Jennie shook off 001 and wrapped herself in a bathrobe before leaving the bathroom. She was greeted by the sight of Lisa sitting stiffly on the sofa. When she saw her come out, she immediately shot to her feet.
Jennie could tell that she was embarrassed, but she chose not to comment on it. Ignoring her, she picked up a clean towel and started to dry her hair. However, because her hair was too long, a few tresses kept slipping out. Impatient, her movements increased in aggression until her head eventually started to hurt.
Lisa asked tentatively, "I can help you with that?"
She simply couldn't bear to stand by and watch as Jennie destroyed her own hair. It made her heartache, so the question had involuntarily slipped out.
Thinking she had been too abrupt, she looked at Jennie awkwardly and hurriedly tried to explain, "Your scalp will hurt if you keep doing that."
Jennie stopped wiping her hair and looked up, scrutinizing her as if skeptical about her intentions, but then she recalled her attentive care for her during her time as a human vegetable and relaxed.
"Okay," she agreed, surprising Lisa when she passed the towel over. However, she quickly recovered. Carefully, she helped her dry her hair, and although she actually wasn't very experienced, her movements were exceptionally gentle and attentive. She made sure that she wasn't hurting her at all.
Soon, she became more skillful, and she even started to lightly massage Jennie's scalp as she carried out her ministrations. It felt so comfortable that Jennie felt her eyes droop a bit.
As expected, this woman was good at taking care of others!
Just as she finished praising her in her heart, a wave of displeasure washed over her. What was she thinking?
Rather than saying Lisa was good at taking care of others, it should be said that she was good at taking care of her, and only her.
After all, this woman was hers. How could she let her go and take care of other people?
After Lisa helped Jennie wipe her hair, she went to take a shower. She got on her bed and habitually settled down right in the center. Then, she remembered Lisa and immediately moved over to one side.
She even measured the space with her eyes to make sure it was half of the bed before she laid down, propped her head up with a pillow, and started to read a book.
Soon, Lisa —now in pajamas— stepped out of the bathroom. There was still heat coming off of her, and she looked very much at home. Glancing over, Jennie realized that it was her first time seeing this side of her.
Normally when Jennie saw her, she would be in formal to semi-formal attire; it was very different from how she looked currently.
Seeing the space she'd made for her on the bed, Lisa's eyes flashed, and she got on the bed. She lay down and... remained completely motionless.
On the outside, it seemed like Jennie was reading a book, but she was actually observing Lisa. Seeing Lisa lie there like a corpse with her eyes closed, the corners of her lips twitched, and a trace of amusement appeared in her eyes.
Stupid woman! Lisa was so slow-witted and stupid, no wonder her past self never realized that she liked her.
She doesn't even know how to take the initiative, this stupid woman!
No matter how much she wanted to interact with her so they could understand each other more, she was helpless to the fact that neither she nor Lisa was good with words. When they were together, work was essentially the only thing they talked about.
"Are you tired?" She asked, putting down her book. Lisa looked like she was already asleep, but clearly, it was impossible for her to fall asleep that quickly. When she heard her question, she opened her eyes and responded hesitantly, "I'm alright."
Whether she was tired or not hinged on what Jennie was trying to imply. Did she want her to be tired so she could tell her to sleep and rest well, or did she want her to not be tired so they could have a conversation with each other? She was in a dilemma.
Meanwhile, Jennie was thinking: What did she mean by "alright"?
She pondered, trying to figure out whether she was tired or not.
Jennie and Lisa were two individuals with remarkable mental capabilities, they both used said capabilities to try to guess what the other was thinking. This was likely a problem with people of high IQ; they preferred to guess for answers rather than ask for them directly, and most of the time, they would guess wrong.
"Then let's sleep." She still couldn't figure out the meaning behind her answer; in any case, she felt like sleeping. Lying on the same bed was already awkward enough. She didn't really want to talk under these circumstances.
While she personally felt like her behavior was very calm and cool, Lisa somehow sensed a sulking tone to it, almost as if she was being coquettish!
It must be her auditory hallucinations again. How could Jennie, of all people, act coquettish? Impossible.
Since she was telling her to sleep, she decided to comply. After she wished her goodnight, she immediately closed her eyes again. Jennie stared at her. It was hard to tell if she was miffed or not, but she quickly turned off the lights and prepared to pull the blanket over herself.
That was when she found a problem.
Why was there only one blanket on her bed? And if she recalled correctly, there was only this one blanket in her entire room.
It put her in a predicament because Lisa was lying there in her pajamas without a blanket covering her body.
Her sleeping posture was textbook proper. She seemed to have no intention of taking her blanket. The room wasn't cold, but the temperature was bound to drop later in the night.
Jennie hesitated for a moment before moving to pull the blanket over Lisa.
"Don't steal my blanket later, you can only use half."
Having a blanket over herself was essential to her sleep, so sharing half of it with her was already very generous of her.
Lisa opened her eyes. They were bright, conflicted, and deep. Even in the dark, she could sense that she was looking at her.
Half of her bed, and half of her blanket. She wasn't aware, but what Jennie'd given her was not only half of her bed and blanket, but also half of her world. Regardless, she was full of joy and emotions.
No matter why she gave her half of the bed and half of the blanket, they were enough to create a memory that she would never forget.
In the darkness, Lisa gave a silent laugh, and then Jennie heard the sound of her System upgrading.
Congratulations on accomplishing the task once!
+1 Point.
Progress: 10/10
LEVEL 1 Accumulation Mission: Complete!
The System can be upgraded to LEVEL 2 after the Upgrade Mission is complete. The Upgrade Mission is to personally brew a cup of coffee for dear Ms. Lisa and receive her praise.
Please continue to work hard!
Complete! Ten points!
When she heard the notification, she was consumed by feelings of turmoil. She was surprised, happy, irritated, and unspeakably guilty.
Making someone smile genuinely was both hard and easy at the same time.
In the past, she'd never gone out of her way to make anyone smile. Neither had she experienced the emotions of anxiety, disappointment, anticipation, hesitation, and dedication that she had experienced in her current life. Sometimes, her past self would feel gloomy and void.
And now, she had finally completed the mission of making Lisa smile genuinely ten times. She wasn't used to the tide of emotions that were crashing against her heart, and she didn't know what to make of it either.
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Rebirth of the Film Empress' Beloved Wife [JenLisa Adaptation]
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