Rebirth 08: My Online Love Wife is a Cold and Aloof School Beauty

The two people went into the room.

Song Qingning inserted the room card into the power outlet, and the room lights turned on immediately.

She walked around inside and out.

Two single beds covered with snow-white sheets. Near the window, there is a small round table and two rattan chairs. The bathroom is separated by frosted glass.

The overall decoration wasn't luxurious, but it was very clean.

Moreover, there was a faint, pleasant scent of laundry detergent in the air.

She placed the paper bag on the round table, stood in the center of the room, looked around, and exclaimed with the tone of someone who had discovered a new continent, "So this is what a hotel looks like. It's quite different from what you see on TV. It's much cozier than I imagined."

Su Qianqian placed her small bag on the bedside table and said, "Do you think all hotels are like those in police dramas, dimly lit and littered with cigarette butts?"

Song Qingning chuckled, "Anyway, this is my first time staying in a hotel."

"I've always stayed at relatives' houses when I go out since I was a child, and even summer camps are just a day trip."

Song Qingning turned the air conditioner to the lowest setting and stood under the air vent for a while.

Then, I started taking off my clothes.

He pulled his T-shirt off his head, kicked off his denim shorts, and kicked his shoes and socks aside, leaving him only in his underwear.

They moved as quickly as if they were in their own bedroom.

"It's so hot today, I'll take a shower first."

Song Qingning put the clothes on the bed and went straight into the bathroom.

Su Qianqian sat on the edge of the bed, smiled at Song Qingning, took off her coat, folded it and put it at the foot of the bed, and went into the bathroom wearing only her underwear.

Hot water sprayed out of the showerhead, and steam quickly filled the entire bathroom.

Song Qingning tilted her head back, letting the hot water wash over her face, and suddenly turned to look at Su Qianqian.

Then, her gaze shifted downwards a few inches, and the bath sponge in her hand stopped abruptly in mid-air.

Song Qingning opened her mouth, and said incredulously, "Wow, Qianqian!"

"I never would have guessed you were this big. You must be at least a D cup."

Feeling a little embarrassed by Song Qingning's gaze, Su Qianqian turned slightly to the side.

She replied with a smile, "Yours isn't small either."

Song Qingning looked down at herself, then looked up at Su Qianqian, and carefully compared the two.

Then, she said dejectedly, "I used to think that mine was indeed quite big, and I was quite proud of it."

"But compared to you, Qianqian, there's still a gap."

Song Qingning squeezed a dollop of shower gel into her palm, lathered it up, and applied it to her arms. As she did so, she kept asking, "Qianqian, what do you eat to grow up like this?"

"Is there some kind of secret recipe?"

Su Qianqian shook her head: "There's nothing special about it, it's probably genetic."

"My mother seemed to be like that when she was young."

Song Qingning sighed helplessly: "Why can't I inherit such good fortune?"

Then, as Song Qingning spoke, she used the bath sponge in her hand to flick a string of water droplets onto Su Qianqian's body.

As a result, Su Qianqian tried to dodge to the side, but she couldn't avoid it at all.

Su Qianqian raised her hand and splashed the water back.

Soon, the two of them were making a ruckus in the steamy shower room.

Laughter and the sound of water mingled together, drifting into the room through the frosted glass door, which wasn't fully closed.

In this ordinary hotel room, we played the piano back and forth several times.

It gradually faded away amidst the low hum of the air conditioner.

……

After half an hour.

Su Qianqian and Song Qingning came out of the bathroom.

They were wrapped in white bathrobes provided by the hotel, their hair wet and draped over their shoulders.

Water droplets dripped down the ends of her hair and onto the collar of her bathrobe, leaving a small dark patch.

Song Qingning folded the towel and put it on her head, making it look like a white mushroom.

Su Qianqian sat in front of the mirror, took out several bottles of skincare products from her small bag, and arranged them on the table in order.

Toner, lotion, face cream—bottles and jars were lined up on the table.

Although it was much simpler than the one she usually used in her dorm, the basic procedures were still followed.

Su Qianqian looked in the mirror, poured toner into her palm, and gently patted it onto her face.

At this moment, Song Qingning took out a hair dryer from the bathroom, plugged it in, and tested the airflow and temperature. She then set the hair dryer to the medium setting.

Then, he walked behind Su Qianqian and said, "Qianqian, sit still and don't move. I'll blow it for you."

Su Qianqian glanced at Song Qingning in the mirror, put down the lotion bottle in her hand, brushed her hair back, and nodded.

Soon, the hair dryer started humming.

A warm breeze brushed against the back of Su Qianqian's neck, causing strands of her wet, long hair to flutter in the wind.

Song Qingning held a hairdryer in one hand and gently stroked Su Qianqian's hair with the other.

He blew the hair from root to tip and back again, his movements surprisingly practiced.

Song Qingning exclaimed, "Qianqian, you take such good care of your hair! It's so black and shiny, and it feels like silk to the touch."

"My hair was permed before, and the ends are split. Every time I wash my hair, it looks like a haystack."

"That's because you've had it permed too many times," Su Qianqian said. "You should perm it less often in the future and let it rest."

A few minutes later.

Song Qingning turned off the hairdryer and ran her fingers through Su Qianqian's hair a couple more times.

After making sure the roots of my hair were completely dry, I placed the hairdryer on the dressing table.

Song Qingning rested her hands on the back of Su Qianqian's chair and looked at her face in the mirror.

The mirror reflected two people, wrapped in bathrobes, standing side by side.

Su Qianqian's pretty face was slightly flushed from the steam.

The towel on Song Qingning's head was askew to one side.

Looking at Su Qianqian's face in the mirror, Song Qingning suddenly exclaimed, "Qianqian, you have a great figure and you're beautiful too."

"I wonder which man will benefit from this in the future."

When Song Qingning said this, her tone was half-joking and half-serious, her hand still on Su Qianqian's shoulder, her fingertips twirling the thin strap at the collar of her bathrobe.

Then she added, "I wish we wouldn't have to separate in the future."

Su Qianqian looked at Song Qingning in the mirror, reached out and picked up the face cream on the table, unscrewed the cap, and scooped out a small dot and put it on her cheek.

She gently spread it with her fingertips and nodded: "Actually, I've thought about that before too."

"It's a pity you're not a boy, otherwise I would definitely marry you."

However, Song Qingning straightened the towel that had been askew and put it back on properly. Then, she took the face cream cap from Su Qianqian and twisted it shut for her, smiling as she said:

"Then you should break up with your husband. It's not like the two of us can't do without each other."

Su Qianqian knew she was joking, so she nodded and smiled, "Okay, I have no problem with that."

Song Qingning leaned against the dressing table, pulled up the belt of her bathrobe, and sighed again:

"It would be great if the two of us could marry the same man in the future."

"That way we can live together forever, and neither of us will have to separate from the other."