It’s About You (GL High H) - Chapter 17

“Move over a bit and make some space for me.” The carpet under the sofa felt rough and uncomfortable.

Wanqi Lang hummed lazily and reluctantly, unwillingly drawing her legs back a little to free up half the sofa edge.

Xing Enxi climbed up and squeezed in beside her, and the two rubbed against each other, their bodies both slick with sweat and mingled with the scent of desire.

Wanqi Lang turned her head sideways and glanced at Xing Enxi. She pursed her lips and reached for the snack box that Shen Zhiwei had left behind, opening it to fish out a small piece of cake.

“Here.” She broke off half and shoved it directly to Xing Enxi’s mouth.

Xing Enxi paused for a moment and looked at the somewhat squished cake at her lips. She opened her mouth and took a bite right from her hand.

The sweet and creamy frosting melted in her mouth.

Wanqi Lang tossed the remaining half into her own mouth, her cheeks bulging as she mumbled indistinctly in complaint. “I’m exhausted… my waist aches… my butt hurts… and the nightgown is all torn!”

She tugged at her nearly broken shoulder strap, exposing more of her snowy white shoulder.

Xing Enxi swallowed the cake and let her gaze sweep over Wanqi Lang’s disheveled state.

Her tousled curls, swollen red lips, the marks from the belt on her waist and abdomen, and the faint pink handprints visible under the nightgown… the awkwardness in her heart eased a bit.

“Serves you right.”

Both of them lounged lazily for a while.

“Little Xi.”

Xing Enxi did not even bother to lift her eyelids. “What now?”

“That…” Wanqi Lang drew out her tone, her fingers toying with the belt. “The thing about crashing your junk bike last time.”

Xing Enxi’s brows furrowed; it was like mentioning the one thing she did not want brought up. She glared over irritably. “What, you planning to welch on the deal?”

“Tsk, who’s welching?” Wanqi Lang rolled her eyes and sat up a bit straighter. The wine-red nightgown slipped completely off her shoulder. She pointed toward the door. “I already compensated you—bought it early and left it at the front desk.”

Xing Enxi eyed her suspiciously, searching her face for any sign of trickery, but Wanqi Lang only wore an expression begging for praise.

“For real?” Xing Enxi asked with heavy distrust.

Wanqi Lang flung off the rumpled thin blanket covering her, her bare feet stepping onto the carpet. “Nonsense, I’ll take you to see it.”

With that, she reached out to pull Xing Enxi along.

Xing Enxi got tugged by the wrist to her feet. Both of them were disheveled in their clothes, and they tugged and pulled awkwardly like that.

Wanqi Lang checked the time; the staff should be arriving one after another by now. Looking like this really was not appropriate, so she grabbed a loose jacket for herself to wrap around her body and casually threw one over Xing Enxi too.

When they reached the front desk together, sure enough, a massive cardboard box leaned against the wall by the counter. It even had a flashy bow stuck on top, clearly matching Wanqi Lang’s taste.

“There! Yours!” Wanqi Lang let go of her hand and crossed her arms, her chin jerking toward the box with a smug look.

Xing Enxi walked over and looked at the big box, her emotions complicated inside. She squatted down, her fingers tracing the edge of the cardboard until she found the sealed tape.

Wanqi Lang squatted down beside her too, their shoulders brushing. She casually tugged her own jacket down a bit to cover the marks.

Xing Enxi tore open the tape and carefully lifted the lid of the box. Inside was thick foam padding.

She peeled back a layer of foam, and the head of a brand-new, gleaming silver-gray road bicycle emerged. The metal gleamed under the bar’s lights, the frame sleek and beautiful—it clearly outclassed her old one by more than a level.

Xing Enxi felt a touch of surprise and reached out to gently stroke the cool handlebars. The touch was smooth, carrying the distinctive scent of a new bike.

“How about it? Way better than that junk of yours, right?” Wanqi Lang leaned in, her head resting on Xing Enxi’s shoulder as she boasted proudly. “Took forever to pick it out—cost a fortune.”

She complained, but her tone brimmed with satisfaction.

