novelraw Chapter 85 The Fairy is Jealous
Chapter 85 The Fairy is Jealous
Chapter 85 The Fairy is Jealous (Thanks to [Zhang Yuanying] for the 1000 RMB reward, an extra 8000 RMB chapter!)
Before Zhao Yanxi could react, Wen Jing lunged forward and pounced on her, pinning her down on the bed and starting to tickle her with both hands.
"Serves you right for sneaking food and playing tricks!"
"Hahaha----!"
Caught off guard, Zhao Yanxi burst into laughter.
"Little Jingjing—you—hahaha!"
She tried to resist, but Wenjing was like a gunpowder keg this time, with astonishing strength.
As the saying goes, even a rabbit will bite when cornered.
This was the first time Zhao Yanxi had ever seen Wen Jing unleash such tremendous energy, completely suppressing her and leaving her utterly powerless to fight back.
"Little Jingjing, I was wrong—hahaha—"
She laughed until she couldn't breathe: "I'll never—never again—cheapen food behind your back—hahahaha!"
Looking at her disheveled best friend beneath her, Wenjing suddenly felt a pang of sympathy and slowed her movements.
In an instant, Zhao Yanxi seized the opening, flipped over, and pinned Wen Jing down.
"hey-hey!"
She smiled smugly: "My turn!"
The bed was a mess, with two "girls" wrestling.
Zhao Yanxi's long, purple hair was loose, and her dress was disheveled from the playful tussle. The shoulder straps slipped down, revealing a large expanse of white skin, and the hem of her skirt was lifted up to her upper thighs, with the edges of her white over-the-knee socks faintly visible.
She took off her coat, leaving only a simple white T-shirt, which was stretched taut by her exaggerated figure, making the fabric almost transparent and outlining her amazingly full figure.
The two rolled around on the bed, their arms entwined and their legs intertwined.
Zhao Yanxi's leg brushed against Wenjing's thigh, and Wenjing's knee bumped against Zhao Yanxi's waist.
The sounds of panting, laughter, and the rustling of clothes blended together.
Springtime light is just beginning to shine.
The room was filled with enchanting beauty.
Ding Heng managed to slip away at the opportune moment, retreating to a safe distance before raising his hand.
"Snapped!"
"Snapped!"
One slap for each person, crisp and loud.
"Stop, all of you."
The two froze simultaneously, then quieted down and obediently released each other, kneeling on the bed and bowing their heads to await the man's judgment.
Ding Heng looked over.
Zhao Yanxi's shoulder straps slipped completely, and the almost transparent ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) hung loosely around her waist, revealing a large area of her fair shoulders, back, and chest.
Her long, misty purple hair was disheveled, with a few strands clinging to her sweaty forehead.
The white over-the-knee socks were slightly askew, the tops leaving irregular marks on her thighs. The blush on her face hadn't faded, and she was breathing heavily with her lips slightly parted.
The neckline of Wenjing's T-shirt was pulled askew to one side, revealing a section of black shoulder strap.
The fabric on her chest was wrinkled, making the shape she outlined even more striking. Her round face was flushed, and she was panting heavily.
The two of them knelt there like that, and Ding Heng's anger surged.
If Wenjing hadn't suddenly returned, and if Hua Qing hadn't been hiding in the closet, he probably would have already taken advantage of Zhao Yanxi.
He took a deep breath, suppressing the lustful desire in his lower abdomen: "Where is Hua Yue?"
Wenjing whispered, "She...she drove to the comic convention alone—"
Ding Heng raised an eyebrow: "Are you just going to ignore her like this?"
Both of them lowered their heads at the same time, feeling ashamed, extremely ashamed.
Ding Heng ordered, "Yan hope, go change your clothes first. It's still early, let's go out for a stroll and buy some things."
Zhao Yanxi pouted, but obediently got out of bed.
As she passed by Ding Heng, she didn't forget to give him a flirtatious wink before quickly slipping out of the master bedroom, leaving Ding Heng both amused and exasperated.
A few minutes later, Zhao Yanxi changed back into her original work clothes, and the three of them went out together.
The door closed, and the footsteps faded into the distance.
