After a while, the two of them entered the bathroom to take a bath.

Jiang Shuyi raised her left hand, under the dim light, there were bite marks with traces of blood.

This was the mark left by Wen Yao's bite earlier.

It seemed that occasional laughter from the seaside and the sound of the wind moving the windows at the end of the corridor had put Wen Yao on edge. To prevent any sound from escaping, when Jiang Shuyi reached out her hand, Wen Yao bit her...

"Sorry."

Wen Yao watched her actions and apologized softly.

Usually, Wen Yao didn't like to make noise—even when she was home alone, she would hold back her sounds, let alone here...

But she had never bitten anyone before, this was the first time.

Jiang Shuyi withdrew her hand and patted Wen Yao's head. "It doesn't hurt as much as it looks."

Jiang Shuyi buried her face in Wen Yao's neck and cleverly whispered:

"Can I guess what you were thinking when you bit me..."

Jiang Shuyi's voice was radiant and full of charm.

"...What were you thinking?"

"You must have thought you really liked me, right?" Jiang Shuyi said confidently.

Wen Yao's lips parted slightly as if she wanted to say something, but before Wen Yao could respond, Jiang Shuyi softly whispered her own reason,

"You must have felt good, right?"

"Otherwise, you wouldn't have bitten me."

"Because if you didn't bite me, you would have made a noise, so you had to bite me..."

Jiang Shuyi felt like a meticulous detective as she spoke.

Wen Yao looked at the not-too-deep bite mark on Jiang Shuyi's skin and fell silent for a moment.

Jiang Shuyi hugged Wen Yao, "You like me too much, don't you?"

Seeing Wen Yao silent, Jiang Shuyi's face fell, "Why are you not talking again..."

She reached out and tickled Wen Yao's side. "Just say it—yes or no?"

Wen Yao, feeling a bit ticklish, turned her head slightly, trying to escape Jiang Shuyi's embrace.

"Don't be silly."

Jiang Shuyi pulled her back, gently tickling the spots that made Wen Yao squirm.

"Then tell me—do you really like that...?"

Wen Yao closed her eyes, frowning, and refused to speak.

Jiang Shuyi knew that tickling Wen Yao's waist and underarms was uncomfortable for her, but she wouldn't let go.

With a cheerful laugh, she continued to tickle Wen Yao, her breath brushing against Wen Yao's neck.

Wen Yao stifled her sounds, covering her eyes with her arm.

At that moment, it seemed like water droplets were falling onto the surface of the water.

The faucet had been turned off long ago, and Jiang Shuyi looked around in disbelief, thinking it might be a leak from the ceiling, but as she noticed Wen Yao's shoulders, she realized that Wen Yao was crying.

Jiang Shuyi suddenly panicked and stopped her hands. ". . ."

It was over.

". . ." Wen Yao's shoulders trembled slightly as she bit her lip.

Water droplets fell onto the surface again.

"I'm sorry." Jiang Shuyi quickly apologized.

Feeling flustered, she began patting Wen Yao's back, apologizing sincerely, "I'm sorry, I won't tickle you anymore, please don't cry."

Wen Yao shook her head, wrapping her arms around Jiang Shuyi's neck and closing her eyes against Jiang Shuyi's shoulder.

Jiang Shuyi sensed that she was sobbing, but how could she ask Wen Yao about it? Wen Yao wasn't saying anything.

---

Wen Yao looked at her reflection in the water, unsure of how to express her feelings at this moment.

She slightly parted her lips, feeling her emotions threatening to spill out uncontrollably...

When Jiang Shuyi tickled her, she couldn't help but want to laugh...

Not for physical reasons, but because of psychological ones.

Emotions, when they reach a certain point, will reach their peak.

She felt like she couldn't hold back her laughter, and she also wanted to say she liked her.

She experienced intense joy, mixed with the sadness, happiness, unbearable loneliness, and fear of the future that came with it.

Perhaps in her past life, she had never felt such complex emotions.

All of this was brought on by Jiang Shuyi.

The intense feelings made her want to immerse herself in them, but she struggled to swallow back that irrational impulse.

