ISBH - Chapter 4
Chapter 4: Probing
Han Tian sat on the sofa on the first floor of Mo Sang's house, cursing herself for the ten thousandth time for being blinded by lust and ending up completely at Mo Sang's mercy.
At that moment Han Tian genuinely admired Mo Sang's White Moonlight ex-girlfriend a little. Faced with a little vixen like Mo Sang, that ex-girlfriend had still managed to treat Mo Sang like dirt. She was truly a heroine among women!
The little vixen was in the kitchen cooking right now.
In no time at all, waves of savory aroma drifted out from the kitchen.
She had never expected Mo Sang to really know how to cook!
Han Tian could not resist sneaking over to the kitchen doorway.
Mo Sang had already removed her makeup.
Without makeup, Mo Sang's skin was translucent like a freshly peeled egg. Her lips were red without paint, her eyes a pure and limpid black. Her long black hair was tied into two ponytails hanging over her chest, and wearing a Pikachu scarf, she chopped vegetables with complete focus, looking just like a high school student of eighteen.
With makeup she was a peerless beautiful enchantress. Without it she was a fresh and lovely beauty...
As if sensing Han Tian's gaze, Mo Sang turned her head and smiled at Han Tian.
That smile shed all the earlier ambiguity and deep feeling. It was calm and peaceful, clear as an ethereal lily.
She's killing me!
Seeing Mo Sang like this, Han Tian felt as if she had taken another arrow straight to the chest. After half a day of this, her health bar was truly almost empty.
"Wait a little longer. Your favorite braised beef with potatoes will be ready soon." Mo Sang looked back at Han Tian, her eyes brimming with smiles.
Too doting!
Han Tian pressed her lips together, her head a little dizzy. She was clearly several years older than Mo Sang, yet this young girl still left her utterly lovesick.
Perhaps none of this was real. It was only a hallucination from doing experiments for too long lately!
Feeling lightheaded, Han Tian drifted back to the sofa. Hugging a cushion, she could not help opening her mobile phone and skillfully tapping into the Weibo Super Topic.
Cub Is Sweet Today: "I... I had a dream. I dreamed Sang Sang mistook me for her White Moonlight!"
Soon the sisters & brothers in the Super Topic replied to Han Tian.
Love Sang Only: "OP, do you know how long Sang Sang spent coaxing me under the covers because of what you said?"
Sang Sang Keep Going Today: "OP, don't just drink in broad daylight. Have some cephalosporins on the side."
Sang Sang's Cat: "Subway. Old man. Phone."
Sword: "So hard! You fangirls already have an idol and that's not enough. You even come to steal my goddess! Chicken coop warning/jpg"
Tell Me to Study: "OP, if you can become Sang Sang's White Moonlight, then I can become the great Han Tian's favorite student!"
Cub Is Sweet Today @ Tell Me to Study: "Go memorize vocabulary!"
Han Tian read through the replies in the Super Topic one by one, and her restless mood gradually calmed.
This is how it should be!
Mo Sang belongs to everyone. She is forever the moon in the water and the flower in the clouds, to be seen but never touched. She should not belong to anyone...
This is the discipline of a fan.
Mo Sang was only sick and had mistaken her for someone else. She had to keep her own place firmly in mind.
Han Tian took several deep breaths, replayed the events of the past half day in her mind, and warned herself again that her heart must be as still as water!
Just then Mo Sang finished cooking.
Three dishes and one soup. One braised beef with potatoes, one stir fried pork with chilies, one sauteed oil lettuce, and one bowl of tomato egg drop soup.
The braised beef with potatoes seemed to be the favorite food of that ex-girlfriend Mo Sang kept talking about.
Han Tian had thought the little vixen would cling to her side and pester her so she could not eat properly, but to her surprise Mo Sang sat down opposite her.
Han Tian actually felt nothing special about the three dishes on the table. She had no particular preferences about food, but Han Tian hated drinking tomato egg drop soup.
Still, to stay in the role she was playing, Han Tian scooped several extra spoonfuls of braised beef with potatoes into her own bowl.
Han Tian had not expected Mo Sang's braised beef with potatoes to turn out so well.
The potatoes had cooked till soft and had fully absorbed the broth. The beef was tender, and when eaten the juices spread through the mouth. It was exceptionally tasty.
What kind of heavenly Cub is this!
Beautiful, and she can sing and dance and paint and act! Is there anything in this world she cannot do?
This is not falling for the Cub's looks! This is marveling at the Cub's talent!
"Is it good?" Mo Sang gazed at Han Tian, her eyes bright, filled with a bit of expectation mixed with a bit of nervousness.
"Delicious!" Han Tian did not hold back her praise at all.
Mo Sang smiled again. Her voice suddenly turned a little choked as she gazed motionlessly at Han Tian's cheek, tears glimmering in her eyes. "Sister, I told you I'd make you the tastiest braised beef with potatoes. I practiced for a long time..."
