217: Chapter 217 Bai Yuyan: My First Time

"I, I really don't remember clearly. I just remember someone holding me, it was very warm."

Qin Xiaoran nodded in satisfaction and reached out to hug Bai Yuyan's waist.

"Fine, fine, I know you're shy. Anyway, there will be plenty of opportunities to experience it slowly in the future. You'll know later, following Wang Yang, it's really very happy."

Bai Yuyan was quiet for a few seconds, then turned her head to look at Qin Xiaoran, her eyes suddenly becoming a bit fierce.

"Qin Xiaoran."

Qin Xiaoran blinked.

"Hm?"

"I haven't settled the score with you for getting me drunk. My first time! Do you know how long I've waited! I had decided since high school that my first time was to be saved for the person I loved the most."

"It was supposed to be in the most romantic place, with scented candles lit and music playing. But what happened? It was all ruined by your drinking session! I don't even know what it felt like!"

Qin Xiaoran shrank her neck and chuckled.

"Well, it was still romantic. Although there were no scented candles, music was indeed playing—the playlist on your phone was on loop."

Bai Yuyan was so angry she went to tickle her, poking randomly at Qin Xiaoran's waist with her fingers.

Qin Xiaoran laughed until tears were almost coming out, desperately dodging backward.

"I was wrong! I really was wrong! Please spare me! Later, I'll have Wang Yang make it up to you! A candlelight dinner plus a five-star ocean-view room, how about that!"

"Can that be the same! You owe me!"

The two of them rolled into a ball, the pillow fell to the floor, and the quilt was kicked aside.

Laughter and screams rose and fell in the room, the warm yellow bedside lamp illuminating the two figures making a mess on the bed.

After a long while, the two finally stopped, panting, and lay side by side on the bed, looking at the ceiling.

"Xiaoran."

"Hm?"

"Thank you."

Qin Xiaoran smiled and turned her head to look at her.

"What are you thanking me for? Didn't we agree? We'd marry the same man and never separate. Now you believe it, right? Childhood promises can be taken seriously."

Bai Yuyan buried her face in the pillow, the corners of her mouth curling up.

"Mm. Taken seriously."

...

The black X5M drove into the underground garage of Yunxi Terrace and came to a stop.

Wang Yang took out two paper bags from the backseat, dark blue ones.

They were printed with a gold-stamped logo and tied with satin bows.

At a glance, they were packaging bags for a jewelry brand.

He locked the car and took the elevator to the twenty-eighth floor.

Walking to the door of 2801, just as the key was inserted into the keyhole, he heard faint laughter and the clinking of a spatula against an iron wok coming from inside.

These two women were messing around in the kitchen again.

He pushed the door open, changed into slippers, and placed the two paper bags on the coffee table.

The kitchen was lit with warm yellow lights, and the range hood was buzzing.

Chen Xuemiao's voice came from inside, carrying a sense of flustered panic.

"Sister Yulan, does this soup need more water? I feel like it's about to boil dry."

"Don't move, don't move, I'll add it. You scoop out that dish, don't let it burn later."

"Which dish? These greens or those chicken wings?"

"Chicken wings! Scoop the chicken wings first, I haven't stir-fried the greens yet."

Wang Yang leaned against the kitchen doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, the corners of his mouth slowly curling up.

The two women in the kitchen had their backs to him, busy working up a sweat.

Chen Xuemiao was still wearing that pink spaghetti-strap short nightgown, the silk material shimmering with a faint luster under the light.

The thin straps hung on her fair shoulders, one side having slipped down a little, revealing a large portion of her smooth shoulder.

The hem of the skirt was short enough to barely cover the base of her thighs, her two fair legs long and straight, her bare feet stepped into fuzzy slippers.

Wen Yulan was wearing a beige cotton loungewear set, the top short-sleeved, with the collar slightly open, revealing a section of her delicate collarbone.

Below were matching trousers, the cotton material very soft, clinging to her body.

She was bending over, ladling soup from the clay pot into a bowl.

This posture pulled the fabric of the trousers taut.

The round and full curve of her buttocks was in full view, her waist slender, the arc from her waist to her hip side was remarkably smooth.

Wang Yang walked over on tiptoe.

Chen Xuemiao was looking down, scooping chicken wings, muttering to herself, completely unaware of the footsteps behind her.

He stood behind her, lowered his head, his lips almost touching her earlobe.

"What delicious thing are you making?"

Chen Xuemiao shivered all over, the spatula in her hand almost flying out, and she spun around abruptly.

Seeing it was Wang Yang, her eyes lit up instantly, and she threw herself at him, hanging on his neck.

"Wang Yang! When did you come back! You scared me to death!"

Wen Yulan also straightened her back and turned around, a gentle smile appearing on her face, picking up the towel nearby to wipe her hands.

"You're back? Just in time for dinner, it's almost ready."

Wang Yang supported Chen Xuemiao with one hand and gave her bottom a light pat.

"Haven't eaten. Are you two cooking again? It smells much better than last time."

Chen Xuemiao got down from him, still clutching the spatula in her hand, and pointed righteously at the stove.

"We really cooked seriously today! Six dishes and one soup! And this time it's definitely edible, not burnt! Let me tell you, when I stir-fried these chicken wings today, I controlled the heat really well!"

Wen Yulan laughed softly from the side.

"For those chicken wings of hers, you helped her salvage them, right?"

Wen Yulan pursed her lips and smiled, not saying anything.

Chen Xuemiao was anxious.

"Sister Yulan, you tell him! Didn't I make it myself? You just helped me turn the heat down a little, helped me pour the seasoning, and helped me flip the chicken wings. Everything else was done by me!"

Wang Yang nodded.

"So from start to finish, she helped you the whole way."

Chen Xuemiao pouted.

"Wang Yang, you're bullying people. At least I actually cooked it through today. You'll know once you taste it, this time it's really edible."

Wang Yang reached out and lightly scraped the tip of her nose.

"Fine. I'll taste it in a while. By the way, there's something on the coffee table for you two."

Chen Xuemiao's eyes lit up, she put the spatula on the stove, and tiptoed to look toward the living room.

"What is it? Wang Yang, did you bring us gifts?"

Wen Yulan also turned her head, her eyes filled with a hint of curiosity.

"What is it?"

Wang Yang smiled.

"Go see for yourselves. You'll know after you see. But finish making dinner first, I'm hungry."

Chen Xuemiao said "Oh," obediently turned back to continue scooping the chicken wings, but was clearly distracted, glancing toward the living room every two scoops.

"Go take a look first. I'll handle this."

Chen Xuemiao immediately put down the spatula, grabbed Wen Yulan's hand, and ran to the living room.

The two squatted in front of the coffee table, opened the two paper bags, and each pulled out a dark blue velvet jewelry box.

Chen Xuemiao opened hers, and inside was a thin platinum bracelet.

The chain was adorned with a small diamond chip, shimmering with faint light under the lamp.

Wen Yulan opened hers, also a bracelet, with a slightly different style, simpler and more suitable for her temperament.

Chen Xuemiao held the bracelet up to the light, and the diamond chip refracted a small rainbow.

She turned her head and shouted toward the kitchen.

"Wang Yang! This is so beautiful! I love it so much!"