"Xiaoman used to... have poor health and get sick all the time, right? How come she's... so..."
Lu Xuexue just smiled without saying a word, her eyes curving into crescents.
Shen Qingling picked up the conversation, leaning forward slightly and pointing at Luo Shuling with her slender finger:
"Some things are like a powerful tonic. If you can handle it, the more you take it, the more energetic you become, and the better your condition gets."
His gaze swept over Luo Shuling's body, which shone with a healthy glow but was now weak and sore, and he came to a conclusion:
"But clearly, you belong to the type that... can't handle it, you've gone too far."
As he spoke, he suddenly reached out and lightly slapped Luo Shuling's round, firm thigh, which was exposed outside the hem of her shirt, making a crisp "smack" sound.
"Look at you, you always work out the hardest and have the best physique, and look what happened?" Shen Qingling withdrew her hand, her tone tinged with a hint of exasperation.
"You're the most useless one. You look good but are of no use."
The slight pain on her thigh made Luo Shuling hiss, and she felt even more like crying. She simply covered her burning face with her hands, and the sound came out muffledly from between her fingers:
"This...this can't be my problem, can it? What time did you leave? What time is it now?"
"You're just a fraud." Shen Qingling's words were concise and to the point, delivering the final verdict.
As Lu Xuexue listened to the two bickering, the maternal smile on her face grew more and more pronounced.
She liked this atmosphere, even though there was a subtle, even overt, competition between them because of their shared man.
There are several factions: Luo Shuning's faction, Luo Shuhe's faction, her and Shen Qingling's faction (confidential), her and Gu Ximan's faction (Gu Ximan's own opinion), and Luo Shuling, who is detached from palace intrigue, not included in the marriage certificate, and doesn't care at all.
But at this moment, putting all that aside, they are sisters who can tease each other, share secrets, and even sympathize with each other in similar situations.
Luo Shuling slumped on the sofa for a while before the heart-pounding soreness and dizziness subsided slightly.
She lowered her hand, her eyes clearing slightly. She patted her chest, still shaken, and sighed:
"You guys don't know... I really feel like I need to find a few more girlfriends."
These words were straightforward and honest. Upon hearing them, Shen Qingling and Lu Xuexue nodded almost simultaneously, their faces showing deep agreement.
On this issue, they reached an unprecedented consensus.
The atmosphere eased, filled with a sense of relief and intimacy, as if they had survived a disaster.
Lu Xuexue took out yogurt and delicate sandwich cookies from the kitchen refrigerator. The three women, with very different styles but equally beautiful, shared snacks in the living room late at night.
Luo Shuling remained slumped lazily, sipping her yogurt; Shen Qingling gracefully ate her biscuits; while Lu Xuexue sat obediently in the middle, looking at this one and then at that one, her eyes full of warm smiles.
They chatted in hushed tones, their conversation ranging from whimsical topics to mundane everyday matters, occasionally interspersed with teasing about one or two people, and playful banter about each other's current situations.
The three of them are now practically playing their cards openly.
The air was filled with the sweet scent of yogurt, the creamy aroma of cookies, and the faint, mixed scent of women's shower gel and some other secretive fragrance.
This was a brief and peaceful "halftime" moment that belonged to them.
In the lulls between intense “battles” and amidst the intricate web of relationships, this sofa became a temporary haven and a gathering place for sisterly tea parties.
At least for now, they can steal a moment of leisure, finding a peculiar resonance based on shared "encounters" in sharing snacks and whispering.
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