Three Sentences That Made My Ex-Wife Spit Blood - Chapter 32

The room went quiet for three seconds. It felt like the air had disappeared.

Wen Huaxi quickly hid the joy in her eyes and leaned toward Yan Qinglan with a teasing tone.

“Sister Qing, come on. Didn’t you say you wanted to sleep with me? You’re not having second thoughts and planning to kick me out now, are you?”

Please do. Hurry and kick her out. She wanted to go back to her own room.

Yan Qinglan finally moved. “No, I’m not. Let’s go.”

Wen Huaxi looked a little disappointed and followed behind with small, slow steps.

But the moment she looked up, she smiled again.

She had thought Yan Qinglan was calm and composed. But she was walking out of sync, clearly flustered. That was something Wen Huaxi had rarely seen in either of her lifetimes.

She had used a mix of pressure and charm just to get into her room.

Now Yan Qinglan’s obsession with cleanliness was kicking in, and there was no backing out.

Just thinking about how Yan Qinglan must be fuming inside made Wen Huaxi feel incredibly satisfied.

She flipped her hair with amusement.

Yan Qinglan was definitely going to regret this decision.

Still, Wen Huaxi had to admit that Yan Qinglan had really paid attention to her hair. She took her time with it, even styling the curls properly while blow-drying.

That would save her time on styling tomorrow. Wen Huaxi started humming in a good mood.

It was still summer, and her pajamas were thin. Just a single layer of silk, with a low-cut camisole.

Only now did Yan Qinglan notice what she was wearing. Her breathing paused for a moment.

The thin fabric didn’t cover much. It only made her curves more noticeable. Even just standing there, her figure moved subtly with each breath, showing off lines that could easily stir someone’s imagination.

Yan Qinglan turned her head away on purpose and opened the closet, pretending to look for something.

Wen Huaxi kept her eyes on Yan Qinglan’s feet. Watching her misstep again made her want to laugh out loud.

They had already done so much together. Wen Huaxi didn’t mind if Yan Qinglan saw or even touched something by accident.

Seeing Yan Qinglan react so strongly only made her more playful. She leaned in from behind and gently pressed her body against her.

“What are you looking for?”

Yan Qinglan’s closet wasn’t packed. Most of the clothes were custom-made, in cool tones, just like her. Her style was quiet and restrained, but full of elegance and pride.

Because of her sister’s fashion company, Wen Huaxi recognized the brands at a glance. She quickly estimated the prices and secretly cursed this rich woman in her heart.

She admired the clothes for a moment, then glanced over to the empty half of the closet.

“Sister, since you have space here, can I store some of my extra clothes?”

“Your own closet isn’t big enough?” Yan Qinglan finally replied.

Her voice sounded weak and unsteady. She was clearly trying to stay calm.

The warmth against her back was distracting, and her mind kept drifting toward thoughts of Wen Huaxi.

Her lips were soft and sweet, like fresh fruit.

Her waist was slim and graceful, like polished jade, smooth and perfect to the touch.

And lower down, she didn’t even dare to imagine.

She couldn’t bring herself to ask why Wen Huaxi was standing so close, leaning against her.

This girl always said things like “we should keep a distance.” She couldn’t seriously want to sleep together, could she?

And she was still pregnant. No matter how she looked at it, that didn’t make sense.

Wen Huaxi noticed the blush spreading behind Yan Qinglan’s ears and felt very pleased with herself. She reached up and brushed her earlobe, then casually touched her neck as if it were nothing.

“There’s not enough space in my room. You don’t have to buy a new wardrobe for me. Since you’ve got room here and we’re already sleeping together, just let me use a little space.”

Yan Qinglan clenched the rope in her hand so tightly that she almost tore it. “Alright, I’ll let you.”

She bit her tongue, trying to stay grounded. The light touch behind her ears was making her mind spin.

“Thank you, Sister. I’ll move them in tomorrow night.” Wen Huaxi let go and stepped back.

Too bad Yan Qinglan was so good at holding it in. She didn’t even ask any questions.

