# Chapter 15
"Ayi, did you wash your face today?" To me, these words were absolutely like the golden hoop circlet that bound Sun Wukong! And the girl responsible for all of this was Yilin!
I mentioned earlier that Yilin is a very beautiful girl—not only blessed with natural advantages, but also knowing how to work with what she's got. Right now she was wearing a crimson sweater with white fur trim around the collar and cuffs, black tight-fitting pants on the bottom, and cream-colored leather boots, exuding beauty mixed with three parts of innocence. But in my eyes, she looked like a medieval witch in a black robe, with a swarm of terrifying black bats fluttering behind her.
Without needing to look in a mirror, I already knew my face had gone pale.
"Hey, Yilin, what are you dawdling for? If you don't bite him, I will." The speaker was another girl, wearing black-rimmed glasses and dressed very simply, her whole demeanor radiating an intellectual beauty that made one immediately think of professions like teacher or writer—but the words coming out of her mouth were absolutely terrifying!
"No way, this first bite is mine. Xiaowei gave me her turn, so Qianqian, you can take the second bite." Yilin said, grinding her teeth as she reached up and touched my face, "Even if you didn't wash your face, I still want to take a bite!"
I wanted to cry. My first reaction was to shield my face, but the other two girls were already prepared. Before I could raise my hands, they had grabbed my arms—one on each side.
Yilin's face grew larger and larger, her teeth gleaming white. I拼命 leaned my face back as hard as I could, but her teeth kept getting closer and closer to me.
"Hey hey, there's a limit to jokes! I'm getting angry, I'm really getting angry!" Unable to resist physically, I could only try to interfere through words.
But my threats had absolutely no effect. Not only did the three girls show no reaction, but the three guys over there kept adding fuel to the fire: "Oh, I haven't seen Ayi angry before, I really want to see it!"
"Yeah, Ayi, hurry up and get angry!"
"Yilin, go for it!"
...
I was so angry I could spit blood. Just as Yilin's teeth were about to bite my face, something made me suddenly shout loudly: "I didn't wash my face!"
Yilin paused. Seeing that this tactic worked, I didn't have time to think—I immediately kept shouting: "I didn't wash my face today, I didn't wash it yesterday, I didn't wash it the day before! I haven't washed my face for a whole week! Not only did I not wash my face, I didn't take a bath either, I—"
HAHAHAHA...
Before I could finish shouting, everyone burst out laughing. The three guys sitting on the sofa laughed until they rolled over clutching their stomachs. The two girls holding me also laughed and let go. Yilin laughed so hard she nearly fell over backwards. Except for Shangguan, who didn't change much, the whole room was plunged into fits of laughter.
I managed to shake off the two girls' grips, stepped back toward the door, and made up my mind—if they tried that again, I would immediately make a break for it.
I don't know how long we laughed, but eventually Yilin stood up, still laughing as she said, "Oh, I can't take it anymore. Ayi, you're really too cute. I must let me take a bite today!"
I felt exactly like a weak woman who had fallen into the clutches of villains. I couldn't express how aggrieved I felt. Just as I decided to run away, Shangguan finally stepped in. He blocked Yilin with one hand and pulled me aside with the other: "Alright, stop the nonsense."
"Who's making nonsense?" Yilin complained, but she总算 didn't pursue the matter any further, sitting down in a huff. Her expression was just like a child being scolded by parents.
How different people really are. I had said so much, yet it took just one sentence from Shangguan to sort everything out. Once again, I felt the gap between myself and Shangguan. Though I was very grateful for his intervention.
To ensure my safety, I sat pressed right next to Shangguan. Only then did I notice that besides the three mischievous friends and the three witches, there was actually another very quiet girl in the room. This girl was sitting next to Chen Zhongyang, smiling faintly. I immediately matched her face to the girl I had encountered at the movie theater.
It was only later that I learned she was indeed getting married to Chen Zhongyang—that's why she was at today's gathering. The others had all started dating, but none had reached the point of discussing marriage yet. As Chen Zhongyang put it: "They're not qualified to join our inner circle yet."
We ordered a table full of food and drinks, chatting as we ate. Of course, they were mainly the ones talking—I only spoke up when answering questions. Because I really didn't know how to start a topic. Fortunately, everyone else was quite talkative, so there was no fear of awkward silence.
Among the group, Chen Zhongyang was the liveliest, followed by Xiaowei and Yilin, then the other two mischievous friends. From their conversation, I finally "remembered" that one of them was my roommate, and the other was very close to Shangguan.
These two guys weren't as lively as Chen Zhongyang, but they were like a pair performing er hua zhouyi—they played off each other perfectly, and their trash-talking was merciless.
But the most formidable one was the girl called Qianqian. She didn't talk much, but every word from her mouth was like a venomous snake flicking its tongue. Once she locked onto you, you were guaranteed to suffer at least an injury or shock—even if you got bitten to death, it would be within expectations...
Only after making these comparisons did I realize that Shangguan was actually relatively mild-mannered. He was only at the Tang Sanzang level, while the others had long since ascended to the category of venomous snakes and fierce beasts.
Of course, perhaps Tang Sanzang's level was actually higher. Even though the others spoke viciously, they were unknowingly constrained by him. Without him, I definitely would have been left without a bone to bury today.
Compared to these people, Chen Zhongyang's girlfriend Ma Ting was much more likable. Although she had just called me cute not long ago, at this moment she truly seemed like an angel with wings.
We talked and joked, and before I knew it, two hours had passed. Just as we were about to leave the table, Ma Ting suddenly proposed a personality test.
"Canola flowers, osmanthus flowers, chrysanthemums, camellias—choose the one you like best based on your first impression."
Honestly, I had some doubts about this kind of test. Like the blood type analysis that's so popular now—it was originally started by a Japanese guy trying to prove the theory of racial superiority, who performed inductive analysis on 2,300 white people. 2,300 people sounds like quite a number, but can 2,300 represent 5 billion? Besides, it was only 2,300 white people. What about people of yellow skin? Black people? There's really not much scientific basis to it.
Although I didn't believe in it, there was no need to be a wet blanket at this moment. Seeing that everyone else had answered, I also随口 answered: "Camellias."
To be honest, I didn't have much of an impression of camellias. I can't even remember if I've ever seen one. But in my mind, camellias were the kind of thing like tam siu, growing all over the mountains, red flowers swaying in the wind—and it wasn't until I later actually saw a camellia that I realized how wrong I had been!