Tiantianquan: Haven't seen your husband in a few days. Do you miss him?
Song Xinya: When you say miss, in what way do you mean?
Tiantianquan: Emotionally, physically—which way do you miss him?
Song Xinya: I wasn't thinking about it physically, but hanging out with a dirty mind like you suddenly makes me want it.
Tiantianquan giggled: You get a physical reaction just being around me? Babe, you don't want to sleep with your husband, you want to sleep with me.
My bed is a bit too big for just me. How about you come over to my place tonight?
Song Xinya: Give it a rest. If you don't have the equipment, don't take on the job. Even if we lay in the same bed, we'd just be chatting under the covers. We couldn't actually do anything.
Tiantianquan: True, who told me not to grow a magic wand so I could drill in and out and make you feel good like your husband does.
After not seeing her for a few days, Comrade Tiantianquan was as dirty-minded as ever.
Better you than me. Song Xinya quickly diverted the trouble, shifting the topic back to her friend.
Has Chen Siyan been drilling you lately?
Tiantianquan was eating spicy chicken. She was about to spit out a piece of chili, but upon hearing Song Xinya's words, she gulped. The chili got stuck in her throat, making her tear up from coughing.
Cough, cough, cough! Song Xinya, what kind of nonsense are you spouting? Chen Siyan and I haven't even gotten off the ground. We aren't boyfriend and girlfriend, so what would he be drilling?
Song Xinya: I wonder who it was that let Chen Siyan drill them with his tongue in a bar restroom.
The chili in Tiantianquan's throat was almost coughed up, but provoked by Song Xinya again, it fell right back down.
Cough, cough, cough! Song Xinya, you are my doom!
With her throat burning mercilessly, it was hard for Tiantianquan to speak, so she finally stopped her witty banter.
After dinner, since she got off work early today, Song Xinya went with Tiantianquan to the beauty salon where Tiantianquan worked for an ultrasound skin tightening treatment.
Song Xinya lay on the bed while Tiantianquan held thermal gel, applying it to her cheeks.
A transparent, sticky liquid covered Song Xinya's face.
Tiantianquan looked at Song Xinya in this state: Oh my god, babe, seeing your face covered in liquid like this makes me think of something else.
Song Xinya: Keep making dirty jokes and you'll end up in a shiny coffin.
Tiantianquan: Keep judging my morals and your whole family will meet their maker.
Alright, I'll shut up and focus on your facial.
Holding a device that looked like a forehead thermometer, Tiantianquan moved it inch by inch across Song Xinya's cheeks.
An hour later, Tiantianquan said: All done. Get up and check out the results of taking these shots.
Song Xinya sat up and washed the stuff off her face.
She stood in front of the mirror. Visibly, the results were remarkable; her skin had become tight, fair, and tender.
This beauty treatment really works.
Tiantianquan: Of course. Every shot counts, every shot is nourishing, and every shot feels amazing.
Song Xinya: How much does it cost to do this once?
Tiantianquan: Our clinic's ultrasound machine is the most high-end in the country. Other people pay ten thousand yuan per session, but for you, my best friend, it's on the house.
Song Xinya: Thanks, I'll come to you for this from now on.
Tiantianquan: Whenever you come, it's free.
Song Xinya: Let's get our graves close to each other in the future, so we can still hang out after we die.
Tiantianquan: I'm so jealous of you for having such a beautiful and generous bestie.
After the beauty treatment, Song Xinya drove Tiantianquan to her door, then returned to Zijin Huating.
It was already late at night, but Song Tingye was still sitting in the living room.
Song Xinya: Why aren't you asleep yet?
Song Tingye looked serious: Sis, I want to talk to you about something.
Seeing his serious expression, Song Xinya also sobered up and asked: What is it?
Song Tingye: I feel like I'm lacking vitamins lately. Can you buy me some fruit?
Song Xinya: Sure, what kind?
Song Tingye: An Apple 17.
Song Xinya: ...
After all that, this was his actual goal.
Song Xinya: Looking at your frail little body, it seems you want to take a hit from my reinforced concrete-like fist!
Song Tingye: Hahaha, Sis, I was just joking with you to make you smile, don't take it seriously.
If his sister agreed to buy it, he'd score a free phone.
If she didn't, he'd just say he was joking.
Either way, he wouldn't lose.
Song Xinya couldn't be bothered with Song Tingye and walked upstairs. I'm going to bed.
Sis, Song Tingye called out to stop her. This time, not only his face but his voice was completely serious: Why didn't you let me go tutor Jian Yiyi today?
Song Xinya withdrew the foot she was about to step onto the spiral staircase with, turning around to look at him: You want to see Jian Yiyi?
Song Tingye: Yes, I want to see her.
The siblings locked eyes, staring into each other's gazes.
Song Xinya: Why do you want to see her?
Song Tingye didn't hide anything and said directly: Sis, I suspect Jian Yiyi is our lost sister, Song Tingyou.
