The Many Layers of Tricks of a Sickly Girlfriend

Chapter 1

Chapter 1: The Taste

On Friday, strong winds blew the willow branches along the roadside to one side.

Chai Qianning stopped her car at the traffic light intersection, watching the flashing red light ahead. The light emitted by the light, under the dark, cloud-covered sky, had a somewhat eerie quality.

She turned off the car's air conditioning, rolled down both windows, and looked outside. A gust of wind rushed in, lifting the ends of her hair.

At the same time, a car drove up and stopped next to her, and a graceful woman inside caught her eye.

The woman had her hands on the steering wheel, and almost at the same time as Chai Qianning looked over, the woman also looked over, their eyes meeting unexpectedly in mid-air.

Perhaps the wind was too strong and blurred people's eyes, because the woman squinted her eyes, and with a slight smile on her lips, it was as if she was winking at her.

Chai Qianning shifted her gaze, returning it to the front. The red light turned green, and she stepped on the gas and drove off, her hair billowing in the wind. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the woman's car from before also driving off in front of her.

She thought the woman would turn at some intersection ahead, but the car remained in her sight, following the same route as her.

It wasn't until she drove up to the entrance of the underground parking garage in the residential complex that Chai Qianning finally realized that this person lived in the same complex as her.

After parking the car, Chai Qianning walked to the elevator. The woman from before also came over and stood a little to the side in front of her, also waiting for the elevator.

It's not unusual to run into someone who lives in the same neighborhood, even the same building and unit, when you go out.

At that time, Chai Qianning only regarded her as a stranger passing by. When the elevator reached the basement level, the woman went in, and she followed her in.

The woman pressed the button for number 11, then turned around and asked her, "Which floor?"

Chai Qianning withdrew her hand from pressing the floor button and replied, "10th floor, thank you."

"You are welcome."

Chai Qianning stood slightly behind the woman, her eyes drawn to the woman's appearance for a few moments before she looked down at her phone.

At that time, she smelled a fragrance in the elevator. It was very faint, but she remembered it clearly. It must have been the scent emanating from a woman.

In that short time, all Chai Qianning could think about was what brand of perfume the other person was wearing. Later she realized that it was the scent of her future wife.

In particular, Chai Qianning inadvertently noticed a small green wink pendant on the keychain the woman was playing with.

The first thought that came to Chai Qianning's mind was that the other person was a lesbian, but she couldn't be completely sure.

After exiting the elevator, Chai Qianning walked to the last room in the corridor, took out her key from her bag, and opened the door. Just then, her phone rang.

A friend asked to borrow her venue to host a lesbian singles party, and Chai Qianning chatted with her for a while.

At this time of day, it would usually be bright outside, but now it was gloomy and dark inside. Chai Qianning turned on the living room light and went to the balcony to bring down the clothes while talking on the phone with a friend.

She was holding the clothes pole in one hand when the wind suddenly blew her, and she almost lost her grip on the clothes and was about to fall. Fortunately, she reacted quickly and grabbed the clothes in time.

Not far outside the window, a red plastic bag was being carried away by the wind, from one side to the other. A bed sheet from the opposite building, belonging to someone, was blown away and hung on a tree.

Chai Qianning glanced at the bed sheets hanging on the tree a few times, thinking that it was fortunate she came back early, otherwise the bed sheets hanging outside would have been ruined.

After putting away the bedsheets, she planned to close the window and prepare for the storm.

On the other end of the phone, my friend was still talking non-stop.

Chai Qianning stopped at the edge of the balcony, feeling the strong wind blowing fiercely across her face. The heat and stuffiness of the past month vanished at this moment.

Her fingers lightly rested on the railing, still warm from the sun a few hours earlier. Chai Qianning gathered her hair into a loose ponytail and held it in her hand.

Suddenly, without warning, a soft piece of fabric covered her face, blocking her view, and the fresh scent of laundry detergent wafted into her nostrils.

Before she could even react, Chai Qianning instinctively caught it with her hand.