Yet, perhaps suppressing emotions is contrary to human nature.

The more one represses, the more one becomes aware.

And the more one is aware, the more one wants to let it out.

Thus, the more she suppressed, the sadder she felt, which is why she couldn't help but shed tears.

". . ." Wen Yao sobbed, resting her head on Jiang Shuyi's shoulder.

---

Seeing the normally composed Wen Yao in tears made Jiang Shuyi's heart feel complicated.

Wen Yao's tears were beautiful, evoking a sense of tranquility that made anyone who looked at her feel heartbroken.

"I'm sorry, Wen Yao, I'm sorry."

Jiang Shuyi leaned closer, affectionately licking Wen Yao's tears like a big dog.

When she tasted Wen Yao's tears, she found them bitter.

"I won't tickle you anymore in the future..."

Jiang Shuyi whispered softly, jotting this down in her little notebook of self-reflection.

She hadn't realized Wen Yao disliked being tickled so much, and she began to reflect on it.

Wen Yao wrapped her arms around Jiang Shuyi's neck and gently kissed the corner of Jiang Shuyi's mouth.

"I don't dislike it."

Jiang Shuyi looked into Wen Yao's eyes, feeling warmth at the back of her neck, and hugged Wen Yao tighter. "I really like you."

---

Zhou Jingtang and Song Jinxi returned to the villa.

Since eating out every day wasn't healthy, Zhou Jingtang and Song Jinxi went out in the morning to buy ingredients, planning to cook something for dinner.

When they came back, they found Wen Yao and Jiang Shuyi already in the kitchen cooking.

Although there were two of them, it was clear that Wen Yao was the one in charge, while Jiang Shuyi was just helping.

Song Jinxi placed her surfboard in the entryway and followed the scent to the kitchen.

"Why didn't you come play? I waited for so long."

She noticed something odd about their clothes, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

". . ." Wen Yao silently added a small spoonful of salt to the pot.

Jiang Shuyi stared at the chopped green onions in front of her and summarized, "I finished my homework late and got hungry, so Wen Yao said we should cook first."

"...Is that so?"

Song Jinxi's gaze landed on Jiang Shuyi's bandaged hand.

She blinked in suspicion, "What happened to your hand? Are you okay?"

"I accidentally cut it while chopping vegetables, but don't worry, I used your first aid kit."

Jiang Shuyi awkwardly moved the hand Wen Yao had bandaged for her to the side.

"Really? Be more careful."

Song Jinxi shrugged and walked up the stairs, not paying much attention to the open kitchen door.

Lin Qing, having changed her clothes, brushed past Song Jinxi and glanced at Jiang Shuyi, who was bringing out dishes from the kitchen.

Lin Qing thought it might be tiring for two people to prepare enough food for five, so she slowly made her way down the stairs to help.

---

In the kitchen.

"Taste this."

Wen Yao quietly scooped some sauce onto a small plate.

"Okay."

As soon as Jiang Shuyi heard "taste," she leaned on Wen Yao's shoulder, feeling extremely hungry.

However, the small dish only contained broth, and she looked at Wen Yao with disappointment.

"Put some meat in it..."

Wen Yao ignored her, knowing that if she gave Jiang Shuyi a piece of meat, there would be nothing left when the dish was served. So she simply handed the dish over.

Jiang Shuyi didn't even reach out to take it. She just leaned over and bit the edge of the plate. Wen Yao had no choice but to tilt the dish slightly.

"How is it?"

"Yum, it's delicious." In truth, all she could say was that it was delicious.

Wen Yao directly took a sip from the plate, "I think it's a bit salty."

"This taste is just right." Jiang Shuyi pecked at the corner of Wen Yao's mouth.

". . ."

Lin Qing, standing at the door, was stunned by the scene. She turned on her heel, intending to quietly retreat, but accidentally bumped into the kitchen door.

The door made a noise, and the two people at the counter turned to look at her in unison.

Jiang Shuyi's eyes widened like a hamster caught stealing.

While Wen Yao remained unfazed as usual.

". . ." Lin Qing turned and quietly walked out of the kitchen.

"I didn't see anything."

She emphasized.

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