Chapter 436: 460 Old Woman, I'm Not Done With You!!

460 Old woman, I'm not done with you!!! (Please subscribe, please vote for monthly tickets)

Inside the Tavern.

Lin Xiuyuan sat on the sofa, his body sinking into the soft cushions. After finishing that long-winded speech about "breaking up," he switched his entire persona from "poetry-reciting mode" back to "normal mode."

The speed was so fast, it was as if someone had pressed the switch button on a remote control.

Then, his gaze fell upon the face of Sunny opposite him, and his sword-like brows arched slightly. "How about it, Teacher Shun Gui? A student like me—I didn't embarrass you, did I?"

Sunny looked at him, her mind rapidly organizing her words.

"Impressive" was an understatement; she had almost thought he was a scumbag.

However, this thought swirled on the tip of her tongue and ultimately remained unsaid. She then picked up her wine glass, took a sip, and cast a worried glance at Park Hyomin beside her.

Her friend's eyes seemed even brighter and more agitated than before.

Seeing this, Sunny immediately felt a headache coming on. Knowing Park Hyomin as she did, she was well aware that while her friend was great in every way, her "literary youth" sickness was a bit severe.

That sensitivity to language, that capture of emotions, and that excessive empathy for artistic sentiments were truly some of the most distinct labels on her.

Thinking of this, Sunny withdrew her gaze and let it fall back onto Lin Xiuyuan.

"You guy, when did you become such a great romantic? Saying all these things, one set after another—you're completely ready to graduate."

"Can't help it, the teacher taught me well," Lin Xiuyuan laughed.

"Bullshit, I never taught you to trick girls like that," Sunny rolled her eyes.

At this moment, Dalongzai leaned over from the side, extended her small index finger, and gently pressed the pad of her finger against Lin Xiuyuan's Adam's apple.

"Xiuyuan, have you said these things to anyone else? Why does it feel so familiar? Your tone is so natural."

Following Dalongzai's words, Park Hyomin opposite them finally snapped out of her daze. Her gaze landed on Lin Xiuyuan's face, then shifted away to the play of light and shadow in the wine glasses on the table.

The expression on that charming little face seemed to reflect something unpleasant.

Because the "drawing a line" that Lin Xiuyuan had spoken to her about before had been very concise and direct.

It was as uncompromising as a hot knife slicing through butter.

Looking back on it now, it seemed the effort this guy spent on her wasn't even as much as the effort he put into this casual question from Sunny.

For a random question here, he had said such a long paragraph.

And what about her? What did she get? Those short answers that were almost perfunctory.

It was a bit condescending, a bit insulting, wasn't it?

The more Park Hyomin thought about it, the angrier she became, and an indescribable emotion welled up in her heart.

It was mainly that this differential treatment from Lin Xiuyuan was harder to accept than any direct rejection.

Although the cooling-off period for an adult is very rapid, allowing Park Hyomin to pull herself out of that previous infatuated state in the shortest possible time.

But it was precisely this ability to regulate emotions that caused that roller-coaster effect to wash over her heart twice.

Once was the excitement of rushing upward, once was the disappointment of falling downward;

Once was "I like him so much," once was "What am I?"

The two emotions collided in her chest like waves from different directions, crashing repeatedly against the shore of her heart, directly engraving the image of the man before her deeply into her mind.

Originally, Lin Xiuyuan was not an image that could be simply defined in her thoughts.

Now, it was even more three-dimensional.

However, Park Hyomin, whose inner world was currently storming, had such good expression management that no one noticed her thoughts, and thus she received no attention or comfort from anyone.

Instead, Lin Xiuyuan, upon hearing Dalongzai's question, did not choose to hide anything.

He leaned his head over and pressed his lips directly to her ear, whispering, "Don't tell them, I learned this from short videos to fool Shun Gui."

Upon receiving the answer, Dalongzai seemed somewhat surprised, then laughed out loud.

Just then, Lin Xiuyuan, who hadn't pulled his head away, looked down at her fleshy little earlobe.

It was small, round, and glowing with a faint pink hue under the lights.

So, under the influence of alcohol and habit, he couldn't resist for a moment; he slightly extended his tongue and gave it a light lick.

That single touch was like someone using an electrified needle to precisely prick the most sensitive nerve ending Dalongzai had.

It made her body shudder violently, as if struck by something, and her whole body went limp from the spine, causing her to collapse into his arms just like that.

