Chapter 79: This Feels So Good!

After waiting for a moment…

Song Qiuyu lifted the curtain and sneaked a glance in Jiang Xiao’s direction, her teeth clenched tightly on her lips before lowering the curtain again, anxiety rooting her to the spot—unable to sit still.

So anxious, so anxious.

Had Jiang Xiao fallen into some trap, or was he preparing to do it again?

If he didn’t come out soon, she wouldn’t hold back anymore; she was already at her limit!

Counting silently to ten one last time, she suddenly pulled back the bed curtain, pressing her legs tightly together, and carefully climbed down the stairs.

Just as she was about to muster the courage to call out to Jiang Xiao with a flushed neck, she suddenly heard the creak of the toilet door opening.

Jiang Xiao came out.

Under the dim light, one stood on the balcony, the other by the stairs. They exchanged a glance, then both froze.

Heat burned the back of Jiang Xiao’s ears.

An accidental glance caught sight of the other’s somewhat disheveled pajamas, a small patch of smooth, pale stomach exposed, and even a glimpse of a small navel.

Jiang Xiao’s hands beside him curled slightly.

“Are you done?”

Song Qiuyu forced herself to keep her eyes from wandering to places she shouldn’t look, scratching the burning back of her neck with a small hand.

But she still caught sight of it unintentionally.

What was going on? Why was he still not done after so long? Little Jiang Xiao was so restless, almost hungry enough to “eat” someone…

And he even saluted her with his head raised…

“I just really had to use the toilet!” “Yeah, I’m done.”

Jiang Xiao thought of what he’d just done and nodded awkwardly.

Though the toilet window was open and aired, if Song Qiuyu went inside now…

Song Qiuyu didn’t hesitate. Wearing slippers, her feet made quick tapping sounds as she briskly walked onto the balcony.

Yet, when she brushed past Jiang Xiao, a faint Osmanthus Fragrance lingered at her nostrils.

She clenched her fists and headed toward the toilet.

She didn’t look back but listened to the sound of the toilet door closing.

Jiang Xiao tensed up, gripping his phone tightly as a cold sweat slid down his cheek.

He couldn’t stay on the balcony any longer.

He hurriedly washed his hands, went inside, climbed back up the stairs, and got into bed, his heartbeat quickening.

Song Qiuyu would find out!

Recalling how alert Little Jiang Xiao had been just beside Song Qiuyu earlier, she had clearly seen it. He felt completely exhausted, body and soul.

Song Qiuyu was about to gently keep his secret once again.

He lay on the bed, his mind continuously flashing images of Song Qiuyu lying under him with a blushing face, and her squatting in the toilet like a girl.

Though Song Qiuyu usually stood while using the toilet, his mind couldn’t stop conjuring inappropriate fantasies about her.

So annoying.

Song Qiuyu, naturally, was even more irritated than Jiang Xiao.

Once the toilet door shut, the fragrance filled the entire space. That familiar and humiliating scent made her very uncomfortable.

She gritted her teeth, held her breath, braced herself, took off her pants, then squatted down to use the toilet.

Her fair cheeks flushed deep red with the effort as time passed.

But she still couldn’t hold it, taking a big breath of the Osmanthus Fragrance-laden air.

Damn it.

She took another breath, then held her breath again.

When she was done, she wiped with toilet paper, pulled her pants back up, immediately opened the toilet door, and closed it firmly behind her with a flick of her hand, facing outside.

Her lips parted little by little as she gasped in fresh air.

This was really killing her…

Turning on the faucet, Song Qiuyu bent down, washed her hands clean with water, then cupped water in both hands and splashed her face a few times.

Although she hadn’t stayed long in the toilet, that floral scent clung to her. Just washing her face wasn’t enough; she didn’t dare go back to bed now.

Otherwise, she would definitely bring that scent into the bedding!

She didn’t want to sleep smelling like Jiang Xiao all night.

Not to mention the trouble falling asleep, she simply couldn’t accept this situation.

She opened the balcony window, squinting her eyes as the night breeze blew, letting it disperse the lingering fragrance on her.

Halfway through, she suddenly remembered something and quickly shut the balcony window.

Song Qiuyu swallowed and glanced back at Jiang Xiao’s bed.

Right, compared to herself, Jiang Xiao was the one who cared more about this!

Now she had washed her face, opened the window, and didn’t dare go back to bed.

If Jiang Xiao saw all this, wouldn’t he already be so ashamed he wanted to die?

Oh no.

She probably shouldn’t have acted so disgusted, but she just couldn’t help it!

Song Qiuyu’s mind raced quickly.

“The breeze feels so nice!”

She turned around with a calm expression and started climbing the stairs, pretending as if nothing had happened, gripping the railing and taking steps upward.

The next moment, with a whoosh, Jiang Xiao’s bed curtain was pulled aside.

It was Jiang Xiao himself.

“There’s something I need to apologize for. Actually, I just went to the toilet…”

Hearing this, Song Qiuyu was momentarily stunned.

She was somewhat surprised—after all, most people wouldn’t have the face to admit this kind of thing, especially someone like Jiang Xiao.

But she felt more joy than anything else. Jiang Xiao could even be honest about this; didn’t that mean he trusted her more? That his personality was becoming more open?

“Stop!”

Seeing Jiang Xiao about to continue, she hurriedly interrupted.

“Hm?”

“I get it, Jiang Xiao, I get it. Men have this kind of thing, it’s normal, I understand! Go to sleep, don’t dwell on it.”

She didn’t want Jiang Xiao to be bothered; she didn’t want him to say more either—it was better for both of them.

Song Qiuyu didn’t want to directly face the fact that Jiang Xiao had just done hand massage in the toilet.

Besides, this embarrassing matter was better left unsaid.

Otherwise, Jiang Xiao might turn into a boiling teapot, tossing and turning all night with insomnia.

Seeing Song Qiuyu quickly climb back into bed and pull the curtain closed, Jiang Xiao did the same.

He didn’t lie down but stared blankly in her direction, eyes confused and lost.

Maybe because of last night’s mistake, even her kindness felt strange to him…

This couldn’t go on.

He clenched his fists tightly, making a certain resolution in his heart.

The next day, Song Qiuyu woke up early.

Dawn had just broken.

The time was 6:40 a.m.

“Ugh…”

She rubbed her sleepy eyes and sat up, taking a long moment to regain her senses.

Hadn’t slept well.

Last night, the moment she closed her eyes, her mind was filled with images of Jiang Xiao’s self-pleasuring yesterday!

Even when she finally fell asleep, the dream was still Jiang Xiao—Jiang Xiao doing hand massage while chasing after her.

The scene was so bizarre it woke her up.

Was it supposed to be a lustful dream?

No matter how she thought about it, it looked nothing like one; it was more like a scene from Attack on Titan.

If it wasn’t, then why did she keep dreaming of such a scene?

Clap clap clap.

Song Qiuyu slapped her cheeks hard, got out of bed, and prepared to wash up before heading out.

She had to admit—

Jiang Xiao’s massage skills really weren’t bad.

Although the stepping massage was still a little painful, it had improved a lot; the swelling had gone down, and the bruises had faded.

If Jiang Xiao massaged her again tonight, maybe she’d be fully recovered by tomorrow.

Thinking of this, she couldn’t help but recall how limp and weak she’d been after Jiang Xiao massaged her yesterday, a heaviness settling in her chest.

How had she caused Jiang Xiao so much trouble?

Just as she wondered if Jiang Xiao had been using herself and not Xi’er as a side dish yesterday, the curtain of the bed next door suddenly slid open.