You Must Be Good 72p1

Chapter 72 p1

All of Qiao Xiaoxiao’s courage in this life was probably used on her sister.

After she took a shower, she got into Chu Xinrou’s bed naked.

“You didn’t dry your hair again,” Chu Xinrou, who had come in later, shook her head with a doting expression, her gaze falling on the lump in the bed. Only Qiao Xiaoxiao’s eyes were visible above the edge of the blanket, shining with a strange light under the warm yellow bedside lamp.

Chu Xinrou didn’t think much of it. She walked to the bedside and habitually reached out to lift the blanket. This kind of interaction between them was too common.

“Xiaoxiao?” When her fingers touched the corner of the blanket, she suddenly sensed something was off.

The figure under the blanket was trembling slightly, and Qiao Xiaoxiao’s face was turning red at a visible speed, from her forehead all the way to her neck.

Chu Xinrou tilted her head in confusion. The cold air from the air conditioner swept over the back of her neck, bringing an inexplicable shiver.

“What’s wrong? Are you running a fever?” She subconsciously reached out to touch Qiao Xiaoxiao’s forehead but was startled by the abnormal temperature the moment she touched her skin.

Qiao Xiaoxiao took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind. She slowly sat up, and the blanket slid down her body’s curves.

Chu Xinrou’s breathing stopped.

The moonlight streamed in through the gap in the half-drawn curtains, plating the scene before her in a silver-blue halo.

Qiao Xiaoxiao’s body was completely exposed to the air, like an uncut piece of suet jade, exuding a soft luster in the dim room. Although her face was tanned a healthy wheat color from her outdoor work in Guangdong, the parts of her body protected by her clothes were so fair they were almost transparent. The hollows of her collarbones cast a faint shadow, and the curve of her chest rose and fell slightly with her breathing.

Although they were usually close, this was the first time they had seen each other so “frankly.”

Chu Xinrou’s ears were a little red, her gaze flickering. “Why aren’t you wearing pajamas?”

Qiao Xiaoxiao’s lie came out easily. “I only have two pairs, and they’re both in the wash…”

“Is that so?”

Chu Xinrou’s tone was clearly a little shaky. Qiao Xiaoxiao’s wet eyes were like a net, tightly hooking her sister.

Chu Xinrou walked to the closet, took out her own pajamas, and handed them to Qiao Xiaoxiao, not looking her in the eye. “Hurry up and put them on. Don’t catch a cold.”

Qiao Xiaoxiao: …

She looked at the pajamas, then at her sister.

Qiao Xiaoxiao made a final struggle. “Then what will you wear?”

As if by magic, Chu Xinrou took out a T-shirt of Qiao Xiaoxiao’s from the closet. “I’ll wear this.”

Qiao Xiaoxiao was now eight centimeters taller than her. When Chu Xinrou put on her short-sleeved shirt, the hem barely covered the top of her thighs.

Chu Xinrou’s fingers had just touched the buttons of her pajamas when they stopped. Her fingertips gently stroked the buttons a couple of times, but in the end, she still hugged her clothes and hid in the bathroom.

The moment the bathroom door closed, Qiao Xiaoxiao immediately pounced on her sister’s lace pajamas. The silky smooth fabric clung to her skin, carrying Chu Xinrou’s unique faint jasmine scent. She buried her face deep in the collar, her breath full of her sister’s scent.

When the bathroom door opened again, Qiao Xiaoxiao’s breath hitched. The same lace pajamas, when worn by Chu Xinrou, had a completely different charm—the overly short hem made her long, slender legs faintly visible, and the ill-fitting neckline was slightly open, revealing the exquisite lines of her collarbones.

Water droplets slid down the ends of her wet hair, glinting in the light.

Qiao Xiaoxiao unconsciously clutched her sleeves, her throat tightening.

She knew that what she longed for was not just the scent on these pajamas, but the person wearing them.

While blow-drying her hair, Chu Xinrou was a little silent. She didn’t know if it was because she was sleepy or something else. Qiao Xiaoxiao was the same as always. The moment she was enveloped in her sister’s scent, she would feel drowsy and want to sleep.

When the lights were turned off.

The room was filled with a sweet fragrance.

Qiao Xiaoxiao, who had been restless, let out a yawn, turned over, and very skillfully curled up in Chu Xinrou’s embrace.

The current Chu Xinrou could no longer hold her in her arms like when Xiaoxiao was a child, but Xiaoxiao was still used to curling up her long arms and legs and shrinking into Chu Xinrou’s embrace.

She fell asleep quickly.

Her breathing was light and shallow.

But Chu Xinrou was awake for a long, long time.

She stared at the ceiling in a daze for a long time.

Seeing that Qiao Xiaoxiao was sound asleep, she slowly got up and went to the next room.

Xiaoxiao’s bed board was indeed broken. She didn’t know where that child Nuonuo had gotten so much strength.

Chu Xinrou opened the closet again and looked at Xiaoxiao’s clothes. Her pajamas were indeed gone. She went to the living room again and saw the freshly washed pajamas hanging there, dripping.

What kind of person was Xiaoxiao, how delicate were her thoughts.

How could she not be on guard?

Looking at the two pairs of pajamas that were indeed both washed, the breath in Chu Xinrou’s heart finally came out. She returned to the room, sat on the edge of the bed, and stared at the sleeping Xiaoxiao for a while, then shook her head and smiled helplessly.

What was she thinking?

How could she suspect Xiaoxiao?

It was just a girl’s shyness. Could she have done it on purpose? She had been shy like this when she was a child, and she hadn’t thought much of it.

After finishing her psychological construction, Chu Xinrou lifted the blanket and got in. Just as she had lain down, the sleeping Xiaoxiao, as if she could sense a heat source, turned over and curled up in her embrace.

Chu Xinrou hugged her and looked at Qiao Xiaoxiao’s sleeping face. She then thought of the sight of her naked body just now, and her face grew a little hot.

Her Xiaoxiao had really grown up.

She had developed so well, so beautifully.

The next day, the moment Qiao Xiaoxiao got up, she was pulled into a corner by the free-loading Yang Feitang. “How was it?”

Qiao Xiaoxiao had slept soundly and was refreshed. “How was what?”

These few days in Guangdong, she had probably been thinking too much, or maybe she had been too busy, and she couldn’t sleep at all.

Last night, in her sister’s arms, she had slept so soundly. The only regret was that at night, she seemed to have had a nightmare.

She couldn’t remember the specific details of the dream, only vaguely remembering a pair of eyes.

They were eyes full of sadness and tears, very much like Chu Xinrou’s. She had just looked at her, not saying a word, but the disappointment within was something Xiaoxiao had read clearly.

Qiao Xiaoxiao shook her head. She must have been overthinking it.

Yang Feitang was an experienced person. Seeing Qiao Xiaoxiao like this, she knew that there had been no progress. She wasn’t in a hurry either. “Well, if it’s slow, then it’s slow. At least you’re in the same bed, right?”

Qiao Xiaoxiao was a little disappointed. “I saw my sister holding me, just like when I was a child. There was no fluctuation at all.”

“That’s not it.”

Yang Feitang stroked her chin and stared at Chu Xinrou, who was grinding coffee in the room. “Why do I always feel that something is off with her?”

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