Beyond that, she let out a sound, barely audible, that was like a sigh and also like a moan.

Then she quickly bit her lower lip, swallowing the sound back.

This sudden situation caused the others nearby to cast their gazes over.

Among them, Sunny laughed, "Zhiyan, are you two really not treating us like people? Can you hold it in a little?"

In Lin Xiuyuan's arms, Dalongzai only went limp for a moment before sitting up.

After smoothing out her messed-up hair, she immediately raised her eyes and gave this troublemaker a charming, sidelong glance.

However, she didn't blame him; she just reached out and, in a huff, pinched his forearm with her fingers.

Finally, she looked back at Sunny, speaking with a very willful attitude, "Hmph, if it weren't for you, Unnie, and this second half, Xiuyuan and I would already be flirting in the Apartment by now. So who do you say is to blame, Unnie?"

"Ah!!!" Sunny, not expecting Dalongzai to be so crazy, was momentarily speechless.

On the contrary, having already experienced that journey, Park Hyomin was used to this situation, so she didn't have much of a reaction when encountering it again, just staring at Lin Xiuyuan, wondering what he was thinking.

As for Kim Taeyeon, she had been watching them the whole time and laughed after hearing this.

But she quickly hid her smile.

Because she looked back and compared her situation with Dalongzai's, realizing that she couldn't seem to manage this kind of act of putting their relationship out in the open.

Even in front of friends, it was the same.

It wasn't that she didn't want to, but that she didn't dare. Compared to Dalongzai's status, her own situation was even more complex and difficult to handle; if she really put it out there, it was hard to say whether the outcome would be good or bad.

So Dalongzai could do it, but she could not.

Thinking of this, Kim Taeyeon suddenly felt a bit miserable, thinking that this kind of public display of affection might just drift away from her...

Her gaze moved away from Dalongzai, landed on Lin Xiuyuan, then moved away again, landing on the drinks before her.

The spotlights overhead fell onto the surface of the drinks like countless diamonds scattered on velvet, but as her small hand gently swayed them, they seemed to turn into countless crushed stars, twinkling on and off.

At the stroke of midnight, the emo moment arrived.

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……

And just as the few were starting the second half of their night over there, back in '13, another round of questioning was quietly underway.

Or rather, Park Hyomin over there was suffering through an interrogation by Park Jiyeon.

Originally, Lin Xiuyuan had intended to send them each home, but Park Jiyeon expressed that she wanted to stay at Park Hyomin's place tonight, with a very sufficient excuse, saying something about wanting to chat with Unnie Xiaomin and share some secrets.

Under this pretext, how could Park Hyomin refuse? She had no choice but to smile and say it was fine.

Hearing this, Xian Enjing had no choice but to tag along, fearing something might happen.

Seeing this, Lin Xiuyuan gave Park Hyomin a "take care" look before sending the three of them into her Apartment.

And the few who had returned to '13 were quite normal at first.

Simple makeup removal, washing up, and skincare.

The three of them stood in front of the vanity, chatting aimlessly; the topics were scattered, from whether the recent skincare products were good to which store's cleansing oil had the best value.

Everything was very calm, very routine.

Until everything was finished, and Park Hyomin, having arranged the guest room for the two, was just about to turn around and go to sleep.

Before she could even leave, the next second, she was pulled down onto the bed in the Living Room by Park Jiyeon.

This little dinosaur's movements were fast—so fast that before Park Hyomin could react, her wrists were grabbed, then Park Jiyeon flipped over and pressed down on her, straddling her waist with her legs, pressing her hands onto her shoulders, and pinning her directly beneath her.

"Unnie, don't leave yet." Park Jiyeon's voice came from above, carrying a sense of excitement and playfulness, "On such a good night, why rest so early? Let's have a good chat."

"Yah, Park Jiyeon!"

Even though Park Hyomin had been mentally prepared.

Knowing that tonight wouldn't pass so easily, knowing that Park Jiyeon's purpose for staying over wasn't simple, and knowing that this maknae wouldn't let her off easily.

But she was still startled by Park Jiyeon's move right now, "We can chat, but what is this move? Hurry and let me go, you're crushing me."

As she spoke, her body twisted under Park Jiyeon, attempting to break free.

