MTL - She Really Hates-Chapter 28

The people who know you best are not your friends, but your enemies—this is so true.

Maybe it was because they had confronted each other too many times before. Meng Xi was accustomed to Song Zhiyi's behavior, her way of thinking, and always projecting her eyes on her.

By now, Meng Xi's understanding of Song Zhiyi surprised even herself.

Song Zhiyi is a person who is good at covering up his true emotions and showing false faces.

Meng Xi still thinks it's a big loss for her not to develop in the entertainment industry, not only in terms of beauty, but also her acting talent.

But thanks to the experience left over from fighting in the past, as well as a little bit of "truth" that she has touched, Meng Xi, even if she still can't figure out what she's thinking a lot of times, at least she can judge her state more easily than others. action.

Especially... when she's playing tricks.

The curtains in the study are completely drawn, and the clear winter sunshine is pouring in from the window, and the dust is flying in the beam. On the windowsill were those pots of green plants that Meng Xi felt were neither good-looking nor expensive, and were a little annoying.

The two were not standing in the sun, but in a place where the light could not reach, but because there was a bright light source, the room was not very dark.

Counting from Meng Xi's words, it only took a blink of an eye to be quiet.

Song Zhiyi, who was looking at her, turned her head and showed a slightly confused smile: "...I still don't understand. What are you referring to?"

Her puzzlement, embarrassment, and tolerance were all gentle and sincere.

But thanks to the former Song Zhiyi, the current Meng Xi is resistant! Meng Xi ignored her expression and tone, knowing that euphemistic expressions were definitely useless, and decided to go straight to the end.

"I was drunk. What happened the night you came to pick me up? You've been wrong since then."

Meng Xi looked directly at her, with a kind of aggression in her eyes that she didn't even notice, her eyes raised slightly, bright and strong, "If you really want to hide it to the end, there are a hundred ways to make Xiao Zhu shut up until the next life;

"Or do you think that what happened that day made you want to distance yourself from me and reduce your interactions with me, so you don't need to warn Xiao Zhu, and just let me know? Isn't it good that I, Meng Xi, are so uninterested? , can't understand what you mean?

"Doing things without doing them thoroughly makes me feel that something is not right, and at the same time leaves a vague remark, 'Miss Song told me not to say it'... I mean, don't you just want me to ask you?"

"Still," Meng Xi paused, her tone a bit unkind, "you just missed a hand at Xiao Zhu's once in a century, and your recent expressions mean 'stay away from me' and 'our relationship is not that good'. If That's it..."

She no longer leaned against the desk, she stood up straight and took a step closer to Song Zhiyi. Because of the height difference, she looked down with her eyes narrowed and looked particularly imposing.

"Then you can be direct. You don't need to be subtle or euphemistic. Tell me directly, 'I don't want to interact with you'. Say it now."

Meng Xi said that later, he was a little angry because of the difference in treatment between Song Zhiyi and Song Zhiyi.

If it were someone who was not so special, Meng Xi would have been treated like this, and he would have been "informed" and alienated from each other.

It was Song Zhiyi.

A friend who cares suddenly changes his attitude, no matter who it is, it will be difficult for anyone to understand, at least there must be a reason, right?

Meng Zhao always said that she was "not mature enough", and this "stalker" may also be one of the reasons.

But Meng Xi himself felt pretty good.

Did her half-serious half-pissed-off mood also leak with her words?

Song Zhiyi sighed softly, looked away slightly, and said, "Do you think I'm deliberately alienating you?"

"Is not it?"

"Like what?"

"for example?"

"It's just how you think I've alienated you, you have to talk about it."

Song Zhiyi raised his eyes and looked over, mixed with very complicated emotions, and Meng Xi even saw a little expectation.

...how to distance yourself?

"Isn't that obvious?" Meng Xi originally wanted to start her answer like this, but when the time came, she suddenly realized that there was nothing worth mentioning!

Those changes are subtle and small, usually contained in a sentence or an action. Meng Xi can feel that it really exists, and Song Zhiyi must have done it on purpose.

But if you want to discuss it seriously...

Not only will she appear to be calculating and making trouble without reason, but her momentum in this confrontation will also immediately lose a section!

Song Zhiyi was still the same Song Zhiyi, which was too cunning.

Meng Xi held back for a long time and said, "You know what's going on."

"I don't know." Song Zhiyi smiled slightly, obviously on purpose, "If you want me to know, you can tell me."

"..."

You have to force me.

Meng Xixin said that there is no one else here anyway, and only the two of us know what happened. If you don't think this kind of thing is said, the scene will be childish like two elementary school students quarreling... Then I don't care!

"Okay, I'll tell you."

Although it's hard to tell, Meng Xi didn't want to think about it to such an extent and got nothing, she said, "From that day on, you should control the time you spend with me intentionally, although you will still ask me out as before, but you will try your best before. Stay together, and, help you organize your hair or clothes, you will avoid it, it is clear that there is still a distance between walking together, the phone is not called every day, and the reply to messages is getting slower and slower..."

