At midnight, Lu Qingyun and Jiang Ziyan supported Zhong Liying by her arms. "Liying, you’ve had so much to drink. We don’t feel safe letting you go back alone. Why don’t you co sleep at our place tonight?"
And so, Zhong Liying was brought to the villa in a daze. She was vaguely aware of soone undressing her, wiping down her body, and then tucking her under the covers.
She fell into a deep sleep.
In the middle of the night, she was woken by a powerful thirst. The mont she opened her eyes, she was startled to realize this wasn’t her ho.
She turned on the bedside lamp. It was only then that she discovered she was stripped down to just her underwear—and it wasn’t the set she had been wearing earlier. She imdiately checked her body, and finding nothing amiss, let out a long sigh of relief.
I’ve been so careless, she thought. I’ve never drunk this much before. All this ti, her high level of alertness had steered her clear of one danger after another.
But soon, a mory surfaced. Wait, this must be my sisters’ house. So one of the three sisters must have changed my clothes.
She touched the underwear she was wearing. The fabric was high-quality and felt very comfortable against her skin, clearly a designer brand. Her cheeks reddened again. She had never worn such sexy, lacy, transparent underwear before. Are my sisters all this bold? Do they all wear underwear like this?
Huh? Why did I get up again? Oh, right. I’m thirsty.
She got out of bed, but after searching the bedroom, she couldn’t find any water and had no choice but to venture outside. She’d intended to get dressed before leaving the room, but she couldn’t find her clothes anywhere. They probably got dirty last night, so my sisters must have taken them to be washed. But it’s late and everyone is asleep. It shouldn’t matter if I go out like this. Besides, no one will see .
However, the mont she pushed the door open and took a few steps, she froze. A puzzled expression crossed her face.
There seed to be soone in the living room. The sounds were coming from the direction of the sofa—low, restrained noises that sounded vaguely familiar.
Her cheeks instantly flushed. Isn’t this just like that night with Brother Sun on the sofa in my living room? I was trying to keep my voice down back then, too. It sounded exactly like this.
What a pervert, getting off on this sort of thing, she muttered to herself, preparing to turn back.
Just then, a questioning voice ca from the living room. "Who’s there?"
She froze in place, not daring to make a sound. A mont later, she sensed soone walking toward her.
Then, she was lifted into a pair of strong arms.
Just as she was about to struggle, a familiar voice whispered in her ear, "I was wondering who it was. Why are you wandering around in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"
"I... I’m thirsty," she whispered, her voice so faint she could barely hear it herself.
The man holding her, however, heard her clearly. He gave her cheek a gentle squeeze. "If you’re thirsty, just get so water. You can just walk right up to the fridge. Why are you sneaking around?"
Zhong Liying didn’t answer. Feeling how little she was wearing, he quickly understood.
Zhong Liying felt his large hands begin to misbehave. "What are you doing? Put down!"
He stilled his hands. "Alright, I’ll stop teasing. You’re thirsty, right?"
"Mm," Zhong Liying replied softly.
"I’ll get you so water, then." He carried her toward the kitchen fridge.
As he opened the door, a beam of white light shot out, illuminating the face that had been in the shadows. It was Sun Dasheng, the man of the house.
"Here, drink up," Sun Dasheng said, holding the bottle for her.
Although Zhong Liying was embarrassed, she was genuinely thirsty. She drank thirstily, gulping the water down.
After she had finished nearly half the bottle, Sun Dasheng put it back in the fridge. "Alright, don’t drink too much, or you’ll be up all night going to the bathroom."
"Mm. Brother Sun, you can put down now. I can walk by myself," Zhong Liying said quietly.
The blush on her cheeks hadn’t completely faded. In the faint light from the fridge, she looked particularly adorable and charming.
Sun Dasheng held her close and kissed her cheek. "Hold on tight. I’ll carry you back."
「In the bedroom.」
Having returned her to the bed, Sun Dasheng slid under the covers with her. Just as he was about to get frisky, Zhong Liying stopped him.
"Brother Sun, have you forgotten sothing?"
Sun Dasheng looked at her, perplexed.
Zhong Liying was almost speechless. Finally, she said, "There’s still another sister on the living room sofa."
"Oh! I almost forgot," Sun Dasheng said, slapping his forehead. "You wait here. I still have a little to wrap up out there. I’ll be right back."
Watching Sun Dasheng’s retreating figure, Zhong Liying was completely stunned.
What did he just say? He has a little to wrap up and will be right back? Is he even human?
It wasn’t long before he returned, all fired up.
After they had finished, she lay on his chest and asked, "How co that sister didn’t drain you dry? And now you’re here to tornt ."
Sun Dasheng stroked her beautiful hair and chuckled to himself. Foolish girl, this is already the fourth round.
"What can I do if you won just can’t keep up?"
Zhong Liying felt indignant. One of the sisters must have been going easy on you out of pity. It’s common knowledge which one has more stamina—the ox or the field it plows. Even a bar of steel would lt under such a tender embrace.
"One more round!"
Her energy restored, she initiated a second bout.
An hour later, she was too exhausted to speak, her eyes gazing blankly at the ceiling.
I’m such a fool. Truly. I really thought the field was stronger than the ox, but now I see how wrong I was. I’m so foolish. Why did I have to challenge his authority? It turns out he was going easy on last night because it was my first ti.
The next day, Zhong Liying buried her flushed face in the blanket. Her whole body was so sore she couldn’t get out of bed.
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