Ning Wanciu carried An Yu like this, heading to the guest room in Cheng Shimumeng’s house.
However, what she didn’t notice was that the phone in her hand had been displaying “in call” ever since earlier.
On the other side, Ning Dongli had answered the phone as soon as Ning Wanciu called.
She thought it was because Ning Wanciu had something important to say.
But no matter what, she never expected that after picking up, she not only didn’t hear Ning Wanciu speaking to her.
Instead, the first words were…
“An Yu, what’s wrong?!”
Then came sounds of physical contact, followed by An Yu’s voice, which she had heard countless times.
From the audio, Ning Dongli understood part of it.
An Yu had eaten alcohol-filled chocolates, seemed drunk, and then ran off to snuggle with her own sister.
This part was still fairly normal.
What came next, though.
Ning Dongli’s face turned slightly red, her hand gripping the phone, with earphones still on.
From midway through, she had stopped using the phone’s speaker and switched to earphones instead.
Mainly… she didn’t quite understand what exactly had happened.
For certain reasons, the hand holding her phone was trembling slightly.
The sounds she heard were fragmented, originally normal enough, but they quickly took on a different tone.
She heard Ning Wanciu suddenly let out a muffled grunt, and then she stammered, calling for An Yu to let go.
After that, the sounds became intermittent.
Ning Dongli only heard Ning Wanciu repeatedly calling An Yu’s name, her voice completely lacking its usual calm.
And there were faint… An Yu’s panting sounds.
Then, she heard the rustling of clothes, followed by An Yu’s line.
“Ning Wanciu, what are you doing.”
After that, Ning Dongli couldn’t hear clearly at all, even with the earphones.
Ning Dongli blushed, somewhat anxiously fiddling with the earphones, but what couldn’t be heard just couldn’t be heard.
In the dark room, the girl sat alone on the bed, nervously clutching her phone, her face slightly red, looking somewhat anxious.
“What… happened!!”
Ning Dongli really couldn’t figure it out—what on earth had occurred to turn things like this!
She wanted to go ask her sister, but she felt a bit cowardly about it.
“This kind of thing, can I even ask…?”
Ning Dongli stared at her phone, her eyes carrying a hint of grievance.
But she really wanted to know!
Now, Ning Dongli truly regretted it, regretted it thoroughly.
If she had known, no matter how scared she was, no matter what happened, she would have participated!
This heart-itching, scratching feeling was too unbearable, worse than not sleeping all night.
Speaking of which, could she even sleep tonight?!
After all, Ning Wanciu and An Yu were going to stay overnight together!
“No!!”
Unknowingly, Ning Wanciu had successfully ignited Ning Dongli’s fighting spirit through a voice call dialed by accident.
Unfortunately, Ning Wanciu knew nothing about any of this.
She lightly slipped her phone into her pocket, still holding An Yu in her arms, and smoothly arrived at the guest room in Cheng Shimumeng’s house.
“Phew… We’re here, An Yu~”
Ning Wanciu smiled softly, then lifted the blanket, placed An Yu on the bed, and covered her up.
She raised her hand to touch An Yu’s forehead and gently said:
“Then, An Yu, you rest here for a bit. I’ll go prepare some sobering tea for you.”
To prevent An Yu from sleeping while still drunk, Ning Wanciu had to make some preparations.
But just as she stood up to leave, An Yu grabbed her sleeve.
Ning Wanciu was stunned, turning her head to look at An Yu.
She saw her holding onto her sleeve with a blank expression, seeming unwilling to let her go.
“An Yu?”
Ning Wanciu called her name in confusion, and that long-absent sense of nervousness began to resurface once more.
“Ning Wanciu, sleep together.”
An Yu said calmly—this was what she wanted to do, sleep on the bed with the big pillow.
Moreover, the bed at Cheng Shimumeng’s house was no worse than the one at the An family home.
Very soft, very comfortable, just like her own bed—it shared the same fatal flaw, which was lacking a pillow named Ning Wanciu.
“Ah…”
Ning Wanciu wanted to refuse, but she didn’t know how to say it.
“An Yu, let go first… I’ll go prepare the sobering tea for you.”
She had to find an excuse to leave first, then have someone else bring it over.
But unfortunately, An Yu didn’t care about any of that.
A rare opportunity—she had to try it.
“No need. We sleep.”
In An Yu’s amber eyes, a rare faint longing emerged.
It was a longing for comfortable sleep.
Ning Wanciu plus a soft bed—she didn’t dare imagine how refreshing that sleep would be.
“But… I… I can’t.”
Ning Wanciu stammered for a long time but couldn’t come up with a reason.
“Why?”
An Yu asked, somewhat puzzled.
But Ning Wanciu couldn’t explain, because she herself didn’t know why.
Clearly, between girls, lying on the same bed to sleep wasn’t a big deal.
If it were someone else, she might not mind this much.
But for some reason, if it was An Yu, Ning Wanciu felt like something was a bit off.
In short, it didn’t feel quite appropriate…
But she really didn’t have any good reason to refuse.
Just as she was pondering how to turn it down, footsteps suddenly sounded from outside.
Click.
The door was pushed open, and the person who entered was Cheng Shimumeng.
Rarely, she wasn’t here to tease Ning Wanciu, and she didn’t even mention Ning Wanciu’s somewhat excessive behavior from earlier.
Instead, she was holding a bowl of tea in her hands, seemingly for sobering An Yu up.
The instant she saw Cheng Shimumeng, Ning Wanciu felt like she had spotted a savior, her deep blue eyes sparkling with a light called expectation.
Give the tea to An Yu, then take her out!
Otherwise…
Ning Wanciu subconsciously imagined the scene of sleeping in the same bed with An Yu, and her face instantly flushed red.
She shook her head, driving those thoughts out of her mind.
Anyway, Cheng Shimumeng had come—she should be saved now, right?
Seeing Ning Wanciu’s expectant gaze, Cheng Shimumeng smiled and nodded, signaling her to stay calm.
Then, she carried the tea over to the bedside.
“Here, little An Yu, make sure to drink it all properly~”
Cheng Shimumeng handed the tea to An Yu.
“Only after finishing can your wish come true~”
An Yu stared at Cheng Shimumeng and lightly blinked.
And Cheng Shimumeng looked back at her, mimicking An Yu by blinking as well.
Seeing that, An Yu silently released Ning Wanciu’s sleeve, took the tea, and started drinking.
Beside them, Ning Wanciu instantly let out a sigh of relief.
Meanwhile, Cheng Shimumeng showed no reaction; she silently waited for An Yu to finish the tea, then took the cup back.
“All done~”
Cheng Shimumeng smiled. “Then, sweet dreams to you two~”
Right after saying that, she carried the teacup and quickly left the guest room.
After stepping out, the sound of the door locking came from outside with a click.