"What's wrong..." Yuan Jiang stretched and sat up sleepily. She raised her hand to rub her eyes, not paying attention to the pressure, and her delicate white eye circles instantly turned red. She blinked blankly and tilted her head to look at Shen Xiaomin curiously.
Shen Xiaomin's heart melted, and he couldn't suppress the curve of his lips. His face was flushed, and his dark gaze quickly swept over the strap of the suspender dress hanging on Yuan Jiang's slender shoulders. He took a step forward, reached out his well-defined hand, and pulled the strap of her half-fallen dress up, covering the soft flesh that was faintly visible.
"Sister, you've exposed yourself." His voice was low and husky, with an ambiguous undertone at the end.
Yuan Jiang felt as if she had been pricked by a needle, and suddenly came to her senses. Her whole body was burning hot, and even her hair felt like it was being singed: "Ah... I didn't notice."
"But you're not an outsider, so you've seen it, that's fine."
Shen Xiaomin's eyes were reddened at the corners. She was confused by those words. If he was not an outsider, then was he an insider?
"Xiao Min." Yuan Jiang revealed a wicked smile, threw off the quilt and knelt down in front of Shen Xiao Min. Her pink silk bodycon dress was fully exposed, outlining her graceful figure. Her waist was slender and delicate, her long, messy hair was draped behind her, and her skin was as white as snow.
She took Shen Xiaomin's hand: "What do you think of my figure?"
"Very good." Shen Xiaomin bit his lower lip, his chest filled with an excited, pounding heart. He couldn't suppress his excitement, his eyelashes drooped, and he glanced down, his whole body tensing up instantly.
"Do you want to touch it?" Yuan Jiang grabbed his hand and pressed it against her chest, her charming, bright fox-like eyes filled with a teasing mix of truth and falsehood.
The soft, warm touch, transmitted through the pitifully thin fabric to the rough palm, made Shen Xiaomin's fingertips curl up slightly, and his head steamed from the heat.
He wanted to pull his hand back, but at the same time, he couldn't bear to.
The sensation made him...
He couldn't resist the urge to pinch it!
Shen Xiaomin's dark eyelashes fluttered, her face flushed red to the roots of her neck, and her eyes glistened with tears as she looked at Yuan Jiang: "It feels...so comfortable..."
"So, do you like it?"
Shen Xiaomin's Adam's apple bobbed slowly as he stared at Yuan Jiang with a complicated expression. When he saw the naked amusement in her eyes, he immediately slumped down, his expression also falling. He realized that Yuan Jiang was just teasing him, and his heart ached terribly, making it hard to breathe.
He said dejectedly, "You're messing with me."
Upon hearing this, Yuan Jiang raised an eyebrow nonchalantly, secretly marveling at how clever the innocent young man was. She pushed away Shen Xiaomin's hand, rolled over on the bed, and said, "You're really smart. But how can we use the word 'play' between us?"
"I want to know how I look? Have I gained weight?"
The slip dress was already short, and as she rolled over, the hem of the dress rolled up to her upper thighs, revealing glimpses of her private parts.
Shen Xiaomin had lost all romantic thoughts and asked sullenly, "But I'm a man too."
Does the older sister only see him as a poor younger brother who needs help?
That's why she could ask him such sensitive questions without any restraint?
But he's a man. Although he's a few days shy of turning eighteen, he's very well-developed and no less so than an adult male!
Yuan Jiang puffed out her cheeks: "I know, a boy who is under eighteen."
"Only five days left!"
"Mmm, a man who's still five days away from turning 18!" Yuan Jiang couldn't help but cover her mouth and giggle, her eyes crinkling with laughter. "Alright, you should go out now, I need to change my clothes."
Today is the weekend, and Yuan Xiangci is off work. He will spend the next two days having breakfast with Yuan Jiang. Yuan Jiang is planning to tell Yuan Xiangci about Shen Xiaomin's existence.
Shen Xiaomin nodded obediently, but did not leave. Instead, she asked considerately, "Sister, what clothes do you want to wear? I'll go get them for you."
"No need, there are dedicated personnel to handle it."
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