After another mont passed.
Lin Yiren suddenly stood up, with a hint of drunken coquettishness, and took Liu Shii’s hand, saying: "Sister, don’t leave tonight. The night is still long, let’s get closer as sisters."
Her hand was slightly red, carrying the warmth of alcohol.
Liu Shii was montarily stunned, instinctively looking at Xu Wendong, seeing the sa surprise and anticipation in his eyes, she nodded as if driven by spirits, her cheeks growing ever hotter, like clouds soaked in sunset.
Xu Wendong hurried to prepare the guest room.
But Lin Yiren smiled and stopped him: "Why bother, just sleep in our room, the bed is big enough." Saying this, she pulled Liu Shii towards the bedroom, her figure swaying like a willow in the wind.
Xu Wendong’s eyes revealed an incredulous look, obviously not expecting his sister-in-law to let Sister Shii also sleep in the master bedroom...
This...
Is this going to be a dragon playing with two phoenixes?
Thinking of this, Xu Wendong’s heartbeat beca even more rapid, like the dense beats of a drum ringing in his chest.
He eagerly entered the bedroom, looking at the large bed, feeling sowhat at a loss, his gaze darting between the bed and the two won...
Lin Yiren gently sat on the edge of the bed and began to undo her hair bun.
Her jet-black long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, emitting a faint fragrance of hair.
She raised her eyes to look at Liu Shii, her gaze carrying a flirtatious drunkenness, like a fox demon flickering in the night, captivating souls: "Sister, co, sit down with us."
Liu Shii’s cheeks were flushed, like a ripe peach, she gracefully moved her lotus steps, slowly sitting at the edge of the bed, her skirt lightly brushing, leaving a lingering scent.
Xu Wendong stood by, his throat bobbing, only feeling his mouth dry and tongue parched, as if in a scorching desert in desperate need of sweet rain to quench thirst.
Lin Yiren reached out and gently pulled Xu Wendong over, letting him sit in the middle of the two.
Then, her hand gently rested on Liu Shii’s shoulder, her fingers slender and long, like carved sheep jade, softly saying: "Our eting today is fate, in the days to co, let’s look out for each other."
Liu Shii nodded slightly, her eyes full of complex emotions.
Initially, she thought Lin Yiren was hostile towards her, yet she didn’t expect her to invite her to sleep together!
Thinking of this, she reached out and held Lin Yiren’s hand.
Palm to palm, conveying a subtle warmth.
At this mont, the light was dim, the lamp wick occasionally flickered, the halo cast over the three gently swayed, sketching a scene both forbidden and alluring.
Xu Wendong only felt his mind a blur, muddled by alcohol and the scene before him, his hand unconsciously encircling the waists of the two beside him.
His fingers slightly sank into the soft skin, feeling the warmth and elasticity of their bodies.
Lin Yiren and Liu Shii’s bodies slightly tensed, yet did not break free, instead gradually leaning towards him.
For a mont, their breaths intertwined, heavy and hurried, the sound of heartbeats growing ever louder, threatening to shatter the silent night.
In this ambiguous atmosphere, clothes silently slipped off piece by piece.
Lin Yiren’s ink-colored qipao, with her slight turn, slowly opened at the neckline, revealing skin as fair and smooth as congealed fat.
Her skin under the light seed to shimr like silk, her collarbone finely defined, like a graceful touch of charm beneath a swan neck.
She gently raised her hand, fingers pinching the fastenings of the qipao, unbuttoning them one by one, her movents gentle and slow, as if partaking in a sacred ritual.
The qipao slid along her curves, first revealing rounded shoulders, which under the light glead with a lustrous sheen, pearl-like and enticing.
Then slender arms, the skin smooth and delicate, seemingly able to pinch out water.
Finally, it piled at the bed’s edge, like a wilting ink-colored flower, witnessing this mont of madness.
On Liu Shii’s side, she stood, back to Xu Wendong and Lin Yiren, her fingers delicately pinching the zipper at the back of her long dress, slowly pulling it down.
The wine-red dress loosened, sliding along her body, the lace lingerie within teasingly visible, outlining her proud curves.
Her shoulders subtly trembled, a mix of shyness and passion ignited by alcohol.
Turning around, the fullness of her chest erged, the top adorning like the most vibrant bloom at a spring tip, catching eyes.
The abundant peaks gently rising and falling with her breath, as if proclaiming youth and vitality to the world.
Her flat stomach tight and firm, without a trace of excess flesh, under the light casting a faint glow, akin to exquisitely polished jade.
The skin-to-skin contact, body temperature gradually rising, mutual gaze containing both the flas of desire and a touch of unease at the blending of unfamiliar emotions.
Xu Wendong’s hand road over Lin Yiren’s body, from her smooth back, gently moving upward.
His fingers caressed along the groove of her spine, each touch seeming to carry a current, prompting her to softly pant, her gasps akin to the most alluring nightingale song in the night’s sky.
His hand reached her shoulder, gently kneading, the strength just right, both soothing her tension and igniting her desire.
Then glided to the slender waist, fingers delicately twirling at her side, Lin Yiren’s body subtly twisting, seemingly accommodating, her hips gently swaying, the curve increasingly enticing.
Next, his hand went down, explored the slight rise of her buttocks, gently holding, feeling the tight elasticity.
Not only that, he even lightly slapped twice, emitting a soft "pa" sound.
Lin Yiren’s body shivered slightly, her face flushed deeper, casting an angry glance at Xu Wendong, yet her eyes carried charm.
And his other hand didn’t idle, softly brushing Liu Shii’s cheek, sliding from her cheek down to her neck, gently stroking the delicate neck.
Liu Shii couldn’t help letting out a soft hum, akin to a wounded deer whimpering.
His hand continued downward, resting at her enthralling collarbone, fingertips tracing the lines gently.
Occasionally with a light fingertip touch, Liu Shii’s breath quickened, her bosom heaving fiercely, the softness of her chest swaying with breath, ever more enticing.
His fingers followed her cleavage, softly downward, across her flat stomach, arriving at her inner thigh, softly caressing.
Liu Shii’s legs trembled slightly, instinctively clamping, her face full of shyness and an intolerable feeling.
Although she and Xu Wendong privately did many things, in front of Lin Yiren, she still felt sowhat restrained.
But as ti passed.
Lin Yiren and Liu Shii also gradually shed their reservations, occasionally brushing each other’s hands, which surprisingly did not shy away, seeming to explore a new intimacy.
Lin Yiren’s fingers unintentionally grazed Liu Shii’s exposed arm, the sensation like electricity, accelerating both of their heartbeats simultaneously.
Liu Shii also reached out, lightly placing it on Lin Yiren’s thigh, fingers trembling, feeling the warm skin, even boldly pinching lightly.
Lin Yiren let out a soft exclamation, a fleeting mix of shyness and reproach passing through her eyes.
Then, Lin Yiren also reached out to stroke Liu Shii, from her shoulder, along her arm, to her palm, fingers entwined, feeling each other’s warmth.
They embraced, collapsing onto the bed, the blanket gently pulled over, covering this shocking scene.
Xu Wendong, between the two, felt Lin Yiren’s gentle tenderness and Liu Shii’s passionate exuberance, truly indescribable!
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