Time slips away quietly, like sand through your fingers.
The "punishment" on the tatami mat has quietly changed its form, with offense and defense shifting and strength and weakness becoming more distinct.
Yuzuru had the upper hand, trapping Aoko beneath him, and the scene was quite harmonious for a time—if one ignored the fact that one of them was almost completely overcooked.
The girl's pajamas were disheveled, the shoulder straps had already slipped down to her arms, revealing large areas of snow-white, delicate skin that looked like the finest mutton fat jade and her exquisite and alluring collarbone.
Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were unfocused and unfocused, and she was breathing heavily with her mouth slightly open, looking as tempting as if she had been thoroughly "tasted" and was ready to be picked.
Yuzuru was burying his face in her chest, lingering there, as if savoring the sweetest morning dew, a special edition with its own sweetness and youthful fragrance.
Aoko unconsciously held his head tightly, her slender fingers threading through his soft hair, her body trembling slightly. She had long forgotten what resistance was, completely immersed in the unfamiliar and surging tide of passion.
Just then—
"Um......"
On the other side, Xiaolan let out a lazy moan, her long eyelashes fluttered a few times, and she slowly opened her sleepy eyes.
The sunlight was a bit dazzling, and she subconsciously squinted, habitually looking to her side—usually at this time, Nan would give her a good morning kiss, it was a regular routine.
The scene that came into view left her somewhat dazed, her brain still slowly booting up and loading.
Nan was indeed having breakfast with "herself".
The spot where he was lying... seemed to be near his chest?
Xiao Lan blinked groggily, even unconsciously curving her lips into a smile, a hint of indulgence and helplessness in her voice: "Nan... still like a little kid... so greedy... aren't you full...?"
She often said this because Yuzuru Nan really liked... well... eating in all senses, from food to... her.
However, as she was laughing, she suddenly realized that something was wrong.
The CPU began to run slowly.
etc.
Nan was lying there eating.
So...who am I?
I'm lying here, but I don't feel any weight on my chest.
Then... who is that disheveled, flushed girl beneath him, making soft sobs?!
Xiaolan's gaze suddenly focused, as if a camera had adjusted its focus, and she instantly became completely awake.
That face that looked almost exactly like hers—it was Aoko!
Her boyfriend and her best friend were right next to her, right in front of her, their official girlfriend, engaging in an R-rated act! What is this? A live-streamed morning couples workout?!
This scene! This composition! This damn sense of déjà vu!
—A sleeping wife, an evil husband, and a dear best friend!
Isn't this the classic plot of those melodramatic afternoon dramas she watched with her mom?! Is she supposed to cough up blood, turn evil, seek revenge, and then discover everyone has a terminal illness?!
Xiaolan's forehead was instantly covered with black lines, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze and cool down.
An indescribable emotion, both cold and hot, erupted violently in her chest like a volcano!
She originally thought that she could be as open-minded about this kind of thing as Sonoko, after all, she herself had agreed to "share" last night (even though she was drunk), and she thought she was quite generous.
But! Theory is theory! Imagination is imagination!
When this scene unfolded before her eyes in real time, without any buffering or blurring, and she could even hear the faint sound of water, Xiaolan realized that she simply couldn't handle it and had overestimated her ability to bear it!
What magnanimity! What sharing! To hell with it!
Jealousy has completely changed her!
Jealousy caused her plasmids to separate!
—Her anger drove her to want to dismantle the Gundam with her bare hands!
A powerful, almost tangible black aura surged out of Xiao Lan's body, as if a switch had been flipped on some kind of personality. The temperature in the entire room dropped several degrees, and even the sunlight seemed to dim.
Her fists were clenched so tightly they cracked.
"What are you doing, doing something good?"
Xiao Lan's voice was deliberate and chilling, like a Siberian icy current, carrying a strong killing intent and the imposing aura of a wife catching her husband cheating.
The two people, who were "concentrating" on savoring the dessert and being thoroughly enjoyed, suddenly froze, as if a pause button had been pressed.
Hanyu Nan and Aoko answered almost instinctively and in unison, their voices still hoarse and dazed from the lingering emotions:
"Eating dessert..." / "Being eaten dessert..."
After he finished speaking, the two of them were stunned and looked at each other in bewilderment.
This dialogue...this scene...this synchronization...how damn familiar it is, it's like history is repeating itself!
An extremely ominous premonition, like ice water poured over a head, instantly extinguished all the romance and rosy bubbles.
The two of them turned their heads stiffly, like rusty robots, little by little.
He met Xiaolan's eyes, which seemed to be spitting fire and flashing with a terrifying red light!
The black aura emanating from her body was almost solidified, and her long hair moved without wind, as if she was about to transform into a Super Saiyan, or even a berserk one!
—Caught in the act of cheating!
Or the kind where the perpetrator is caught red-handed, the evidence is irrefutable, there's no way to deny it, and the scene is extremely erotic and tragic!
Aoko's face instantly turned ashen white from the flush of passion. Overwhelmed by shame, fear, and a sense of despair that felt like "my life is over," she wished she could faint or disappear on the spot.
She frantically tried to push Yuzuru away, her hands and feet weak as she tugged at her disheveled clothes, but her body was so limp that she had no strength at all; instead, she looked more like a mistress provoking the wife.
This brutal scene of being caught in the act of adultery sent chills down the spine of even the battle-hardened Yuzuru Hanyu.
"Xiaolan, let me explain. It's not what you think... This is an academic study about... uh... morning blood sugar supplementation..."
He tried to save it.
"explain?"
Xiao Lan slowly, gradually sat up, moved her wrists, and her joints made a teeth-grinding "crackling" sound. She revealed an extremely "kind" smile, while the black aura behind her almost engulfed the entire room.
"Okay...explain..."
"I'm listening..."
Her voice was terrifyingly gentle, each word sounding like it was being squeezed out from between her teeth.
"While I was listening..."
"Let me stretch my muscles and warm up first..."
Before the words were finished—
"Drink it!"
Ran slammed her fist into the tatami mat next to her, without even using any karate techniques; it was purely the force of her angry body.
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