GV – Chapter 66

From the moment Song Zhiqing had tightly grasped her hand as she came out, Ye Yuhuan knew that no matter where she went for the rest of the night, Song Zhiqing would inevitably be by her side.

And that wasn’t a bad thing at all.

The corners of Ye Yuhuan’s mouth turned up slightly as she squeezed the hand back.

In fact, it was very good.

“Where to?” Ye Yuhuan asked.

“Let’s go to my place.”

“Mm, alright.”

Ye Yuhuan’s ready agreement actually made Song Zhiqing feel that something was off. She still remembered how resistant Ye Yuhuan had been to staying over the first time, and the phrase she emphasized every time she did stay over: No little bunnies.

Song Zhiqing blinked rapidly, feeling she had already received Ye Yuhuan’s hint.

She always made a point of refusing before. If she didn’t this time, then that means… she wants it.

I knew no one could resist the charm of little bunnies!

Song Zhiqing excitedly pulled Ye Yuhuan into the car. The middle-aged couple left behind them looked at each other in dismay. Although they had long accepted mid-life-crisis-inducing theories like “a grown daughter is no longer yours to control” and “a married daughter is like spilled water,” wasn’t this a bit too much!

They had tried all sorts of ways to comfort their daughter, but she had remained with a furrowed brow, like a tragic heroine.

Ye Yuhuan had merely shown up, not even saying a single soft word, and their own hopeless daughter was already so happy she couldn’t find her bearings.

The two of them sighed and walked towards the car, their well-maintained bodies showing a strange hint of a stagger.

After returning home, Song Zhiqing gave her neglected parents a hug each, along with a sweet “good night,” and then pulled Ye Yuhuan upstairs to freely choose a pair of little bunny pajamas.

Well… that’s that, then. Their daughter gave them hugs, after all.

It was truly strange. In the past, seeing Song Zhiqing act so independent and sensible, they felt nothing more than pride, relief, and a bit of guilt. But seeing their daughter act so soft and clingy in front of Xiao Ye, being coquettish and throwing tantrums, they suddenly found themselves craving their daughter’s affection.

It really is true that you always yearn for what you can’t have. But it couldn’t be denied that a coquettish Song Zhiqing was just too cute, and that was a huge factor.

Ye Yuhuan was currently experiencing this profound truth.

Only after her relationship with Song Zhiqing had rapidly advanced—or to put it more sappily, progressed by leaps and bounds—did Ye Yuhuan realize that pink was not just a color.

It was a spectrum.

A rainbow of pinks existed in the world.

The set of pajamas Song Zhiqing was holding in front of her right now was an outstanding example.

However, under the influence of a light wink from Song Zhiqing, Ye Yuhuan agreed to the outfit without even going through the usual difficult decision-making process.

Seeing Song Zhiqing’s even more brilliant smile, Ye Yuhuan comforted herself: As long as she’s happy.

Due to their frequent habit of staying over at each other’s houses, they had both prepared plenty of new underwear at their respective homes for the other to use.

In the beginning, it was just picking a set from their own spare underwear. Until one day, when Song Zhiqing took the small clothes Ye Yuhuan handed her, she suddenly discovered it was her favorite underwear brand.

Ye Yuhuan had been incredibly embarrassed at the time. No matter how good of friends they were, specifically buying underwear for the other person…

It was really… weird.

But, she also really hoped Song Zhiqing could wear the brand she liked and was used to.

Song Zhiqing glanced at Ye Yuhuan’s bright red ears, said nothing, and turned to enter the bathroom.

The next time Ye Yuhuan stayed over at the Song residence, she opened the familiar drawer and saw a different scene from before. All sorts of… elaborate little things.

With a trembling finger, Ye Yuhuan picked out a set that looked relatively modest.

Seriously, Song Zhiqing, what kind of direction was she taking this in?!

What was even more infuriating was that these things were always there, never added to or taken away from, only diminishing one piece at a time.

Once, unable to bear it any longer, she had cautiously mentioned that some of the items in there were a bit too flashy.

Who knew that Song Zhiqing would react as if an excitement button had been pressed, relentlessly asking her what “flashy” meant, specifically which style, which color.

Ye Yuhuan had immediately fled into the bathroom.

In reality, “flashy” meant that on some styles, the bow was bigger than the panties, making one wonder for what purpose it had been designed.

There were some even more outrageous ones that had completely departed from any practicality.

But Ye Yuhuan was reserved. She didn’t say it. She figured that when the bow-adorned ones were almost all used up, she would secretly smuggle in a batch of underwear that fit her own restrained aesthetic to have on hand.

But today, she had forgotten about this matter.

Helplessly, she chose a set with a smaller bow.

Surely nothing would happen tonight that would expose this, right?

Although Miss Ye had solidified her intention to date Song Zhiqing, she still couldn’t imagine that kind of scenario.

A kiss on the forehead was already very satisfying.

So thought the great nun, Ye Yuhuan, in this day and age.

Song Zhiqing’s bedroom was connected to the room next door. Usually, Ye Yuhuan would go to the adjacent room to wash up. The two of them, with great ceremony, would wave goodbye over a distance of less than twenty meters, each hugging their own little bunny pajamas as they went into their respective bathrooms.

