Chapter 1403 - 912: Airport
"Unlock failed."
The door’s password lock beeped and lit up with a red light. Perhaps Xu Qianqian’s fingers were wet, and it couldn’t recognize them.
"It’s wet, let someone else try." Jiang Nian urged.
Xu Qianqian: "..."
In the end, Xiao Song reached over and pressed her finger on the fingerprint lock. The automatic door opened in response, and the three of them filed in.
"Oh no, I’m soaked." Jiang Nian wiped his face and twisted his base layer, wringing out a puddle of water.
"Why don’t you go shower first," Xu Qianqian glanced at him, "Anyway, you shower quickly, you’ll be done soon."
Jiang Nian didn’t refuse. He grabbed some clothes and rushed into the bathroom, finishing his shower in three to four minutes.
Then, it was the two women’s turn.
They entered the washroom, with wooden floors laid down in the corridor. There was a built-in washer-dryer and a natural wood-colored wardrobe.
The space wasn’t large, but the well-thought-out layout and the warm light from above made the whole passage cozy.
Xu Shuang arranged for someone to set this up, playing the ambiance game.
"It’s quite cozy."
"Yeah."
"Did Jiang Nian really set this up? He’s a pragmatist. Normally, he should go for a minimalist style."
"Maybe... because it’s not just him using it."
"True." Xu Qianqian nodded.
The two women chatted in soft, fragmented sentences as they undressed. Their white and pink underwear exuded a girlish vibe.
White thighs, long and firm, with private areas covered by fabric. Waist tapering inward, slim but with rounded hips.
Full, slightly trembling breasts. As they bent to remove their pants, a pressed half-moon seemed to almost pop out.
The warm decor also allowed them to relax more.
The focus was on the atmosphere.
Jiang Nian, outside, dried his hair, mopped the wet floor, and the studio exterior was glass walls.
Yes, completely transparent.
Good lighting.
However, that’s only in the work area. But even so, it’s considered quite luxurious in Beijing.
Luckily, the company funded it.
After all, Banyu heavily relies on Jiang Nian, and finding a designer takes time to innovate and adapt.
After finishing everything, he lay down on the sofa.
"Rainy days are great."
Using a good excuse, anything could happen. And the two women surely noticed but went along with it.
Probably just planned to stay the night, no other thoughts.
But.....
Jiang Nian is patient, one sleepover leads to another. Over time, the three’s moral standards would decline.
That’s what they call "close to ink turns black."
After a while, Jiang Nian’s phone almost overheated from swiping, looking puzzled, "Why aren’t they out yet?"
The two women washed and scrubbed, taking nearly half an hour to finish. They emerged in new robes, giggling together.
Song Xiyun looked down, "Isn’t this too revealing?"
"It’s fine as long as you don’t go to the workspace in the front." Xu Qianqian even lifted her collar to take a look.
"Ah!!"
"Don’t..." Song Xiyun blushed.
During multiplayer scenarios, Jiang Nian would tease her as well. But it always seemed more embarrassing between same-sex peers.
Xu Qianqian laughed joyfully, feeling particularly at ease.
She actually liked this feeling a lot; the air conditioner on during a rainy night, the bright lights, and important people nearby.
"All done showering?"
Jiang Nian proactively stood up from the sofa, acting naturally.
"Since there’s only one bed, I might have to make do and squeeze in with you, it’ll just be for one night."
"Huh?"
"Hmph! Dream on!!" Xu Qianqian looked speechless, pointing to the leisure area, "Isn’t there a sofa?"
"I can’t get used to it."
"Tch! Then sleep on the floor!" She rolled her eyes and pulled Song Xiyun back into the rest area.
....
Nightfall.
Song Xiyun lay under a small blanket, gazing at the familiar surroundings. Feeling somewhat guilty, she also felt a bit worried.
"Qianqian, it seems there’s no blanket outside."
"He said he doesn’t need one." Xu Qianqian turned over, responding, "There’s an air conditioner outside, he can turn it on anytime."
"Oh, I see."
The two women chatted a bit more, Song Xiyun’s eyelids grew heavy. She had a weak constitution; getting a little wet in the rain left her feeling tired.
Xu Qianqian lay there for a while, unable to sleep as she tossed and turned. She decided to quietly get up and head outside.
The air conditioner was on in the rest area, leaving just a dim lamp.
She had just walked over when Jiang Nian, seemingly asleep on the sofa, was lying still, his body gently rising and falling with his breath.
Just as she stood, suddenly a hand reached out.
"Ah!!"
Before Xu Qianqian could react, the world spun around her. In the blink of an eye, she was pressed onto the sofa.
"What’s wrong with you! Let me go!"
"I like sleepwalking." Jiang Nian pinched her cheek, "What are you doing up in the middle of the night, a sneak attack?"
Xu Qianqian: "..."
She didn’t break free, "You’re nuts, I just went to the bathroom, on the way to check if you were freezing to death."
"Stubborn?"
Jiang Nian was speechless, freezing to death in mid-March. Not warm, but definitely not cold.
However, he had his ways.
Even though Xu Qianqian spoke harshly, they had grown up together, and Jiang Nian felt most relaxed with her.
If she’s upset, just coax her back.
"You... um...."
Jiang Nian was too lazy to listen to her explanation. Whatever the reason, she was here now, something had to come of it.
A gentle pull, a slow movement, the sound lowered.
"Not here....."
"Then where?" he asked, still moving, "This is a studio, with only one rest area."
They could have two, but it’s unnecessary.
"To the rest area?"
"No."
"...Don’t." Xu Qianqian was actually still quite rational, but people are like this, lowering boundaries bit by bit.
From absolutely not to being okay if they’re not in the same space, even if separated by just a door.
When learning idioms as a child, there was "cover one’s ears to steal a bell." It seemed foolish to her—who invented such an idiom?