Chapter 1267 — Counseling Ying Ziyu

Of course, he could take the opportunity to check whether the little girl had given herself some gynecological ailment or other.

"What? You really want to examine me?" Ying Ziyu gritted her teeth and gave Wei Zhao a wounded, resentful look.

On closer inspection, this guardian of hers was quite handsome, and capable to boot — even Li Cihua and Zou Ruoguang treated him with the utmost respect. He was exactly the prince on a white horse she had dreamed of once. But... but... but this man had not a shred of tenderness for women; he was nothing short of a tyrant!

Suddenly wanting to examine her all over again — this made her instinctively resist. No, absolutely not! Not on any account!

"Why so much talk?" Wei Zhao frowned, seized Ying Ziyu, hauled her in front of him, caught her hand and began to take her pulse.

Ying Ziyu came out of her fright only to discover that Wei Zhao was not, as she had imagined, stripping off her clothes — he was merely feeling her pulse. She let out a breath of relief, yet at the same time could not help feeling a little disappointed. It seemed she had flattered herself; he really did still think of her as a child!

"Good. You haven't taken any drugs." Wei Zhao exhaled, and the look he gave Ying Ziyu softened a good deal. "No gynecological problems for the moment — though who can say about later. Be careful about hygiene when you play with yourself in future. Don't put it in; on the outside is fine..."

"Ah—" Ying Ziyu was about to go mad. She glared at Wei Zhao, exasperated beyond words: "I'm not an idiot! Put it in and I'd break the hymen! I'm still a virgin!"

Seeing Ying Ziyu fly into a frenzy, Wei Zhao was momentarily taken aback; but he understood soon enough. Though he thought of Ying Ziyu as a child, she herself evidently did not. She was sixteen now, and in her own eyes no longer a little girl — so it was only natural that she should feel some shame and anger at the things he had said to her.

"All right." Wei Zhao smiled ruefully and let go of her hand.

"Hmph! I hate you! I can't stand you!" Freed from Wei Zhao's grip, Ying Ziyu ran to her bed, hid the vibrating massage egg, burrowed under the covers and burst into muffled sobs.

Today was, without question, the most mortifying and humiliating day of Ying Ziyu's life. That a boy had discovered her most private secrets — she didn't want to live! True, this boy had appeared in the capacity of a guardian, but no matter how Ying Ziyu looked at him, he didn't seem like a guardian at all.

Ying Ziyu felt deeply wronged. Would he now think her a shameless girl, buying such things at her age?

Ying Ziyu's behavior left Wei Zhao at a complete loss. Looking at her sobbing on the bed, he sighed. He had taken her for a child, and had overlooked the feelings of the young woman she actually was.

Still, this was not a subject easy to talk anyone round about. Wei Zhao turned and left Ying Ziyu's room, and saw Feng Xiaoxiao sitting in the living room chatting with Chen Xi. He beckoned to Feng Xiaoxiao to come over. Matters like this were better discussed between girls — let Feng Xiaoxiao talk her through it.

Seeing Wei Zhao wave her over, Feng Xiaoxiao rose and walked across. "What is it? Where's Ying Ziyu?"

"Let me ask you something — have you ever... you know... touched yourself?" Wei Zhao lowered his voice and asked in Feng Xiaoxiao's ear.

"What do you think you're doing?" Feng Xiaoxiao flushed at once and gave Wei Zhao an odd look.

But they were lovers now, and Feng Xiaoxiao was not all that embarrassed; she simply could not understand why Wei Zhao should suddenly ask such a thing.

"Ying Ziyu bought a vibrating egg, I found it, and now she's face down on her bed crying. Go and talk her round, would you?" Wei Zhao, for his part, did not press Feng Xiaoxiao about whether she had actually done it herself — to ask any further would only be indelicate.

"What?" Feng Xiaoxiao stared, then found it faintly funny. "Whatever made you go rummaging through other people's things?"

"I was afraid she might be hiding drugs or something, wasn't I?" Wei Zhao shrugged. "I'm handing her over to you."

"Very well." Feng Xiaoxiao nodded, pushed the door open and went into Ying Ziyu's room.

Ying Ziyu felt terribly wronged. As the big sister of her crowd, she had not shed a tear in a very long time — but today she had finally broken down. Wei Zhao was simply too much of a bully! A girl's private affairs were not something one could just blurt out — the nerve of him!

"Ziyu?" Feng Xiaoxiao saw Ying Ziyu with her face buried in the bedding, weeping softly, smiled, and went over to sit down beside her.

"Sis Xiaoxiao?" Ying Ziyu had not expected the person coming in to be Feng Xiaoxiao. She raised her head in some embarrassment and wiped the tears from her eyes. "How come you're here?"

Ying Ziyu's impression of Feng Xiaoxiao was a favorable one. They had hardly spoken, but Feng Xiaoxiao was surely far better than that tyrant Wei Zhao. She could not imagine how the tyrant had managed to find such a gentle and adorable girlfriend.

Gentle and adorable, was Feng Xiaoxiao? It was only that Ying Ziyu had never seen her other side.

"Why the tears? Where has the Ziyu gone who waved a cleaver around wanting to chop people up?" Feng Xiaoxiao laughed.

"Sis Xiaoxiao, you're making fun of me too..." Today Ying Ziyu was coming apart entirely. As for the tough, stubborn Ying Ziyu of old — to hell with her.

"It's not so much making fun of you. I've heard what it's about. It's only a vibrating egg, isn't it? I've used one myself. It's nothing." Feng Xiaoxiao began talking nonsense. The truth was she never had. In the past she had not even dared let herself entertain romantic thoughts; she had never had an imaginary lover to speak of, let alone masturbated.

It was only after she had gotten together with Wei Zhao that she had done so a few times recently — though only with her hand, and never with anything like a vibrating egg.

"Oh? You have too?" Ying Ziyu blinked, interest sparking at once. "You're not lying to me?"

"Of course not..." And Feng Xiaoxiao began to talk Ying Ziyu round.

Being several years older, Feng Xiaoxiao's outlook naturally differed from Ying Ziyu's. She simply set out the pros and cons and the things worth watching out for, and in so doing loosened the knot in Ying Ziyu's heart.

What the two of them actually said, only they themselves would ever know. But when Feng Xiaoxiao led Ying Ziyu out of the room, Ying Ziyu had stopped crying, and a shy little smile played across her face.

"It's about time — Chen Xi ought to be getting home. Ziyu, you stay in and study properly. I'll come and spot-check you next week!" Feng Xiaoxiao said to Ying Ziyu.

"Mm..." Ying Ziyu's bond with Feng Xiaoxiao was, by now, obviously wonderfully close. She clung to her arm, loath to let her go.

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