Chapter 39

Rose 39 [bonus update included]: “Sis, when are you bringing sister-in-law home for us to meet?”

Fu Chaoying almost forgot to breathe. Then she leaned back slightly and lifted a hand to gently brush Ye Jiayuan’s lips. “Looks like it’s sis who likes this more.”

A hint of a smile curved Ye Jiayuan’s lips; then she raised a hand and gave her a light push.

Fu Chaoying took the chance to wrap an arm around her, and in the next instant a kiss landed against her neck.

Feeling Ye Jiayuan’s warm, damp breath on that patch of skin, Fu Chaoying’s own breathing quickened.

“Big sister really does seem to miss me.” Fu Chaoying drew in a breath and teased her. She became this passionate the moment they were alone.

Ye Jiayuan paused for a beat, then said, “You don’t seem to miss me all that much.”

There was a faint rasp in that cool voice.

Fu Chaoying stroked her hair and laughed softly. “I keep all my longing for sister hidden in my heart.”

The words had barely fallen before Fu Chaoying’s trailing note trembled. Then she heard Ye Jiayuan murmur, “Then let me hear exactly how much.”

Their kisses overlapped, the heat and moisture of them wrapping around her in a strange, intoxicating way. Fu Chaoying couldn’t help letting out a soft moan, then remembered something and gave Ye Jiayuan’s shoulder a light push. “Sister, close the curtains.”

“And the window too.”

She was afraid the people downstairs might hear them; she was also afraid a neighbor might accidentally see something.

Ye Jiayuan let her go at once and stood to close the window and curtains.

The faint magnolia scent in front of her slowly dispersed. Fu Chaoying’s gaze followed her silhouette, and her reason returned all at once.

She remembered that last time, in Ye Jiayuan’s study, it had also been her who went to close the window.

Some soft place in her chest seemed to cave in all at once; Fu Chaoying couldn’t help feeling anticipation and... fear.

Once Ye Jiayuan had closed everything, window and curtain alike, Fu Chaoying stood and hugged her. “Could sister be a little gentler...”

“Or slower?”

Fu Chaoying looked up at her a little shyly, only to feel her body go rigid. Then came Ye Jiayuan’s gentle voice: “Sorry. Did it hurt last time?”

Fu Chaoying nodded lightly in her arms. “Don’t use two anymore...”

Ye Jiayuan lowered her eyes to look at her; there seemed to be boundless tenderness in them. “Sorry.”

Fu Chaoying felt her heartbeat suddenly pick up; it was a kind of stirring different from being driven by some itch.

It was the kind of surrender that came from sinking into those gentle eyes.

Fu Chaoying raised a hand to hook lightly around Ye Jiayuan’s neck, leaning back little by little as she intertwined her fingers with hers. “I miss sister so much right now...”

Her tone carried a hint of flirtation and temptation.

Ye Jiayuan looked at her pink lips, her gaze shifting slightly as she reached out and unfastened them one by one.

Feeling the coolness, and the intermittent, faint warmth, Fu Chaoying tugged lightly at her collar again. “Sister, kiss me...”

Since they had reunited an hour ago, they still hadn’t kissed.

And kissing was a better way than sex to express love.

For some reason, Fu Chaoying had developed an obsession with kissing; the moment Ye Jiayuan leaned in, reason told her this was a dangerous signal.

A trace of sour sweetness welled in Fu Chaoying’s heart. She unconsciously accepted the kiss and kissed her back.

Ye Jiayuan supported the back of her neck and deepened it; her breathing grew more and more urgent. When she tried to pull away gently, Fu Chaoying hooked her with her tongue.

The wet sound echoed by their ears. Just as Fu Chaoying was about to run out of breath, she finally broke away from Ye Jiayuan, only to hear her laugh and then say, “Little darling... so well-behaved today.”

Fu Chaoying’s heart trembled. She lightly poked her shoulder. “Sister isn’t well-behaved.”

“Mm?” Ye Jiayuan softly brushed the tip of her nose.

Fu Chaoying covered the hand resting over her heart. “This part isn’t well-behaved.”

Fu Chaoying took her hand and gently moved it away.

A flicker of confusion crossed Ye Jiayuan’s eyes, but then Fu Chaoying led her around behind her.

Ye Jiayuan suddenly understood; then came the sharp sound of metal unfastening.

