Got a Happy Ending With My Ex’s Sister? (GL) - Chapter 6: Sharing a Bed

Chapter 6: Sharing a Bed

Tang Yiqiu slept on her side, and Shi Huan wasn’t sure if she was truly asleep, fearing that any move might get her pushed away.

She didn’t want to be kicked out so soon.

After waiting over ten minutes, Shi Huan leaned in for a peek. Tang Yiqiu’s eyes were closed, her breathing steady, looking fast asleep.

In this moment, Tang Yiqiu seemed more approachable than when awake. Her sharp, upturned eyes softened, her face showing a rare gentleness.

Just as Shi Huan reached for the pillow, Tang Yiqiu suddenly rolled over, opening her wide eyes and staring straight at her. “Sleep!”

Shi Huan’s breath caught, nodding quickly, ready to explain, but Tang Yiqiu abruptly closed her eyes, looking deeply asleep again.

Shi Huan: “?”

Was she not awake?

She didn’t dare move now, resigned to closing her eyes. But while she stayed still, Tang Yiqiu stirred, shifting uncomfortably, then suddenly grabbed the pillow between them and tossed it aside.

Shi Huan: “…Teacher Tang?”

She was about to turn her head when a wave of heat swept over her. The small gap the pillow had kept was now gone, their bodies pressed close.

This—this wasn’t her doing!

Shi Huan’s breathing quickened. When she shifted slightly, her back bumped into Tang Yiqiu, who let out a muffled hum.

As the hot breath hit her ear, Shi Huan couldn’t hold back, propping herself up to ask, “Teacher Tang, are you hinting at something?”

Before she finished, Tang Yiqiu grabbed her restless hand, and as she struggled, Tang Yiqiu, seemingly annoyed, pinned half her body down.

“Don’t move.” Tang Yiqiu’s voice was low and hoarse against her ear. Soon after, her breathing slipped back into the rhythm of deep sleep.

She sounded utterly exhausted. Shi Huan glanced at the hand on her waist, realizing she was held in Tang Yiqiu’s arms, her heart racing.

A sick person’s defenses were down, and Tang Yiqiu, acting on instinct to pin her, had unknowingly fulfilled Shi Huan’s wish.

The night grew deeper. A gap in the room’s curtains let Shi Huan, half-lidded, watch snowflakes swirl outside in the wind. It reminded her of that night when she trembled in fear, and that person, like now, held her tightly, whispering softly in her ear.

“I’m holding you tight.”

At its core, deep emotion was desire. Shi Huan let the person behind her move freely, nestling closer into her embrace.

One was uncomfortably hot, the other too cold to move. Embracing, they sought what they craved, creating a night of beautiful desire.

Shi Huan didn’t sleep long. At dawn, Chang Qing texted, saying she’d arrive in half an hour and asking about Tang Yiqiu. Shi Huan checked with the ear thermometer; the fever had finally eased to a low-grade one. After reporting to Chang Qing, she got ready to leave, knowing it wouldn’t look good for Chang Qing to find them in bed together.

But as Shi Huan propped herself up, Tang Yiqiu’s arm pulled her back under the covers. She tried prying it off a few times, but Tang Yiqiu wouldn’t budge, her brow furrowing as if ready to snap.

“You’re all clingy now, but when you’re awake, you hate me even touching you. What a refined beast!”

The person beside her didn’t move.

Shi Huan sighed helplessly, then had an idea. Leaning to her ear, she whispered, “Teacher Tang, you’re holding Shi Huan. Keep holding, and she’ll sleep with you. If you don’t let go, she’ll strip.”

The moment she spoke, Tang Yiqiu jerked to the side, keeping her distance, as if the passionate one moments ago wasn’t her.

Shi Huan: “…”

The effect was too cold, too effective!

She quietly dressed, poured hot water into a thermos, and was about to leave but felt it wasn’t worth it. After all that teasing and cuddling, leaving without something felt like a waste.

Shi Huan thought it over, messed up the bed, rumpled the clothes on it, opened the hotel’s bedside box, tossed a few items in the trash, and finally slipped out.

By the time she got back to her room, Chang Qing was just returning. Chang Qing hurried over, greeting her. “Huanhuan, thanks for yesterday. Wanna grab dinner together? Sister Ye’s here too. I can introduce you.”

Shi Huan glanced behind her, seeing no one. Chang Qing added, “Sister Ye ran into Director Chen downstairs. They’re talking. So, you coming?”

“I’ll pass.” Shi Huan was a bit wary of Ye Rong. With Ye Rong’s status and sharpness in the industry, she might see through Shi Huan’s feelings for Tang Yiqiu in a glance. If Ye Rong stepped in to stop it, Shi Huan might never get close to Tang Yiqiu again.

“Come on, I mentioned you to Sister Ye on the way. She’s curious about you. She might even help you clean up your image online.”

