Join a Dating Reality Show with the Aloof, Fishing-Style Richest Man - Chapter 37.2

Then she silently lay down, thought for a moment, and said: “Should we swap sides? I want to sleep by the window.”

“Oh, sure!” Lu Zhao agreed readily. It wasn’t a big deal.

Upon hearing her agreement, instead of getting out of bed and walking around, Ji Zhaoxi tried to climb directly over Lu Zhao.

With both hands braced on either side of Lu Zhao and her legs straddling her, the hem of the nightgown lightly brushed against Lu Zhao’s legs. The fresh scent of oranges after a bath enveloped Lu Zhao.

Lu Zhao instinctively took a deep breath, but quickly realized the ambiguity of their current posture.

Lu Zhao felt a bit bitter. Was she practicing again? Practicing anytime, anywhere?

Fortunately, Ji Zhaoxi’s movements were quick. After crossing over, she lay down. Their arms accidentally brushed against each other; Ji Zhaoxi moved aside, and the sensation of touch vanished.

Instead, Lu Zhao felt her heart feel empty for a moment because of the distance.

It was strange, but she felt a mysterious sense of melancholy.

Lu Zhao rolled into the spot where Ji Zhaoxi had been lying. She could still feel a bit of the warmth Ji Zhaoxi had left behind, carrying her unique scent.

Lu Zhao buried her face slightly into the quilt; the scent became even more pronounced.

“I’m turning off the light?” Ji Zhaoxi asked.

“Okay.”

Lu Zhao closed her eyes, letting Ji Zhaoxi’s scent envelop her. She began to wonder: just who was it that could make Ji Zhaoxi lower herself to resort to seduction?

Thinking that she would use her appearance tonight to seduce someone else made Lu Zhao’s brow furrow; she felt uncomfortable.

How could that person be worthy?

Although Lu Zhao thought this, she also knew one thing clearly: no matter what outsiders thought, as long as Ji Zhaoxi chose that person, then in Ji Zhaoxi’s heart, that person was worthy.

Lu Zhao felt like she was becoming Ji Zhaoxi’s “stan” (die-hard fan). Hearing that she liked someone and was lowering her posture so much for them made her angry.

Angry that Ji Zhaoxi had such poor taste to like such a person, and even angrier that the person was blind enough not to see Ji Zhaoxi!

Meanwhile, on the other side, the corners of Ji Zhaoxi’s lips curled up slightly. When she turned over, she inconspicuously moved a bit closer to Lu Zhao.

The two of them lay in the same bed with their own thoughts, until Tangyuan slept between them, acting as a bridge.

In the first-floor bedroom, Xu Miaomiao looked at Zhou Jiayan, who was still standing in the room looking a bit constrained. Recalling Lu Zhao’s words, she gritted her teeth and forced herself to be steady, giving Zhou Jiayan a kind, understanding smile.

“Sister, I know you haven’t fully accepted me yet. So don’t worry—even though we’re sleeping in the same room, we’re filming a show right now, after all. I won’t actually do anything to you.”

Zhou Jiayan looked at her with a complicated expression. It was fine before she said that, but now it felt even weirder.

Did that mean if they weren’t filming, she would want to do something?

Zhou Jiayan sighed and started to say something, but Xu Miaomiao seemed to sense it first. She grabbed her change of clothes from the bedside and hopped toward the bathroom, wanting to shower.

“Slow down!” Zhou Jiayan quickly went forward to support her, completely forgetting what she was going to say.

In the moment she was being supported from behind, Xu Miaomiao smirked for a second before pretending nothing happened. “It’s fine! I’m very agile! And I’m young—even if I fall again, I’ll recover quickly!”

Zhou Jiayan’s face darkened. She gritted her teeth and said, “You better just shut up!”

Who on earth would curse themselves to fall again?

Xu Miaomiao sheepishly shut her mouth. Sensing the anger in her tone, she didn’t dare speak further.

Sometimes, although she was bold in her speech, she was still very afraid of her adoptive sister.

Afraid she’d be angry, afraid she’d ignore her.

Xu Miaomiao entered the bathroom. Because of her leg injury, she couldn’t stand for long to shower. There was a stool in the bathroom, so Xu Miaomiao sat down.

“Sister, can I ask you a favor?” Xu Miaomiao bit her lip, speaking somewhat shyly.

