Zhou Yao's request
Dinner passed in a warm, cozy atmosphere, and the sisters Yang Aijin and Yang Ailian felt happy and content.
Their husband, Zhou Yao, was truly so talented and deeply learned. One could tell as much from his novel, Dream of the Red Chamber.
After spending the past few days with their husband Zhou Yao, Yang Aijin and Yang Ailian felt that he was mysterious and formidable. There was nothing he couldn't do, and their hearts were filled with happiness and sweetness.
After dinner, Yang Aijin and Yang Ailian immediately went to wash up, scrubbing themselves clean before climbing into bed to wait for their husband, Zhou Yao.
Zhou Yao smiled as he watched his wives, the sisters Yang Aijin and Yang Ailian, go about it. He knew why they were being so eager.
The influence of Dream of the Red Chamber was no joke, especially on two teenage girls. No... they were no longer two young girls, but two young women.
Zhou Yao also went to wash up, scrubbing himself clean before getting into bed and lying down.
As soon as Zhou Yao lay down, his wives Yang Aijin and Yang Ailian immediately cuddled up to him, one on each side, and lay in his arms.
Zhou Yao knew perfectly well what the sisters were up to. He patted their backs and said with a smile, "My two wives, it's getting late. Shall we rest?"
"Husband..." Yang Ailian called in a cutesy, affected voice. Zhou Yao's heart raced at the sound, and he instantly reacted strongly. The sisters felt it too, and their cheeks turned crimson in an instant.
"Go on! You two are being so eager and forward tonight. Is there something you want? Just say it!"
Yang Aijin smiled and said, "Oh... husband, it's really nothing! We sisters just want to know what happens next in Dream of the Red Chamber! Please tell us!"
"Oh... so that's what it is! But you two know that I spent the whole day writing Dream of the Red Chamber."
"Now I can't think of anything. You should know that writing a novel takes inspiration. Without it, you can't write. Do you understand?"
Writing a novel naturally required inspiration, and Yang Aijin and Yang Ailian knew that. They were both fans of novels and had once thought of writing one themselves, but they had no inspiration. They didn't know what kind of novel to write or where to begin.
Yang Aijin said coquettishly at his side, "Husband, I just want to know what happens next in Dream of the Red Chamber. I just want to know what happens next in Dream of the Red Chamber, husband..."
On the other side, Yang Aijin also said coquettishly, "Husband... I want to know what happens next in Dream of the Red Chamber too."
"Do both of you want to know what happens next in Dream of the Red Chamber?"
"We both want to know. We both want to know what happens next in Dream of the Red Chamber."
"All right, but you two have to promise me one thing."
"Husband, what is it?" Yang Aijin and Yang Ailian asked in unison.
"Bring your ears closer, and I'll tell you."
After Zhou Yao told his wives, Yang Aijin and Yang Ailian, what he wanted, their cheeks instantly burned hot, and their faces turned red all the way behind their ears.
Although it was awkward and embarrassing, the sisters did as he asked.
And so another great battle began. Eighteen thousand words have been omitted here...
Early the next morning, Zhou Yao got up feeling refreshed. Seeing his wives Yang Aijin and Yang Ailian still sound asleep in bed, he went over and kissed their fragrant lips, then happily went to make breakfast.