60: Chapter 60 The Queen and the Fairy

On the left, Wen Yulan leaned against him. Wang Yang gently supported her waist, afraid she would get tired from leaning for too long. Through her thin knitted dress, he could feel her warm body temperature.

Wen Yulan's body trembled slightly, and she said softly, "Little Yang, I can do it myself, you don't need to support me."

Wang Yang looked down at her. "Hmm? You're pregnant. Your waist will get sore if you lean for too long, so I'll support you a bit."

Wen Yulan blushed deeply, feeling a bit embarrassed. "I'm fine, I'm not that delicate..."

Wang Yang smiled. "Be obedient, don't be stubborn."

On the right, Chen Xuemiao was quite proactive. She leaned over and kissed Wang Yang on the cheek, making a crisp "mwah" sound. "Brother Yang, you're biased."

Wang Yang raised an eyebrow. "How am I biased?"

Chen Xuemiao pouted and pointed to his hand on Wen Yulan. "You only support Sister Wen and don't support me. My waist is also sore from sitting for so long."

Wang Yang laughed and reached out to rub her head. "Alright, alright, I'll support you too, is that okay?"

He reached out and gently wrapped his arm around Chen Xuemiao's shoulder, pulling her into his embrace as well. Chen Xuemiao was satisfied then, leaning against his other shoulder, her fingers lightly drawing circles on his chest as she acted coquettishly.

Wang Yang supported Wen Yulan on his left and held Chen Xuemiao on his right. With both women leaning in his arms, they were blushing more than the other.

Wen Yulan, being supported by him, felt a bit shy and leaned on his shoulder. She breathed softly; she had been so absorbed in the movie that she hadn't noticed her fatigue.

Chen Xuemiao, on the other hand, was becoming increasingly clingy. Leaning in his arms, she chattered away about the movie's plot. The room was warm, and the atmosphere was very cozy.

Wang Yang's gaze landed on Wen Yulan's legs. Her black stockings had accidentally snagged and tore near her thigh. He whispered, "Sister Yulan, your stockings are torn. I'll buy you some new pairs later, the kind that don't tear easily."

Wen Yulan was stunned for a moment, looked down, and blushed even more. "Ah, I accidentally snagged them while walking earlier. It's fine, I can buy them myself."

Just as Wang Yang was about to speak, Chen Xuemiao suddenly spoke up. "Brother Yang."

Wang Yang looked at her. Chen Xuemiao smiled slyly, her eyes sparkling. "Wait a moment, we're going to take a shower. We got a bit sweaty when we went out earlier, and it feels sticky."

Wang Yang was stunned. "A shower?"

Chen Xuemiao nodded and stood up from his embrace. The strap of her nightgown had slipped down to her shoulder, and she lazily pulled it back up. She reached out to pull Wen Yulan up. "Sister Wen, let's go take a shower together. I just happened to bring some new body wash, it smells so good."

Wen Yulan, blushing, was pulled up by her. The two stood together—one mature and gentle, the other young and playful—a pleasing sight to behold.

Walking to the door, Chen Xuemiao looked back at Wang Yang. "Brother Yang, watch some TV here by yourself. We'll be done soon, just wait for us."

After saying that, she pulled Wen Yulan into the bathroom and closed the door. Wang Yang sat on the bed, stunned for a few seconds. Then he smiled. Alright, he would wait.

...

The sound of splashing water came from the bathroom. Wang Yang leaned against the headboard, picked up his phone, and scrolled through it casually. He scrolled through a few cooking videos on Douyin, as well as some about New Year customs in his hometown; it was quite interesting.

But he swiped away after watching for a few moments. He was thinking about the two women inside, worried they might get tired from showering for too long.

He exited Douyin and checked WeChat. Zhao Yaqin had sent a message asking if he had arrived home. He replied, "Arrived, don't worry," and added, "Go to sleep early, don't wait for me. I'll come back once I'm done here."

Su Xincheng also sent a message, saying she missed him and asking when he would come over tomorrow. He replied, "Be good, I'll come see you tomorrow morning," and added a kiss emoji.

Chen Xuemiao's chat box was still at the top. The last message was a photo of a kitten in the neighborhood she sent last night, saying the cat was so cute. He clicked on it to take a look and then exited. He smiled and shook his head; this girl, she just loved these little cats and dogs.

Putting down his phone, he leaned on the bed, listening to the sound of water in the bathroom. Splash, splash. Occasionally, the voices of the two women were mixed in, though he couldn't hear what they were saying. But he could vaguely hear laughter; they must be chatting happily.

Wang Yang felt warm inside, thinking that after they finished showering, he would make them something to eat. They hadn't eaten dinner because they were watching the movie earlier, so they must be hungry.

...

He didn't know how much time had passed, but the sound of water stopped. The bathroom door opened a crack, and Chen Xuemiao's voice came out. "Brother Yang, close your eyes."

Wang Yang smiled. "I have to close my eyes? What kind of surprise are you planning?" "Yeah! Close them quickly! No peeking!" Wang Yang smiled and closed his eyes.

Soft footsteps and rustling sounds came to his ears. It sounded like someone was walking around, someone was drying their hair, and there were low voices.

"Sister Wen, your hair isn't dry yet. Let Brother Yang blow-dry it for you later." "I, I can dry it myself, no need to trouble him." "What trouble? He'd be happy to." "Really?" "Trust me!"

Wang Yang listened, the smile on his lips deepening. Then, Chen Xuemiao's voice sounded. "Alright, open your eyes."

Wang Yang opened his eyes. Then he was completely stunned. Two women were standing by the bed.

On the left, Wen Yulan was wearing a loose, off-white loungewear set. It was one he had bought for her; it was soft and comfortable. Her hair was draped down—long, straight, and black—still carrying damp moisture. It hung over her shoulders, making her skin appear even fairer. There was a faint blush on her face, the look of someone who had just finished showering. Her eyes were moist, looking gentle and clean.

Wen Yulan stood there, her fingers gripping the hem of her clothes, incredibly nervous. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyelashes trembled slightly; she was worried that her wet hair would wet the bed.

On the right, Chen Xuemiao was wearing a pink rabbit pajama set—a cute style with a little rabbit pattern printed on it. Her hair was tied into twin tails, still damp, hanging by her ears, making her look both pure and playful. There was a sly smile on her face, and her eyes were sparkling, like a little fox. She wore loose pajama pants, which were soft and looked very cute.

The two women stood together—one mature and gentle, the other pure and playful. One was soft and tender, the other mischievous and eccentric. One was like a gentle big sister, the other like a lively little sister. It was a pleasing and warm sight to behold.

Wang Yang's heart softened completely. Wen Yulan, feeling embarrassed by his gaze, lowered her head, her fingers gripping her hem. "Little Yang, don't look at me like that... I just showered, my hair is still wet, I'm afraid I'll wet your bed."