Fu Chaoying lay back on the desk with no space left between them, reached up to slip her hand into Ye Jiayuan’s hair, and was caught by the wrist, her hand then placed over Ye Jiayuan’s heart.

Her palm was flushed with softness, and the warmth wrapped around it was hard to resist. Fu Chaoying’s heart couldn’t help trembling.

A scene flashed through Fu Chaoying’s mind; she lightly pushed Ye Jiayuan’s shoulder. “Sister...”

“Mm?” Ye Jiayuan didn’t let go, only asked muffledly, “What is it?”

Fu Chaoying lightly pinched her waist. “Can we go to the bedroom?”

Ye Jiayuan paused, then said clearly, “Okay.”

Fu Chaoying was lifted again. A flicker of mischief flashed through her eyes; leaning by Ye Jiayuan’s ear, she whispered, “Has sister ever heard of a kind of...”

She trailed off deliberately. Ye Jiayuan opened her mouth and took her earlobe into it, gently sucking.

Fu Chaoying had already been left dazed by her endless soft kisses; now she couldn’t help moaning softly.

At last they reached the bedroom. Fu Chaoying leaned against the soft cushions, legs hooked around Ye Jiayuan’s waist as she continued, “The kind where both people...”

Ye Jiayuan’s eyes and brows flickered with an almost imperceptible smile; in a low voice, she asked, “What kind?”

Fu Chaoying pushed her shoulder lightly, turning the tables all at once.

Ye Jiayuan looked up at the faint blush at the corners of her eyes and couldn’t help laughing.

Fu Chaoying bent down and kissed the corner of her lips. “I don’t believe sister really doesn’t know.”

Ye Jiayuan said nothing, only let her run wild.

Fu Chaoying raised a hand to undo them, then kissed her while lying over her, only to be lightly pressed and rubbed by Ye Jiayuan’s leg. Some itch surged up in her heart; Fu Chaoying reached out to gently stroke her and muttered, “Sister isn’t allowed to move.”

There was a little annoyance in her tone, yet it was so soft it made one want to...

Ye Jiayuan switched to using her hand and lightly drew a stroke.

Fu Chaoying trembled with irresistible feeling. “Mm...”

Barely able to endure the itch, Fu Chaoying took both of Ye Jiayuan’s hands and placed them above her head. Yet the dampness still couldn’t stop itself from rubbing lightly against her leg.

A trace of laughter passed through Ye Jiayuan’s eyes, but she didn’t struggle.

After two minutes, Fu Chaoying finally managed to kiss the dampness; she circled it with the tip of her tongue and heard two soft moans from Ye Jiayuan.

Fu Chaoying gave a light, airy kiss and let go, then took off her own... Ye Jiayuan’s eyes curved slightly as she watched the two of them shift in the air.

The moment they joined, both of them shuddered.

Fu Chaoying slowly twisted her waist, hugging her right leg and exerting force. But she accidentally brushed against something.

An itch flooded her whole body. Fu Chaoying rubbed against it uncontrollably, sounds that did not belong to reason spilling from her throat; by her ear, there were also a few increasingly intense soft hums of “mm...”

It was as if someone had pressed the acceleration key.

In the quiet room, quickened breathing and soft moans rose and fell in waves.

Two minutes later, Fu Chaoying felt the dampness, and when she lowered her eyes to look, she could no longer tell whose it was.

Fu Chaoying looked up again and saw fog in Ye Jiayuan’s eyes, as well as unmistakable strain written all over her expression.

Fu Chaoying twisted again. After reaching that point, she forcibly held back the ache in her waist and finally saw her arch her back; then she saw her panting hard and unable to suppress soft moans.

Fu Chaoying bent to kiss her, lightly stroking her shoulder as she asked in a husky voice, “Does sister like it?”

“Mm...” Ye Jiayuan’s cool voice was low, yet somehow sexy.

Fu Chaoying loved it to bits; she hooked the tip of her tongue and danced with it, only to hear Ye Jiayuan ask, “And you?”

Fu Chaoying blinked, broke away from her lips, and was then lightly pinched by her.

The wet sound rose again.

Fu Chaoying shivered softly, then heard her ask, “Do we have any at home?”

Ye Jiayuan had already returned to her usual cool, abstinent, unruffled self.

The one who had just been unable to control herself had vanished completely.

Fu Chaoying paused slightly, then was instantly stirred by the itch she brought about. “There are some in the drawer.”

Fu Chaoying lay back and watched her practiced movements, then was pressed against by her.