With a conflicted heart, Ye Yuhuan changed into a set of clothes that felt awkward from the inside out. Before returning to the bedroom, she still couldn’t quite face it. She delayed for some time by blow-drying her hair, and finally, like a bride being carried to her wedding sedan, she paced through the bedroom door.

As expected, she saw Song Zhiqing sitting cross-legged on the bed, her eyes sparkling as she stared intently at the doorway.

The moment Ye Yuhuan appeared, she let out an exaggerated “Wow!” that made one want to flee.

These are just normal clothes. Aside from not quite matching my aesthetic, there’s nothing wrong with them, Ye Yuhuan tried to convince herself.

She bravely met Song Zhiqing’s gaze. Across a distance of three meters, the two of them inexplicably stared at each other for two minutes. Song Zhiqing, who had started the provocation, was the first to back down, turning her head away with red ears.

She was too easily tempted by the one named Ye Yuhuan.

And she couldn’t act on it. It was really, really hard to bear.

Shyness follows the same rule as a power struggle; once Song Zhiqing became embarrassed, Ye Yuhuan immediately felt at ease.

Seeing that Song Zhiqing’s hair was still wet, she expertly found the hairdryer, stood by the bed and waved it a little, then reached out to pull her off the bed and into her usual seat.

Ye Yuhuan’s fingers ran through Song Zhiqing’s hair, and the warm air filled the small space.

The atmosphere gradually turned warm with the breeze. Song Zhiqing rested her hands on the armrests, propped up her chin, and squinted her eyes comfortably.

After her hair was dry, Song Zhiqing looked disdainfully at Ye Yuhuan’s already dry hair and pouted. “How could you secretly dry your hair by yourself first today!”

Ye Yuhuan put away the hairdryer, coughed at her words, and looked down again at her all-pink attire. Unable to stand it, she quickly averted her gaze. “I needed some time to mentally prepare myself to wear this outfit.”

Sometimes, more than the external aesthetic experience brought by adornments, people want to see the emotional reaction that the adornment brings to the person.

And Song Zhiqing could never get enough of Ye Yuhuan’s embarrassment.

She looked so docile, so tempting.

Song Zhiqing jumped up from the chair, pressed down on Ye Yuhuan’s shoulders, and pushed her into the chair. “But you saved me today.”

“Isn’t there a saying? Repay a life-saving grace with one’s body or something.”

What… What was she saying?

Didn’t Song Zhiqing… still like Shangguan Xianxian right now?

Ye Yuhuan’s mind was in a turmoil. Her inner morality urged her to stand up immediately.

But a person’s heart has more than just morality. If it were only morality, she wouldn’t have secretly kissed Song Zhiqing in the car while she was sleeping.

Before Ye Yuhuan could struggle to a conclusion, she felt a pair of soft hands on her scalp.

“Let me give you a massage,” Song Zhiqing said in a cheerful tone.

Ah, so that’s what it was.

Oh.

Ye Yuhuan’s mouth flattened into a straight line as she accepted the service of the great Miss Song with not a single ripple in her heart.

Miss Song clearly had no experience in doing this, but she had experienced many massages. Even though she was a bit clumsy at first, she gradually got the hang of it.

The first and only customer of the Song Family Massage Parlor slowly relaxed her body under Master Song’s technique. Just as Song Zhiqing was pressing a certain acupoint on the back of her head, Ye Yuhuan suddenly heard her ghostly voice: “What you told me before, about Shen Wei being a threat to my safety, were you talking about something like what happened today?”

“No,” Ye Yuhuan answered subconsciously, then, realizing the nature of the topic, she shut her mouth.

Song Zhiqing’s hands didn’t stop moving. After the dust had settled, she had calmed down, yet she couldn’t completely calm down. What had happened today was just too far removed from her daily life. Although she was born into a wealthy family, her life had been fortunately free of family conspiracies. Even though she had heard of many jaw-dropping incidents growing up, Song Zhiqing never thought they would have anything to do with her.

Today, she had been inexplicably dragged into it. It could all have been dismissed as a coincidence, but she remembered the information that Ye Yuhuan had vaguely revealed last year when she first explained why she had forced Shen Wei to be friends with her.

The crisis in my life is related to Shen Wei.

Now, it seemed it was indeed related to Shen Wei. But, how did Ye Yuhuan know?

Was the occasional heaviness that flickered in her eyes also related to this?

Song Zhiqing didn’t know, so she asked. But now, Ye Yuhuan didn’t seem to want to answer.

Song Zhiqing didn’t want to force her, so she didn’t press further. She could feel Ye Yuhuan’s goodwill towards her, and this goodwill was enough to justify some concealment.

The massage, which had started warmly, ended in silence.

Ye Yuhuan stood up, caught Song Zhiqing’s retreating hand, and kneaded it gently. Looking into her glistening eyes, she asked softly, “Are you still scared now?”

Song Zhiqing took a step closer to her, with only half a chair’s width between them.

“To be honest, from the moment you appeared in front of me, I wasn’t scared anymore.”

Ah, is that so.

Ye Yuhuan lowered her head slightly and said earnestly, “I won’t let something like this happen again.”

The young woman’s eyes curved into a smile. The lingering distress from the day had been washed away in the bathroom. She was now bright and beautiful, as she had always been, a girl as clear and translucent as a spring.

She said, “If you want to keep that promise, then you can’t leave me, you know.”

Ye Yuhuan softened her voice, “That is exactly as I wish.”

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