When I received it, I was surprised to find it was a red bra.

Chai Qianning blinked, said her last words to the person on the other end of the phone, then hung up and peeked outside.

The balcony had security bars, and strands of her hair peeked out from them. Chai Qianning raised her hand to hold it, her ring and little fingers still hooked around the strap of her bra, as she peered out.

A slight sliding sound came from the window on the floor above. Chai Qianning looked up and unfortunately met the gaze of the person upstairs.

It's the woman I ran into outside earlier.

The woman lived on the eleventh floor, and she lived on the tenth floor. When they met those shimmering, watery eyes, Chai Qianning recognized her almost instantly.

The woman upstairs was looking down, and she must have seen her own underwear float into the balcony of the person downstairs, but she was powerless to do anything about it.

What an embarrassing situation.

Chai Qianning thought to herself that perhaps she shouldn't look outside; there was no need to add her to such an awkward situation.

A sound came from afar, and heavy rain swept in, causing the trees in the neighborhood to bend low and disappear into a curtain of rain.

Chai Qianning immediately pulled the window shut, but her wrists still got some rainwater on them.

Raindrops pounded against the windows, accompanied by a terrifying wind that engulfed the tall buildings.

There is nowhere to escape from anything.

Looking out from the inside, everything was gray and gloomy. Chai Qianning held the bra in her hand and was lost in thought for a moment before putting it down on the sofa.

Now all she had to do was wait for the woman upstairs to come down and ask her for her clothes back, but after about twenty minutes, she still hadn't heard a knock on the door.

The storm came and went quickly, and the light returned outside, but Chai Qianning still hadn't seen him.

Is it because you're embarrassed?

Chai Qianning went to the bedroom to find clothes, preparing to wash her hair and take a shower. As she walked through the living room with the clothes in her arms toward the bathroom, she saw the red underwear again.

Red has a strong visual impact and makes people think of how charming and elegant the owner must be.

She glanced down at her own, then at the one on the sofa; without comparison, there is no harm.

It has to be admitted that the size of that red bra is one she will never have the chance to wear, which shows that the woman wearing that bra must have a very hot figure.

Chai Qianning was lost in thought. After finishing her half-hour shower, she dried her wet hair with a towel and then let it fall loose down her back.

Because it was too stuffy, she went to the balcony and opened the window. The fallen leaves, mixed with water, were enough to illustrate the mess left by the storm.

The setting sun appeared on the horizon, its shimmering orange light falling on the hollow, making even the stinking puddle seem more elegant.

The splash of red on the sofa had a strange allure, drawing Chai Qianning's attention whenever she drank water or tidied the table.

Chai Qianning recalled the scent of the woman she smelled in the elevator, and the fragrance she felt when her clothes brushed against her face, all of which stirred a tender corner in her wandering thoughts.

The kitchen trash was full, so Chai Qianning tied a knot in the trash bag, then tidied up the trash in the living room and took it downstairs to throw it away.

She went downstairs wearing only a summer nightgown and slippers.

No one lives on the first floor of the building; it's a living room. There's a large trash can outside each unit. As Chai Qianning stepped out of the elevator, she felt a cool breeze at the door.

There were several wet and muddy clothes on the ground. After throwing away the trash, Chai Qianning picked them up and hung them in the lost and found in the hall.

Because of the strong winds in City A, people's clothes and blankets often get blown away in the residential areas. Therefore, the lost and found office has a rack specifically for people to hang up found clothes.

Chai Qianning once saw her long-sleeved shirt, which had been missing for more than a month, on it.

She glanced around the room but didn't find anything she had lost. Just as she was about to go upstairs, she ran into the woman upstairs again.

The woman was downstairs picking up her clothes. While Chai Qianning was waiting for the elevator, she overheard the conversation between the cleaning lady and the woman.

The cleaning lady was complaining about the unpredictable weather; it had been windy and rainy an hour ago, but now the weather was suddenly clear. The woman responded to her a few times. Then she took a wet short-sleeved shirt that the cleaning lady had picked up.