Ye Jiayuan’s gaze focused on the two of them; then she leaned down and kissed her.

Fu Chaoying had no strength left in her by now. Ye Jiayuan took one of her hands and interlaced their fingers.

Along with a long, unbroken tremor, Fu Chaoying was held in Ye Jiayuan’s arms and kissed.

Only when the kiss reached her back did Ye Jiayuan slowly brush over the butterfly tattoo near her shoulder blade. “When did you get this?”

Fu Chaoying came to her senses and said casually, “I think it was freshman year.”

Noticing her fingertips pause, Fu Chaoying laughed softly. “Would sister think I’m very strange? Not well-behaved at all...”

There was no reply from behind her for a long while. Fu Chaoying subconsciously turned her head to look at her, only to be suddenly kissed by her.

Ye Jiayuan kissed the butterfly tattoo. “Very beautiful.”

Warmth suddenly wrapped around Fu Chaoying’s heart; then she smiled again. “I thought tattoos on my body looked cool, so I went to try it.”

“Turns out it hurt a lot. I regretted it a little at the time.”

“But the woman doing the tattoo was very gentle; she said it was already halfway done, so I just had to hold on a bit longer.”

“So I held on, and the result wasn’t bad.”

As Fu Chaoying spoke, her brows and eyes curved in an unusual way.

Ye Jiayuan smiled. “Luckily you only got a butterfly.”

A very simple design.

Fu Chaoying turned over and nestled into her arms. “Would sister think I’m rebellious?”

Ye Jiayuan rested her chin against her forehead and laughed. “No.”

Fu Chaoying felt that in front of her, she seemed transparent, as if whatever she did, Ye Jiayuan wouldn’t find it surprising.

As though in Ye Jiayuan’s eyes, she really was that kind of person.

Fu Chaoying unconsciously gave her neck a light suck, then was softly stroked through the hair. “What is it?”

Fu Chaoying shook her head. “What about you, sister? Have you ever done anything out of line?”

A thought instantly appeared in Ye Jiayuan’s mind; she subconsciously pulled her closer, then nodded lightly. “Just one thing.”

Fu Chaoying was curious and looked up at her. “What thing?”

Ye Jiayuan kissed her forehead gently, then smiled. “I’m not telling you.”

“Oh.” Fu Chaoying didn’t press further; she just tapped her shoulder lightly. “I want to take a shower.”

Ye Jiayuan picked her up and asked, “Do you have an extra bath towel?”

Fu Chaoying lifted a hand slightly. “There isn’t a new one; if sister minds...”

Ye Jiayuan bounced her lightly in her arms. “I don’t mind.”

Fu Chaoying’s lips curved deeply as she let her carry her to adjust the water temperature.

Seeing that she had no intention of putting her down, Fu Chaoying couldn’t help asking, “Is sister going to keep holding me like this?”

Ye Jiayuan set her down on the floor and asked, “Why not use the bathtub?”

Fu Chaoying thought of something as she walked into the warm spray, hooked her arms around Ye Jiayuan’s neck, and leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Does sister have a thing for that?”

Ye Jiayuan said nothing, only rubbed gently. “That’s not what I mean.”

Feeling the itch at her waist, Fu Chaoying laughed softly. “Then can sister let go first?”

Ye Jiayuan didn’t, only lowered her head to kiss her.

Fu Chaoying dodged. “No kissing.”

Her legs nearly gave way from weakness; she almost fell.

Ye Jiayuan caught her in time, a smile impossible to ignore hidden in her eyes and brows.

Fu Chaoying lightly punched her shoulder, but refused to say another word.

Her hoarse voice bore witness to the intensity from earlier.

Ye Jiayuan seemed to like her body very much; after that first time, she had become unstoppable.

Of course, Fu Chaoying liked it too; but each time she was both looking forward to it and afraid.

Fu Chaoying kept a certain distance from her while she dried her body, then was carried to the bed to rest.

Fu Chaoying intertwined her fingers with hers and nestled obediently in her arms. “Good afternoon, sister.”

“Good afternoon.”

But she didn’t sleep for long before Ye Jiayuan gently kissed her awake.

Fu Chaoying asked her vaguely, “What time is it? Let’s sleep a little longer.”

Ye Jiayuan kissed her chin. “It’s five.”

Ye Jiayuan: “Do you want to... come to my place?”