After confirming that the room was completely quiet, the wardrobe door was pushed open, and Hua Qing slowly emerged.
Her hair was messy, and Saber's dress was wrinkled in the cramped space. The neckline of her white strapless top was slightly crooked, revealing a small section of her collarbone.
He collapsed onto the bed, sprawled out in a starfish position, panting heavily.
While relieved that she hadn't been discovered, she couldn't help but mutter a complaint under her breath.
"Scumbag—"
"abnormal----"
"You made me hide in the closet for so long—"
As she complained, a bitter feeling welled up in Hua Qing's heart.
According to Ding Heng, she was his "girlfriend," and he had called her "husband" repeatedly.
Why should she have to hide in the closet whenever other women come back?
Like a mistress —
noon.
When Ding Heng and the other two returned, Hua Qing had already changed back into her everyday clothes and was leaning against the window, staring blankly at the street scene of Rongcheng.
"Sister Hua Qing!"
Zhao Yanxi rushed in enthusiastically: "How long have you been back? Have you eaten yet?"
Hua Qing turned her head, glanced guiltily at Ding Heng, and then looked away.
"I haven't eaten yet."
"Perfect, perfect!"
Zhao Yanxi held up the bag in her hand: "We packed some snacks to bring back. Egg pancakes! A Chengdu specialty!"
Why don't you give it a try? Eating one or two won't make you fat.
"Thanks."
Hua Qing nodded, not refusing Zhao Yanxi's kindness.
She ate while keeping an eye on the three people in the living room.
Ding Heng leaned back on the sofa, flipping through the photos in his camera.
Zhao Yanxi leaned closer, resting her head against his shoulder, and chattered away, commenting on something.
Wenjing sat on the other side, fiddling with the panda plush toy in her arms, occasionally interjecting with a comment.
The three of them were bickering and arguing, creating a scene that was almost painfully harmonious.
After staring at it for a while, Hua Qing couldn't help but start imagining.
If she hadn't hidden, she would have walked out confidently in that Saber dress.
What will happen?
What kind of expression will Zhao Yanxi have?
What would Wenjing's reaction be?
How will Ding Heng arrange things for them?
Hua Qing took a big bite of the cake. It was sweet!
But my heart ached with a bittersweet feeling.
Around 1 p.m., Hua Yue finally returned, carrying a large pile of secondhand merchandise.
"I'm back!"
She put her things on the coffee table, slumped onto the sofa, and after catching her breath, immediately began to berate her two best friends.
"You two are really something!"
She pointed at Zhao Yanxi and Wen Jing: "One of them slipped away because of an upset stomach, and the other followed suit, leaving me all alone at the comic convention! They prioritize their girlfriends over their friends! Isn't that going too far?!"
Zhao Yanxi shrugged indifferently.
Wenjing felt ashamed after being told that, and lowered her head, not daring to look at her.
Hua Qing stepped forward and urged, "You still have the nerve to blame others? Didn't you want to go to the comic convention yourself? Everyone's waiting for you. Hurry up and change your clothes, get ready to go see the pandas."
Hua Yue said "Oh" and got up to walk into the guest room.
She took off her coat and opened her suitcase to find a clean outfit to change into, but suddenly stopped.
Someone opened her suitcase!?
Although she tried to cover it up and the zipper was zipped up properly, Hua Yue remembered it clearly.
She clearly scrambled the password before leaving the house, instead of using the current 0-0-0.
Hua Yue squatted down and opened her suitcase. The contents were arranged almost exactly as they had been before she left.
The Saber dress that was prepared for Hua Qing was still neatly folded in its original place, seemingly untouched, but many wrinkles were visibly added.
Hua Yue looked puzzled, reached out to touch it, then picked it up and sniffed it, her expression suddenly widening in surprise!
It's hot! And it still has a faint fragrance.
The crowds at the panda breeding base during the National Day holiday were more overwhelming than expected.
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The parking lot was packed, and a long queue formed at the entrance. Zhao Yanxi was as excited as if she had been injected with adrenaline.
"Quick, quick! Pandas! I want to see pandas!"
She pulled Wenjing forward, her long, misty purple ponytail swinging back and forth behind her head.
