106: Chapter 106 Sister Yulan, let's play a game.

Chen Xuemiao smiled, her eyes curving into crescents as she leaned in close to Wen Yulan, her tone filled with curiosity and affection.

"Sister Yulan, I'm just curious, so tell me, is Wang Yang usually this attentive to everyone? Does he always care about us this much?"

Wen Yulan bit her lip, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks.

Those inner thoughts about being carefully looked after by Wang Yang.

She had always been reserved and found it embarrassing to speak about such things, so she simply lowered her eyes, refusing to say more.

Seeing this, Chen Xuemiao simply leaned closer to her and coaxed her softly in her ear, her voice as sweet as cotton candy.

Her lips were almost brushing against Wen Yulan's earlobe as she deliberately lowered her voice.

Afraid of disturbing the quiet night.

"Good sister, just tell me. It's just the two of us, no one else is listening. I just want to hear if you also feel a sense of security with him by your side."

Unable to resist Chen Xuemiao's pestering, Wen Yulan's ears turned completely red.

Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's hum, but she still responded softly.

"Mm, he is very attentive and knows how to take care of people..."

Chen Xuemiao's eyes immediately curved into happy crescents, and she satisfyingly raised her hand to pat Wen Yulan's waist gently.

It was a small, intimate gesture between best friends.

"I knew it! It's a good thing I have you with me, Sister Yulan. Otherwise, I'd really get anxious sometimes when I'm alone. It's much better with the two of us keeping each other company."

Wen Yulan's face turned even redder, and she gently pushed Chen Xuemiao's arm.

Her tone carried a hint of reproach, yet it was filled with tenderness.

"You silly girl, stop talking like a child. We're both just following him and looking out for each other; it's not as dramatic as you make it sound."

Chen Xuemiao giggled, not bothering to argue, and simply reached out to gently stroke Wen Yulan's waist.

Her fingertips accidentally brushed against the edge of the bathrobe, touching the cool skin at her waist.

It was purely an intimate touch, with no impropriety.

"Sister Yulan, since we can't sleep anyway and Wang Yang hasn't come back yet, shall we play a little game to pass the time?"

Wen Yulan paused, slowly raising her head with a hint of confusion in her eyes.

"What kind of game? It's late, don't get too carried away."

Chen Xuemiao lowered her voice even further, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Like a naughty little girl, full of harmless playfulness.

"It's just something we often played when we were little: massaging each other to relax! You're always sitting down, so your waist must get sore easily."

"I'll massage you, then you massage me. Let's help each other relax. Have you ever tried it before?"

Wen Yulan stiffened, then realized she had overthought things.

The blush on her cheeks deepened, and she relaxed, shaking her head slightly.

"You silly girl, you scared me. I thought it was some strange game. A massage is fine; I really do often feel sore in my lower back."

Chen Xuemiao laughed, her laughter light and ticklishly playful.

It sounded exceptionally pleasant in the quiet room.

"I knew you'd like it, Sister Yulan. We're both girls; it's perfectly normal to massage each other to relax. You're always too reserved—relax a little. My touch is very light; I guarantee it'll be comfortable."

Wen Yulan buried her head in the soft pillow, her ears turning red as if they might bleed, but she felt no resistance in her heart.

There was only the warmth of a best friend. She nodded gently, signaling her agreement.

"Then... then be gentle, I'm ticklish."

Seeing her agree, Chen Xuemiao's eyes were filled with joy.

Without waiting for Wen Yulan to say more, her hand slid slowly down from her waist and landed on the outside of her thigh.

She pressed gently through the thin pajama pants.

Her movements were gentle and earnest, purely to help her relax her muscles.

Wen Yulan shivered, not for any other reason.

It was just that she hadn't been cared for so attentively in a long time, and she was ticklish by nature.

She couldn't help but let out a soft hum, as if brushed by a feather.

"Don't... Xuemiao, it's a bit ticklish."

Hearing this, Chen Xuemiao made her movements even lighter and slower, her fingers slowly tracing circles on her leg.

The pressure was gentle, unhurried, patient, and tender.

"Sister Yulan, don't be nervous. Just slowly relax. We're just relaxing our bodies, nothing else. Look at you, you're always so tense, your muscles are stiff. Massaging them will make you feel better."

Wen Yulan's body gradually stopped being tense, and her hands, which had been gripping the bedsheets, slowly loosened, no longer exerting force.

The belt of her bathrobe had been loosely tied, and now, with her relaxing movements, it naturally came undone.

The collar opened slightly, revealing a fair neck and soft shoulder lines, adding a touch of languid tenderness.

She thought about pulling her clothes together, but her body felt so incredibly comfortable from Chen Xuemiao's massage.

Her whole body felt limp, and she was too lazy to move, so she simply let it be, her heart filled with peace and warmth.

Chen Xuemiao's finger pressure was just right; every press was perfect, slowly soothing away her exhaustion from the past few days.

Allowing her to immerse herself entirely in this tenderness.

Chen Xuemiao's hand moved slowly upward, pressing gently on her waist.

She carefully rubbed her stiff waist and abdomen, her voice as gentle as if coaxing a child.

"Sister Yulan, see? Isn't it much more comfortable? You always bottle up your emotions, and your body stays tense as a result. Relaxing like this will make you feel less tired."

