The Yandere Queen's Manual for Training Her Wife - Chapter 28

By now, it was nearly dawn. The rain outside had finally stopped. Xia Mingtang leaned against the headboard, listening to the soft patter of water from the shower in the bathroom, her fingers aimlessly scribbling on the freshly changed bedsheets.

Qin Yan seemed to have just gone out and come back safely, as simple as that.

Yet, Xia Mingtang felt a dense fog in her mind, a feeling she didn’t like at all—like seeing flowers through mist.

She was usually curious about everything, but at this moment, she unexpectedly understood limits.

Some things, once crossed, cannot be undone.

Frustrating!

Anyway, the person was still alive and well.

Xia Mingtang’s mind was in turmoil, and the neat new sheets were soon scribbled into a mess.

Looking at the ugly patterns she had made, her mood worsened.

The shower stopped, and not long after, Qin Yan emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a high-necked robe, her long hair still wet.

Xia Mingtang frowned. “Do you really need to wash your hair twice a day?”

Does this person have OCD?

“I got wet in the rain, it dries quickly anyway.”

Qin Yan grabbed a hairdryer and sat on the sofa by the bed to dry her hair.

Xia Mingtang leaned against the headboard, the sound of the wind in her ears, pretending to focus on a game on her phone.

In fact, the phone didn’t have any real games—just the default “Match Three” game. Matching same-colored blocks to clear them, a hundred levels in total, perfect for killing time.

She had reached level eleven before and now continued from where she left off.

Her eyes were glued to the screen, but her ears stayed alert to nearby movements.

The hairdryer’s speed changed from medium to high, then back to medium.

Qin Yan’s hair seemed very smooth; she combed while drying without any trouble.

Finally, the dryer stopped, the sound of footsteps followed as she walked over, then the dryer was set aside.

Xia Mingtang withdrew her gaze, staring at the screen.

Damn! How did I die on this level?!

Qin Yan had already stood beside her, glanced at the screen, and met Xia Mingtang’s eyes with a mischievous smile.

Without saying a word, Xia Mingtang felt mocked—mocked for being bad at the game!

Annoyed and embarrassed, she retorted, “What are you laughing at? This level’s hard, and you’d fail too!”

“Wanna try?” Qin Yan reached for the phone.

Grumbling, Xia Mingtang handed over the phone. Qin Yan held it with one hand while her fingers swiped skillfully across the screen, calm and composed—a true expert.

Xia Mingtang craned her neck to watch. Whenever five same-colored blocks were about to line up, Qin Yan’s fingers slipped, slightly off-target or crooked.

She failed even faster than Xia Mingtang had.

Xia Mingtang felt vindicated. “See? I told you it’s hard.”

She took back her phone. “I just messed up earlier. Let me show you properly.”

She pressed “Start,” now being watched, her competitive spirit spiked tenfold.

As level eleven out of a hundred, the designers hadn’t intended to make it difficult.

With rapid, precise moves, Xia Mingtang cleared it in less than three minutes.

She proudly showed Qin Yan the “level cleared” screen.

Qin Yan praised her sincerely, “That was tough, and you only needed two tries. Amazing, Tangtang.”

Her mood brightened instantly—praise like this, and hearing Qin Yan call her “Tangtang” in that clear, refreshing voice, was much better than “Xiaohua.”

Xia Mingtang smiled faintly, humbly saying, “It’s not that hard. You just don’t play much. With practice, you’ll catch up.”

Qin Yan responded modestly, “Then I’ll have to learn from you more in the future.”

They didn’t discuss the game further. Qin Yan lifted a corner of the blanket and sat on the bed.

“Going to sleep now?”

A simple question, yet Xia Mingtang was troubled. They had just slept a few hours ago. How could it be so frequent?

She hesitated, stammering, “So late… do we… really sleep now?”

“It’s this late. We can’t stay up all night, can we?” Qin Yan tucked her hair behind her shoulder. After removing her makeup, she looked even purer than usual.

“Stay up all night?”

Hearing this, Xia Mingtang’s calves trembled, and her face flushed red instantly.

