The Eldest Lady always wants to have a double O Relationship with her old enemy - Chapter 22

Helping Shen Jianxi take a bath.

That was something Tang Yanzhao had never dared to imagine.

Shen Jianxi, however, was lying comfortably in the bathtub, long hair spread out, watching Tang Yanzhao with a smile.

She suddenly regretted letting Aunt Zhou leave so quickly.

Shen Jianxi’s bright, catlike eyes brimmed with amusement as she pressed her fingers together and mischievously flicked water onto Tang Yanzhao.

Tang Yanzhao instinctively shut her eyes, wiped her face with the back of her hand, then opened them again—only daring to look at Shen Jianxi’s rosy cheeks.

“You wash yourself. I’ll wait here,” Tang Yanzhao said stiffly.

Shen Jianxi caught her hand. “You won’t help me?”

“It’s not appropriate.” Tang Yanzhao turned her eyes away as Shen Jianxi’s movement exposed even more water-dappled, pale skin.

“What’s not appropriate?”

“We… You’d better wash yourself.”

Shen Jianxi arched a brow. “You’re a girl, I’m a girl, you’re an omega, I’m an omega, you don’t hate me, I don’t hate you. Physically or mentally, there’s no obstacle. Since that’s the case, why won’t you?”

“…”

When it came to this kind of twisted logic, even Tang Yanzhao fell silent. In that pause, Shen Jianxi suddenly murmured, “Or is it that you actually have improper thoughts about me, and that’s why you can’t face me?”

“I do not.” Tang Yanzhao denied it instantly.

The corner of Shen Jianxi’s lips twitched. She would have loved that answer to be “yes.”

But right now, she knew she couldn’t push too fast. She could wait.

Wait until Tang Yanzhao spoke up herself.

She could wait.

“Then that settles it.” Shen Jianxi’s cheeks, flushed from the steam, glowed as she hooked her arm around Tang Yanzhao’s neck, pulling her closer. In a deliberately teasing tone, she whispered in her ear: “Help me wash, and I’ll reward you by letting you sleep with me tonight.”

“Shen Jianxi.” Tang Yanzhao felt her blood rushing faster, her heart thudding almost violently.

But Shen Jianxi didn’t let go. Her smooth, damp face rested against Tang Yanzhao as her voice dipped, low and husky: “Help me.”

She had been learning patience recently; minor pain was nothing to her now. Still, physically she couldn’t fully hide her discomfort, so she avoided Tang Yanzhao’s gaze and lowered her head to speak against her body.

Yet the sound carried an inexplicable note of temptation.

Tang Yanzhao glanced at her ears, red as dripping blood. “Are you still drunk?”

Without lifting her head, Shen Jianxi replied quickly, “Yes, still drunk.”

But her alcohol tolerance was so low that the little she’d drunk should have long since been metabolized—especially after soaking in water. The last trace of wine had probably vanished completely.

So, she was pretending.

And though Tang Yanzhao knew it, she didn’t dislike it.

On the contrary, she found it a little cute—just like that night Shen Jianxi squatted down and insisted softly that she had turned into a balloon.

Tang Yanzhao let out a soft chuckle, the sound slipping easily into Shen Jianxi’s ear pressed against her.

Caught, Shen Jianxi flushed with girlish shyness, but still tried to act composed. She nudged Tang Yanzhao’s collarbone with her forehead and said, self-righteously: “I’m the Shen family’s eldest daughter. What’s wrong with you helping me bathe?”

“Didn’t you just say otherwise?”

Referring to what Shen Jianxi had just denied in front of Shen Xiaoyin.

Shen Jianxi suddenly looked up. “Then can’t I be yours alone—”

Tang Yanzhao’s gaze flickered, her heartbeat hammering harder.

Time seemed to both freeze and race past. After a long while, Shen Jianxi added, “—eldest daughter?”

—

Even Tang Yanzhao herself didn’t know how the situation ended up this way. By the time she came to her senses, she had not only put on the bath mitt and washed Shen Jianxi herself, but also ended up lying beside her in bed, the mattress crowded with stuffed toys.

Shen Jianxi naturally burrowed into her arms, moving with practiced ease as though rehearsed, lifting Tang Yanzhao’s arm and tucking it behind her waist. Tilting her head, she said sweetly, “Zhaozhao, good night.”