If she had asked, Wen Huaxi would have said she was helping her get used to being close. After all, they were sleeping together.

Yan Qinglan stayed silent.

The moment Wen Huaxi stepped away, Yan Qinglan felt like she had been dropped into emptiness, falling deeper and deeper, caught between fear and loneliness.

But she couldn’t just reach out, grab her hand, and pull her into a hug. She couldn’t touch her smooth, warm skin again.

Her throat was dry. She looked over at Wen Huaxi, who was already sitting on the bed, playing with the blanket, and felt another rush of heat.

Watching her slender fingers brushing the fabric, she wished the blanket were her own shirt instead.

Wen Huaxi let go of the fabric, and Yan Qinglan forced herself to stop staring at those pale, delicate fingers.

That silk sleepwear was extremely thin. It clung to her skin like a second layer, close and intimate.

Yan Qinglan glanced down at her own clothes. She was still wearing a buttoned-up shirt and long pants. For a moment, she wondered what it would feel like to wear matching pajamas.

If she dressed like that, would Wen Huaxi look at her the same way?

At the core of all this unease, this anxious energy and loss of control, what exactly was she feeling?

“You’re not coming to bed?” Wen Huaxi was already lying down.

Yan Qinglan’s bed wasn’t specially chosen. It wasn’t as comfortable as her own. That was one point off.

The blanket wasn’t made for summer. It would definitely get too warm. Another point off.

Once she deducted ten points, she was definitely going to move back to her own room.

“I am,” Yan Qinglan answered. She closed her eyes and tried to think of work, documents, and the family’s power struggles. Anything to calm herself down.

She managed to regain control, but when she opened her eyes again and saw Wen Huaxi tucked into bed, her blanket pulled up neatly with just her feet poking out, she lost it all over again.

Yan Qinglan pinched herself hard. The pain grounded her, and when she saw a bit of blood, she finally stopped.

“Turn off the light. Hurry. I’m sleepy.” Wen Huaxi had already closed her eyes, showing no sign of nervousness anymore.

Yan Qinglan sighed softly. In the end, she couldn’t bring herself to tie this girl up just because of a few teasing words.

It was fine. If Wen Huaxi really disturbed her in the middle of the night, then she could tie her up later.

She turned off the light and lay down on the bed she had always known.

But peace didn’t come.

This had been her bed ever since she was brought home by Yan Mingzhu. It was the only bed she had ever felt safe in.

She couldn’t sleep anywhere else.

Over time, even this bed started to wear down.

Maybe she really did have obsessive tendencies. She had someone build an identical bed. Every day, they would place a pillow on it with her weight, adjust it to match the comfort she was used to, and then deliver it to the marital suite.

She was used to sleeping in the middle, where the mattress had a slight dip that perfectly matched her shape.

Today, there was someone unfamiliar lying in the bed.

And she had no choice but to move to an unfamiliar spot.

Beside her pillow came the steady sound of breathing. Wen Huaxi had already fallen asleep.

Her sleeping posture was calm and quiet. She didn’t toss and turn, let alone snore or talk in her sleep.

Yan Qinglan turned to look at her, eyes fixed, unable to look away.

The night was dim, and the pale moonlight gently spilled across Wen Huaxi’s body, making her bare arms glow faintly.

It gave her a layer of divinity, laced with a subtle trace of desire.

This girl was clearly sleeping peacefully. Why did she make people think of desire?

Yan Qinglan lowered her eyes and took notice of how her own body was reacting.

That desire came from her.

So this unfamiliar feeling was actually longing.

She longed for contact with Wen Huaxi.

Maybe it was because Wen Huaxi had worn her out. Or maybe it was because Wen Huaxi didn’t really feel like a stranger anymore. They had already shared physical closeness, even if it only existed in memory.

Being near her made Yan Qinglan feel at peace. She closed her eyes and slowly drifted into sleep.

In her dream, she saw Wen Huaxi at sixteen.

She was small, curled in a corner, watching everything around her like a wounded animal. She wasn’t fierce or wild, only pitiful and fragile.