Song Zhiyi listened, from looking at her calmly to lowering her eyes slightly unnaturally.

Meng Xi's voice became lower and lower, on the contrary, the heat on her face began to burn.

— Ruined, completely ruined.

Meng Xi knew it would be like this! As soon as this kind of thing is said, the original question sounds like a spoiled child...

She closed her mouth in despair and let the air flow quietly for a while.

Song Zhiyi was the first to break this awkward atmosphere. She said softly, "Isn't it obvious to say it like this? Meng Xi, why do you think that we are now farther away... instead of being too close before?"

too close?

Meng Xi was the first to think of what Han Yuming had said. She immediately crossed out the outrageous guess of the unreliable guy, and then thought about Song Zhiyi's question, but she was still a little uneasy and nervous: "What do you mean?"

"Meaning, even if it's a same-sex friend, it's a little too close, too dependent on each other, too... out of bounds."

Song Zhiyi looked into her eyes.

After she said this, she remained silent, as if waiting for an answer.

It was clearly not a question, but Meng Xi could vaguely feel the question hidden in his words.

…What does it mean? Is that what it means? Did she mean it?

Meng Xi was a little confused: "good friend... isn't that the case?"

She has few female friends, but it's not that she doesn't have any. And I have never eaten pork and I have seen a pig run. It is normal for girls not to kiss and hug...? Although she never tried.

"...Do you think so?"

Song Zhiyi's flickering eyes dimmed slightly, she lowered her eyes, and her gaze fell from Meng Xi's shoulder to her wrist.

In Meng Xi's clothes today, hollow lace was used to imitate butterfly wings on the cuffs. Unconsciously, she retreated to the edge of the desk, and the two black butterfly wings lay quietly on the white-painted tabletop.

Meng Xi is also like a butterfly.

If it is accurate to the type, it should be Morpho, the goddess of light.

Precious, beautiful, and radiant, Song Zhiyi saw her in the sea of ​​flowers in spring and wanted to take her back to his garden.

However, in front of Meng Xi, she seemed to be a confused blind person. Things that she could easily see through at ordinary times were now confused;

She couldn't see the scale, couldn't figure out the distance, and didn't know how to take this butterfly away and make her willing to stay by her side.

She can only act on the basis of experience, and every step she takes, she carries the unease that all her efforts will be lost.

Song Zhiyi said, "Can you do this to all your friends?"

"It's all women..."

Meng Xi thought so, but for some reason, her body was slightly tense, and she was hesitant to answer.

"Is that okay?"

Song Zhiyi suddenly held her hand, not just holding hands, but clasping her fingers.

The different body temperatures are inserted between the fingers, staggered and tightly clasped on the back of the hand. Meng Xi was taken aback by her sudden action, but she didn't hate this tight way of holding hands.

"…Fine?"

It seems that the two girls do this a lot? It's a bit strange though... that's because Song Zhiyi's way of asking questions isn't right!

He usually does this naturally, Meng Xi thought, and he certainly wouldn't find it strange.

Hearing her answer, Song Zhiyi seemed to smile, and then got closer.

Her other hand brushed Meng Xi's waist, propped up on the desk, and killed Meng Xi in this position, because she was very close, and she could smell the mint-smelling bath aroma, and the legs of the two were also next to each other.

Meng Xi met the eyes she looked up at. The usual clear eyes were like a gentle fog covered with a layer of gentle fog, but also like a dizzy whirlpool...

She leaned back a little.

Song Zhiyi asked, "Is this not possible?"

"...Okay, okay."

"Then, is it okay to kiss?"

"..." Meng Xi struggled to the death, "It's just that kind of kiss, not..."

"Then I kiss."

"…"

Song Zhiyi really half closed his eyelashes and leaned over.

... no way! Although it seems like a kiss is really nothing, but still not quite right! Mainly because the atmosphere is not right!

Meng Xi's heart was beating like a drum.

She didn't know what she was nervous about, and she didn't know why she looked at Song Zhiyi's approaching face and her lips were lightly red, but she just froze in place.

Meng Xi closed his eyes.

"…"

But nothing feels. After a brief silence, she heard Song Zhiyi laugh, with a bit of self-deprecation: "Just kidding."

The cool and warm breath that clings to the body's soft, intertwined knuckles, all pulled away in an instant.

When Meng Xi opened his eyes, he subconsciously curled up his fingers to hold him back, but he could only hold the empty air.

Song Zhiyi took two steps back and looked at her with a look that was close to gentle sadness. She said, "Maybe you think it's fine, but I can't..."

"Meng Xi, you said before that you don't think 'heterogeneous' means it's incorrect, so I dare to tell you - I don't want to alienate you, but I feel that I'm too dependent on you... You just want to be with me Friend, so can't go on like that anymore because I will misunderstand, I will mind because I..."

"I like gays."