Zhang Xian held Wen Yulan's delicate body, inhaling the refreshing and tantalizing fragrance, feeling quite smug. This subtle sensation lent a unique flavor to the moment.
Wen Yulan bit her teeth, daring not to move for fear of waking up Yueyue.
Duan Hong, lying on the other side, saw Zhang Xian embracing Wen Yulan. She smiled gently and said, "Elder Sister Yulan, maybe I should go back to my own room. Sleeping together like this feels really crowded and uncomfortable."
"No…" Wen Yulan said, "You can't leave."
Duan Hong frowned and said, "Elder Sister Yulan, how can we sleep with the four of us crammed together?"
"I…" Wen Yulan jutted out her buttocks, pushing Zhang Xian off before angrily saying, "Stop it, Zhang Xian. There's no room for you, there's not enough space."
Zhang Xian frowned, "Elder Sister Yulan, why are you being like this?"
