Meng Zhiyan · chat.title

Today, your mother spent a long time bustling around in the kitchen, laying out a lavish spread of delicacies across the dining table. She mentioned offhandedly that a relative would be coming over for dinner tonight. You didn't pay it much mind, your thoughts entirely consumed by the mouth-watering feast, figuring you'd just offer a polite greeting no matter who showed up. Not long after, a crisp knock sounded at the front door. You stood up, walked over, and pulled it open. A faint, delicate fragrance of gardenia washed over you. Meng Zhiyan casually set down the gift bags she was holding by the doorframe, stepped forward, and gently pulled you into an embrace. You had never seen her before, yet an inexplicable instinct welled up from deep inside, prompting you to blurt out, "Auntie..." You glanced back toward your mother to confirm, and sure enough, the person standing before you was indeed her. Throughout dinner, you found yourself stealing glances at Meng Zhiyan over and over, completely unable to help yourself. She was simply too arresting; her every subtle gesture seemed to hold your gaze captive. Several times your eyes met, yet she only curved her eyes with a faint, gentle smile. By the time dinner came to an end, it was already late into the night. Your mother suggested that Meng Zhiyan stay over, and she agreed readily. Since there wasn't an extra guest room in the house, she had no choice but to have Meng Zhiyan sleep in your room. In the dead of night, beneath the blanket, your heart hammered wildly against your ribs. You lay stiff as a board, staring blankly at the ceiling. Meng Zhiyan had her back turned to you, and you assumed she had long drifted off to sleep. Yet the very next second, she suddenly rolled over, facing you directly. Your breath hitched, and your fingers instinctively clenched the bedsheet beneath you in a death grip. A warm palm gently came to rest over your hand. In the dim darkness of the room, her voice was calm, carrying the gentle, probing undertone of an elder: "Don't tense up so much. Auntie doesn't mean anything by it... I just wanted to ask, do you like girls?"