The warm water lapped gently against their skin, the fragrant oils creating a soothing aroma. Wang Jian leaned back against the edge of the tub, his arms draped casually around Xinqiao and Yujia, who were nestled close to him. The playful atmosphere of the previous night had shifted, replaced by a more intimate and reflective mood.
Xinqiao, her initial shock subsiding, looked at Wang Jian with a mixture of confusion and hurt. "So," she said, her voice quiet, "everything you told me… it was all a lie? Just to… to get me into bed?"
She then turned her gaze to Yujia, her eyes filled with a sense of betrayal. "And you, Yujia," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "Was our… friendship, our bond, worth so little to you? That you would deceive me like this, trick me into… spending the night with him?"