Wenjing was dragged along, staggering, still clutching the panda plush toy she had bought yesterday, her face beaming with the same excitement.
"Zhao Yanxi, can you slow down a bit?!"
Hua Yue had expended a lot of energy visiting the comic convention that morning, and now she simply couldn't keep up.
Hua Qing walked at the back, Ding Heng half a step behind her, his camera hanging around his neck, snapping photos idly.
Finally, we squeezed into the park.
Walking along the path shaded by bamboo groves, the first exhibit is for baby pandas.
The glass window was crowded with people. Zhao Yanxi, being tall, stood on tiptoe to look inside.
"I see it! I see it! There it is! The one perched in the tree!"
"Where! Where?"
Wenjing tried her best to stand on tiptoe, but her height of 158 cm was simply not enough.
She jumped twice, but still couldn't see.
"I'll do it."
In her moment of dejection, Ding Heng walked over and stood behind her, reaching out to support her waist and gently lifting her up.
Wenjing was lifted up.
"ah--!"
She exclaimed in surprise, and then her view suddenly opened up.
Inside the glass window, several fluffy panda cubs were lying on a wooden frame. Some were sleeping, and some were fighting. They were round and chubby, so cute that they melted people's hearts.
"I see it! The panda cubs are so cute!"
Wenjing shouted excitedly, her calves swaying gently.
Ding Heng exerted force again, and simply let Wenjing sit on his shoulders so he could see her all at once.
The tourists nearby turned their heads and whispered among themselves.
Wenjing blushed slightly, a secret joy welling up inside her.
However, she was more worried about Ding Heng getting tired, so after taking a few quick photos, she gestured, "Okay, okay, put me down now—"
Ding Heng put Wen Jing down, and Zhao Yanxi immediately rushed over, pouting and acting coquettishly, "Tsk, Brother Ding Heng, you're being unfair! I want some too!"
Ding Heng glanced at her: "No need, you have long legs."
Zhao Yanxi: "————"
Hua Yue gloated, laughing so hard she couldn't stand up straight.
The group continued walking inside, but there were just too many people during the National Day holiday, especially for some of the popular pandas. They had to queue for an hour to see them for three minutes, and they still might not be able to catch a glimpse of them.
I finally wandered around until 4:30 pm, barely getting a proper look at the pandas, but I did spend quite a bit of money at the panda-themed cultural and creative store.
On the way back, the driver was changed to Hua Qing, and Hua Yue sat in the passenger seat.
Ding Heng sat in the back row to rest, with Wen Jing and Zhao Yanxi on his left and right sides respectively.
Zhao Yanxi crossed her arms, radiating a resentful aura, still upset about Ding Heng's differential treatment earlier.
Ding Heng asked jokingly, "Are you still angry? Was it really necessary?"
Zhao Yanxi gave a soft hum, her eyes looking out the window, but her peripheral vision kept glancing at Ding Heng.
The car was quiet for a few minutes when Ding Heng suddenly felt something gently touching his calf. He looked down.
Zhao Yanxi had taken off her shoes and socks at some point, and her bare feet slowly rubbed against Ding Heng's ankle, her toes gently curling and teasing him intermittently.
Zhao Yanxi was still looking out the window, as if nothing had happened, with a slight smile on her lips.
Ding Heng didn't move, letting Zhao Yanxi's foot rub against his calf without giving any reaction.
But the lustful fire in his lower abdomen that morning was now gradually reignited by Zhao Yanxi's teasing.
After a while, Zhao Yanxi turned her head and stole a glance at Ding Heng.
Finding the man expressionless and unresponsive, she lost interest, put her shoes and socks back on, and kicked them forcefully!
The car continued driving, and after more than twenty minutes, we arrived at a Sichuan restaurant that we had booked in advance.
As everyone disembarked, Ding Heng was the last to fall, his inner fire growing ever stronger.
He took out his phone and opened Zhao Yanxi's chat window.
[Ding Heng]: Can you forgive me?
Ding Heng: [Picking nose]
【Lucky Zhao】: [Smug little cat.jpg]
[Ding Heng]: I have a way to make you feel better, do you want to know?
【Lucky Zhao】: What method?
[Ding Heng]: Come to my room tonight!