To Be the Male Lead's Deceased First Wife in a Historical Chinese Exam-focused Novel - Chapter 18

Chapter 18: Does She Have Abs?

Yan An didn’t expect Wen Ying to not wake her up and ask her to leave, but to just take a bath in front of her. Wen Ying truly wasn’t afraid of her peeking!

Yan An’s mind involuntarily replayed the brief image from earlier.

Wen Ying’s shoulders were very slender. Not only did she have little fat on her face, but she also had very little on her body. But because of her years of labor, she had faint muscle lines, and her wheat-colored skin made her look a little wild.

Yan An: “…”

She quietly touched her own arm. Although she didn’t have much fat either, she could clearly feel that her muscles were soft, completely unlike Wen Ying’s powerful physique.

“Heh.”

Yan An sneered inwardly. “So what if she has muscles? With the amount of work I’m doing now, I’ll definitely have muscles, too!”

She quietly rolled over and turned her back to Wen Ying, just in case she saw something she shouldn’t see again.

“But… does Wen Ying have abs?” Yan An quietly wondered.

Soon, she heard the sound of water again, but it didn’t last for long. This was followed by the sound of footsteps and the bedroom door opening. As Wen Ying walked out, all the noise faded away.

Yan An suddenly felt a sense of lively bustle being taken away, leaving her alone in an empty space.

“Mmm… a little uncomfortable.”

But this feeling didn’t last long. As the bedroom door closed again, the sounds that had faded away were gradually getting closer. A hand grabbed her hair, which was hanging down, as if checking its dryness. Only when it was confirmed that it wasn’t wet did it gently nudge Yan An’s shoulder.

Yan An pretended to be woken up and opened her eyes. She yawned and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Your hair is dry. Lie down on the bed, and I’ll massage your shoulders and back,” Wen Ying said softly.

This person had never carried heavy objects before. Her shoulders must be hurting from carrying those two bundles of firewood today.

“Oh.” Yan An wiggled her body on the bed, wiggling herself to the middle of the bed to lie on her stomach. Her heart, which had been a little nervous, slowly relaxed.

Wen Ying also imitated Yan An’s earlier movements and straddled her to make it easier to apply force. She grabbed her shoulders and started to massage.

Yan An felt Wen Ying’s body hovering above hers. “…”

She buried her head in her arms, feeling that the distance between them was a little too close, but not to the point of breaking social boundaries.

After all, this was a common posture for massaging friends.

With Wen Ying’s movements, Yan An’s slightly tense body slowly relaxed.

However, she quickly realized that she had relaxed too early. As Wen Ying massaged her, her hand gradually moved to her waist. If it had just stayed there, it would have been fine. Although it was a little ticklish, it was still acceptable. But her hand had a tendency to go lower!

“Stop! Stop! This is enough!” Yan An quickly called out. Any further down and her hand would land on her buttocks, and her buttocks weren’t even tense with muscles!

Wen Ying stopped and asked in confusion, “What’s wrong?”

“I… I’m good. You don’t have to massage anymore.” Yan An stammered, feeling too embarrassed to tell the truth.

“You went up the mountain today. You rarely walk on these kinds of roads. Your leg muscles still need to be relaxed.”

Without waiting for Yan An’s refusal, she moved to Yan An’s side and began to massage her calves.

Yan An: “…”

“Oh, good. It’s my calves, not my thighs.”

Yan An bit her lip, feeling extremely ashamed. Fortunately, the light in the room was already very dim, and no one could see her face.

After massaging her calves, Wen Ying held Yan An’s foot, the one she had twisted during the day, and massaged her ankle.

Yan An flinched, almost pulling her foot away.

Wen Ying’s palm was warm. Although she could feel its roughness, having such a hand on Yan An’s slightly cold foot was a distinct sensation!

“You…” Yan An was too shocked to speak.

Wen Ying was even willing to massage her feet…

“If I don’t massage it now, you’ll be more uncomfortable tomorrow,” Wen Ying said. As she massaged Yan An, she felt several blisters on her foot. She pursed her lips, and her movements became more careful.

Yan An said nothing, trying her best to ignore what Wen Ying was doing. She felt uncomfortable all over, and her heart was itching.

After massaging her for a while, Wen Ying got off the bed and walked out, not sure what she was doing. But when Yan An noticed a new light in her vision, she immediately understood what Wen Ying was doing.

She saw her carrying a brazier into the room, then leaving again. When she returned, her hands were wet, and she was holding a sewing needle.

“The blisters on your feet will heal faster if you pop them,” Wen Ying said, drying her hands over the fire.

Yan An: “…”

The reason she hadn’t said anything was that she didn’t want to pop the blisters. The ones she had popped on her hands before had been very painful afterward, no matter what she touched.

But looking at Wen Ying’s face, which flickered in the firelight, her lips were pursed as if she was very serious. Yan An finally swallowed her words and let her pop the blisters on her feet.

After Wen Ying was done, she pulled the blanket up and tucked it in for Yan An.

Yan An silently turned her back to Wen Ying, inexplicably feeling a kind of motherly care from her.

“Heh, I’m clearly older than her!”

The thought of Wen Ying, who was not even eighteen, being so mature for her age made her feel a little sick to her stomach.

In the midst of her jumbled thoughts, Yan An fell into a deep sleep, not even knowing when Wen Ying returned. She slept without a dream.

This was the deepest sleep Yan An had had since she came to this world. Even Aunt Li’s rooster, screaming its lungs out, couldn’t wake her up. When she woke up, she felt a lazy kind of comfort that came from a good night’s sleep.

She struggled to sit up. Wen Ying was long gone. Although her whole body was sore, a comfortable feeling accompanied it at the same time, which was a little contradictory.

She got up, put on her clothes, and went to wash up. The whole courtyard was quiet. She didn’t know if Wen Ying had gone into the mountains to cut firewood by herself again.

Yan An went to the kitchen and saw that there were signs of a fire. She opened the pot lid, and there were two warm corn buns inside!

Yan An stared blankly at the two buns that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. She then guessed that Aunt Li might have given them to her and that Wen Ying had specially warmed them for her to eat.

Thinking this, she picked up a bun and took a bite. The fresh scent of corn filled her mouth. Yan An squinted her eyes in satisfaction, put the lid back on the pot, and thought that Wen Ying hadn’t eaten yet, so she would save it for her.

She slowly walked out and sat on the bench in the courtyard, eating her bun and waiting for Wen Ying to return, full of anticipation for their trip to the county town today.

However, she sat in the courtyard and finished the bun. She got up and cleaned the courtyard and even pulled out the weeds in the other corner, but Wen Ying was nowhere to be seen.

Yan An: “…”

She waited from morning to afternoon, feeling terribly hungry. She couldn’t start a fire herself, so she had to take out the corn bun that had long gone cold and ate it. She sat blankly at the courtyard gate, her expression a little dazed.

Had Wen Ying left without her?