Shi Huan knew Chang Qing meant well. If she had no feelings for Tang Yiqiu, she’d jump at the chance to learn from Ye Rong. But with her ulterior motives, no manager would want their star tied to someone drowning in scandals. Better to steer clear.

She politely declined again. Chang Qing didn’t push, suggesting they’d meet another time. Shi Huan smiled, nodded, and slipped back to her room to avoid Ye Rong.

Just as she was closing the door, a woman stepped out of the elevator, wearing sunglasses and a red coat, tall and model-like, exuding an elite aura.

Shi Huan knew—this was Ye Rong.

Ye Rong glanced her way. Shi Huan quickly shut the door. Ye Rong’s eyes, behind sunglasses, flicked up briefly before she looked away, saying, “Chang Qing, open the door quick. Let’s see what mess she’s made of herself.”

Hearing her voice, Shi Huan’s heart sank, regretting her antics in Tang Yiqiu’s room. If Ye Rong didn’t notice, fine. But if she did, wouldn’t that expose their “relationship”?

Not that they had one, but it still made Shi Huan uneasy. She flopped onto the bed, tossing and turning. The little sleep she’d managed vanished after seeing Ye Rong.

About ten minutes later, her silent WeChat buzzed. Shi Huan jolted, swiping the screen to check.

My Wife My Baby: [Did we do it last night?]

My Wife My Baby: [The floor’s a mess.]

Shi Huan typed “No” but hesitated, her finger hovering over the delete key.

Tang Yiqiu wouldn’t let others see her chat history, right? Shi Huan tested, “You forgot everything?”

Tang Yiqiu didn’t reply. Shi Huan had her answer.

She sent a sad, crouching-in-a-corner emoji, eyes pitiful, looking as miserable as could be.

Imagining Tang Yiqiu hiding from others’ eyes, masking her embarrassment while trying to stay cool and detached, Shi Huan’s suppressed excitement erupted like a volcano.

Shi Huan: [Let me jog your memory. You grabbed my hand, pinned me down… then bit by bit… rougher than in the scene! Not gentle at all!]

[I said no, but you kept going…]

[How can you just forget all that?]

My Wife My Baby: [Stop, I’ll remember.]

Shi Huan: [I don’t believe you unless you write it out, 500 words minimum, or I won’t buy it.]

After sending, she felt a bit shy, barely controlling herself. She smacked her typing hand to stop.

Tang Yiqiu stared at the chat, unable to type a word. She vaguely recalled last night, but not clearly—just that she held Shi Huan, who was soft and sweet.

Whether they went all the way, she wasn’t sure, but waking to the messy clothes on the floor made her doubt herself.

My Wife My Baby: [No way.]

Shi Huan: [I don’t care, you wore me out all night, I’m exhausted. When I wake up, I’ll come for you. If there’s no 500 words, I’ll make trouble.]

After sending, she tilted her head, squinting at the status bar. It toggled between “typing” and nothing, no clue what Tang Yiqiu was writing. She was nearly asleep when a reply came.

My Wife My Baby: [I have medicine. I’ll have someone bring it to you.]

Shi Huan: [So sweet, but I’d rather grab it from your lounge tomorrow during filming. You can help me apply it.]

[By the way, is your manager next to you?]

My Wife My Baby: [Yeah.]

Shi Huan: [Did she see?]

My Wife My Baby: [Still writing 500 words?]

Shi Huan felt a choke, typed a few lines but found them off, and finally sent a “goodnight,” dropping the phone to sleep.

No peace that night, dawn came fast.

Sure no more messages were coming, Tang Yiqiu looked at the person by the door. “Why’re you here?”

Ye Rong, playing a game, raised a brow. “To check on you. Good thing I came, or I’d miss the great Tang Yiqiu blushing off-set. Who’re you chatting with to get all red?”

“You saw wrong.” Tang Yiqiu turned off her phone screen, facing away. “My head hurts. Go play outside.”

“Your phone’s on silent, how’s it bothering you? I saw your WeChat buzzing, and you didn’t seem to have a headache.” Ye Rong easily beat her opponent, crossing her arms. “Fine, you sleep. I’ll find time to meet that girl you’re chatting with. Chang Qing said her name’s Shi Huan, and you two get along well on set.”

The last words carried weight, the implication clear. Tang Yiqiu frowned. “Why meet her?”

“She took care of you all night. It’s only right I thank her, or people will say your manager’s incompetent.”

“No need.” Tang Yiqiu frowned. “I’ll thank her myself.”

Ye Rong smiled. “Relax, I’m not doing anything. Just curious to see what kind of vixen keeps trying to steal the meat. If she’s up to no good, I’ll have to shoo her off early.”

Having spent time with Shi Huan, Tang Yiqiu had some sense of her character. “She’s not like that.”

“Don’t get worked up. I’ll only know once I meet her.” Ye Rong’s smile lingered, glancing at the closed door across the hall as she left, her eyes darkening slightly.