Going home for Chinese New Year, I squeezed onto a bus with three energetic young women.

"Aaaaaah!!"

In the living room on the first floor, An Yaoyao stood there helplessly, going crazy.

"A bunch of shameless people!"

She was still immersed in the embarrassment caused by her parents and the complex emotions of Bai Li coming to her rescue.

As a result, this group of energetic young women dragged Bai Li away with just a few words.

After An Yaoyao finished her outburst, her chest heaved twice.

The living room fell completely silent.

She deflated, her shoulders slumped, and she murmured softly:

"Never mind, I'm going to wash up."

Ten minutes later.

An Yaoyao returned to her bedroom.

She walked to the bedside and reached out to untie the black and pink mine-themed dress.

The skirt slid down her thighs and fell onto the carpet, revealing her shapely curves.

She bent down and rummaged through the closet for pajamas to change into, completely covering her beautiful figure.

An Yaoyao turned off the main light, leaving only the bedside lamp on.

She threw back the covers and lay down on the bed.

She, who usually falls asleep the moment her head hits the pillow, was unable to calm down for a long time today.

She closed her eyes, but her mind kept wandering to the master bedroom on the second floor.

"They must have been making a huge ruckus in Bai Li's bedroom..."

An Yaoyao turned over and pulled the blanket up to cover half of her head.

The less you try to stop thinking about it, the stronger your curiosity becomes.

That cat-like scratching sensation spread through my heart.

Thinking of this, for some reason, An Yaoyao inexplicably threw off the covers and put her feet on the floor.

She tiptoed to the door, reached out and grasped the doorknob, gently pressing down to open the door a crack.

Despite being separated by two bedrooms, Bai Li's door didn't seem to be closed properly.

An Yaoyao tilted her head to the side, pressing her ear against the crack in the door.

The hallway was quiet, and she could faintly hear sounds coming from the master bedroom.

That was Jiang Ruyue's voice:

"A little bird built its nest in a tree, but a gust of wind blew it into the river."

"At this moment, a river god appeared. He held a golden nest in his left hand and a silver nest in his right, and asked the little bird which one was its nest."

"So, what would the honest bird say?"

An Yaoyao pressed her ear against the crack in the door, listening to this incomplete story.

Her mind was working very fast.

Considering the girls' usual behavior and Jiang Ruyue's incredibly clever thought process beneath her innocent face.

Without thinking, An Yaoyao blurted out:

"Grass nest!"

"No, it's chirping chirping!"

A woman's voice suddenly rang out outside An Yaoyao's door.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Qian's blue hair was pressed directly against the crack in the door.

An Yaoyao was startled and took a half step back.

Li Jiaxin also leaned half her body out from the side.

She had purple hair, crossed her arms, and wore an expression of anticipation.

"Don't just leave the nest in grass; little birds can't speak human language."

An Yaoyao looked at the two people standing outside the door with a shocked expression.

Her brain froze for two seconds before she immediately came to her senses.

"You...you were eavesdropping on me?!"

An Yaoyao pointed at them, her cheeks flushed red.

After saying that, she reached out and grabbed the doorknob, hurriedly trying to close the door.

Zhang Qian reacted quickly, sticking her foot out and wedging it in the door crack. Li Jiaxin reached out and grabbed the edge of the door. Together, they held the door shut to prevent her from closing it.

"What are you doing!"

An Yaoyao panicked and tried to push the door open with both hands, but it wouldn't budge.

"Didn't you think I was embarrassed enough just now?"

Her eyes widened, and her voice, tinged with a sob, betrayed her inner turmoil.

"Now you've overheard everything, are you satisfied now? Happy now? I will never forgive you!"

Zhang Qian pushed the door open with her shoulder, took a step forward, and entered An Yaoyao's room.

"snort."

Zhang Qian looked at An Yaoyao:

"Jiaxin and I are just worried about your physical and mental health, afraid that you might do something reckless late at night when you're alone."

"Bullshit! I'm not that vulgar!"

An Yaoyao retreated to the foot of the bed, clutching the hem of her pajamas with both hands.

She looked at Zhang Qian and Li Jiaxin, and retorted sarcastically:

"Besides, I bet you two wouldn't even be considered for a place in the Bai Li Sword Tournament, so you two just had nothing better to do and came out to pull this kind of pointless prank!"

"Cough cough."

Li Jiaxin's true colors have been exposed, but the "spirited young lady" is all about having a thick skin.

She quickly came up with something fun.

Li Jiaxin released her grip on the door, her playful smile vanished, and her expression became very serious.

"Whether you're vulgar or not, I have to tell you something..."

She stared into An Yaoyao's eyes, speaking slowly and deliberately:

"You can use your hands to replace a life on a star, but nothing can replace a hug."

After saying that, she leaned forward slightly and added in a low voice:

"It's so heartwarming and has a really healing effect."

An Yaoyao stood there, stunned.

She had prepared a whole host of insults, but they were all stuck in her throat.

These words struck at the heart of the matter, shattering her defenses and causing her to break down once again.

Because most people don't initially want to make love; they just want a hug...

I've only ever shown a little bit of concern.

After saying this extremely damaging thing, Zhang Qian and Li Jiaxin exchanged a glance, and without caring about the little landmine's current mental state, they turned around and walked out of the guest room toward the master bedroom.

An Yaoyao seemed lost in thought. She turned around and dragged her feet back to the bedside.

She even forgot to close the door.

An Yaoyao lay stiffly on the bed, her eyes fixed on the chandelier on the ceiling.

My mind was filled with what Zhang Qian and Li Jiaxin had just said.

Nothing can replace a hug.

It's very warm. It has a very healing effect.

Meanwhile, Bai Li's voice from the master bedroom at the end of the corridor kept reaching An Yaoyao's ears.

Jiang Ruyue's voice could be heard clearly:

"Big stallion! You're such a sweet, soft, and irresistibly cute solo hop!"

An Yaoyao grabbed the corners of the blanket on both sides of the pillow and covered her ears tightly, trying to make herself unable to hear.

She rolled halfway across the bed, muttering softly:

"How annoying..."

"He came to tell me all that, and then he made this commotion."

She had her eyes closed.

Ultimately, time and the intermittent sounds from the girls slowly eroded An Yaoyao's rationality.

But just then, Bai Li's hoarse voice came through:

"After a while, once this filming is finished..."

"Shall we get married?"

An Yaoyao stopped.

Her body stiffened, remaining motionless in the same position.

The confusion and allure in her mind vanished without a trace in that instant, replaced by a panic she herself didn't know why.

She sat up abruptly, staring wide-eyed at the door that wasn't fully closed.

The sound of "spicy strip" trembled:

"Wh...what..."

"They...they're getting married?!"