“What is it?” Zhou Jiayan, who was about to leave, stopped.

Xu Miaomiao peeked at Zhou Jiayan out of the corner of her eye and said tentatively, “My leg is injured, so it’s actually hard to take off my pants. Yesterday when I showered by myself, I almost fell off the chair trying to take them off.”

Zhou Jiayan’s brow immediately furrowed.

If she helped her take off her pants, she would inevitably have to take off the inner layer as well. Wouldn’t that mean seeing…

Seeing that Zhou Jiayan’s expression wasn’t quite right, Xu Miaomiao’s eyes drooped. She said in a hurt tone, “Sister, you never used to refuse me before. And you helped me bathe when we were little. Haven’t you seen everything there is to see already?”

Zhou Jiayan’s face was silent for a moment. She sighed. “Miaomiao, you’ve grown up. It’s not like when we were little.”

“Since you can’t treat me like you did when we were little, does that mean you’ve realized your own feelings are off? If you were truly indifferent, why would you be afraid to look at your sister’s body?” Xu Miaomiao couldn’t help but question her.

Zhou Jiayan’s expression changed. She was left speechless.

Seeing Zhou Jiayan like this, Xu Miaomiao couldn’t bear to push her too hard. She lowered her head and said gloomily, “Then go out. I can do it myself. I could do it yesterday, and I can do it today just the same.”

Zhou Jiayan was clearly torn. Looking at Xu Miaomiao’s dejected expression, her mind flashed back to the image of Xu Miaomiao as a little toddler, clinging to her leg and acting spoiled. Gritting her teeth, she finally stepped out.

Setting aside the debt of gratitude she owed her parents for raising her, Miaomiao was someone she had watched grow up. How could she harbor such “filthy” thoughts?

Watching Zhou Jiayan leave, Xu Miaomiao wrinkled her nose. Although she had expected this reaction, seeing it actually happen still made her heart ache with a twinge of bitterness.

Blockhead! What a total blockhead! When will she ever face her own heart?

Xu Miaomiao was fuming. As she undid her belt to take off her pants, she stood up on one leg to shimmy them down. After all, her leg was broken; no matter how much she usually claimed it didn’t matter because she was young, she didn’t dare actually put weight on the fractured limb.

Just as she planned to slip the fabric off the broken leg first, her left leg wobbled. Her entire body began to tilt to the side!

Fortunately, Xu Miaomiao was quick. She grabbed the sink just in time to avoid cracking her head open, but in the rush, her hand accidentally swept the items off the counter. A series of loud clatters and crashes echoed through the room.

“Miaomiao!” Outside, Zhou Jiayan obviously heard the noise and tried to rush in out of worry.

“Don’t come in!” Xu Miaomiao shouted through gritted teeth.

Zhou Jiayan froze in her tracks. Hearing Xu Miaomiao’s voice, her expression shifted several times.

Xu Miaomiao forced herself to stand steady, then sat back down on the chair. Looking at the mess on the floor, she suddenly felt like crying—and throwing a tantrum.

She knew her feelings for her adoptive sister were “impure,” and she knew she deserved this struggle for not being able to accept it, but she still felt hurt and miserable.

She had been pampered since childhood, after all. She had never faced this kind of grievance, so she naturally became a bit more “delicate” when dealing with it.

With tears welling in her eyes, Xu Miaomiao glanced at the door and finally called out, “Call my assistant, Xuxu, in here. Let her clean this up and then help me bathe!”

Upon hearing this, Zhou Jiayan merely frowned. She didn’t call Xuxu as requested. Instead, as if making a monumental decision, she pushed open the bathroom door with heavy steps. Immediately, she saw the girl sitting inside with reddened eyes.

Zhou Jiayan felt a sharp, needle-like prick in her heart. She stepped forward and knelt in front of Xu Miaomiao, reaching up to gently brush away the moisture from the corners of her eyes.

“Miaomiao, I’m sorry.”

It was her fault. She had made her sad again.

Sometimes, Zhou Jiayan felt as if she were split in two. On one hand, she was terrified of facing the fact that she might have “other” feelings for Xu Miaomiao and terrified of the disappointed looks from their parents. On the other hand, a voice inside her screamed wildly, wanting to respond to Xu Miaomiao.

She wanted to respond to her. She wanted to embrace her naturally when she lunged forward; she wanted to be kissed on the lips when the girl leaned in, and then open her mouth to accept her.