Tang Yanzhao blinked but said nothing. Shen Jianxi didn’t press her, and soon fell asleep under the pull of drowsiness.

Tang Yanzhao looked down at the soft head nestled against her chest. The scent of shampoo lingered, drifting constantly into her nose.

For a moment she was taken back to that day she’d collapsed from heat and rain during her estrus, and Shen Jianxi had skipped class, braved the storm, climbed over the fence into her dorm just to bring her medicine and suppressants.

Clearly the pampered young lady, yet she had endured cuts and bruises for her, risked herself to save her, defended her, and helped her establish a footing in Rongqing.

Tang Yanzhao’s world had been barren, lifeless. After that rainy season, spring came, everything revived—and through that door she had always let in only one person: Shen Jianxi.

So even though she had been the one carrying Shen Jianxi home, taking care of a drunk, bathing her, and finally being “rewarded” by having to sleep beside her—

Looking at Shen Jianxi snuggling against her now, Tang Yanzhao couldn’t help thinking she had ended up the one at a loss.

The night wind rustled through the leaves. The moon slipped quietly into a cloud. Tang Yanzhao suddenly chuckled, closed her eyes, and let sleep take her.

So be it. If she lost out, she lost out. After all, Shen Jianxi was the eldest daughter.

—

The next morning, when Shen Jianxi woke, her hand brushed against something firm. She blinked her sleepy eyes open, lifting her head from Tang Yanzhao’s embrace, and said hoarsely, “Good morning.”

Tang Yanzhao’s gaze was clear—she had been awake for a while. With a muffled “Mm,” she replied, “Good morning.”

Shen Jianxi rubbed her hand against the fabric beneath it. Tang Yanzhao’s shirt had already ridden halfway up, and now inched even higher. Boldly, Shen Jianxi slipped her fingertip into the hollow of her spine, tracing the line with teasing precision, raising a shiver of ticklish sensation.

Tang Yanzhao’s alarm spiked. Instinctively she slapped down on the mischievous hand and barked a warning: “Don’t move.”

Shen Jianxi wiggled her wrist but found she couldn’t pull free. Her lips curved into a smile, her soft voice tinged with mock grievance: “Tang Yanzhao, you’re bullying me!”

She was bullying her?!

Who exactly was bullying whom here?

The culprit’s hand was still pressed against her back, caught red-handed, and yet Shen Jianxi was the one crying foul.

It was… so like her.

Tang Yanzhao’s temple pulsed. Clearing her throat, she shifted the topic: “Get up. Wash up.”

“Huh? There’s nothing to do today. It’s finally the weekend. Can’t we sleep in? Do you have to be so self-disciplined, Zhaozhao?”

Tang Yanzhao threw off the thin quilt, stood, and deliberately put space between them, along with the warmth they’d shared through the night.

“We’re going to the hospital for a check-up.”

Shen Jianxi wasn’t surprised. Yesterday, when Tang Yanzhao was taking her measurements, she had already guessed this would come. With her personality, once she said it, she would follow through.

Shen Jianxi flopped sideways onto the bed in mock defeat. Her arm knocked a little butter-bear plush off the bed, which bounced onto Tang Yanzhao’s knee before landing by her feet.

“I don’t want to go.”

Tang Yanzhao calmly picked up the plush, dusted it off, and set it neatly back on Shen Jianxi’s pillow. Then she took her wrist, and without another word, yanked her upright.

Because with Shen Jianxi’s temperament, whenever she said she didn’t want to, the only solution was for Tang Yanzhao to act.

Sure enough, Shen Jianxi instantly leaned into her, using the momentum to collapse against her, whining, “Mm… dizzy.”

Tang Yanzhao glanced at the empty bowl on the nightstand, her mind drifting to last night—when Shen Jianxi had threatened her with the sobering soup.

If she didn’t stay and keep her promise of sleeping together, then she wouldn’t drink it!

Honestly, wasn’t that pure banditry?

But the bowl was empty now. The fact she’d been outmaneuvered was already obvious.

Tang Yanzhao massaged her temple. “Really dizzy?”

Shen Jianxi burrowed into her chest, mumbling, “No… just hug me and it’ll be fine.”

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