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"What's wrong?" Wen Yixin looked down at Qin Ruan, her usually gentle voice carrying a slightly lower tone.
Qin Ruan hesitated, her bangs slightly falling forward as her soft pink lips parted, "Sister Wen, the body oil you mentioned earlier, what kind is it?"
"Oh, that…" Wen Yixin paused for a moment before speaking softly, "Wait a moment, I'll go get it for you."
As she spoke, Wen Yixin instinctively tried to pull her hand free from Qin Ruan's grasp, but her wrist remained firmly held in Qin Ruan's palm.
Puzzled, Wen Yixin looked at her, "Qin Ruan, you—"
Qin Ruan raised her eyes, "I want to go with you, is that okay?"
Wen Yixin was momentarily taken aback but quickly regained her composure, smiling softly as she replied, "Of course."
"Come with me." She turned her hand to gently hold Qin Ruan's slender wrist, pulling her up from the stool with a smile that deepened into small dimples.
Qin Ruan's gaze lingered on those dimples for a moment before shifting to Wen Yixin's face. Then she lowered her eyes and silently tightened her grip on Wen Yixin's hand, following her closely without missing a step.
When they returned to the bedroom, Wen Yixin slowly released Qin Ruan's wrist and walked over to her white vanity table, which was filled with various skincare products.
Her fingers, pale and delicate, glided over the different bottles until they stopped at a light green one.
Wen Yixin bent her fingers, pulling out the light green bottle and handing it to Qin Ruan. "This is the one."
She looked at Qin Ruan and smiled softly, "Give me your hand."
"Hmm?" Qin Ruan responded with some confusion, but when she saw the gentle smile on Wen Yixin's face, she obediently extended her hand.
Moments later, she felt a few cool drops of liquid on the back of her hand.
It was the body oil Wen Yixin had taken from the bottle.
Qin Ruan glanced down at the clear, watery drops, intending to rub them in herself. However, a warm hand suddenly covered hers.
It was Wen Yixin.
Qin Ruan's gaze lifted slightly, her fingers instinctively curling.
"How does it feel? It's not too oily, right?" Wen Yixin asked as she carefully massaged the oil into Qin Ruan's hand, smiling warmly.
Qin Ruan softly replied, "No, it's light and refreshing."
"It feels nice."
Wen Yixin smiled, "If you like it, I have another unopened bottle. I can give it to you, and you can use it in your room."
Hearing this, Qin Ruan hesitated for a moment, her lips parting slowly as she lowered her gaze, "But… it's hard for me to reach my back by myself."
Seeing this, Wen Yixin opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, Qin Ruan continued,
"Sister Wen, you said you would help me apply it. Does that still count?"
Wen Yixin's smile deepened, revealing her dimples once more, "Of course it counts."
Qin Ruan lifted her eyes, and when her gaze met Wen Yixin's, her expression softened noticeably, "That's good."
"Thank you, Sister Wen."
Wen Yixin chuckled, waving off her thanks, "No need to be so polite."
"After all, I might need your help applying it too."
Hearing Wen Yixin's last remark, Qin Ruan's eyes flickered slightly. Her eyelashes lowered as she pondered something, her gaze briefly settling on the soft curve of Wen Yixin's slim waist before shifting to her delicate, rosy lips.
But as soon as her eyes landed on those lips, she quickly looked away, her emotions stirred.
The next moment, Qin Ruan retracted her hand from Wen Yixin's grasp, but as her fingertips brushed against Wen Yixin's smooth skin, she couldn't help but swallow.
Wen Yixin, puzzled by Qin Ruan's sudden reaction, asked, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing…" Qin Ruan's voice faltered, and she kept her eyes downcast.
She had just realized...
She might have feelings of desire for Sister Wen.
And it seemed to have started... from the moment she was in the bathroom.
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