"Have you touched enough?"
Tu Sijun's eyes were a little red, as if she was trying her best to endure it.
After releasing the hand that was holding Su Ping's wrist, the long robe naturally slipped off, revealing her fair skin.
Su Ping's gaze uncontrollably slid down his long neck, finally landing on his waist.
Before she could take a closer look, Tu Sijun had already realized what was happening and quickly covered herself with her long robe.
"Sister, is it pretty?"
These words sounded like they were spoken through gritted teeth.
Su Ping looked up and found him staring at her with a chilling gaze.
That look sent a shiver down her spine, and she instinctively shook her head: "It's not pretty."
"Too thin, like a child..."
Wait a minute, why does he look at her with an even more frightening gaze?
Tu Sijun was so angry that her chest heaved. She simply stopped trying to hide it, grabbed her hand, and placed it on her waist.
As if to prove to her that he was not a child, Su Ping's eyelashes trembled, as she was shocked by the delicate and smooth touch under her hand.
"Doesn't my sister like to touch things?"
As soon as Tu Sijun finished speaking, she clearly felt Su Ping's hand tremble on her waist.
Then I saw her awkwardly look away: "Don't talk nonsense. When have I ever liked touching things?"
"Besides, you have nothing here, so what's the difference between this and me touching myself?"
After Su Ping finished speaking, she tried to pull her hand back.
But Tu Sijun held her hand tightly, and she couldn't move at all.
Tu Sijun looked at her with a deep gaze and chuckled.
"Really? Let me see if they're the same."
After saying that, he actually leaned down and got closer.
Su Ping was startled and instinctively leaned back: "I know you're in a hurry, but don't panic, let me explain..."
But before she could finish speaking, Tu Sijun forcefully pushed her down onto the bed.
Because he was backlit, his face looked either angry or ashamed, and instead of its usual sickly pale color, it had a pinkish tinge.
Her lips had regained some color and looked very soft.
Su Ping swallowed hard and quickly looked away.
She repeatedly reminded herself that Tu Sijun was no good and that she should not be deceived by his appearance.
"Sister, why don't you dare look at me?"
"Between me and your brother, who do you like more?"
Tu Sijun chuckled softly and leaned closer to her to ask.
A potentially disastrous question has appeared.
Su Ping took a deep breath and met his eyes.
"I don't like any of them."
Tu Sijun's smile gradually disappeared as she heard Su Ping continue speaking.
"Tu Hengchuan is a lunatic. He locks me in my room every day."
"And you..."
Su Ping's expression was somewhat meaningful, and after a long while, he finally uttered three words.
"You can't do it."
[Host, you're practically jumping around in his minefield.]
The smile on Tu Sijun's face when she was scolding Tu Hengchuan vanished completely when she heard the last three words.
He gripped Su Ping's hand tightly, as if he wanted to crush it.
That damn woman, how dare she say he can't do it?
Su Ping realized he had misunderstood and quickly explained, "This doesn't mean that it won't work, don't overthink it."
But Tu Sijun was no longer listening to anything else; he was eager to prove to her whether he was capable or not.
"It's okay, sister. You can try me out tonight to see if I can do it."
After Tu Sijun finished speaking, her hand moved down from Su Ping's shoulder to her waist.
He hadn't forgotten what she had just said: touching him was no different from touching herself.
Since that's the case, he really wanted to see if there really was no difference.
Su Ping's breath hitched, and she quickly pressed down on his hand.
"I was just kidding. You have a much better figure than me. Calm down and don't be impulsive."
But Tu Sijun's hands did not stop, his fingertips gently caressing her waist.
"Seeing is believing, I need to see it for myself."
After saying that, he grabbed Su Ping's clothes and was about to lift them up the next second.
In her desperation, Su Ping stopped pretending, grabbed his hand tightly, and kicked him to the side.
Then she sat up straight, turned around, grabbed his wrist, and pinned him down.
Caught off guard, Tu Sijun stared at Su Ping, who was pinning her down, speechless with shock.
Isn't she weak?
How did they manage to seize the initiative in just two seconds?
After pretending for so long, Su Ping had almost forgotten that she could resist, but she never expected that Tu Sijun would be so easily overthrown by her.
"Would you believe me if I said it was a conditioned reflex?"
Su Ping felt a chill run down her spine as he stared at her.
Two seconds later, Tu Sijun grinned, a strange smile on her face, and said.
"So that's what my sister likes."
? ? ?
What utter nonsense is he spouting? What do you mean she likes it this way?!
Su Ping, looking annoyed, let go of his hand and tried to get up, but he leaned back slightly and grabbed her wrist.
"As long as my sister is happy, she can do whatever she wants to me."
He talked to himself, his gaze shifting downwards to his twisted waist.
"It's true that this isn't convenient for me, but my sister is very thoughtful."
After realizing what he was saying, Su Ping blushed.
"You misunderstood, that's not what I meant."
After saying that, she twisted her wrist, trying to break free from his grasp.
But Tu Sijun, who had just been easily pushed down without much strength, now grabbed her hand like a vise, making it impossible for her to break free.
Tu Sijun looked at her with a hurt expression: "That's not what you meant, sister?"
Su Ping was dumbfounded. What was he acting now?
The dark-colored sheets beneath him contrasted sharply with his fair skin, stimulating Su Ping's senses in every way.
Something seemed to be quietly heating up in the air. Before Su Ping could react, Su Ping's hand was grabbed and placed on his heaving left chest.
It was a little too hot to handle, and Su Ping wanted to pull back, but he stubbornly held her down.
"Sister, listen."
The sound of his heartbeat accompanied his voice, and a tingling sensation spread from my fingertips.
"It's beating for you, can you feel it?"
Staring into his shimmering eyes, Su Ping felt a chill run down her spine.
She can't stand being morally blackmailed.
That's as if her heart would stop beating if she left.
Tu Sijun heard her chuckle softly, then lowered her eyes to conceal the emotions within.
He thought she was different from other women, but he never expected that she was the kind of woman who would submit to him with just a flick of his finger.
In this respect, that woman is different from her, even though that woman is more adept at having fun.
Tu Sijun felt a pang of pain in her chest as she recalled the scene she had witnessed that day.
He stared in disbelief at Su Ping, who was pinching his skin. How dare she...?
Su Ping grinned, gradually increasing the pressure on his hand.
Since he insists on saying it this way, wouldn't it be a waste of his good intentions if she didn't do something?
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