Fu Chaoying’s mind instantly cleared. Thinking of one possibility, she immediately declined politely. “No, I’ll just wait for you at home.”

Ye Jiayuan stroked her back. “I won’t touch you.”

Fu Chaoying’s cheeks went hot at once. She pushed her shoulder lightly. “Then swear it.”

“I swear, tonight Xiao Ying and I... will mind our own business.”

“Unless you tempt me.”

!

Helpless, Fu Chaoying rolled onto her, lips curving. “What counts as tempting you?”

Ye Jiayuan tightened her arms around her waist. “This already counts.”

Fu Chaoying shot upright as if shocked by electricity, crossing her arms over her chest. “What else?”

“Kiss me.”

“Touch me.”

“All of that counts.”

Fu Chaoying burst out laughing. “I won’t, sister. Don’t worry.”

They both got dressed.

Fu Chaoying silently took a lozenge for her hoarseness, then handed one to Ye Jiayuan.

Ye Jiayuan waved it off and said flatly, “No need.”

Fu Chaoying pressed her lips together. She really didn’t need it.

She hadn’t exactly used her throat much either...

They went downstairs together, and Ye Jiayuan said she would take Fu Chaoying back to the Ye family residence to stay for a few days.

Aunt Wu nodded repeatedly, smiling broadly. “Good, good, good.”

Fu Chaoying only smiled faintly at her and didn’t dare speak, afraid her already ruined voice would give her away.

Fu Chaoying followed Ye Jiayuan back to the Ye house; before she even went in, she heard her aunt’s voice, and her heart tightened.

Then she heard Ye Jiayuan say, “It’s fine.”

The moment Fu Chaoying stepped inside, she met Fu Anyun’s gaze; the latter looked at her and Ye Jiayuan with a hint of curiosity.

Chu Yiyun wasn’t surprised by Fu Chaoying’s arrival at all. She even smiled and said, “I specially asked Xiaoyuan to pick you up and come play. You’re not busy these next couple of days, are you?”

Fu Chaoying smiled and shook her head. “I won’t be working overtime on the weekend.”

“That’s perfect. Xiaoyuan, we’ll play cards together later.”

Ye Jiayuan nodded slightly.

But Fu Anyun looked at Fu Chaoying. “What’s wrong with your throat? Catch a cold?”

Fu Chaoying nodded lightly. “Probably a little. It started this morning.”

Fu Anyun said with concern, “You can drink a packet of Banlangen.”

Fu Chaoying smiled and hooked her arm affectionately. “Got it.”

After dinner, the group went to the game room.

Chu Yiyun thought Ye Jiayuan had a sharp mind and insisted on teaming up with her.

Fu Chaoying and Fu Anyun naturally formed a team.

Unexpectedly, the two from the Fu family were on an incredible hot streak, especially Fu Chaoying. They won several rounds in a row.

Chu Yiyun sighed helplessly and looked at Ye Jiayuan. “Xiaoyuan, play properly.”

Ye Jiayuan remained composed and said in a low voice, “I am playing properly.”

She didn’t look like she was intentionally throwing the game either. Knowing she was busy with work and rarely played, Chu Yiyun didn’t say anything else.

Fu Chaoying’s brows and eyes curved faintly.

Fu Anyun, however, asked casually, “What happened to Xiaoyuan’s neck? Bitten by mosquitoes?”

Fu Chaoying’s brow twitched. Following her aunt’s gaze, she suddenly noticed the faint red mark on Ye Jiayuan’s neck; it was left by her.

Ye Jiayuan remained expressionless and said lightly, “A bit of an allergy.”

As she spoke, she even scratched it lightly.

Chu Yiyun also asked, “Did you eat fish?”

Fu Chaoying remembered that Ye Jiayuan was allergic to fish.

Ye Jiayuan’s tone was as calm as water as she smoothly stepped down. “The in-flight meal; I only had a little.”

The reason was perfectly reasonable.

Fu Anyun also said with concern, “Then remember to take medicine later.”

Ye Jiayuan nodded slightly.

Fu Chaoying’s lips curved wider; she focused entirely on playing cards.

A few minutes later, an unfamiliar yet somehow familiar female voice came from the living room. “Mom, I’m back!”

Ye Yian was back too.

Fu Chaoying pressed her lips together and looked at the cards in her hand, not lifting her head.

