My Girlfriend is a Cold and Aloof Sickly Beauty 170

Chapter 170: Xue Wife’s Private Radio

Seeing the comments, Jiang Xue was truly dumbfounded.

Especially the one about “Xiao Luo’s hands on the strings.” How… how could this fan’s imagination be so wild?!

She hadn’t expected to blush just from reading comments, her mind involuntarily replaying everything Xiao Luo had done to her.

The guqin music started again. Xiao Luo didn’t seem to be looking at the comments… it was best if she didn’t see those suggestive comments!

Jiang Xue, having just showered, splashed cold water on her face, took her textbooks for the new semester from the bookshelf, accompanied by the guqin music, and tried to calm down, starting her preview.

The sound of the guqin always had a calming effect, and reading textbooks related to traditional Chinese medicine added to the atmosphere.

An hour passed unknowingly, and when she heard Xiao Luo softly say, “That’s all for today’s practice livestream,” Jiang Xue’s attention immediately shifted.

“Due to my studies, I’ll probably be streaming around this time in the future. The content will be similar to tonight’s. I’ll make a separate announcement if I’m taking song requests.”

“I usually record new songs based on my mood. As for subscriber benefits… I’ll have to contact the studio for a list of songs I can’t play. Some songs aren’t allowed to be covered due to copyright issues, and I don’t want to put effort into playing a song only to have it taken down.”

“What am I doing after the stream? As you said, Xue Wife’s private radio. Then, goodnight.”

A few seconds after the livestream ended, Jiang Xue finally realized what Xiao Luo had just said.

Whose private radio?!

Just as she was reeling from the shock, a voice call from Xiao Luohan came.

Jiang Xue immediately answered, but her mind still hadn’t caught up, and she blurted out, “What did you just call me?”

“A term of endearment, following the fans,” Xiao Luohan’s voice, transmitted through the phone, sent shivers down her spine. “If you don’t like it, I won’t call you that next time.”

“I like it, I like it!” Jiang Xue hurriedly replied. “Although I’m not used to it, but… who wouldn’t want to be called ‘wife’ by their girlfriend?”

Hearing Xiao Luo’s laughter, so close yet so far, an hour or two away by car, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness.

Neither of them spoke for a while, then Xiao Luohan said, “I might not be able to sleep tonight.”

“Me neither…” Jiang Xue didn’t hide it. Even though they were only separated for one night, she missed Xiao Luo. “It’s so strange, how did we manage before?”

When Xiao Luo was still in the ancient world, they only communicated through the diary and dreams, each busy with their own things. It hadn’t seemed like they had to see and talk to each other every day.

“We were just pen pals and confidantes before, but now our relationship is closer, and we’re more important to each other,” Xiao Luohan said. “But it’s a problem if we can’t sleep when we’re apart. Do you want to try the popular ‘ASMR for sleep’ online?”

Jiang Xue: ?

“I’ve been wanting to ask, what kind of things do you usually browse?” she couldn’t help but ask. “Share them with me, I want to study and ‘work hard’ with you!”

Xiao Luohan didn’t reply verbally, but sent several links and video channel recommendations, all from the R18 section of legitimate domestic platforms.

“These are my usual ‘knowledge hubs’,” Xiao Luohan said. “Okay, you haven’t answered my question yet.”

Jiang Xue, of course, knew what “ASMR” referred to. Cang Ling would occasionally post related videos before bed, usually reading aloud.

“How do you want to try it?” she asked with interest.

“Using words to describe me doing something with you,” Xiao Luohan replied. “I think it’s called ‘verbal cosplay’? But I haven’t decided what to do with you yet.”

Her casual “do something with you” made the suggestive comments from those fans replay in Jiang Xue’s mind.

“Then… let’s do something,” she suggested softly.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Luohan understood and said in surprise, “Are you sure it won’t make it harder to sleep?”

“We’re already intimate often, and this is just talking, it shouldn’t be that effective,” Jiang Xue said, also intrigued. “Where do you… want to start?”

Remembering the warnings before some ASMR videos, Jiang Xue put on her wireless earphones.

“Let’s start with some foreplay,” Xiao Luohan said, her voice softening. “I want to start with your earlobe, your favorite spot for me to explore. You can feel a tingling sensation, like static electricity, spreading from there.”

“I’ll follow this sensation downwards, A-Xue’s neck is truly as white as snow, I’ll gently touch it with my lips, down to your collarbone, slowly tracing the curve…”

Jiang Xue’s face quickly flushed.

Although Xiao Luo’s hands weren’t on her, her words were like a caress against her ear.

As if her heart was being tickled by the softest feather, she composed herself and, following Xiao Luohan’s description, let her imagination run wild.

Xiao Luo’s voice was already pleasant to listen to, and when they were together, Jiang Xue loved it when she whispered in her ear. Now, transmitted through the phone, it was even more alluring.

