Slurp… Slurp…
"Mmmmnnn~!"
What began as a simple kiss deepened quickly as Wang Xiao pulled them closer, slipping Wang Xueying's sweater down over her shoulders, revealing a tempting hint of her pale skin beneath.
She jerked back, startled. "Brot—what do you think you're doing...?" she demanded, though her voice wavered, an flicker of uncertainty softening her tone.
Beside her, Wang Mei let out a quiet breath, face flushed, eyes half-lidded as she looked at him, lips parted and hazy with warmth.
Wang Xiao smiled, brushing a kiss across Mei's lips before turning his gaze on Wang Xueying. "What else should a man and woman do?"
"But… we're…" Wang Xueying glanced around, as if the familiar walls might chide her, a faint unease stirring. It felt almost dangerous here, in their own home.
