...
Seeing Qian Renxue's bewildered expression, Na'er sighed and earnestly advised her:
"Don't think that using the word 'play' makes this kind of thing seem frivolous and vulgar."
"This is an extremely important part of a relationship between a man and a woman! Physical pleasure is the best catalyst for a relationship.
If you don't feel anything physically, or even feel repulsed by each other, how can your feelings grow? How can you be devoted to each other?"
"You need skill to talk about feelings and scheme, and you naturally need skill to communicate physically.
This is a very important part of keeping your brother!"
Na'er's words were so righteous and logically sound that Qian Renxue was left speechless for a moment.
"Alright."
Na'er yawned and patted the bed next to her: "Don't just stand there like an idiot.
Come over here, I'll teach you a few more stretching exercises and help you relax your muscles. I'm going to sleep after that, I'm so sleepy."
As she spoke, she leaned forward and grabbed Qian Renxue's wrist.
Qian Renxue was already exhausted today, with sore muscles all over her body.
She subconsciously wanted to dodge, but she couldn't muster any strength at all. With a cry of surprise, she was pulled and pressed to the spot by Na'er.
"Don't move around, just bear with this meridian massage."
Seeing that it was getting late, Na'er decided to stop taking her time and directly used a powerful relaxation technique she had learned from Dugu Yan.
Not long after.
With a muffled groan as she gasped for breath while the pressure points were pressed, Qian Renxue finally endured the procedure.
She completely exhausted herself, leaning against the side, drenched in sweat, breathing heavily, her eyes glazed over from the pain.
The room fell silent.
Na'er sensed Qian Renxue's weakness and looked somewhat embarrassed.
"No way..." she murmured softly, "I only pressed a few acupoints, how come you're in so much pain..."
Na'er turned her head to look at Xuan Hao, who was sitting on the other side of the bed, her eyes pleading:
"Brother, she seems to be in so much pain that she's exhausted. What should we do now?"
Xuan Hao looked at Qian Renxue, who was covered in sweat and could barely lift her hands, and couldn't help but twitch his lips.
"You were too rough!" Xuan Hao sighed. "I stretched until I was covered in sweat in the middle of the night, and the sheets were all wet.
How am I supposed to sleep in this bed tonight?"
In order not to disturb the others in the living room, and also so that he could get a good rest tonight, Xuan Hao quickly made a decision.
"Come on, let's go to your room and sleep."
He deftly ripped off the sweat-soaked sheets and threw them into the laundry basket.
Then, he wrapped the still dazed Qian Renxue in a blanket, picked her up, and gestured with his chin to Na'er.
Na'er understood immediately, tiptoed open the door, and peeked out her little head to scout the corridor.
After confirming that everyone in the living room had gone back to their rooms to rest, she waved to Xuan Hao.
The two of them tiptoed with the exhausted Qian Renxue and quickly slipped into Na'er's bedroom next door.
Xuan Hao placed Qian Renxue on the large, soft bed and lay down beside her, letting out a long sigh of relief.
He was really tired after tossing and turning most of the night.
For safety's sake, and to stay alert on the field tomorrow, he decided to sleep soundly tonight and not play any games.
As for why they didn't just send Qian Renxue back to her own room?
That's a stupid question.
Not to mention Qian Renxue's current disheveled state with tears in her eyes, what would they do if they suddenly ran into Ning Rongrong getting up in the middle of the night in the corridor?
Just considering that she had just experienced that kind of extreme stimulation that could be described as a "worldview shatterer," her psychological defenses were at their most vulnerable. Would it be appropriate to leave her alone in an empty room?
To comfort the injured angel, Na'er was very righteous. She naturally slipped into the quilt and directly reached out to hug Qian Renxue into her arms.
Qian Renxue did not struggle.
Or rather, she no longer has the strength to struggle.
Her pride in her princely dignity and the composure she had painstakingly maintained had been shattered beyond repair by the shock of those few minutes.
At this moment, she was like a quail that had been caught in the rain, her face flushed and her eyes vacant as she curled up in Na'er's warm embrace, not daring to even glance at Xuan Hao beside her.
Soothed by the wondrous dragon aura, Qian Renxue's tense nerves finally relaxed, and the three of them gradually drifted off to sleep.
...
The next morning arrived.
Sunlight streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains.
"Knock knock knock—"
A series of urgent knocks broke the tranquility of the early morning.
"Na'er, wake up! The sun's already high in the sky!"
Ning Rongrong's clear and energetic voice came from outside the door, "This morning is the highlight of our Royal Fighting Team 2's match against Elephant Armor Academy.
Hurry up and get ready to head to the Soul Arena!"
After waiting a few seconds and seeing no movement inside, Ning Rongrong, who is always in a hurry, simply turned the doorknob.
Anyway, when they're in the suite, girls don't have many reservations about visiting each other.
With a click, the door was pushed open.
As Ning Rongrong walked inside, she kept complaining, "You little lazy pig, did you eat snacks too late last night while we were out, and now you can't get up... again..."
The last word stuck in her throat, and Ning Rongrong's voice came to an abrupt end.
She stood blankly in front of the bed, staring at the scene before her, her mind going completely blank.
On the large bed, the blankets were kicked and were somewhat disheveled.
Xuan Hao, his muscular upper body bare, lay sprawled out on the far left side of the large bed, fast asleep.
On the right side of the bed, Na'er was holding someone tightly in her arms like an octopus.
The person had their back to the door, revealing a large expanse of their fair and delicate back.
Their long golden hair was scattered across the bed, and the straps of their silk nightgown had long since slipped down to their elbows, a glimpse of their cleavage that sparked the imagination.
etc.
Long, golden hair?!
Ning Rongrong rubbed her eyes, then looked closely, and... wasn't that Prince Qian Renxue, disguised as Xue Qinghe?!
Boom!
It was as if a thunderbolt struck Ning Rongrong's mind, instantly making her extremely clear-headed!
"Holy crap?!"
Ning Rongrong's eyes widened like bronze bells as she looked back and forth between Xuan Hao, Na'er, and Qian Renxue with disbelief.
A lone man and a lone woman... no, it's one man and two women!
Early in the morning, disheveled, sharing the same bed!
This scene looks absolutely wrong from any angle!
"Are you guys playing this outrageously?!"
Ning Rongrong roared inwardly, a sour jealousy and anger at being deceived instantly shooting straight to the top of her head!
"Bastard! Scumbag! Big liar!"
"How did you so righteously guarantee this to us? Who said they would absolutely not practice communal dining?!"
"And then what? You turned around and carried Qian Renxue into the room, and that's how you started having a threesome with Na'er?!"
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