Xing Enxi said nothing and kept pulling the foam out of the box, her movements meticulous.

The new bike’s body gradually came into view: a streamlined frame, a precise gear shifter.

Wanqi Lang helped unpack too, hauling out a large piece of foam and tossing it aside at her feet. The two crouched head-to-head in front of the big box, focused on dealing with the layers of packaging inside and out.

Finally, the entire bike emerged intact and stood before them, its silver-gray body flashing coldly, so pristine it dazzled the eyes.

Xing Enxi stood up and circled the bike, inspecting it carefully.

Wanqi Lang stood too and nearly fainted again from the sudden movement.

“It’s decent.” Xing Enxi finally spoke, her voice flat, but the corners of her mouth curved upward.

“Just decent?” Wanqi Lang immediately bristled, hands on her hips. “Hey! Have a conscience—this bike costs you two months’ salary!”

Xing Enxi glanced at her and saw her puffed up with indignation, her face still flushed from their earlier intimacy. Something soft in her heart got gently poked.

She said nothing more, reached out to grip the handlebars—the cool metal felt solid. Then she extended her other hand, hesitated for half a second, and took hold of Wanqi Lang’s hand hanging at her side.

Wanqi Lang’s body stiffened noticeably. She looked down at their intertwined fingers.

Xing Enxi’s hand felt a little cool.

“Let’s wheel it out and test it.”

Wanqi Lang followed in a daze as she pulled her along, her gaze fixed on their clasped hands, a smile blooming across her face.

“Push slower—careful with my new bike!”

The two wheeled the bike out to the open space in the alley behind the bar.

Xing Enxi swung her long leg over and mounted the seat gracefully, her foot on the pedal. With a light push, the bike glided smoothly away.

The tires made a faint friction sound on the concrete ground. The handlebars responded nimbly, the gears shifted smoothly, and the frame felt light and stable—compared to her old companion, it was like night and day.

Xing Enxi rode two laps around the small open area, feeling the night breeze brush her heated cheeks. Her mood felt refreshingly light for once. She brought the bike to a steady stop in front of Wanqi Lang and offered a rare approving look. “Not bad.”

“Of course,” Wanqi Lang lifted her chin high. “My eye for this stuff!”

She rubbed her hands together and eyed the pretty new bike greedily. “I want a ride too.”

Xing Enxi raised an eyebrow and obligingly stepped aside from the handlebars. She found it a bit amusing inside—this girl in a nightgown and slippers, could she even ride?

Wanqi Lang paid no mind to that. She mimicked Xing Enxi’s pose, one hand on the handlebars and one on the seat, and lunged to swing her leg over aggressively.

That was when the trouble started.

Her nightgown was a slip style with a short hem; as she lifted her leg, her bare thigh root nearly flashed everything. She yelped “fvck” and fumbled in a panic to press down the hem, her pose turning awkwardly contorted.

Xing Enxi’s mouth twitched, and she silently averted her gaze.

Wanqi Lang finally managed, after balancing not flashing and mounting the bike, to wobble onto the narrow, hard road bike seat. The padding was so slim and firm that it pressed painfully on the spots her butt had just taken hits, making her grimace and suck in a sharp breath.

“Got your seat?” Xing Enxi asked coolly from the side, arms crossed.

“Nonsense.” Wanqi Lang took a deep breath, mustered her courage, and pushed her foot hard toward the pedal.

Then the disaster began.

Her foot hit the pedal, but the bike swayed like a drunken snake, the front wheel tracing a wobbly S-shape. It scared Wanqi Lang into yelling wildly.

“Ah! Help!” Her hands clenched the handlebars desperately, but her body leaned wildly side to side, her slippers nearly flying off.

Xing Enxi stared in stunned disbelief at the perilous scene before her.

Wanqi Lang pedaled with all her might for two strokes, but the bike barely moved forward a few meters and nearly crashed into the trash bin beside them. She shrieked and squeezed the brakes hard.

The bike halted abruptly, and Wanqi Lang lurched forward, her chest nearly smacking the handlebars. It scared her heart right into her throat.