One Pet Gets Married

Chapter 8

"I'm sorry. Weren't they meant to be eaten?" Tang You'an put down her chopsticks.

"What? How could they be for eating?" Song Xici stared at her, smacking her forehead. "They were my pets, my pets!"

"I apologize. I've never kept pets. I only raised chickens with my master, and those were for eating..." Tang You'an explained, but felt she had truly stirred up a hornet's nest this time, nearing disaster.

"I don't want to discuss this anymore," Song Xici waved her hand.

Though she didn't particularly enjoy keeping fish, only loving to eat them, these three expensive fish were a birthday gift from her mother last month. They symbolized happiness, fame, and fortune.

It was a rare, thoughtful gift from family, and the fish could have lived much longer. To say she wasn't upset would be a lie.

So much for Tang You'an claiming Song Xici's fate lacked her; it seemed more like Tang You'an lacked a mother figure.

"You eat first. I'll watch some TV," Song Xici stood up, steadying herself against the table, suppressing her anger as she turned to leave.

"Xici?" Tang You'an also stood, approaching her. "I..."

"Please keep a meter's distance. We just agreed on this last night, have you forgotten already?!" Song Xici turned, pointing at her.

"I wouldn't dare forget," Tang You'an lowered her gaze to the floor.

"Fine, I'm going back to my room then."

"Wait," Tang You'an suddenly called out.

"What is it?" Song Xici turned slightly.

"You're unhappy, Xici. I can see it," Tang You'an said.

"I'm not unhappy. I just want to rest alone. I've been exhausted from filming, and I have to return to the set tomorrow," Song Xici replied before heading back to her room.

Hearing this, Tang You'an sighed, her appetite gone. She stood up and glumly cleared the table, heading to the kitchen.

After cleaning up, Tang You'an returned to the living room, standing silently before the fish tank, staring at it intently.

Some time later, Song Xici finished venting to Meng Meng over voice chat about recent frustrating events. Feeling thirsty, she opened her door to get some water.

Coming out, she found Tang You'an standing ramrod straight by the fish tank. Her soft heart instantly crumbled again.

"What are you doing there?" Song Xici approached and asked.

"Repenting," Tang You'an said softly.

Song Xici suddenly choked up, then clasped her hands in front of her. "It's alright, really... You didn't do it on purpose..."

Tang You'an turned to look at her, merely sighing.

Song Xici snapped her fingers, rubbing her head with a smile. "Oh right! Those things I asked you to remember earlier, have you memorized them all now?"

Tang You'an nodded: "Yes. While you were asleep, I went over everything in my mind again. However, I still occasionally struggle to change my speech patterns."

"That's fine, take it slowly. Let's learn something new today. We can't have people discovering you don't even know how to use this," Song Xici walked over, picked up the remote, and pointed it at the TV, pressing a button. "This is called a television. When you turn it on, you can watch dramas and shows. I'll tell you in advance, there aren't really people inside. It's just people acting, then being recorded and shown on TV. You probably don't know what 'recorded' means... Anyway, don't get too excited. In the future, you'll be acting too, so you must watch how others do it."

"Understood," Tang You'an nodded.

Song Xici smiled and opened a channel.

However, as soon as it came on, they saw a woman embracing another woman's waist, softly saying "I love you" before they kissed.

"This..." Tang You'an narrowed her eyes.

"Damn it!" Song Xici froze, quickly changing the channel.

This time, an ancient female ruler stood behind another woman, caressing her snow-white neck...

"Ah..." Tang You'an's eyes widened.

"Holy crap!" Song Xici immediately turned off the TV.

Tang You'an turned to look at her, puzzled.

"Well, I've just calculated that rather than watching TV, today is more suitable for teaching you how to shop using modern high-tech methods, that is, buying things," Song Xici put down the remote, crossed her arms, and closed her eyes as she spoke.

"Mm," Tang You'an glanced at the now-dark TV, then back at Song Xici.

"Alright, let's go put on some warmer clothes, then we'll head out," Song Xici said, standing up.

However, Tang You'an suddenly called out to Song Xici.

"What is it?" Song Xici asked.

"I don't know how to wear undergarments, nor where to find them," Tang You'an touched the collar of her shirt, which she had copied from Song Xici's style yesterday, looking at her.

Only then did Song Xici notice the faint protrusions on Tang You'an's chest.

"Oh... Well, it doesn't matter. Although you're not small there, you're not very large either. In winter, with thick clothes, few would notice if you don't wear a bra, or undergarment," Song Xici paused, then continued, "But... I should teach you this skill. How else will you manage in the future? Come on, follow me."