Chu Yiyun hadn’t known her younger daughter would be coming home tonight; she glanced at Fu Chaoying without making a sound, then smiled and said, “Why didn’t you tell the family you were coming back in advance?”

Ye Yian’s gaze fell on Fu Chaoying; she stared at her and said, “The crew’s had me running nonstop lately. The director gave me a half-day off at the last minute.”

Ye Jiayuan said lightly, “You’ve improved.”

Ye Yian’s eyes curved. “Sis, you finally praised me.”

Ye Jiayuan didn’t look at her and casually played a card.

Fu Chaoying also played one, and the table resumed turning.

Ye Yian found the situation awkward and turned to fetch a chair, only to hear Ye Jiayuan say, “Go wait for me in the study. I’ll come after this round.”

Ye Yian set the chair down and stood between Chu Yiyun and Fu Chaoying for a while, waiting until Ye Jiayuan had played her cards.

She won.

Ye Jiayuan stood to leave, and as she looked at Ye Yian, she said flatly, “Why aren’t you coming over yet?”

Ye Yian reluctantly left Fu Chaoying’s side.

But the instant she entered the study and faced Ye Jiayuan, she caught sight of the hickey on her neck.

Ye Yian blurted out, “Sis, are you in love?”

“When are you bringing sister-in-law back for us to meet?”

Her tone was light and cheerful.

Ye Jiayuan looked at her quietly and said flatly, “I ate some fish; it was an allergy.”

After speaking, she added, “When the time is right, I’ll let you see.”

Ye Yian vaguely felt there was something off about that sentence, but she couldn’t make any sense of it.

She must have heard wrong.

Ye Jiayuan asked about her studio and the art museum matters.

Ye Yian spoke with confidence, laying everything out in detail.

Then she concluded, “Thanks to sis helping me, everything’s moving in a good direction now.”

Ye Jiayuan nodded slightly, her eyes lowered to the desk as some image flashed through her mind.

Then she looked up at Ye Yian. “When are you returning to the crew?”

Ye Yian was a little aggrieved. “Sis, I just got back... and you’re already asking when I’m leaving.”

Ye Jiayuan smiled faintly and looked at her. “Routine concern; don’t read too much into it.”

“Fine. I have to leave tomorrow morning.” Ye Yian was a little depressed. “Sis, tell me, how should I get Ah Ying back?”

“She’s blacklisted me now; she won’t answer texts or emails.”

“I even mailed gifts to her home, and they were all returned unopened.”

Ye Jiayuan looked at her quietly, then shook her head. “I don’t have any relevant experience.”

“And since you were with her for so many years, you should know what kind of person she is.”

Ye Yian shook her head and looked out the window. “Only after we broke up did I realize I may not have understood her at all.”

Ye Jiayuan said nothing, only followed her gaze out the window.

After a long while, she finally said, “Then improve yourself first.”

Ye Yian agreed wholeheartedly, then smiled. “Today I stood next to her and she didn’t even reject me. Sis, do you think I still have a chance?”

Ye Jiayuan idly rubbed the cuff with her fingertips, then lifted her gaze to her. “Focus on finishing this drama first.”

Ye Yian nodded vigorously. “Sis, you’re so good to me.”

Ye Jiayuan looked away and gave no reply. She simply stood up. “There’s a slow variety show coming up in a while. If you’re interested, you can contact Liu Xin directly.”

“I’m a little tired; I’m going back to rest first.” Ye Jiayuan turned and left.

Ye Yian watched her back, full of happiness. “Thanks, sis!”

Because there were fewer people, the card room downstairs had already broken up.

Fearing she might run into Ye Yian again, Fu Chaoying used resting as an excuse and returned to the bedroom.

Being in the same house as the Ye sisters made Fu Chaoying feel a little complicated.

After locking the bedroom door, Fu Chaoying headed straight for the bathroom to shower.

Only when hot water poured over her from head to toe did Fu Chaoying feel a trace of relaxation.

After her shower, Fu Chaoying sat by the window in a daze, when suddenly she heard her phone notify her of a message.

Hearing the alert and thinking of Ye Yian’s sudden appearance, Fu Chaoying inexplicably got a little PTSD.

When she unlocked the screen, she let out a sudden breath of relief——

It was a message from Ye Jiayuan: [Odd change even remains the same.]

If WeChat could, like Antarctic animals, let you set a special notification tone for important people, that would be great.

Fu Chaoying’s lips curved. She got up and went to open the door.

