Inside the Wang family villa, the morning was stirring in its usual quiet chaos.
Wang Mei had darted off to university, Wang Xueying was off to work, leaving the place in the "capable" hands of Wenxi and Yue—the queens of so-called "accidental" chaos.
Wenxi, the little cotton ball, was still snuggled deep in blankets, dead to the world. But Yue was already up and had claimed Wang Xiao's private bathroom as her morning sanctuary.
Hissss...
In the bathroom, steam curled thickly around her as she stood under the shower. Hot water beat down, fogging up the glass and wrapping her like a warm cocoon.
Droplets ran over her, slow as honey, tracing every curve—slipping along her smooth shoulders, rolling down to the soft, rounded mounds on her chest, where two pink cherries tightened from the heat.
Drip… drip… Little droplets trailed from her collarbone, winding over the subtle curve of her waist and down her thighs, vanishing at her ankles.
