Santa Monica.
The top floor of a luxurious apartment building.
Inside a lavish master bedroom suite.
On a 3m by 3m king-sized bed.
Two girls were sound asleep.
Suddenly, Yang Mi vaguely sensed something off beside her. Her eyes snapped open, fully awake.
She saw a dark figure standing at the bedside, her heart skipping a beat as she nearly screamed.
Then her mouth was covered, and a familiar voice whispered, "Shh—it's me."
"Mmm, mmm mmm mmm?"
The figure released her hand.
Yang Mi, astonished, lowered her voice. "Martin, why are you here?"
"I missed you, so I came to see you. Didn't I say I'd drop by when I had time?"
Yang Mi instinctively glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand.
2:45 a.m.
Oh my god, Martin is so romantic!!!
This was a case of beauty in the eye of the beholder.
If it were anyone else, it might have been: Oh my god, what a pervert!
Yang Mi was about to say something when Martin's hands began to move, applying an massage.
His touch, devoid of any lewd intent, kneaded and soothed Yang Mi's muscles...
In the darkness, Liu Yifei nervously squinted her eyes, not daring to move a muscle.
What's going on?
Why is Martin here?
And giving Yang Mi a massage...
Oh heavens...
This, this, this—it's all so 'weird.' Where did Martin learn that?!
Oh no, is my heartbeat too loud? Will they hear it?
Ugh, why aren't they done yet? My bladder's about to burst.
Liu Yifei had woken up desperate to pee—dinner with Yang Mi had involved plenty of wine, now processed into waste by her body.
But she hadn't expected to open her eyes and hear strange noises beside her, followed by a sight that shocked her for life—Martin's massage technique was truly authentic...
Then she froze.
A little angel Feifei with fluttering white wings said: Close your eyes, close your eyes! You can't watch—this is their business, nothing to do with you.
A little devil Feifei with flapping black wings countered: Watch, it's so good—why not? They're not hiding from you.
In the end, the devil Feifei won out.
Under her mom's strict control for over twenty years, Liu Yifei had long harbored rebellious urges deep down. She was tired of being the good girl.
Sometimes she envied Yang Mi—doing whatever she wanted, living freely and boldly.
Now, Yang Mi flipped over and began using unique massage techniques to loosen Martin's muscles.
Martin flopped down right next to Liu Yifei, a strong masculine scent wafting over.
Liu Yifei instinctively took a deep breath.
Her face warmed slightly.
Staring at the muscular arm inches away, she didn't know what possessed her, but she trembled and inched her hand forward, pretending it was an unconscious sleep movement, her palm brushing against the arm's muscle.
The moment she did it, reason kicked back in, and she panicked.
What, what, what did I just do!?
Martin didn't notice, right!?
What if he did!?
Does this count as betraying Mi!?
Am I being too pervy!?
Oh, seems like Martin didn't notice!
Should I pull my hand back!?
Or... leave it a bit longer?
If I pull back and he notices, I'm doomed—dead meat!?
Hehe, Martin's skin is so smooth!
Wait, what am I thinking?
It's fine to think about it—he won't know anyway.
No, no—I forgot I need the bathroom. Can't hold it; my stomach's gonna explode.
What do I do, what do I do?
Ugh, this is so annoying.
Seriously, why aren't they finishing?
Liu Yifei felt like ants were crawling all over her—itching, scratching at her heart. On one hand, the urgent need to pee; on the other, reluctance to look away...
Torment, pure torment.
She muttered inwardly, but her face stayed frozen, not daring to make a sound, terrified the others would realize she was awake...
Really, I just need the bathroom—why is this so hard!!!
Liu Yifei struggled to control herself, waiting, suppressing...
Finally, after who knows how long, the "show" next to her ended.
No more movement.
Liu Yifei held back a little longer.
Even breathing sounds came—seemed like both were asleep.
She opened her squinted eyes, glancing at Martin lying beside her. A sudden impulse surged, barely suppressed.
With a soft sigh, Liu Yifei lifted the blanket and tiptoed toward the bathroom.
Moments later.
Whoosh, whoosh...
The exhilarating sound of rushing water echoed.
It went on for ages before stopping.
She'd really been holding it in.
Emerging from the bathroom, Liu Yifei hesitated again. Should she switch rooms?
But switching would let Mi know I knew what she did?
Staying feels so awkward though.
What to do?
The little angel and devil fluttered out again.
Moments later.
Liu Yifei tiptoed back to the bed.
She slipped under the covers, pretending nothing happened, ready to sleep until dawn.
But weird thoughts lingered in her mind: If I accidentally bump into something in my sleep, that wouldn't be on purpose!
She even felt a secret thrill at the idea.
But her little scheme fell flat.
No sooner had she settled in and turned her head for another peek at the guy next to her than her eyes met a pair of bright, alert ones.
It startled Liu Yifei.
Instinctively, she wanted to scream.
Then her mouth was covered.
"Don't wake Yang Mi."
Martin's low voice, laced with his breath, whispered in her ear.
Liu Yifei froze, staring at him in confusion.
What does he mean?
Why not wake Yang Mi?
He couldn't be thinking...
Then Martin's words stunned her.
"You were peeking earlier, don't think I didn't notice?"
"Hehehe, you're not as innocent as you seem..."
"No way—I have to get payback."
Martin was a man of his word.
Liu Yifei's eyes widened in shock.
......
Outside the window, the moon shyly hid behind the clouds.
Waves lapped against the rocks, rumbling softly.
Occasionally, a few startled birds flapped up into the night, circled, and returned to their nests.
Who knows how much time passed.
The sun rose.
Spreading its warm rays across the earth.
People began waking from their dreams.
And in a certain apartment, in a certain room's closet.
A shriek rang out.
Yang Mi, face full of shock, pointed at the two tangled figures beside her, stammering: "You, you two!"
Liu Yifei, roused by the noise, groggily opened her eyes. Then memories flooded back, and she saw Yang Mi's shocked face.
Ah~!
She screamed too.
What did I do last night?!