“You pervert!”

Qin Yan looked innocent. Seeing the little fox so indignant, she finally realized, trying not to laugh, and explained kindly, “I’m just tired.”

Xia Mingtang: …

So the pervert is me.

“Tired, huh… then let’s sleep.”

After this misunderstanding, Xia Mingtang moved toward the bed, laughing it off.

Qin Yan didn’t tease her further, turned off the bedside lamp, and lay down.

Xia Mingtang occupied a small half of the bed, unusually well-behaved.

Not long ago, they had tangled all over this bed, but now, lying down, it felt like two schoolkids sitting at their own desks, separated by an invisible line, obeying boundaries.

Qin Yan was genuinely tired. Within minutes, her breathing became even and light.

Darkness took away sight but sharpened hearing, smell, and touch.

Even sleeping, Qin Yan exuded a continuous presence.

A faint floral scent floated in the air. Xia Mingtang thought she could grow some calendulas once she returned home.

Her fingers wandered restlessly, trying to cross the “line.”

The person opposite slept soundly, unaware.

Her fingers brushed the smooth silk of Qin Yan’s robe, still warm from her body.

Xia Mingtang stopped. She realized her behavior was a little rogue-like, though initially, she just felt restless.

After a good nap in the afternoon, she wasn’t sleepy even past midnight.

When alone, she often surfed the internet until two or three a.m.

Living with someone else was very different.

But Qin Yan truly seemed exhausted. Xia Mingtang didn’t want to wake her.

She counted sheep in her head. At the fifteenth, she changed position; at the twenty-eighth, she lay prone. She twisted all night, eventually dizzying herself into sleep.

Xia Mingtang woke up in the morning sprawled out like a little turtle.

Her limbs felt weak, and she struggled to flip over, failing.

Qin Yan had finished her morning routine and was lying on her side, watching the little “turtle” try to flip.

The little turtle raised its front paws slightly, tilted its body, then “plop,” fell back. Repeat.

“Pfft.” Qin Yan usually wouldn’t laugh out loud, unless she couldn’t help it.

Hearing her, Xia Mingtang realized someone was beside her. She opened her eyes fully and looked at the person mocking her.

Still lying sideways, her neck turned ninety degrees on the pillow, she resembled a crooked little turtle.

“Pffft!” Qin Yan covered her mouth, laughing more visibly.

Xia Mingtang glared, “Laugh again, I’ll bite you!”

Her small face buried in the pillow, strands of hair scattered across her naturally delicate face, making her threat seem powerless.

Qin Yan rolled up her sleeve, reaching toward the little turtle’s mouth.

Xia Mingtang bit down, but because of the twisted neck, she ended up hurting herself.

“Ugh~”

Crying instantly, she blamed Qin Yan through tears, “It hurts, all your fault!”

“Neck twisted? Let me massage it.” Qin Yan’s fingers found the tense muscle on her shoulder. Even gentle pressure made the little fox cry out.

“Here it is.” Qin Yan massaged evenly, one hand soothing the neck, the other holding the struggling little fox to prevent escape.

Sounds of screeching filled the third-floor room.

As the cries faded, Qin Yan eased her pressure.

“Try turning your neck now.”

Xia Mingtang did. It was no longer twisted, but that didn’t mean she would thank Qin Yan.

The little brat had been mocked early, then hurt, and now had to endure forced massages—infuriating!

Her anger grew, and she bit Qin Yan’s arm hard.

“Eeek~”

Qin Yan hadn’t expected it. The initial pain passed in a second, leaving her unharmed.

Xia Mingtang bit with force but not deeply, back and forth, leaving traces.

Oddly, instead of hurting, Qin Yan felt ticklish.

One hand skillfully explored the edge of the little fox’s robe, brushing against softness…

Xia Mingtang: !

“What tactic is this?!”

She let go immediately, flung Qin Yan’s arm away, and stepped back, “Who allowed you to touch me this early!”

“You use your mouth, I use my hands. Isn’t it fair?” Qin Yan smiled, reasoning like always.

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