulled against each other.

"Let go!"

Lin Weiwei ordered.

"No." An Yinuo replied stubbornly.

Lin Weiwei said nothing; in the darkness, she gripped the blanket tightly, her eyes fixed on An Yinuo's side.

In the end, An Yinuo let go.

"Fine, I'll let it go—for coming to visit me today."

An Yinuo muttered softly.

Then she shifted closer to Lin Weiwei, pressing against her side.

Lin Weiwei didn't mind.

She closed her eyes, wanting only to fall asleep quickly.

"Hey, Lin Weiwei, I have an idea."

"What do you think—will it work?"

An Yinuo whispered into Lin Weiwei's ear, her warm breath brushing against Lin Weiwei's earlobe, like a gentle tickle.

"Are you even going to sleep?"

Lin Weiwei, half-asleep, mumbled a reply.

She was truly worn out by An Yinuo—tonight, An Yinuo was a total nuisance, never sleeping.

Crying, throwing tantrums.

Oh, just now she even tried hanging herself.

An Yinuo noticed Lin Weiwei hadn't answered her question.

She squeezed even closer.

Lin Weiwei was too tired.

Even as An Yinuo pressed her whole body against her,

she didn't bother pushing her away.

"Just sleep, just sleep."

Half-asleep, Lin Weiwei hugged An Yinuo.

An Yinuo's face turned slightly red.

She whispered:

"Lin Weiwei, I have an idea—want to hear it?"

"Honestly, I think you're not bad."

"Thanks for showing up in time to save me—if you hadn't, I'd have died from my own stupidity."

"I never said it, but you don't know how much I regretted it when I was near death—my memories awakened, and I was filled with remorse."

"Thankfully, you came in."

"In our past life, we were best friends, so I think we're still connected by fate."

"Didn't you say you were ready to give up?"

"I don't want to give up either—but I know I'm no match for anyone alone."

"So… how about we team up?"

As An Yinuo spoke, she grew increasingly embarrassed, yet her mind grew more excited.

"Women chasing men are like a thin veil—Song Wanrou was forgiven."

"Why can't we be?"

"I don't even dislike you."

"If we join forces, that's our core advantage!"

"Hey, Lin Weiwei, say something—what do you think?"

Lin Weiwei remained silent.

After waiting a moment, An Yinuo whispered:

"If you won't speak, that means you agree."

"Go to sleep."

(End of Chapter)