Meng Jing, whose face was pushed away, was still trying to justify himself: "But straight men also like cute boys who wear women's clothes!"

The words "women's clothing" immediately triggered Jiang Mian's memories of "Jiang Wan".

She quickly covered his mouth: "What women's clothing?! Get lost! I would never wear it, even if you killed me!"

These two siblings are really something else, each one more insane than the other!

If Jiang Mian put herself in the shoes of the older woman, she would suddenly be able to understand her feelings.

Seeing his persistence, Meng Jing turned to He Yubai and asked, "He Yubai, do you really not like our Jiang Mian?"

He Yubai felt a little embarrassed and cleared his throat before saying, "My sexual orientation is normal."

Jiang Mian thought to herself, "Isn't this obvious?! How could it not be normal?!"

This isn't a movie called "Begonia," so where do you find so many domineering CEOs with gay male leads and forced love stories with high-ranking officials?!

"I see," Meng Jing said, looking bored, her expression immediately drooping. "Then it seems I was overthinking it."

"What?" Jiang Mian narrowed her eyes. "Could it be that Brother Meng Jing's taste has become peculiar, and he's actually taken a liking to cute boys who dress as women?"

"How is that possible!?"

Meng Jing said in a serious tone, "If I were to like someone, it would be a cute girl who wears a skirt!"

Jiang Mian snorted, "Vulgar!"

"This isn't vulgarity, this is just my true manly nature!"

Then, taking a sniff, he smelled the scent of safflower oil on Jiang Mian. Meng Jing leaned closer to him and asked, "Are you injured?"

He then reached out and started to pull off Jiang Mian's clothes.

In broad daylight, Jiang Mian could not bear it any longer. While defending her innocence, she shouted, "Stop! I'm not hurt!"

Unfortunately, Meng Jing still treated him like a child: "You're not injured, so why do you smell like safflower oil?"

"I……"

The image of her foolish act at the hotel flashed through her mind again, but seeing Meng Jing's expression that said, "You'd better give me a reasonable explanation," Jiang Mian knew she couldn't fool him.

He could only whisper, "I accidentally spilled safflower oil on myself at the hotel just now."

"You were at the hotel? And then you accidentally spilled safflower oil on yourself?"

It's a very ordinary and simple sentence, but when put together, it can be surprisingly shocking.

Meng Jing's lips twitched slightly: "I've only ever heard of dripping candles, but this is the first time I've heard of safflower oil being used as part of a play. You young people... you're really something!"

Jiang Mian: "..."

Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!

His ears!

He's going to get dirty!

"I'm going to take a shower and change my clothes first!"

Without lingering any longer, Jiang Mian left after saying those words.

He Yubai wanted to go in too, but Meng Jing stopped him: "Does He really not like our Mianmian?"

"I……"

He Yubai's face was filled with an expression that said, "Help me, how should I answer this?"

"Don't be nervous," Meng Jing smiled slightly. "I have photos of Mianmian wearing dresses when she was little. Would you like to see them?"