Chapter 147: So What About Tenosynovitis?

“Does it still fit? Does it feel too loose?”

Xu Qingzhou knew that Xie An’s size was probably a bit smaller than hers, but she only had this kind of underwear.

If Xie An couldn’t wear it, there was nothing she could do.

Her original clothes were still wet and hadn’t dried yet.

But now, looking at her, Xie An seemed quite ample.

She had that pure yet seductive vibe.

Especially the way her small buns had turned into big ones—if Xu Qingzhou hadn’t known it was padded inside.

With that look, Xie An was many people’s ideal type.

She had such a pure appearance.

But her figure was amazing, especially that cleavage.

“It’s fine. You… you’re already this big now?”

Cough cough cough

Xu Qingzhou nearly spat out her water.

Did this woman know what she was saying?

Wasn’t that a bit too straightforward?

“Whether I’m big or not doesn’t seem to have anything to do with you, Dr. Xie.”

She had thought Xie An had changed from before, but now it felt about the same.

She still had that skill of embarrassing people the moment she opened her mouth.

“Oh.”

Xie An stopped talking and continued driving.

Sometimes, being a mute beauty was pretty good.

As long as she didn’t speak.

They arrived at the dubbing studio, and Xu Qingzhou walked in yawning.

Fu Yanxi had arrived early.

She was in the dubbing booth adjusting the equipment and clearing her throat.

There was also that veteran actor’s thermos cup.

So young, yet taking such good care of herself—she could definitely live to a hundred.

“Xi, you’re here pretty early?”

“I came ahead to familiarize myself, Dr. Xie.”

Fu Yanxi greeted her. That photo of their two hands from before had been wildly shipped on the forums.

They even had a CP.

And quite a few fans.

Especially since it was Fu Yanxi’s first time dubbing a bottom role. Just a teaser preview had gotten a great response.

Fans were clamoring every day to hear her bottom voice.

She was used to recording ambiguous scenes—a master of breathiness. Just her voice alone could make people blush.

“Mm, good morning.”

With just one glance, Fu Yanxi noticed that the clothes on Xie An weren’t her own.

Especially… her cleavage was about the same as Fu Yanxi’s.

When had it gotten so… big?

Should she ask her for some tips?

She felt like hers were a bit small too.

Not just Fu Yanxi noticed—even a few studio employees who had come to work thought something was off, but they didn’t dwell on it. They just assumed Dr. Xie had gotten a boob job.

Xu Qingzhou showed no embarrassment, acting as if nothing was wrong.

Xie An’s skin was thick too. If it were too thin, she never would have landed her wife.

When finding a wife, you couldn’t have thin skin. A bit thicker might lead to unexpected gains.

“Xi, your hand… tsk tsk tsk… Young people still need to show some restraint.”

Fu Yanxi had prepared herself to be teased by Xu Qingzhou today.

But she hadn’t expected it to come so quickly.

There were two patches on her right wrist.

And a strong herbal medicine smell.

That’s right—she had tenosynovitis.

Go ahead and laugh. She didn’t care anymore.

“This looks like tenosynovitis, right? Rest up properly these next few days. Don’t keep thinking about that stuff. To fry yourself into tenosynovitis at such a young age is quite the talent. But you’re really a bottom? I even thought Chengzi might be a top beast, bullying the most authoritative bottom voice in Bai Guang into tears.”

“Looks like it’s all just bubbles.”

Fu Yanxi: …

Sorry, but she really was a bottom.

The tenosynovitis wasn’t from cooking—it was from gaming.

Recently, Lin Ruocheng had wanted her to do some internal testing for a game, and last night she hadn’t slept much.

She’d played all night, and then…

The next day, she got the tenosynovitis combo meal.

Plus, she’d been a bit unrestrained lately.

So… it wasn’t surprising.

“Alright, alright, you two get in there. I’ll go watch over things.”

Seeing Xu Qingzhou grinning nonstop.

Fu Yanxi felt utterly mortified.

Wasn’t it normal for young people to lack restraint?

Hadn’t Xu Qingzhou ever done the same?

They entered the recording studio again, and Xie An was there too.

She pulled out her phone.

And sent her a photo of some ointment.

“This is really effective for tenosynovitis. I used it a lot when I was young. Apply it to the affected area, and it’ll be better in four or five days. Use a hot towel before bed to speed it up. She hasn’t had tenosynovitis before, so she doesn’t understand.”

Xie An understood Fu Yanxi’s plight well. She’d gotten tenosynovitis often when young.

Entirely from cooking.

Later, the young Xu Qingzhou couldn’t take it anymore and even talked to her about it.

“Thanks a lot, Doctor.”

“No problem. Just get along well with your girlfriend.”

“Mm.”

…

“So sleepy, so sleepy, I’m gonna die of sleepiness.”

Lin Ruocheng didn’t want to get up, didn’t want to go to class, didn’t want to do anything.

Summer already meant not getting enough sleep—who the hell invented 8 AM classes?

For a chronic riser like her, it was a huge ordeal.

“Chengzi, you have to get up. If you don’t, the dorm auntie will come soon. I’ve already squeezed the toothpaste for you. If you’re not careful, I’ll brush your teeth for you. Hurry and move.”

Song Wanqing kept urging her.

Lin Ruocheng reluctantly got out of bed.

They were both bottoms, so how was Song Wanqing so energetic every day, like she’d mainlined chicken blood?

While her own battery felt perpetually low.

Song Wanqing climbed onto her bed and mysteriously shoved a fruit into her mouth.

Seeing that Lin Ruocheng was too lazy even to chew.

No choice—she had to assist manually.

The next second…

Lin Ruocheng let out a miserable cry.

“Fuck! So sour! So bitter! What is this?”

“Sour oranges I bought specially.”

“You can’t spit it out. That would waste food.”

Song Wanqing’s words completely sealed Lin Ruocheng’s urge to spit.

In the end, she didn’t spit it out, furrowing her brows as she swallowed it.

It worked pretty well, though.

She was completely awake now.

Sour enough to make her drool.

Great, but no need to eat it again next time.

The rest could be mailed to her favorite little sister.

She was such a good sister—always thinking of her adorable little sister whenever she had something tasty.

Lin Shuyi would surely love it.

Lin Shuyi: …

Thanks, but no thanks…

This was her blood sister, definitely not picked up from the street.

“Thanks a lot.”

“No problem, no need to thank me.”

Song Wanqing responded goofily.

No wonder women in love were fools.

This one didn’t seem all that smart even without dating.

“That wasn’t a compliment.”

Lin Ruocheng carefully got out of bed, though her waist still hurt a bit.

She was even using patches now.

Lately, Fu Yanxi was on her period, but her desires in that area had ramped up.

Lin Ruocheng couldn’t flip the script as the servant singing praises.

She could only endure it passively. Even when Fu Yanxi was better, Lin Ruocheng might not overpower her.

But people still needed dreams—what was the difference from a salted fish otherwise?

God knew how thrilled she’d been that morning when Fu Yanxi tearfully complained about getting tenosynovitis?

If it was still there after she finished, Lin Ruocheng could finally fry her up.