Wen Yulan buried her face in the pillow, not daring to look up. Her heart was full of warmth, mixed with a hint of shyness.

Her body no longer trembled; there was only a warmth welling up from the bottom of her heart, making her feel soft all over.

This was the attentive care unique to best friends, pure and beautiful.

It was completely different from the feeling of holding on all by herself.

Her mind was no longer chaotic; only a sense of complete security remained as she felt Chen Xuemiao's attentive care.

Her breathing gradually became steady and long, and the exhaustion of the past few days was dispelled bit by bit.

Chen Xuemiao's hand continued to move gently.

Helping to soothe the stiffness in her waist and abdomen, Wen Yulan's breathing became more and more steady.

Her body grew softer, like a pool of melted warm water, completely relaxed.

Her hand rested lightly on the bedsheet, and a faint smile tugged at the corner of her lips, filled with contentment.

"Xuemiao, that's enough. I'm already much more comfortable. Don't tire yourself out."

Chen Xuemiao shook her head, her movements still gentle, and massaged her for a while longer before slowly stopping.

Watching Wen Yulan sprawled on the bed, her brows relaxed, a fine sheen of sweat on her forehead, and her hair spread messily across the pillow,

her cheeks flushed, her eyes gentle, and full of the languor that comes after relaxation, she couldn't help but smile.

"Sister Yulan, see? Isn't it incredibly comfortable after relaxing? You feel much lighter, right?"

Wen Yulan buried her face in the pillow and gave a soft 'Mm'.

She refused to speak, her heart filled with shyness and warmth.

Chen Xuemiao didn't tease her further; she turned over to lie beside her and affectionately hugged her arm.

Her cheek pressed gently against her shoulder, her tone soft.

"Sister Yulan, now will you help massage me too? I went shopping all day today, and my legs and shoulders are so sore. Help me relax too."

Wen Yulan raised her head from the pillow, her face as red as the sunset clouds on the horizon, her eyes showing a hint of awkwardness.

"I... I've never done this before, my technique isn't good, I'm afraid I'll hurt you."

Chen Xuemiao laughed, her eyes curving into crescents.

She reached out, took Wen Yulan's hand, and placed it on her own shoulder, full of trust.

"It's okay, I'll teach you. Just press gently, whatever feels comfortable. We're taking care of each other; no need to be reserved."

Wen Yulan's hand trembled slightly; her fingertips touched the thin silk pajamas Chen Xuemiao was wearing.

Feeling only softness and warmth beneath her hand, she imitated Chen Xuemiao's movements.

Pressing gently on her shoulder, her movements were clumsy but earnest.

Chen Xuemiao slowly closed her eyes, her body gradually relaxing, her eyelashes fluttering slightly, full of enjoyment.

"Sister Yulan, that's it. A little lighter, rub slowly. Yes, just like that~"

Wen Yulan bit her lip, her fingers moving slowly. Through the thin pajamas, she could feel Chen Xuemiao's body relaxing.

Her breathing also gradually became heavier, accompanied by soft, contented hums.

The two leaned closely together, their breathing intertwined, their heartbeats synchronized.

In the room, there was only the sound of each other's gentle breathing and occasional soft whispers, with no distracting thoughts at all.

Only the purest companionship and warmth between best friends.

Wen Yulan looked at Chen Xuemiao's satisfied expression beside her, watching her slightly furrowed brows gradually smooth out.

With a faint smile on her lips, her own heartbeat gradually steadied, her heart full of warmth.

After a long while, Chen Xuemiao was also completely relaxed, sprawled on the bed, panting slightly, her brows filled with contentment.

The two lay side by side, neither speaking, just cuddling quietly like that.

The night outside grew deeper, and the city lights went out one by one.

Only the faint moonlight shone in through the gaps in the curtains, falling on the bed, gentle and quiet.

In the room, there was only the sound of their gentle, long breathing, like the night breeze brushing over the water, quiet and beautiful.

After a good while, Chen Xuemiao turned over and hugged Wen Yulan's arm tightly again.

She rubbed her head against her chest, her tone full of reliance and joy.

"Sister Yulan."

Wen Yulan patted her hand gently and responded tenderly, "Mm, I'm here."

Chen Xuemiao looked up, her eyes shining brightly, as if hiding starlight.

"From now on, let's sleep together. With you by my side, I'll never feel lonely again, and I won't be afraid of the dark. We'll keep each other company and wait for Wang Yang to come back. Is that okay?"

Wen Yulan paused, looking at the reliance in her eyes.

Her cheeks flushed again, her heart full of warmth, and she nodded gently.

"Okay, from now on we'll sleep together and keep each other company."

The two smiled at each other, cuddled together again, and accompanied by the faint moonlight, they gradually drifted into dreamland.

A peaceful and warm night, with no distracting thoughts.

...

The next day

The morning sun quietly snuck in through the gaps in the curtains and fell on the bed.

It was warm, the light thin and soft, like a layer of golden gauze, gently covering the quilt.

It covered their intertwined and cuddling arms, gentle and healing.

On the other side, Luo Shiyun vaguely felt an itch on her body, as if something warm and soft was gently brushing across her.

From her shoulder to her arm, from her arm to her waist, and then slowly sliding to her spine, the pressure was as gentle as a feather, tender and reassuring.

She slowly opened her hazy, sleepy eyes and turned her head.