Ye Jiayuan slipped in, habitually locking it behind her; only then did she turn and notice that Fu Chaoying’s hair was still wet.

Ye Jiayuan took her hand. “Why didn’t you dry your hair?”

Fu Chaoying leaned against her as if by instinct. “Because I wanted to wait for sister to help me blow-dry it.”

Ye Jiayuan suddenly stopped walking.

A thought flashed through Fu Chaoying’s mind. She instantly pulled back and hurriedly said, “I, I’ll blow it myself!”

She was afraid Ye Jiayuan would take her instinctive reaction as an attempt to tempt her.

Ye Jiayuan laughed helplessly and tapped her forehead lightly. “I was just thinking, what if I hadn’t come tonight, or came late...”

Fu Chaoying smiled, hooking a finger around hers in a coy plea. “Then I’d just have to keep waiting for sister.”

Ye Jiayuan tightened her arm and drew her into her embrace. “You know I wouldn’t not come, and I wouldn’t come late.”

Fu Chaoying sniffed the magnolia scent in her arms and buried her face in the crook of her neck, rubbing softly.

Ye Jiayuan pulled her to the window and sat her down. “Where’s the hair dryer?”

“In the upper-left cabinet in the bathroom.”

Fu Chaoying obediently sat by the window and waited for her. Seeing her turn back, she quickly stood up again and waited beside the chair.

Ye Jiayuan laughed softly, sat down, then pulled her into her lap.

Fu Chaoying sat facing her, chin resting on her shoulder, letting her blow-dry her hair.

Ye Jiayuan set it to a medium temperature and threaded her fingers into her hair, stroking it slowly and methodically.

Fu Chaoying wrapped her arms around her waist. With warm air swirling over her head and softness in her arms, she couldn’t help feeling at ease; her consciousness gradually drifted.

Just as she was about to sink completely into Ye Jiayuan’s gentle refuge, she was lifted up.

Fu Chaoying blinked groggily, then was gently placed on the bed.

“Tired?”

Fu Chaoying fell into those gentle eyes of hers and obediently nodded, then tugged lightly at her sleeve. “Sister, come up quickly...”

Ye Jiayuan turned off the light on her side and went around to the other.

Hearing the sound of her lying down, Fu Chaoying instantly nestled into her arms.

Warm fragrance spread before her nose; Fu Chaoying couldn’t help curving her lips. “Sister...”

Ye Jiayuan tightened her hold around her waist. “Mm?”

In the dark, Fu Chaoying looked up and kissed her chin. “Goodnight kiss.”

Ye Jiayuan lowered her head slightly and accurately kissed her lips.

After their tongues tangled for a long while, Fu Chaoying’s breathing grew more and more rapid before Ye Jiayuan finally let her go.

Then she heard Ye Jiayuan say flatly, “That’s a goodnight kiss.”

Fu Chaoying nestled in the crook of her neck to catch her breath, then muttered, “Sister is going to Gangcheng again tomorrow.”

“Can’t bear to part with me?” Ye Jiayuan’s brows and eyes flashed with a little smile, and there seemed to be faint anticipation in them too.

Fu Chaoying was silent for a long time, then asked back, “Is sister that willing to part with me?”

Ye Jiayuan turned slightly and gently pressed the tip of her nose against hers. “How could I bear it?”

Fu Chaoying rubbed her nose against hers. “Then sister has to remember to miss me.”

“I will. Good night.” Ye Jiayuan gathered her into her arms.

Fu Chaoying fell asleep peacefully; she slept so soundly that even when Ye Jiayuan left her side in the morning, she didn’t notice.

Ye Jiayuan slipped out of her room and immediately heard the rolling of a suitcase.

Taking three steps at a time, she reached the corner and indeed ran into someone.

Ye Yian looked startled when she saw her, then subconsciously glanced toward where she had come from; that was the Ye family guest room—Fu Chaoying was staying there.

Ye Yian asked in surprise, “So early, sis; where did you come back from?”

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A bold idea:

If forty-five readers want the bonus chapter, you’ll see it before midnight~

(PPPS: if there is a bonus update, it’ll be added to the end of this chapter.)

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Second edit: I made changes because this chapter received a “lock warning” site message! If I didn’t revise it, it would be locked T_T

And——I’m still typing

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Third edit: Okay, there you go. Good night!

TL Note:

Banlangen (板蓝根) = a common Chinese herbal cold remedy.