"Huh?"
Outside the door, Yanyan was humming quietly, her gaze flicking to her nails with a smug glint in her eye. Dressed in a vibrant purple clothes, she looked every bit the cunning she was.
Wang Xiao had co to her, 'personally' this ti, and the thought made her smile. No more clever escapes.
But her satisfied expression quickly darkened as she heard footsteps echoing down the hall. Her posture stiffened, and her eyes narrowed as she recognized the intruder. She stood tall, crossing her arms over her chest and fixing her best stare on the approaching figure.
"Stop right there! He told not to let anyone in!" Her voice rang out, firm and crisp.
"Hm?" Alia's arched brows lifted as she stepped into view, her silhouette casting a long shadow.
Her gaze fell on Yanyan—her daughter—whose eyes flashed with a rare rebellion. Alia, with her dark hair, graceful features and air of effortless authority, frowned, taken aback by her daughter's nerve.
She'd co here expecting Wang Xiao, not her reclusive daughter, standing guard at the door like a sentinel.
"I'm not just anyone, Yanyan. Step aside, I want to et him." Alia's tone was soft yet held the chill of steel. She moved closer, a wry smile pulling at her lips as she observed her daughter's expression, not unlike a cat sizing up a mouse.
But Yanyan didn't flinch.
Yanyan shot her a bold look, the fire in her eyes unmistakable. "Nope," she replied, stretching her arms across the doorfra, as if daring her mother to push past.
She wasn't about to let Alia take one step closer.
"Yanyan, move." Alia's voice dropped to a low, warning tone, her eyes glinting with barely concealed annoyance.
But Yanyan's mouth curled into a mocking smile, her voice laced with mischief.
"Alia—go back. Daddy's words first." Her words landed like a slap, and she watched with satisfaction as her mother's face clouded.
"You...!"
Alia's chest rose with an indignant breath. Her father's constant disregard was one thing she'd grudgingly accepted, but her own daughter challenging her?
The realization stung more than she'd admit. She clenched her jaw, irritation flashing in her dark eyes. How had letting Yanyan address her by her first na led to this open rebellion?
Anran's daughters had tried sothing similar, but she'd set them straight quickly.
But Yanyan—her own flesh and blood—seed determined to assert her claim.
As the two stood in a silent standoff, muffled sounds from behind the wooden door caught Alia's attention.
Her gaze flicked toward it, suspicious.
"Is he inside… with soone?"
"Yue," Yanyan said flatly, not bothering to hide her irritation.
Alia's brow arched slightly as she caught the faint sounds filtering through the door. Her lips curved in a sly smile as she caught the troubled look in Yanyan's eyes. "Odd. Those noises…"
"..."
Yanyan's own brows knitted, but she looked away, jaw tight. Alia leaned in, her voice taking on a teasing lilt. "Seems like your precious Daddy's already been 'stolen.'"
The very core of their conflict was simple: Yanyan didn't just see her as a mother; she saw her as competition.
It was a bitter rivalry, and Yanyan was determined to be the first daughter Wang Xiao shared a bed with. Now, seeing her daughter so calmly defeated and even guarding the door, Alia didn't know whether to laugh or sigh.
Yanyan's face clouded. "Impossible."
Alia's eyes sparkled with amusent. "Oh? Why not?" Her tone was smooth, enjoying her daughter's irritation.
"Because you don't understand," Yanyan snapped, giving her mother a dark look.
Alia's amusent faded, her voice sharpening. "I don't understand? Don't get ahead of yourself, Yanyan."
Yanyan's lips curved into a smirk, chin lifted proudly. "Those two? Daddy would 'never' touch them."
It was clear she was talking about Anran's daughters—Yue and Wenxi. Sohow, Yanyan's confidence in her answer was so unshakable that it made Alia pause, almost in spite of herself.
"Oh?" Alia's brows rose slightly. "And you're so sure?"
Yanyan folded her arms, the red fabric of her robe shimring with her movent, like embers flaring in the dark. "Of course," she said smugly, explaining with a glint of pride. "They're his little trophies. And what do you do with trophies?"
Alia's expression twisted into a confused frown. She'd grown almost immune to her daughter's shaless talk, but even she wasn't prepared for this bizarre turn of logic.
"Trophies are ant to be polished, admired, kept untouchable," Yanyan continued, a gleam of satisfaction in her gaze. "Take them down, and they lose their shine. He'd never risk that—not worth it —not with them."
