Tiny Genius Alert! Mom & Dad Better Make Peace-Chapter 587 - 531: Jun and Your Liangsheng Ending, Part 2: I Love You
However, before her hand could touch his, she heard his deep voice say, "The love you lack for me, I will find it bit by bit and put it back into your heart. Tongtong, whether in the past, present, or future, my desire for you has never wavered."
"..."
Jian Liangtong arrived home at eleven, Xinyun was already asleep.
Wen Sirou didn’t say anything about it; she took the lingerie from Jian Liangtong’s hand and went into the bathroom to change.
Coming out of the bathroom, Wen Sirou saw Jian Liangtong sitting on the bed, lost in thought. Her eyes flickered softly, and she gently raised the corners of her mouth, walked over to Jian Liangtong, sat down beside her, tilted her head, and asked, "Do you have something on your mind?"
Hearing Wen Sirou’s voice, Jian Liangtong looked up at her, still somewhat dazed in her expression.
Seeing this, Wen Sirou gazed into her eyes even more gently, "You can tell me if you have something on your mind, don’t keep it to yourself, or else you’ll get too burdened."
As Wen Sirou spoke, she reached out and gently patted Jian Liangtong’s hand on her thigh.
Jian Liangtong was lost in thought for a moment before she smiled to herself, "It’s nothing, I was just thinking about Bai Qiao’s future acting career."
Wen Sirou squinted slightly but didn’t expose Jian Liangtong’s casual excuse, and said with a faint smile, "Bai Qiao is still young, with you as her manager guiding her, she’ll definitely have a great future, no need to worry."
Jian Liangtong smiled and didn’t continue the topic, frowned and looked at her, "It’s quite late now, are you alright going back? Should I notify your manager or assistant to come pick you up?"
Wen Sirou looked at her with grievance, "So, you don’t plan to let me stay overnight?"
"..."
"Looks like you really didn’t plan on keeping me," Wen Sirou said in a low voice, looking very hurt.
Jian Liangtong’s eye twitched slightly, and she hurriedly said, "Don’t misunderstand, I just didn’t expect you would want to stay..."
"Why didn’t you expect me to stay?" Wen Sirou interrupted Jian Liangtong and asked confusedly.
Jian Liangtong spread her hands, "You’re a big star, my place is so small, the bed is small too. If you stay, wouldn’t it be too much of a compromise for you?"
"If you knew I’ve lived in a room less than ten square meters since I was young, you probably wouldn’t think so," Wen Sirou said.
Ten square meters...
Jian Liangtong was stunned, looking at Wen Sirou in disbelief.
Wen Sirou looked calm, "You know Lin Yun, right? Her grandfather, Mr. Song, was my grandfather’s superior. Our Wen family has been the Song family’s bodyguard since my grandfather’s time, my father as well. We live in a house less than sixty square meters in the backyard of the Song Mansion. My room being ten square meters is pretty good. Place a 1.5-meter bed, a desk, and there’s no room for anything else."
Jian Liangtong pressed her lips tightly, not knowing what to say.
Wen Sirou herself didn’t seem to mind, and smiled, "Your room is much better than mine when I was young. And it’s decorated so warmly... By the way."
Wen Sirou’s tone suddenly shifted.
Jian Liangtong looked at her blankly, "What?"
Wen Sirou raised a slender finger and pointed at the photo frame on Jian Liangtong’s bedside table, "Is the boy in the photo your brother?"
"..." Jian Liangtong followed her finger.
Her gaze stayed on the photo in the frame for two seconds, then she looked at Wen Sirou and said, "He’s my son."
Wen Sirou, "..."
Wen Sirou’s heart felt like it was hit by two muffled blows, her widening eyes showing her shock.
She slowly turned her gaze, looking at Jian Liangtong in disbelief, "Your son?"
Jian Liangtong nodded, "Yes."
Wen Sirou stared deeply into Jian Liangtong’s eyes, the softness emerging uncontrollably, her hands clenching tightly beside her for a long while without speaking.
Jian Liangtong just assumed she was shocked that she had a son, not thinking of the matter otherwise.
That night, whether it was because she’d seen Huo Shaojun or because she shared a bed with Wen Sirou, Jian Liangtong didn’t sleep well.
Not until the sky began to lighten did Jian Liangtong finally fall into a deep sleep.
Jian Liangtong felt she hadn’t slept for long when a soft body pressed against her back.
A slender white arm reached over from behind, wrapped around her waist.
Suppressed breathing blew against her ear, becoming more rapid, rougher.
A slide over the ear suddenly felt like it was licked by something soft.
The sensation was like being brushed by a serpent’s tongue, causing the sleeping Jian Liangtong to wake up suddenly.
At the same time, her earlobe was gently enveloped by a touch of moistness.
Jian Liangtong’s body tensed abruptly, the next second she gasped, sat up from the bed, turned, and stared in panic at Wen Sirou sleeping behind her.
Wen Sirou’s face was tinged with an unusual redness.
She lay on her side on the bed, her eyes looking at Jian Liangtong like they were filled with water, somewhat misty, like... like... in heat...
Jian Liangtong was startled by those two words that popped into her mind, then quickly retreated to the other side of the bed.
