Transmigrating to a Female-Dominated World: I Started with a Humble Confession from the School Beaut

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Jiang Yaqin's gentle voice drifted through the door, soft and melodious.

"Breakfast is almost ready. Get up, wash up, and come eat!"

"Okay, I'll get up right away."

He responded, rubbed his heavy eyes, and sat up, supporting himself on the bed.

I glanced at the electronic alarm clock on the bedside table; it was 9:03.

Today is Saturday, so neither he nor Jiang Yumeng have to go to school, and Jiang Yaqin doesn't have to go to work either.

A rare day off for the whole family to be together.

Jiang Yaqin is truly considerate.

Not only does she get up early to prepare breakfast, but even her voice when waking people up is sweet and gentle.

Ye You's lips curved slightly.

However, I feel like I heard a similar sound last night when I was half asleep.

His voice was just a little lower and hoarser back then, as if he was lowering his voice to avoid being heard.

He didn't think too deeply about it and glanced to the side.

Jiang Yumeng was still asleep, curled up in the quilt, with only half of her face showing.

Her eyes were tightly closed, her thick eyelashes were long and curled, and her fair face had a healthy pink hue from being fast asleep.

Her cherry-like lips were slightly parted, and her breathing was light and even.

She was quiet and still, like a porcelain doll.

Ye You stared at her for about ten seconds.

He really stayed up late last night; his stamina and endurance skyrocketed after leveling up.

There was hardly any peace and quiet last night; Jiang Yumeng's small frame simply couldn't handle it.

In the end, they were screaming with hoarse voices, and biting the pillow didn't help.

Never mind, let her continue sleeping.

You still have to cherish your own wife when necessary.

Ye You didn't call her, but quietly lifted the covers and got out of bed.

He put on the pajamas Jiang Yumeng had prepared for him last night, and tiptoed out of the bedroom.

A fragrant aroma of oil mixed with the sweetness of soy milk wafted from the direction of the living room.

As soon as he turned the corner, he saw Jiang Yaqin standing up from the sofa and coming to greet him.

"Get up, Xiaoyou. Where's Yumeng? Is she still picking out clothes to wear?"

Jiang Yaqin walked over with a smile, her voice carrying a natural intimacy.

Ye You's gaze lingered on her for a moment involuntarily.

Today, Jiang Yaqin wore a purple fitted loungewear dress.

It was a different style than the one I wore when I visited her house last time, but the color was the same.

It seems she does indeed have a preference for purple.

The simple cut fit her mature figure perfectly, highlighting the unique charm of a thirty-eight-year-old woman.

The hem of the skirt fell just two fingers above the knee, revealing a section of smooth and straight calves.

She was wearing a pair of cotton slippers, and her ankles were slender.

Her hair wasn't tied in a ponytail, but rather casually draped over her shoulders, with a slight, natural wave.

Ye You noticed a detail.

Jiang Yaqin looks incredibly radiant today.

When she came last night, she was still very beautiful, but there was a hint of fatigue and hard work in her eyes.

But today, she looked like a flower that had been thoroughly watered from the inside out, with every petal fully unfurled.

Her eyes were curved, a faint smile played at the corners of her mouth, and her skin glowed with a dewy sheen in the morning light.

Her tone of voice was also softer than last night.

How can I describe that feeling?

It's like a flower that's been wilting because it hasn't been watered for too long, and then suddenly gets thoroughly soaked by a downpour.

The roots have had plenty of water, the leaves are thriving, and even the flower buds are swelling up.

The entire plant radiates a vibrant glow from the inside out.

Ye You smiled and said, "Yu Meng is still sleeping, don't worry about her."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yaqin's dignified brows immediately furrowed slightly: "Why is this child still in bed!"

"Xiaoyou, you're up already! She's still sleeping! I'll go wake her!"

He then started walking towards the bedroom.

Ye You reached out to stop her: "Never mind, Auntie, don't call her that."

"Yu Meng was quite tired last night, let her get some more sleep."

Jiang Yaqin stopped in her tracks, her body stiffening almost imperceptibly.

A blush spread rapidly across her dignified face, and her gaze drifted away unnaturally.

She could clearly hear those sounds from a little after 10 p.m. until the early hours of the morning.

So when Yu Meng says she's tired, she really is tired.

What Jiang Yaqin found even more unbelievable was that Ye You didn't seem tired at all.

He was standing right in front of her, his back ramrod straight, his eyes bright, and his complexion rosy.

He looked like he had just had a good sleep and was incredibly energetic.

How is that possible?

In this world, it is common knowledge that men are naturally much weaker than women.

In matters of sex, men are inherently the ones who suffer losses.

Anyone who can last more than ten minutes will be praised for their good physical condition.

But the commotion last night...

On the contrary, his own daughter was so exhausted that she couldn't get up.

If we're talking about who's tired... shouldn't Ye You be the one who's more tired?

And it wasn't just Yu Meng's side; Jiang Yaqin's face was even hotter.

She subconsciously squeezed her legs together, and a faint soreness lingered in her waist.

She subconsciously squeezed her legs together, and a faint soreness lingered in her waist.

After all, I spent most of last night in my own room doing all sorts of things.

When she woke up this morning, both her legs felt a little weak.

But Xiao You in front of me acted as if nothing had happened.

This is really not scientific.

Jiang Yaqin was full of questions, but how could she possibly bring herself to ask such a question?

She could only force those thoughts back and say in as calm a tone as possible:

"Then let's just ignore her. Xiaoyou, go wash up."

"Auntie has prepared breakfast for you."

Ye You didn't move immediately. Looking at Jiang Yaqin's slightly flushed profile, she suddenly reached out and gently grasped her wrist.

Jiang Yaqin's body trembled suddenly, and she subconsciously turned around, meeting Ye You's smiling gaze.

"Auntie, in this world, isn't it only natural for a woman to help her man with his washing and grooming?"

"You don't know this rule, do you?"

Jiang Yaqin was stunned.

Of course she knew this rule.

In the Great Xia Kingdom, women take care of all the daily needs of men; this is a basic principle written into the social etiquette.

From washing and changing clothes to eating, these are things that women should do when there are women around a man.

This is not some feudal dross, but a natural law that has governed the world for hundreds of years.

Ye You's hand rested on her wrist, his warm palm pressed against her pulse, making her heart race.

In this world, a man's will is law.

She dared not and could not refuse.

Jiang Yaqin lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembled twice, and she nodded obediently, her voice soft:

"Auntie knows... I've prepared new toiletries for you."

After saying that, she took Ye You's hand in return.

That well-maintained hand was soft and warm, with a slight burning sensation.

She took Ye You's hand and walked towards the bathroom with small, quick steps.

Her purple dress swayed gently with her steps, outlining a graceful curve.

The corridor was filled with the aroma of breakfast and the faint, sweet scent of milk emanating from her.

The bathroom door was gently closed.

On the sink, brand-new toothbrushes, toothpaste, and towels are neatly arranged.

Jiang Yaqin stood behind him, twisting her skirt with both hands, unsure of where to begin.

After all, she had no experience serving men.

With toothpaste foam in her mouth, Ye You spoke indistinctly, gesturing downwards.

Jiang Yaqin followed his gaze and didn't react for a moment.

"Come."

Jiang Yaqin, who had just realized what was happening, slowly bent down, then put her knees together and sat on the floor tiles in front of the sink.