“Is that so? That’s good then.”
Ning Wanciu gently smiled; as long as An Yu felt comfortable, it was fine.
However, now that the sky was bright and they were awake… she hoped An Yu wouldn’t burrow into her arms again.
This was really a bit… embarrassing.
Ning Wanciu’s face flushed with a slight blush; she raised her hand again and pinched An Yu’s little cheek:
“Alright, it’s time; get up!”
“Wu…”
An Yu let out an unwilling whimper; she always got up on time, but today she just wanted to sleep in a bit more—was that wrong?!
“An Yu~”
“Wu, I know.”
Fine, anyway, there would be a next time.
Because Ning Wanciu was her big pillow.
An Yu blinked expressionlessly, then slowly lifted the blanket and sat up.
Her clothes were a bit wrinkled; last night, because she was drunk, she hadn’t been able to take off her clothes before sleeping.
Mm, a small mistake, but no big problem.
An Yu silently nodded.
Perfect, it saved the step of changing clothes.
Beside her, Ning Wanciu also got out of bed; although not having to hold An Yu made her feel much more relaxed, not so tense anymore, but.
It felt a bit empty, like something was missing.
This was really a bit strange.
Clearly, she had always felt holding An Yu was very embarrassing, but now she suddenly felt a bit reluctant.
…
Ning Wanciu stood up and gently shook her head.
Don’t think about those things.
Ning Wanciu softly spoke: “An Yu, let’s go; we’ll eat breakfast first.”
Beside her, An Yu silently turned back toward Ning Wanciu; she somewhat confusedly raised her phone, then blinked:
“Ning Wanciu, time, not enough.”
Because sleeping with Ning Wanciu was too comfortable, or perhaps because of the alcohol, An Yu hadn’t woken up at her usual early morning time.
Now, it was almost noon…
Today was Monday; they wouldn’t make it to class in time.
Looking at the phone An Yu held up, Ning Wanciu shook her head unhurriedly:
“Don’t worry; school is off for a day today.”
“Hm?”
“This was a temporary decision by the school; I saw the notice this morning, so no need to worry.” Ning Wanciu chuckled lightly.
“Oh.”
An Yu nodded expressionlessly; this was something she hadn’t expected.
So, Mondays could have holidays too.
“Alright, let’s tidy up first, then prepare to eat~”
Ning Wanciu subconsciously reached out her hand toward An Yu, and An Yu unhesitatingly took it.
Their actions were incomparably natural, without a trace of hesitation.
Ning Wanciu herself hadn’t noticed that she had already started to feel that holding hands with An Yu and such was nothing to mind, very normal.
Just like that, hand in hand, they went together to the washroom in Cheng Shimumeng’s home.
The two silently began washing up; neither interfered with the other.
An Yu, as always, after washing her hair, just gave it a simple blow-dry and planned to go out.
But this time, Ning Wanciu was by her side.
“An Yu? You’re planning to go out like this?”
Ning Wanciu was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted; she grabbed An Yu’s arm, not letting her leave.
“Mm, Ning Wanciu, what’s wrong?”
“…You’re asking what’s wrong? Your hair isn’t even dry at all!”
Ning Wanciu somewhat helplessly lifted An Yu’s blue-white long hair; some parts were still damp, not blow-dried.
“Wu?”
An Yu blinked confusedly, not knowing what the problem was.
Usually, she did it like this; because she was afraid of being discovered by others, she moved a bit faster.
The parts that weren’t dry would naturally air-dry on the way to school; it was nothing.
“You guy… you don’t usually do it like this, do you?”
Ning Wanciu furrowed her brows, her expression becoming somewhat serious.
An Yu tilted her head: “Mm.”
“No way…” Ning Wanciu helplessly gave a bitter smile: “Really, come over here!”
She pulled An Yu’s hand, bringing her under the mirror.
“If you don’t blow it dry like this, what if you catch a cold?!” Ning Wanciu picked up the hair dryer and turned it on: “Really…”
“Wu, Ning Wanciu, what are you doing?”
An Yu turned her head wanting to see what Ning Wanciu was doing, but she didn’t succeed.
Because the instant Ning Wanciu noticed An Yu seemed about to struggle, she hugged An Yu from behind, making her unable to move.
“Don’t move; I’ll help you blow it dry.”
“Wu…”
An Yu subconsciously stopped struggling and obediently let Ning Wanciu do as she pleased.
Her hand lifted An Yu’s long hair, blowing it dry bit by bit, very carefully.
“Is it too hot?”
“No.”
“Mm, that’s good.”
Ning Wanciu smiled, then continued helping An Yu blow-dry her hair until not a trace of dampness remained.
“All done~”
Ning Wanciu stroked An Yu’s blue-white long hair from top to bottom.
“No problem now; remember to blow it dry before going out in the future, okay!” Ning Wanciu gently lectured.
“Oh.”
An Yu nodded expressionlessly.
“Mm!”
Ning Wanciu nodded satisfiedly; the An Yu before her was very cute, her smooth long hair naturally falling, her amber eyes dazed, looking incomparably adorably silly.
Ning Wanciu’s lips subconsciously curved upward: “Mm, An Yu, you really are so cute.”
The words of praise slipped out; after saying them, Ning Wanciu herself was stunned.
An Yu blinked expressionlessly: “Mm.”
Cute, she knows.
Gu~
Just before the atmosphere became awkward, a faint sound suddenly came; An Yu lowered her head to look—it was her stomach growling.
It was almost noon, and she hadn’t eaten yet; she was hungry.
“Ning Wanciu, eat.”
“Ah, mm, you go first; I’ll come in a bit.”
Ning Wanciu smiled stiffly.
An Yu raised her head, staring at Ning Wanciu; after a good while, she nodded: “Oh, I know.”
With that, An Yu left the washroom, leaving Ning Wanciu alone.
“Hiss… hu…” Ning Wanciu took a deep breath, no longer able to endure: “Wah, what did I say right to her face!”
She dared to guarantee that she hadn’t said that sentence on purpose.
But, the earlier An Yu was indeed so cute.
Ah, although she was cute at any time.
But, she shouldn’t have just said it out like that; it was really a bit too embarrassing.
She didn’t know if An Yu would mind.
Ning Wanciu looked outside with a red face.
Whether An Yu minded or not was unknown; anyway, she minded quite a bit.
…
…
…
On the other side, An Qing, who had just painfully dry-heaved, was now sent back to her room.
Jiang Qinghe was looking at her with a face full of worry:
“Qing’er, if you’re uncomfortable, why didn’t you tell us?”
An Qing calmly raised her head; her crimson eyes were still incomparably empty: “Mom, I’m fine.”
“You say you’re fine, but didn’t you almost throw up?”
Jiang Qinghe furrowed her brows.
“Really fine; don’t worry, I’ll be okay after resting a bit more.”
“Really?”
“Mm.”
“Sigh… this time forget it; next time you’re uncomfortable, remember to tell Mom!”
An Qing forced a smile, still so gentle.
Jiang Qinghe, you really are… hypocritical.
And, she herself was too.