"And I reckon Sister Yao must have seen that trending topic, and she’s well aware that I was just bluffing her just now, which is why she was so mad that she didn’t speak and eventually hung up the phone."
Wen Qiao’s originally expressionless face beca even more expressionless upon hearing this, and she managed to squeeze out an "Oh" after a long pause.
After a while, she strained out another sentence, "Why am I trending every day recently? Am I becoming famous or sothing?"
Song Qian: "...."
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"I’ll take her back, you don’t need to co in."
"Okay."
Song Qian found Lin Ruochun’s room card in her purse, swiped it to open the door, stepped aside, and watched Wen Qiao and Lin Ruochun enter and close the door before turning to leave.
Finally having managed to get Lin Ruochun back to her room, Wen Qiao could now make her graceful exit.
She stood beside the bed, leaned back a bit, and with a grab of Lin Ruochun’s arm, she tossed her onto the bed.
Wen Qiao clapped her hands, took one step forward, then suddenly stopped, turned her head to look at Lin Ruochun, who was lying with her hands above her head and sleeping in a pose that had nothing to do with "beauty," let out a sigh, bent over to take off her shoes, and after a mont’s thought, went to the bathroom to find makeup remover to clean her face, then soaked a towel to wipe her down.
In the end, seeing Lin Ruochun wearing sowhat tight clothes, she decided to be thoroughly kind and changed her clothes for her.
Lin Ruochun was wearing a little shirt today, which was quite easy to take off. Wen Qiao’s hand had just touched the first button of the shirt when Lin Ruochun suddenly opened her eyes, staring straight at her, her hands clutching tightly onto hers, "What are you doing!"
"I’m changing your clothes so you can sleep more comfortably," Wen Qiao was caught off guard by her sudden awakening, and after a mont of being stunned, she responded, "Why are you speaking with a tone like you’ve been violated? We’re both won, what could I possibly do to you? Let go of my hand, or change your own clothes."
Lin Ruochun blinked, probably recognizing who was in front of her, then let out an "Oh" and released her hands, allowing Wen Qiao to continue changing her clothes.
Wen Qiao: "....."
So she really was going to be serving her until the end?
After unbuttoning the shirt and changing into the pajamas, Wen Qiao was about to start removing her pants when she barely touched the edge of her trousers, Lin Ruochun, who had already closed her eyes, suddenly opened them again and grasped her hand tightly.
"What now?"
Lin Ruochun glanced at her, then looked past her slightly raised belly at her own trousers and uttered softly, "I’ll change myself."
"..... Then why didn’t you change your shirt yourself just now?" Wen Qiao looked at her expressionlessly.
Lin Ruochun pulled the blanket over herself and, after a rustling under it, took off her shorts and passed them to Wen Qiao.
"What’s this for? Do I look like a recycling bin?"
Despite her words, Wen Qiao still took them and then passed over her sleeping pants.
After throwing her dirty clothes into the washing machine, Wen Qiao poured a glass of water for her and placed it on the nightstand.
"I’m leaving now."
Just as she was about to turn and leave, her wrist was suddenly grabbed. She looked down to et Lin Ruochun’s wide-open eyes: "What is it?"
"Do you like ?"
Wen Qiao’s eyebrows twitched, "I don’t like you. I’m straight and only like guys."
But Lin Ruochun only caught the first three words, her lips pouted, and she started whimpering pitifully, "Don’t like... You don’t like , Qin Xiang doesn’t like , none of you like , and netizens even say I’m pretentious, wah—"
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