When the elevator finally arrived at the first floor, several people got out of the elevator. The woman had already retrieved her lost clothes and followed Chai Qianning into the elevator.

Although the two bumped into each other several times in less than a day, Chai Qianning initially had no intention of getting to know the other person.

The woman was beautiful, but she didn't dare to look at her closely because she felt it wasn't appropriate to stare at someone she didn't know well.

But the woman smiled and took the initiative to talk to her: "I just moved here. If I hadn't seen it in the property management group, I wouldn't have known there was a lost and found here. I've passed by downstairs several times without noticing it."

Since the other party had spoken, it wouldn't be good for Chai Qianning to remain cold, so she exchanged a few pleasantries with her.

When they were almost on the tenth floor, the woman smiled and said goodbye, "We'll be neighbors from now on, please take care of me."

Back home, Chai Qianning pondered the words. The other person had described their relationship as that of neighbors. If a neighbor's clothes had fallen into her yard, shouldn't she tell the neighbor to come down and get them? But why didn't the neighbor ask her for them? She couldn't very well just hang up a piece of underwear at the lost and found, could she?

Based on her years of experience judging people, she knew that the other person must have known that her underwear had fallen onto her balcony. The fact that he seemed hesitant to speak in the elevator just now probably indicated that he felt embarrassed about the situation.

Perhaps the other person no longer wanted the underwear, so she couldn't be sure if the other person would want to hear that the clothes had fallen on her balcony. If the other person really didn't want it anymore, then telling her would only embarrass the other person, so the safest approach was to wait for the other person to speak.

Chai Qianning thought this way, but then she wondered if she would think she had a collecting fetish if she didn't return it to the other party and kept it.

Besides, even if the other person feels embarrassed and doesn't want the clothes anymore, wouldn't it be inappropriate for her to throw them away on her own initiative?

After hesitating for a while, Chai Qianning finally convinced herself that out of consideration for her neighbor, she picked up the garment and personally delivered it to the person.

Chapter 2 Bachelor Party

The elevator was going down, but Chai Qianning was too lazy to wait, so she chose to take the stairs, since it was just a matter of going up one floor.

The staircase was probably rarely used, so the floor was spotless and smooth, and you could even vaguely see your own reflection if you looked down.

Chai Qianning held the undergarment in her hand. It was surrounded by a layer of openwork lace and had a slightly rough texture. The inner layer was made of soft and smooth fabric, which felt hot in her palm and burned into her heart.

The layout of the eleventh floor was almost identical to that of the tenth floor, so Chai Qianning was able to easily find the apartment above her.

At that time, Sheng Muxi was trying on several pieces of clothing sent by her friend in her room.

Her phone was lying on the bed, and she was on a voice call.

Shi Manwen said on the other end of the phone, "How is it? Does it look good?"

Sheng Muxi looked at herself in the dressing mirror, turned slightly to the left and right, and commented, "It's a bit... well."

Shi Manwen: "What? These are a few pieces that I carefully selected for you, taking into account your figure. Don't you like them?"

Sheng Muxi: "Good dew."

Shi Manwen: "Sister, we're going to a bachelor/bachelorette party, not to class, okay?"

"Where is it exposed? I don't believe it unless you video call me and let me see."

"You wish." Sheng Muxi smoothed her hair and paced back and forth in front of the mirror. "You don't need to dress like this for a bachelorette party, do you?"

Shi Manwen: "Isn't this just a good opportunity to bring out your figure? Just think, with your figure, paired with a deep V tight dress, you'll definitely be the center of attention. You might even find a boyfriend then."

"If you dress too formally, you might not fit in with the other people at the party."

Shi Manwen kept babbling: "You usually wear a formal suit to teach students every day, which is fine, but when you go to a party in your private life, you don't show off your good figure. What a waste! You might as well give yourself to me."

Sheng Muxi joked, "I also want to share half of my figure with you, but unfortunately, I can't."