As expected, An You was already home.
Huang Lan and she were both by the window, bathed in the sunlight that had turned golden and was gradually shifting to a golden-red.
One lay sprawled on the tatami mat, dozing with half-closed eyes and exuding a lazy aura, though her sexy figure made the scene somewhat discordant and threw off the vibe. Meanwhile, the other sat in a hanging chair, swinging her calves while holding a textbook and reading, occasionally looking up at the scenery outside, the hanging chair creaking in a non-grating manner as it swayed.
Suddenly catching An Yang returning from the outside out of the corner of her eye, she immediately put down the book in her hand and turned the hanging chair around. Seeing An Yang push open the door and enter, she said, "Off work?"
"Yeah, school's out for you too?"
"Aww, I've been home for a good half-hour."
"Reading?" An Yang asked, glancing at her as he untied his tie, his eyes immediately landing on the thick book resting on her fair, tender thighs.
"What else? It's almost finals, and things are going to get busy again in a few days. I still have to read, after all."
"Huh? The book you're reading isn't a novel like The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, is it?"
"It's a professional textbook!!!" An You roared angrily.
"Alright, anyway, study hard."
"I know... Wait!" An You's expression changed abruptly. "Why does everything you say the moment you walk in the door sound like you're an elder and I'm a kid?"
"The moment I walked in? When did I even speak to you the moment I walked in? You spoke to me first, alright." An Yang calmly sat down on the sofa. Xiaochán, a maid-outfit-wearing figure who suddenly materialized from goodness