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Chapter 86 The Night is Long

Chapter 86 The Night is Long

Zhao Yanxi did not reply, and a quiet voice came from the front.

"Ding Heng, come and order!"

"They're here!"

Ding Heng responded, put away his phone, and quickened his pace.

Dinner was a lively affair, with the spicy and numbing Sichuan cuisine proving incredibly delicious to the girls.

Hua Yue stuffed Mao Xue Wang into her mouth while inhaling sharply, Wen Jing kept eating even though her eyes were watering from the spiciness, and even Hua Qing ate two extra bowls of rice.

Zhao Yanxi, however, was different from usual. She ate very politely, avoiding almost all spicy food, only occasionally picking up a couple of pieces of green vegetables and chewing them in small bites.

Wenjing noticed her best friend's unusual behavior and asked with concern, "Yanxi, why aren't you eating? Don't you have an appetite?"

"No, I just don't want to eat spicy food today."

Zhao Yanxi shook her head, her joy almost uncontrollable.

After the meal, the group drove around for a while.

The night view of the eastern suburbs, the fireworks in Yulin Fourth Lane, the novelty of the ghost market—these were the sights and sounds that drew many photos from the group of girls.

Around 10 o'clock, we returned to the guesthouse and washed up.

Zhao Yanxi was the last one to wash.

Hot water poured down from above washed away the day's fatigue.

She scrubbed herself clean, and the shampoo and shower gel were specially prepared in advance, with Ding Heng's favorite orange scent.

After washing and drying her hair, Zhao Yanxi put on her pajamas and returned to her side bedroom, where Wen Jing was lying on the bed playing on her phone.

The bed was against the wall on one side. Zhao Yanxi walked over casually and patted Wenjing's thigh: "Xiao Jingjing, go inside."

Wenjing didn't move: "You'll sleep inside from now on."

Zhao Yanxi was taken aback: "Why?"

"If you sleep outside, who knows what mischief you might sneak out in the middle of the night to do! I wouldn't even know."

"Is being quiet really necessary?"

"Absolutely necessary!"

Her usually quiet tone was unusually firm: "You almost succeeded today."

The usually naive and innocent little rabbit now looked serious, with an expression that seemed to say, "I see right through you."

Sigh! It's all the men's fault—

"Okay, okay, I'll sleep inside."

Zhao Yanxi resignedly climbed onto the bed, rolled over Wen Jing, and rolled to the side against the wall.

Turn off the lights.

"Good night."

"Good night."

In the darkness, the two best friends lay down.

Time passed second by second, and moonlight shone through the gaps in the curtains, casting a silvery ray on the floor.

At midnight, Zhao Yanxi opened her eyes on time and turned to look at her best friend beside her.

Wenjing's breathing was steady, and her eyelashes drooped gently, as if she were fast asleep.

Zhao Yanxi tried calling out softly twice.

"Little Jingjing?"

"Quiet?"

No response!?

Zhao Yanxi slowly sat up, gently lifting the blanket without making a sound.

She moved to the edge of the bed, her feet touching the floor, the cold tiles making her toes curl up.

But she didn't stop. She carefully went around the foot of the bed, went to the suitcase, took out a piece of clothing, and tiptoed towards the door.

Finally, Zhao Yanxi grasped the doorknob, preparing to gently press it down, when a soft voice came from behind her.

"Zhao Yanxi, where are you going?!"

The lights came on.

Zhao Yanxi froze on the spot, slowly turned her head, and forced a smile that looked more like a grimace: "I...I'm going to the restroom."

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Wenjing said irritably, "Who goes to the restroom carrying a piece of clothing?"

Zhao Yanxi stopped explaining, sighed deeply, and put the clothes back in her suitcase.

Then he obediently climbed back into bed, rolled to lie on his side against the wall, pulled the blanket over himself, and puffed out his cheeks in anger.

Wenjing sat cross-legged, looked at her best friend, and tried to say something to ease the atmosphere.

Suddenly, she spoke up out of the blue: "Yan hope, are you going to find Ding Heng?"

Zhao Yanxi rolled her eyes: "Nonsense."

Wenjing asked again, "What are you planning to do?"

Zhao Yanxi turned her head, her expression a mixture of amusement and exasperation: "Xiao Jingjing, can you stop trying to make conversation?"

What to do?

In the dead of night, what can a lone man and woman do?

Wenjing was speechless, her fingers gripping the corner of the blanket.

Of course she knew what Zhao Yanxi was going to do.

Suddenly, Wenjing realized that she had gone too far, interfering in other people's consensual affairs time and time again.