At first, she just listened, then her breathing became uneven, and soon, she clutched the quilt, curling up tightly.

Xiao Luohan’s voice, however, gradually softened, with a hint of laughter—she seemed to have happily drifted off to sleep during her description.

But Jiang Xue was truly wide awake now.

She softly called out “Xiao Luo” a few times, but receiving no response, she got out of bed and grabbed her little dolphin from the sink.

Seeing Xiao Luo’s dolphin, she couldn’t help but think: what if Xiao Luo also encountered the same situation, but didn’t have a dolphin?

Most of the things they had bought last time were at the new apartment, and Xiao Luo hadn’t taken them with her.

…Should she send some over? Or was it more convenient to just buy new ones online for Xiao Luo?

As Jiang Xue pondered, she used the dolphin to expend her excess energy.

Around midnight, yawning, she soaked the pad in the basin, washed the dolphin and her hands, and then went to bed.

The voice call hadn’t been disconnected. The next morning, Jiang Xue was even woken up by Xiao Luohan.

“How was the sleep aid last night?”

And the first thing she heard upon opening her eyes was the question she dreaded most.

“My dolphin got a workout!” Jiang Xue muttered softly, burying her face in her pillow.

Xiao Luohan seemed stunned for a few seconds. “How could that be…”

“I got into character,” Jiang Xue said, still sleepy.

She had genuinely felt a little aggrieved last night.

“Then… should I come over and see you on Wednesday?” Xiao Luohan asked tentatively. “Professor Yan has something to do and won’t be home. Last night’s practice livestream was very efficient, so I should be able to finish my tasks early.”

Wednesday was also the day for club recruitment at N University, which Jiang Xue had just mentioned during the weekend.

Jiang Xue immediately jumped out of bed.

It was still military training, but she also felt it necessary to focus on her preview for Wednesday’s meeting, so instead of bringing her easel to school for sketching, she took notes on her tablet.

Shu Cheng, her new classmate who was also resting, initially thought she was drawing in a different way, but then she heard her muttering formulas for prescriptions and was shocked. “You’re already reviewing?!”

“Yes, after all, this major requires a lot of memorization, so it’s always good to start early,” Jiang Xue nodded, then asked tentatively, “Did you just say ‘also’?”

Shu Cheng looked around, then embarrassedly showed her the content on her phone.

The two top students exchanged a look, feeling that they had found another common topic.

On Wednesday, during the club recruitment fair, the instructors gave the freshmen half a day off to relax.

Jiang Xue’s reputation as a sketcher with an easel and drawing board had already reached the president of the sketching club. Although they had learned that she was from the Traditional Chinese Medicine department, whose students were notoriously busy and unlikely to join clubs, they still hoped to see her at their booth.

And Jiang Xue did come—hand in hand with a quiet and elegant girl.

“Shu Cheng likes drawing, she told me after asking around. N University has many art-related clubs. The sketching club focuses on pencil, charcoal, and pen drawings, while the traditional Chinese painting club should be more suited to your style,” Jiang Xue said, leading Xiao Luohan to the sketching club’s booth. “This club doesn’t have many group activities, many of the members are socially anxious offline, but they’re quite active online, in one-on-one discussions or group chats. If you’re interested, you can even join their group chat now.”

The vice president of the sketching club, who was on duty today, was about to say that their club also had many “social butterflies” and could organize group activities when she saw Xiao Luohan’s face and exclaimed, “Xiao Luo and Xue Wife!!”

What luck! She had actually met them in person!!

Jiang Xue: ???

Being called “wife” in person was a little strange, and she hadn’t expected to meet someone who watched Xiao Luo’s livestreams at N University so soon. She was stunned.

The vice president, forgetting about recruiting new members, looked at them with sparkling eyes. “So, that night, you two were actually studying separately? After the stream, it wasn’t a private radio session, but cuddling in person?”

Jiang Xue: …

Blushing, she pulled Xiao Luohan away.

Perhaps realizing she had overstepped, the vice president didn’t follow.

Xiao Luohan followed Jiang Xue as they “escaped” to the nearby gymnasium. After stopping, she took out an unopened black mask from her bag and quickly put it on.

“You even prepared this?” Jiang Xue was surprised again.

“Yin Jiejie said it’s best to always carry a mask, and she’ll even introduce me to a shop that sells sunglasses if needed,” Xiao Luohan replied seriously. “Not all fans are rational and normal, so it’s better to be disguised to avoid trouble.”

Recalling the booth staff’s reaction earlier, Jiang Xue also felt that this was a good idea.

“Then I’ll also wear one,” she said. “After all, we both showed our faces in the vlog. Those who recognize you might also recognize me.”

She was a medical student anyway. No one would find it strange for a medical student to wear a mask, let alone a full lab coat and gloves, on campus.