Wen Sirou noticed her movement, her eyes flickered with hurt, she slowly raised her snake-like soft body and sat face to face with Jian Liangtong.
Jian Liangtong looked at her eyes fearfully.
"Are you afraid?" she said.
"..." Jian Liangtong’s eyes blinked intensely, her emotions far beyond fear...
Wen Sirou’s flushed face dimmed with disappointment, "Liang Tong, I like you."
"..." Jian Liangtong’s heart throbbed heavily, her voice trembled unnaturally, "We are friends."
Which meant, if she didn’t like her, why would she be friends with her?
Wen Sirou looked at Jian Liangtong, her eyes filled with infatuation and deep affection, "That’s different. Liang Tong, I’ve fallen in love with you."
Fall in love with her?
Jian Liangtong felt like she was shocked by over ten thousand volts!
Jian Liangtong was so terrified that she couldn’t say a single word.
Wen Sirou pursed her slightly dry lips and looked at Jian Liangtong with deep affection, "True love shouldn’t be limited by gender, don’t you think?"
Does she think?
She is a completely straight girl, of course, she thinks that feelings should be distinguished by gender!
The complexity of Jian Liangtong’s feelings at this moment was beyond words!
What could be more shocking than receiving a confession from a same-gender friend? She could only ask, is there anything more!
No wonder Jian Liangtong felt at a loss.
Jian Liangtong truly considered Wen Sirou a friend. For someone who doesn’t easily make friends, considering Wen Sirou as a friend was already not easy.
Moreover, in the first two months when Bai Qiao just arrived at the "Demon Realm" set, she was so close with Wen Sirou that they were almost inseparable...
And now such a person suddenly confessed to her, saying she... has fallen in love with her!
Does she need to be so terrifying!
Jian Liangtong found it a bit hard to believe.
She took a couple of deep breaths, barely calming her complicated feelings at the moment, and cautiously asked Wen Sirou, "It’s not April Fool’s Day today, is it?"
Wen Sirou, "..."
The atmosphere was eerily quiet for a few seconds.
Jian Liangtong stared at Wen Sirou without blinking, hoping she would suddenly smile and say, yes, I was just joking!
However, Wen Sirou just looked at her with a sorrowful grace, and her softly pressed lips seemed somewhat aggrieved and sad.
Seeing her like this, Jian Liangtong wailed in her heart, it’s over!
Then she heard Wen Sirou start to speak, "Liang Tong, I’m not joking with you, I like you, and I’m serious. Even if you can’t accept me, please don’t take my feelings as a joke, ok?"
"..." Jian Liangtong was stunned, and her expression turned complicated.
Wen Sirou’s eyes were red, looking pitifully vulnerable.
Jian Liangtong felt somewhat reluctant to hurt her.
After all, for the past few months, she truly considered her a friend.
And her feelings, whatever they may be, were indeed kind toward her.
So seeing her like this, Jian Liangtong couldn’t help but feel compassion.
If it were another woman, she would’ve probably kicked her out by now... although that might be a bit violent! Ahem.
Sighing inwardly, Jian Liangtong tried to face Wen Sirou as normally as possible, "Sirou, I understand your feelings, but I can’t accept them."
Wen Sirou had anticipated Jian Liangtong’s resolute attitude.
But looking into her determined eyes, Wen Sirou couldn’t stop feeling sad and disappointed, her soft voice becoming even softer, "The reason you can’t accept is because I’m also a woman like you?"
This question... does it even need an answer?
Jian Liangtong thought for a moment, her almond eyes looking frankly at her, "Yes."
Wen Sirou was a bit stunned, mainly because Jian Liangtong was too straightforward!
"...If I were a man, would you like me?" Wen Sirou asked carefully, hopefully.
"No." Jian Liangtong said without even thinking, "And if you were a man, I might not even be able to be friends with you."
Wen Sirou frowned, "Why?"
"I don’t believe there’s pure friendship between men and women," Jian Liangtong said.
"..."
Wen Sirou stared at Jian Liangtong, her face uncontrollably paling.
Wen Sirou already looked delicate and in need of protection, and now she was looking at her so sorrowfully.
Even without any hint of accusation or reproach, Jian Liangtong herself felt a bit of guilt.
But she didn’t say anything.
After all, being liked by a woman is far more shocking than being liked by a man.
Jian Liangtong was now afraid that if she showed any reluctance, she might say something that would give false hope or cause misunderstanding.
"So, I don’t even count as your friend anymore, do I?" Wen Sirou’s voice was very low, her sorrowful eyes looking at Jian Liangtong, red with intensity.
Jian Liangtong was slightly dazed, unable to answer her question.
Jian Liangtong’s silence, to Wen Sirou, was equivalent to acquiescence.
Wen Sirou’s face dimmed, "I understand."
The quiver in her voice was abnormal, stirring something in Jian Liangtong’s heart as she watched Wen Sirou hang her head in dejection.
Biting her lower lip, Jian Liangtong hesitated, "Sirou, you’re a really good girl, you, have you ever thought that maybe you don’t really like women..."
Wen Sirou’s heart hurt fiercely, lifting her reddened eyes to look at Jian Liangtong, her pale lips twitching, "...How could I not even know what I truly like."
"Really?" Jian Liangtong tilted her head to look at her.
