Book 2 Chapter 5 – I Thought of You as a Bro

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　　Li Yiming saw Liu Meng’s tall figure approach him from afar as he walked out of the bus station. Clean, short-cut hair framed her enticing facial features and conferred to her an impression of capability that perfected her charm. Curvy legs wrapped tightly in cropped jeans, and translucent high-heels supporting feet with perfect skin. Her arms were crossed, and it did not seem like she realized just how much her posture accentuated her generous bosom, which were ready to burst out of her black blouse at any given moment.

　　When Li Yiming saw Liu Meng, the latter, of course, also noticed him. She extended her arms with a smile and walked toward him. A tight hug that made Li Yiming’s heart skip a beat at the softness he felt pressed against own chest. ‘Did I miss out on that before? I think I was too young back then.’

　　Liu Meng pushed on Li Yiming’s shoulders and slightly distanced herself from him to stare at him with eyes that revealed a myriad of emotions. Then, another hug that aroused the fantasies of onlookers.

　　“I’ve heard about it. That dumb girl, I won’t speak to her for five years.” As soon as Liu Meng spoke, however, her true demeanor was exposed; it was already the end of her friends.h.i.+p with Ji Xiaoqin, and, had she not known her to start with, she probably would have led a gang to her place.

　　“Is this the little girl you were talking about? How cute.” While Li Yiming was still trying to come up with an explanation about how he had already thought everything through and had already let it go, Liu Meng’s attention s.h.i.+fted to Bai Ze.

　　“Did you just notice me?” Little Bai Ze pursed her lips. Hher cheap checker-pattern dress was not enough to reduce the attention she received.

　　“Ah, moe~” Liu Meng pushed Li Yiming away, knelt down and wrapped her arms around Bai Ze. “Are you sure that you didn’t kidnap her from somewhere?”

　　Li Yiming sighed in semi-amus.e.m.e.nt. By now, he had become habituated to the treatment he received. That sudden feeling of emptiness, however…

　　“What’s your name, little girl?” Liu Meng produced a squeaky voice to make herself seem more affable.

　　“Bai Ze. Bai as in the color white, and Ze as in a marsh. I’m eight years old, I like to eat sweets and play computer games. I don’t know how to sing, how to dance, nor how to recite children’s songs… Did I forget anything?” Bai Ze rolled her eyes: the thing she hated the most was to be asked these kinds of stupid questions, and she had obviously heard enough of them on the way here.

　　“Ah? Did you teach her that?” Liu Meng was clearly surprised by Bai Ze’s answer. Li Yiming shook his head as hard as he could.

　　“Sis, can we leave? There’s a lot of people staring at us.” This was not much of a surprise, a sensual G.o.ddess and a cute little girl was enough to crane any neck.

　　“Let’s go, follow sis. I have a tablet in my car, and we’ll buy you some sweets later.” Liu Meng picked Bai Ze up and walked toward her car, a red Chevrolet. Li Yiming trailed behind with a suitcase, for which he had no real need, since he could use his storage bracelet, but at least pretense was required.

　　“Did you just buy this?” Li Yiming noticed that everything inside was new.

　　“A premature dowry from my mom. Easier to get married when you own a car,” answered Liu Meng casually. She glanced at Li Yiming. “You seem to be doing well.”

　　“How else? What else can I do?” Li Yiming understood the real meaning behind the question and shrugged his shoulders in self-derision.

　　“That’s good. Be a man. Sis will soon introduce you to a nice one. The ones I have are all of high quality.” Liu Meng sounded like a manager in a hostess club.

　　Liu Meng’s apartment was in a decent neighborhood right in the middle of the city. It was rather commodious too, equipped with a living room, a kitchen and a bathroom.

　　“This doesn’t look cheap,” remarked Li Yiming as he dropped his luggage and looked around.

　　“It’s called an investment. How can I attract good men if I don’t live in a nice place? Oh, feel free to take a drink.” Liu Meng’s kicked off her crystal high-heels carelessly and walked to the fridge. She took out two ice cream bars, one for herself, and one for little Bai Ze. Li Yiming wanted to laugh: she had not changed at all.