But unfortunately, Park Jiyeon's entire weight was pressing on her, her legs clamping her waist, her hands pressing her shoulders, so she couldn't move at all.

"It's nothing, I'm just afraid you'll run away, Unnie."

Park Jiyeon muttered, stating it as a matter of course, "And I'm also very curious, how did you manage to take down oppa without a sound, Unnie? A few days ago in Tokyo, you were still saying that oppa wouldn't pay attention to you or reply to your messages. Hmph, Unnie, you're so good at lying."

Xian Enjing sat to the side, watching Park Jiyeon's envious expression, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

But just two seconds after laughing, Park Jiyeon looked at her, "And Enjing Unnie, you're the same!"

"What about me?" Xian Enjing pointed at herself, somewhat surprised.

"It's about this matter with Xiaomin Unnie! Why didn't you tell me? In the whole situation, only you and oppa knew, and I didn't know anything." Park Jiyeon complained with great grievance.

"If you're talking about that, then you have to ask Xiuyuan, Zhiyan, because he was the one who told me not to tell you."

Without any hesitation, Xian Enjing directly sold Lin Xiuyuan out, "He said you can't keep small secrets, and the more you say, the more you get wrong."

"What is that? I didn't." Park Jiyeon was even more depressed, her brows tightly furrowed, her lips slightly pouted, and her whole face was written with grievance.

But soon, she asked back, "Unnie, do you think it's possible that oppa got this idea from that old woman's mouth?"

Xian Enjing, who hadn't thought of this, pondered for a moment and replied, "Maybe."

Hearing this, Park Jiyeon fiercely said, "Ah, old woman, I'm not finished with you!!!"

Her fingers gripped the bedsheet hard, as if grabbing the collar of that person who wasn't present; she had felt a bit sorry for the other party just now, but now it seemed she had been out of her mind.

But after thinking of this, her gaze once again nailed onto Park Hyomin.

Her gaze changed from anger to scrutiny, seemingly intending to vent a little of her anger on the Unnie before her.

Cutting in line, deceiving, hiding—her Unnie had unknowingly collected three sins.

Sensing Park Jiyeon's little expression, Park Hyomin quickly realized something was wrong, and alarm bells rang in her heart.

She knew that if she didn't do something, she might be tormented by this little dinosaur until very late tonight, so her brain began to spin rapidly, frantically searching for a plan that could let her escape and also satisfy Park Jiyeon.

Just as Park Jiyeon was about to lean down to judge her, Park Hyomin spoke up.

"Zhiyan, the situation with me and Xiuyuan was a special case. But if you want to as well, I can help you; I can help you."

As for Lin Xiuyuan's side, forget it, coax this little dinosaur first.

And this sentence made Park Jiyeon's expression turn from cloudy to overcast, then to sunny.

The speed of that change was as if someone had pressed a remote control in the sky; her brows went from tightly furrowed to relaxed, her lips from pouted to curled, and her eyes from dim to bright.

She pulled herself out of that state of grievance and unhappiness, turning into a state of happy excitement.

Then, she even helped Park Hyomin up from the bed with a beaming smile, sat beside her, leaned in to nuzzle against her, and acted coquettishly in a very intimate manner.

"Aigoo, Unnie, I just said we are good sisters, good best friends."

Park Hyomin, who had sat up, rolled her eyes in speechlessness, but when she looked down and met Park Jiyeon's beaming face, it turned into a helpless smile.

"Zhiyan, the speed at which you change your face is almost catching up to a certain culture on Xiuyuan's side; you wouldn't have been like this before."

Facing Park Hyomin's accusation, Park Jiyeon continued to nuzzle her little face against her, acting like a little kitten, rubbing against her and continuing to act coquettishly, "Aigoo, Unnie, people always have to learn to grow up; I've just become a bit more mature, this is a good thing."

At this, Park Hyomin was also angered into laughter, looking at Xian Enjing to the side, "Enjing, Zhiyan calls this situation where she's become better at bullying us 'mature', what should we do?"

Xian Enjing sat to the side, listening to the two's back-and-forth, and was truly about to laugh until she was out of breath. Seeing Park Hyomin cue her, she quickly waved her hands, "I don't know, you guys chat amongst yourselves, don't drag me into it."

The night outside the window grew deeper, and the lights of Seoul went from dense to sparse, like the starry sky overhead that was slowly being obscured by dark clouds.

This night was still long, but no one wanted to leave.