Alia's eyes darkened slightly, her own irritation montarily giving way to realization.
Perhaps Yanyan was right.
Wang Xiao did seem to draw a particular 'guilty' pleasure from Yue and Wenxi's untouchable, innocent presence.
The thrill, it seed, lay in the closeness without crossing that line.
It made an odd, twisted sense. And, for once, Alia felt the sting of reluctant agreent with her daughter's logic.
Yet Alia had no idea that sothing entirely different was going on behind those closed doors.
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Gasp!
Yue stumbled forward, and Wang Xiao's strong hands caught her, gripping her delicate shoulders. Her skin felt soft, almost ethereal, like the petals of a fragile flower—so delicate that even the slightest pressure might leave a mark.
A slender finger rose to her lips, brushing them in disbelief. Her wide eyes searched his, a mixture of shock and sothing deeper stirring beneath her gaze. Wang Xiao t her look with a faint, mischievous glint, as though he'd just played a trick and enjoyed every second of her reaction.
In his arms, her body felt small and cool, but her flushed face betrayed the warmth building beneath her skin. She could barely find her voice—words slipped away, every inch of her feeling thoroughly… handled.
Her lips, still warm from his kiss, trembled slightly. A smirk tugged at the corner of Wang Xiao's mouth. "Be careful what you wish for," he murmured, his hands slipping down to her lower back, caressing her with deliberate slowness.
His touch continued, pressing into the curve of her smooth, firm backside, the contrast of cool and warm as his fingers traced along her skin. There was sothing almost addictive about the way she felt under his hands.
"You wanted this, didn't you?" Wang Xiao's voice dropped to a low murmur, filled with playful amusent as his gaze held hers. "Could've saved us both a lot of ti if you'd just said so… And here I was, wondering what to do with you."
He leaned in, his lips brushing against the heated skin of her cheek, leaving a trail of soft, teasing nips along her jawline.
Nibble. Kiss. Nibble.
His touch was feather-light but sent shocks down her spine, making her tense and shiver all at once.
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Yue's cheeks flad, her face and neck flushing a fiery red, her pulse racing so intensely she could almost hear it—thump, thump, thump.
Her lips still burned with the warmth of his kiss.
She bit her lip to ground herself, but the effort only made her heart pound harder, betraying her. Her gaze darted away, but his hand slipped under her chin, guiding her face back to his. "Look at you," Wang Xiao smirked, his thumb brushing her flushed cheek. "You set daddy in fire and now you're acting all innocent?"
"I..." Her throat tightened as she swallowed, unable to find words, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Set a fire in him? Her mind spun.
"Not answering, huh?" he teased, leaning in closer. "But I can feel it. You're burning up… here…" His lips found hers again, capturing the warmth radiating from her mouth as his hand slipped lower, tracing the curve of her back.
His touch slid down between her thighs, finding her heated entrance, and the sensation made her shiver, her toes curling in response.
Wang Xiao felt a surge of heat as he caressed her forbidden flower, his own body responding instantly.
The room grew warr, the scent of her soft and intoxicating. He couldn't resist, leaning down to capture her lips once more—this ti harsher.
"Mmmghhh…"
Yue let out a surprised sound, but her small hands found their way around him, clinging to him for support.
She might have forgotten she was lying bare above him—if not for his hands exploring her every small little detail.
"D-Daddy… don't pinch…" Yue's breath hitched as she pleaded with misty eyes, her lips parting in a soft gasp as his hands moved over her, gripping and kneading her soft, round mounds, each squeeze sending her heart thumping wildly.
She tried to squirm away, a low groan slipping out, but he pressed his lips to her neck, murmuring against her skin, "Take it…" He took her small hand, guiding it between them, placing it right at the center of his legs.
"!!"
Yue froze, stunned as her fingers wrapped around sothing hot and mighty, the heat and size growing with each passing second.
Words died on her lips as an unfamiliar thrill pulsed through her, her slender fingers tightening instinctively around the hard length.
She'd always been curious about how 'that' would feel, and now, holding it in her hand, her heartbeat thundered in her chest.
'This so warm…' she thought, rembering the last ti she'd accidentally caught a glimpse.
But feeling it now, hot and pulsing beneath her grip, was sothing else entirely—a different, almost overwhelming sensation.
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