On what grounds?

Just because I met Ding Heng a little earlier?

Just because I also like Ding Heng?

But—she was also worried.

She was worried that after tonight, she and Zhao Yanxi would no longer be good friends, and she was even more worried that Ding Heng would be cold towards her.

"Yan hope".

"what?"

"Go ahead."

"ah!?"

Zhao Yanxi sprang to her feet: "You don't mind?"

Wen Jing raised her head to face Zhao Yanxi, her tone solemn: "I do mind, but I don't want to use our relationship to blackmail you or Ding Heng!"

Zhao Yanxi was speechless for a moment, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

She leaned forward and took Wenjing's hand.

"Wenjing, how about we go together?"

Wenjing stared in astonishment, making sure her best friend wasn't joking.

Then she began to hesitate, her thoughts swirling in her mind.

Let's go together.

three people.

She and him.

And her too.

Wenjing's face flushed, her heart pounded so hard it felt like it would burst out of her chest, but in the end she shook her head: "No, no."

Zhao Yanxi asked in bewilderment, "You don't want to?"

Wenjing shook her head again.

How could she possibly refuse?

Now, she is willing to do anything Ding Heng does for her.

But she simply couldn't bring herself to be as proactive as Zhao Yanxi.

Zhao Yanxi asked again, "Shall I go first?"

Wenjing nodded.

Zhao Yanxi threw off the covers and got out of bed, but turned back at the door.

"Did I really go?"

Wenjing nodded emphatically!

Zhao Yanxi took a deep breath, picked up the entire suitcase, and strode away.

She went into the master bedroom, intending to lock the door from the inside, but in the end she only pushed it gently, leaving a crack.

It also leaves room for someone to change their mind —

A dim bedside lamp was lit in the master bedroom.

The bed was made neatly, and the blankets hadn't been touched.

Ding Heng was not in bed.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom.

Zhao Yanxi stood by the bed, opened her suitcase, and took out the waterproof blanket to spread on the bed.

Then she squatted down and counted the clothes she had prepared in advance.

The clothes in the suitcase all shared similar characteristics: either they contained pitifully little fabric—just a few ropes and two pieces of cloth—or they were made of unusual or nearly transparent materials.

Ding Heng's voice rang out: "Yan hope?"

Zhao Yanxi stood up: "Brother Ding Heng, haven't you finished showering yet?"

"Okay, wait a little longer."

"Oh—okay."

Zhao Yanxi stood there, her heart starting to race.

She made countless bold attempts, flirting, teasing, and taking the initiative.

But even at this moment, I couldn't stop feeling nervous; my palms were sweating, and my breathing was erratic.

Mustering her courage, she looked towards the bathroom and asked, "Brother Ding Heng, would you like me to come in and scrub you?"

"OK."

Ding Heng did not hesitate for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, the bathroom door lock clicked softly.

Warm yellow light shone through the gaps, and with the misty steam, Zhao Yan could vaguely see the man's strong muscle lines.

Shoulders, chest, abs—water droplets slid down the skin.

She swallowed hard. "Brother Ding Heng, what clothes do you want me to change into?"

Ding Heng asked, "What have you prepared?"

Zhao Yanxi began reciting the names of the dishes.

"Black stockings JK uniform, white stockings school swimsuit, cat maid outfit, swimsuits of second-generation game characters, cosplay outfits, office lady secretary —"

"Don't hesitate, come in first. Tonight is still long, and there will be even more to come."

Ding Heng let out a soft chuckle.

"There will always be a chance to wear them all."

At three in the morning, Hua Qing woke up groggily.

When she opened her eyes, the room was pitch black. Beside her, Hua Yue was fast asleep, snoring softly, with a drool dripping from the corner of her mouth.

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Hua Qing quietly lifted the covers and got out of bed, stepping barefoot onto the cold floor as she walked out of the bedroom and into the living room.

She poured herself a glass of water and sipped it slowly when she suddenly heard intermittent sounds coming from the direction of the master bedroom.

Hua Qing froze, her water glass hovering in mid-air, her mind blank for a moment.

She pretended not to hear and planned to return to her room immediately after using the toilet, but unfortunately the bathroom was very close to the master bedroom.

The closer you get, the clearer the sound becomes!

The sight was so clear that it made Hua Qing's scalp tingle, and a surge of heat rose from the soles of her feet to her head.

Her feet wouldn't obey her commands, as if some kind of magic was driving her, making her approach step by step.

The master bedroom door was ajar, a crack letting in light, as if left there just for her.