Maybe it was because she saw herself in that moment that she decided to step forward and help the girl.

Later, when Wen Huaxi came to her with a proposal for a marriage agreement and offered terms that satisfied her, she brought her home.

Perhaps Wen Huaxi didn’t even remember that moment of being pulled up.

To be fair, Yan Qinglan had also forgotten it for a long time.

It was only in dreams that she would recall the connection between them.

There was something nostalgic about it.

But what came after seemed different.

Wen Huaxi didn’t follow her to the bar. She didn’t cling to her in this strange, adorable, chaotic way. Instead, she seemed quietly insecure, hiding at home every day as if waiting for her return.

She would still prepare desserts for her but never dared step into her office or compete for attention.

In the dream, Yan Qinglan glanced over and saw Wen Huaxi smile at her in a way that begged for approval. Then she turned and left without hesitation.

She was going to meet other women, to drink and chat and say things that sounded true but meant nothing.

Yan Qinglan wanted to stop the version of herself in the dream but could only feel a heavy bitterness in her chest.

It tasted exactly like the lemon water Wen Huaxi drank at the bar that night.

The lemon was bad. It was dry and sour. The bitterness stung her throat and made her nose burn. Tears welled up from the discomfort.

Yan Qinglan let out a cough and woke from the dream with a start.

A hand was resting on her waist.

She turned her head slowly and saw Wen Huaxi sleeping soundly, with a small smile on her lips. Whatever she was dreaming about, she looked pleased. Not only was her hand on Yan Qinglan’s body, she was even trying to pinch her waist.

Yan Qinglan leaned in to listen as Wen Huaxi mumbled something in her sleep.

Her voice was soft and unclear, but Yan Qinglan could just make it out.

“Let me have a bite, good sister.”

Yan Qinglan let out a long sigh.

This girl was carefree by nature. She wouldn’t let an imagined past disturb her peace.

That was probably for the best. If Yan Qinglan was the only one remembering these things—whether she admitted it or not, whether she saw them as distractions or something real—then she would carry the weight alone.

She gently squeezed Wen Huaxi’s hand, tucked part of the blanket into her arms, and nudged her body back to its proper position.

“Sleep well. It’s all yours,” she whispered.

It was just dream dessert anyway.

And if it were real, she could give it to her too, couldn’t she?

Yan Qinglan looked at her peaceful sleeping face and felt an unusual calm settle inside her.

But not long after, Wen Huaxi started talking in her sleep again. Whatever she was dreaming, her expression looked odd.

“Yu Xiyun…”

This time, Yan Qinglan heard it clearly.

A name.

It wasn’t her.

It wasn’t her. Wen Huaxi’s dreams didn’t include her.

Was the “sister” from earlier referring to Yu Xiyun?

Yan Qinglan’s expression quietly cracked.

Who was Yu Xiyun?

Wen Huaxi never expected she’d sleep this well in someone else’s room.

Especially when that someone was Yan Qinglan, and they were sharing the same bed.

She slowly opened her eyes, the strange dream still fresh in her mind.

In the dream, she was fighting with Yan Qinglan over dessert. Yu Xiyun was there too, and at one point tried to feed her.

She didn’t want to take it, but Yu Xiyun called her “good little sister” and looked so beautiful while doing it.

Wen Huaxi gave in.

That apparently made Yan Qinglan so angry that the ground froze over for ten miles.

It was just a dream, but in it, Yan Qinglan really did freeze the ground. Wen Huaxi had shivered from the cold and felt a bit guilty.

But once she woke up, the guilt vanished completely.

She stretched lazily and turned her head to see if the person next to her was still there. She wondered if she should play along a little, throw herself into Yan Qinglan’s arms, maybe even kiss her on the cheek.

But she couldn’t move.

She looked down and found her arms and legs tied up tightly, held in place so she couldn’t move at all.

And the person who was supposed to be next to her had already disappeared.

“Yan. Qing. Lan!”

Wen Huaxi was furious. She instantly deducted one hundred points in her mind.

She was getting out of this place immediately.

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