But she was ultimately a conflicted and hesitant person. It was her wavering indecision that repeatedly hurt the little girl she had always held in the palm of her hand.

Xu Miaomiao sniffled. “Why did you come in? Didn’t I say to get Xuxu?”

Zhou Jiayan didn’t answer. She lowered her head to pick up the bottles and jars from the floor, asking in a very soft voice, “Actually, I’ve never understood… what exactly do you like about me?”

Zhou Jiayan had always been puzzled by this. In her own eyes, she didn’t possess anything worth Xu Miaomiao’s affection.

Since she was a child, Xu Miaomiao had been optimistic and cheerful, chirping happily every day like a little sparrow, bringing joy to everyone.

But what about herself? She was taciturn and preferred to be alone. Compared to Miaomiao, she was like the opposite pole.

“Does liking someone need a reason?” Now that she had calmed down, Xu Miaomiao’s initial distress had faded, and she couldn’t help but mutter at the question.

“Doesn’t it?” Zhou Jiayan looked up at her, dazed.

Back then, she had liked the little toddler who followed her around chattering precisely because the girl always seemed so bright and radiant. This often made her feel that the world wasn’t actually that bad.

Once, her love for Xu Miaomiao had been conditional: she liked seeing Xu Miaomiao being that bright, cheerful girl.

But now…

Zhou Jiayan gazed at Xu Miaomiao. Now, she still hoped Xu Miaomiao would be bright and cheerful, but that was because she wanted her to be happy, not because she required her to be.

Xu Miaomiao curled her lip. “Anyway, I don’t know if there’s a reason or not. I just know I like you. I want you!”

“It’s not the ordinary love between sisters. It’s the kind of love where I want to kiss you and go to bed with you!”

Hearing this, Zhou Jiayan was momentarily speechless. She truly was as blunt as ever—so blunt it was almost overwhelming.

“Don’t… don’t you find it strange?” Zhou Jiayan frowned, sounding perplexed. “We grew up together. When we were little, you saw me as a sister and I saw you as a younger sister. How did it ever turn into this?”

How could one break through the psychological barrier of having someone you’ve always considered a sister suddenly become a lover?

Xu Miaomiao looked down and picked at her fingers. “Isn’t there a phrase called ‘being blinded by lust’?”

“Once in middle school, I went to your room to find you and happened to see you changing clothes.” At this point, Xu Miaomiao paused for a moment before continuing in a tiny voice, “Your body is so beautiful. I thought right then that it must feel really good to hold you, and I didn’t want anyone else to hold you.”

“Later that night, I had a dream. I dreamt that you were holding me, kissing me…”

Xu Miaomiao didn’t finish the rest, but anyone could guess what happened next.

Zhou Jiayan’s pupils dilated slightly. It started that early? And she hadn’t noticed at all back then?

So the reason Xu Miaomiao accepted it so calmly was that she had stopped seeing her simply as a sister since she was a child?

No wonder she had always been so worried about Zhou Jiayan dating and had clung to her so tightly…

Xu Miaomiao peeked at Zhou Jiayan’s face. Seeing that her expression was merely complex and not disgusted, she breathed a secret sigh of relief.

After all, fantasizing about one’s own sister since middle school was a bit too precocious—and perhaps a little “perverted.”

Zhou Jiayan’s mind was a mess. She was so overwhelmed that she didn’t know what to say for a moment. In the end, she silently helped Xu Miaomiao remove her clothes and pants, let Xu Miaomiao wash herself, and told her to call her back in to help her dress afterward.

Having finished this, her exit could almost be described as a “fleeing in panic.”

Watching her retreating back, Xu Miaomiao pouted and gave a soft “hmpf.”

Since she already knew she was a “lecherous girl,” there was no point in pretending to be pure anymore.

After finishing her bath, Xu Miaomiao called Zhou Jiayan back in, and she did indeed enter quickly.

However, though she came in, she didn’t dare let her gaze wander. With a tense face, she helped Xu Miaomiao put on her underwear and then assisted her with her nightgown.

But when it came to the nightgown, her expression became much more complicated. She felt as if the garment in her hands was burning hot.

It was a lace, hollow-out nightdress…

What on earth could a nightdress like this even cover?!

“This… this nightgown of yours…” Zhou Jiayan found herself unable to continue.

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