“Eh?”
Jiang Ling looked in confusion at Fang Wannian, who had fallen limply into her arms. Her brain, numb from the alcohol, couldn’t process what was happening for a moment.
“I said, tonight you two sleep together. Xiaoyu can sleep with me, it’s fine.”
Mo Ran reiterated, and also asked Lin Xiaoyu, who was engrossed in her game.
“Okay.”
Upon hearing this, Lin Xiaoyu agreed without hesitation. After all, she was aware of the cold war between the two, and naturally understood that Mo Ran’s intention was to get them to make up.
Only now did Jiang Ling finally realize what was happening. She looked down at Fang Wannian, who was struggling desperately in her embrace, and revealed a slightly helpless smile. “That’s fine, I suppose.”
“But could you help me take her back? I don’t have much strength right now.”
Mo Ran agreed readily, and together with Jiang Ling, helped Fang Wannian back to the room.
“I also made a cream cake, remember to finish it all.”
With Mo Ran’s reminder, the door closed softly.
Jiang Ling looked at the small cakes arranged on the tray on the table, reached out to pinch one, and stuffed it into her mouth. The sweet, rich cream instantly filled her mouth.
“So sweet.”
She spoke as she turned around to look at Fang Wannian, who was half-lying on the bed, waving her arms and legs about, making a serious show of drunken madness. Jiang Ling let out an almost inaudible sigh.
Never again will I let this person drink too much!
“Nannan, how about we take a bath and go to sleep, hmm?”
Jiang Ling could only coax her gently, as if speaking to a child.
But Fang Wannian was in no mood to appreciate her efforts, swatting away the hand trying to help her up, mumbling, “You… you can’t touch me!”
“I just want to—”
“Get up!”
Drunk, Fang Wannian was utterly unreasonable, like a firecracker ready to explode at the slightest spark. She turned away, refusing to look at Jiang Ling, completely impervious.
This made Jiang Ling let out a heavy sigh.
She observed Fang Wannian’s clothes today—not too complicated, should be easy enough to take off.
But in this state, even if she managed to drag her into the bath, she’d probably just collapse, which could be dangerous.
So there was only one solution.
Jiang Ling turned to the bathroom and filled a large basin with hot water. Taking out an unopened towel she had kept in reserve, she washed it twice and set it aside.
Fang Wannian’s breathing had grown more even, as if she’d tired herself out or run out of strength.
Seeing this, Jiang Ling naturally reached out to undo her clothes.
It was a shirt, and the collar button was tight. Jiang Ling had to struggle for a while before she managed to open it, instantly exposing Fang Wannian’s pale neck to view.
She continued undressing her, but Fang Wannian frowned and stirred, then raised her hand to slap Jiang Ling’s arm, complaining, “Don’t touch me…”
“Okay, okay, I won’t touch you.”
Jiang Ling replied while quietly and quickly slipping the shirt off Fang Wannian. Seeing her skin shiver slightly, Jiang Ling immediately turned and raised the air conditioner temperature.
Actually, Jiang Ling was feeling a bit dizzy herself, but not as bad as Fang Wannian. She soaked the towel and gently wiped Fang Wannian’s exposed snowy skin.
After all, it wasn’t safe to let her shower on her own, so wiping her body was the only option.
Jiang Ling’s movements quickened, and the towel slid down along Fang Wannian’s neck.
She hesitated for a while at the thin strap running across Fang Wannian’s shoulder and neck, but in the end, she didn’t have the courage to remove it, so she just quickly wiped over it.
Then, using a bit of strength, Jiang Ling lifted Fang Wannian’s limp arm from the bed, pressing the towel against her armpit, and finally lingering for a moment at the soft area that, though not large, was still impossible to ignore.
Because it was covered by fabric, Jiang Ling’s hands slowed.
After a while, she shook her head, forcing herself to clear away any distracting thoughts.
Fang Wannian was dead drunk. She should hurry up and get her ready for bed, not let her mind wander.
After taking a few deep breaths, Jiang Ling continued her work.
Fang Wannian’s chest rose and fell slightly with each breath. It wasn’t striking enough to seize one’s gaze, but there was an indescribable charm that made one want to look again and again.
In fact, Jiang Ling did sneak a few glances and consoled herself in her heart: We’re both girls… There’s nothing wrong with this!
After struggling through wiping her upper body, Jiang Ling turned to wet the towel again, and her gaze couldn’t help falling on Fang Wannian’s overly short skirt.
She pursed her lips, took off Fang Wannian’s small high heels, and saw her curled toes tightly wrapped in knee-high white socks, dangling weakly off the bed.
Jiang Ling felt a bit dizzy, so she got up and gulped down a large glass of water before carefully pulling off the knee-high socks. The soft, springy flesh slowly escaped its confines, trembling with a tempting arc in the air.
She carefully wiped up and down with the towel, not missing a single spot.
“Mmm.”
The previously rowdy Fang Wannian quieted down, her face flushed, eyes tightly shut, hair slightly messy, red lips parting gently as she breathed slowly. When she was done, Jiang Ling let out a heavy sigh.
“Ha…”
This really is torture.
She thought as she took a set of her own pajamas from the wardrobe and did her best to help Fang Wannian sit up from the bed.
Without a proper leverage point, Jiang Ling had to let Fang Wannian lean against her, and, like dressing a kindergarten child, patiently helped her put on the pajamas.
Perhaps the movement woke Fang Wannian up. She frowned deeply and then opened her blurry eyes.
The first thing she saw was the tempting cream cake on the table. Feeling a bit thirsty, she reached out with all her strength to grab it.
This caused Jiang Ling, who was carefully dressing her, to stagger and fall onto the bed, ending up with Fang Wannian on top of her and a few of the delicate cakes falling onto her body.
“Ah!”
Jiang Ling realized her body must be covered in sticky cream by now. Looking at Fang Wannian, who was straddling her waist and dazed, Jiang Ling couldn’t help but let out a short, helpless gasp.
Seriously, drunk people are just a handful!
Jiang Ling raised her hand, wanting to grab some tissues, but was pinned down by Fang Wannian and couldn’t move. She could only say softly, “Nannan, let me get up and wipe this off, okay?”
“No.”
Fang Wannian quickly shook her head, the blush on her cheeks deepening.
Jiang Ling checked her own body as best she could and found that her neck and shoulders had the most cream. The sticky sensation was uncomfortable, so she tried again, “If we don’t wipe it off, we won’t be able to sleep, right?”
Fang Wannian was silent for a moment, then nodded obediently.
Seeing her so cooperative, Jiang Ling breathed a sigh of relief. “So—”
“I’ll do it.”
Fang Wannian suddenly interrupted Jiang Ling, and as Jiang Ling looked at her in confusion, Fang Wannian’s body slowly lowered, pressing down on her. Her alluring lips parted slightly, and her pink tongue stretched out toward the cream-covered neck.
“I’ll clean it for you…”