With that, Song Xici beckoned to her, and they entered Tang You'an's room.

Opening the wardrobe, Song Xici rubbed her chin, looking around for a while. She crouched down, opened a drawer, her slender white fingers searching inside before pulling out a grayish-purple bra. She turned to Tang You'an: "Take off your clothes first."

Tang You'an paused slightly upon hearing this: "Take them off?"

"How else will you put it on?" Song Xici asked, holding the bra.

"True," Tang You'an said, lowering her head and reaching with her pale hand to undo the first button of her shirt, revealing her fair neck and beautifully curved collarbone.

Her hand continued downward, undoing the third button, causing a glimpse of her chest to peek through the gap in her clothing.

"Wait, wait a second!" Song Xici, holding the bra, hastily interrupted her.

"Hmm?" Tang You'an stopped, looking up at her.

A few strands of black hair fell across her partially exposed chest, flowing over the high-quality fabric, accentuating her snow-white skin. Though disheveled, she inexplicably caused Song Xici to swallow hard.

"You... turn around first, then undress," Song Xici ran a hand through her hair.

"Alright," Tang You'an nodded obediently and turned around.

After removing her clothes and setting them aside, Tang You'an slightly turned her head: "I'm done."

"Oh..." Song Xici bit her lip, raising her head to look at Tang You'an's back. Its lines were smooth and beautiful, and her skin was flawless.

Wonder what it feels like to touch—this thought inexplicably popped into Song Xici's mind. She shook her head vigorously.

Stepping forward, she handed the bra over Tang You'an's slender shoulder, clearing her throat: "First, hold the cupped part facing you, then pull the straps over your shoulders."

"Done," Tang You'an said softly after about ten seconds.

"Mm," Song Xici responded, standing on tiptoes to sweep all of Tang You'an's hair to the front. Then, taking Tang You'an's left hand in one of hers and the right hand in the other, she guided them to the two back clasps of the bra.

Tang You'an's hands were distinctly cool, but Song Xici's hands were inexplicably damp with sweat.

"Just... feel for the end with the small hooks, and fasten it to the other end... Yes, like that. By feel. You can try undoing and redoing it yourself," Song Xici demonstrated, then quickly released Tang You'an's hands as if dropping a hot potato.

She felt she might be ill.

How could she have such thoughts? Was it because... Tang You'an had a nice figure?

Nonsense! Her own figure was much better than Tang You'an's. Everyone said she had a devilish body in the entertainment industry. Even with so many beauties in showbiz, she wouldn't lose out. Why admire someone else's figure in this situation?

"Xici, what are you really afraid of?" Tang You'an picked up her shirt, put it on, swept her hair back, and began buttoning it up one by one.

After fastening the upper buttons, Tang You'an turned around, adjusting her collar and hair with one hand while pulling a sweater off a hanger with the other, looking at her: "Or are you afraid I'll make inappropriate advances like those people in the TV drama just now?"

"Huh?" Song Xici stared at the swaying hanger, meeting Tang You'an's gaze, seeming a bit flustered.

"Do I seem like that type?" Tang You'an tilted her head slightly, still watching her.

"Of course not!" Song Xici hurriedly waved her hand.

"It's so hot in here..." Song Xici fanned her face, but the heat refused to dissipate. "I'll go out first. Come out when you're dressed."

With that, Song Xici stepped past Tang You'an, walking out stiffly with a blank stare.

As she walked, her mind seemingly bombarded by an atomic blast, Song Xici suddenly tripped on the wardrobe threshold.

In that instant, a sharp pain shot through her right toe, and she began to fall—

But at the critical moment, an arm swiftly wrapped around her waist.

Her waist held, back pressed against a soft chest, Song Xici turned her head to see Tang You'an's beautiful face.

The distance was so close that she could not only smell Tang You'an's faint fragrance but also feel her shallow, warm breath.

"Are you alright, Xici?" Tang You'an gazed at her, slowly asking.

Perhaps due to leaning against Tang You'an's chest, Song Xici felt she could sense the subtle vibrations of her chest and throat as she spoke. Tang You'an's voice, heard like this, seemed particularly sensual.

Song Xici lowered her head, avoiding Tang You'an's gaze. She pursed her lips, swallowing hard, feeling as if some mischievous little creature was running back and forth in her heart, impossible to restrain...

Author's note: Sigh... Late again. My head hurts. I've been running around these past few days, even went to the hospital today.

Everyone, please take care of your health.