So this braised beef with potatoes was something Mo Sang had specially learned to make for her ex-girlfriend?
The smile on Han Tian's face froze for a moment.
Perhaps the tears in Mo Sang's eyes were too obvious. Han Tian suddenly felt like crying too, and even the braised beef with potatoes in her mouth instantly changed flavor.
"It's really good! I really like it..." Han Tian lowered her head and picked up a big piece of beef.
The beef suddenly tasted a little astringent, just like the taste of tears.
"As long as Sister likes it!"
Mo Sang smiled with great happiness, put another chopstickful of stir fried pork with chilies in Han Tian's bowl, and served her a bowl of tomato egg drop soup.
"Sister, eat up. These are all things Sister loves!"
?!
Tomato egg drop soup?!
But Mo Sang had served this herself, and the look Mo Sang gave her was full of expectation...
Han Tian slowly ate the food in her bowl. Meeting Mo Sang's gaze, she finally took a sip of the tomato egg drop soup as if marching to her doom.
It was still the flavor she disliked, spreading across her tongue and almost making her gag.
There was probably no one else who had taken fan worship to her level, was there?
"Is it good?" Mo Sang still smiled, but the look she gave Han Tian grew dimmer and dimmer.
"It's good..." Han Tian did not notice Mo Sang's gaze. She lifted the tomato egg drop soup, ready to finish it in one go as if facing death, when Mo Sang suddenly called softly, "Sister!"
The courage she had worked up deflated all at once.
"What's wrong?" Han Tian set down the soup bowl, shoveled in two mouthfuls of rice, and decided to take a breather and brace herself before drinking the rest.
"I want soup!" Mo Sang pouted her red lips.
Such a torment!
Han Tian glanced at Mo Sang, stood up and took Mo Sang's soup bowl, just about to ladle soup for her, when her wrist was suddenly grabbed...
Mo Sang across the table slowly stood up.
The smile on her lips looked utterly innocent, yet Han Tian only felt a chill down her spine.
She wanted to flee on instinct, but her hands were held by Mo Sang, leaving her seemingly nowhere to escape.
Across the table, Mo Sang kissed Han Tian on the lips and licked her lower lip.
"What Sister has tasted tastes even better!" A satisfied smile curved Mo Sang's lips. Their breaths mingled, so close Han Tian could clearly see the contentment in Mo Sang's eyes. Mo Sang curved her lips again, took the leftover tomato egg drop soup Han Tian had drunk from with her other hand, and slowly sat back down.
Here it comes again!
Han Tian's heart pounded like a drum once more. She deeply regretted softening for a moment and taking on this job. It was too late for regrets now!
If this kept up, this little vixen would torment decades off her life!
"Stop it!" Han Tian bit her lower lip hard before she finally managed to stop her.
"I'll stop!" True to her word, Mo Sang quietly sat opposite Han Tian from then on, sipping the soup in her bowl with slow grace.
She should have felt happy. She finally did not have to drink the hated tomato egg drop soup.
Yet Han Tian's heart would not calm down. Watching Mo Sang drink the soup so gracefully, she kept thinking of that kiss...
Too teasing!
For the entire meal, the heat on Han Tian's face never went down!
When they finished eating, it was already three in the afternoon.
Mo Sang took a phone call. It seemed she was about to shoot a new drama, and she pulled Han Tian into the screening room.
Such an enclosed space for the two of them alone was truly too dangerous.
Afraid Mo Sang would tease her again, Han Tian cautiously picked one of Mo Sang's films from just after her debut, one about family love.
As if seeing through Han Tian's intention, Mo Sang leaned against Han Tian's shoulder and giggled.
The opening music of the movie started.
"Sister, who do you think I was thinking of when I filmed this movie?" Mo Sang leaned close to Han Tian's ear, her voice lazy.
Han Tian tensed all over. How would I know who you were thinking of?
You ask like that, so it's most likely your real White Moonlight...
Still, Han Tian could never say such words aloud.
"Stop it!" Han Tian turned her head away and pressed her lips slightly together.
Mo Sang said nothing more.
It was very quiet around them. The movie she had seen many times held little appeal. Mo Sang leaned on Han Tian's shoulder, and for a moment all she could hear was Mo Sang's soft breathing...
That breathing slowly spread like sparks catching the prairie. Han Tian felt as if her whole body was about to burn up...
"Get off..." Han Tian finally could not help turning her head, only to see Mo Sang leaning on her shoulder, eyes closed and sleeping in perfect peace.
The words about to leave her mouth stuck in her throat.
As if possessed, Han Tian reached out, gently brushed the loose strands from Mo Sang's face, and turned down the volume of the television...
Mo Sang's lashes trembled lightly. After Han Tian turned her head away, a tear slipped from the corner of her eye and slid into their tangled hair...
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