She glanced at Zhang Shaozhong's eyes, which, though somewhat roguish, were surprisingly bright. Finally, as if resigned to her fate, she gave a very slight hum, stopped struggling, but still turned her head away, refusing to look at him.
That's practically tacit approval!
Zhang Shaozhong was overjoyed and pressed his advantage, getting closer until he could almost smell the cool fragrance emanating from Ling Qingxue and the fresh scent of the lace fabric.
Ye Meier, like a cat that had stolen some cream, smiled smugly and began to "touch" Zhang Shaozhong, occasionally blowing air into Ling Qingxue's ear and whispering things that made people blush.
The waterbed undulated gently, and the starry ceiling shimmered with an ambiguous light.
Zhang Shaozhong felt like he was dreaming.
On the left is a fairy, on the right is a witch... This bliss of having two women is simply unbelievable!
"My lord~"
Night Enchantress breathed sweetly into his ear, "Between me and that pretentious hoodlum, who do you prefer dressed like this?"
Zhang Shaozhong: "..." Here we go again! This is a death trap question!
He glanced at Ling Qingxue, whose face was tense, then at Ye Meier, whose eyes were alluring, and suddenly had an idea. He chuckled and said, "I like them both! They have different styles and their own merits! They are both my precious wives!"
"Slippery!"
Ye Meier playfully poked him, but was clearly satisfied with the answer.
Although Ling Qingxue didn't speak, the corners of her slightly pursed lips seemed to soften a little.
The waterbed rippled continuously throughout the night.
By the middle of the night, everything had calmed down.
Ling Qingxue had long since grown tired of that Lolita dress, so she changed back into her elegant pajamas. With her back to Zhang Shaozhong, she appeared to be asleep, but her slightly reddened earlobes indicated that she was not.
Night Enchantress, contentedly wearing her almost tattered "uniform," curled up on Zhang Shaozhong's other side like a satisfied cat, soon emitting even breathing sounds.
Zhang Shaozhong lay in the middle, looking left and right, feeling that his life couldn't be more perfect.
He quietly reached out, taking Ling Qingxue's slightly cool hand in his own, and putting his arm around Ye Meier's smooth shoulder.
Goodnight, ladies.
He spoke softly, a barely suppressed smile playing on his lips.
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