Lin Wanqiu shouted out and immediately bit her lip.

She pinched Song Guanchao's waist shyly: "Let go!"

"Hiss, you're pinching me!"

Song Guanchao raised his hand and slapped her again.

This time, Lin Wanqiu held back from screaming, only letting out a muffled groan.

"Still pinching?"

"Just pinching!" Lin Wanqiu clutched the flesh on his waist, refusing to let go.

"Slap, slap, slap!"

Song Guanchao gave several more slaps in a row.

As he continued, the force grew lighter and lighter.

The angle of his lift also became lower and lower.

Eventually, his palm was completely pressed against this big butt.

Firmly holding and kneading it.

Their breathing grew more and more heavy and rapid.

Lin Wanqiu's small hand moved unconsciously over his body, stroking his abs and chest muscles.

"Still, still pinching?" Song Guanchao puffed out, the big butt reddened under his kneading.

Lin Wanqiu suddenly gathered strength from nowhere, pushed him onto the bed with a shove to his chest.

She knelt on the bed, her messy strap revealing half of her creamy chest.

She bit her lip, her chest quivering, creamy bosom about to spring out.

"Just pinching!" she said, reaching out again.

She pinched Song Guanchao's waist just as he was about to pull her into his arms.

Suddenly, there were footsteps outside.

In the quiet villa, the footsteps were particularly clear.

Both of them froze simultaneously, the desire in their hearts receding like a tide.

Lin Wanqiu almost laid down instantly, grabbing the quilt to cover herself.

A few seconds later, she heard the footsteps stop outside.

The two were so nervous, they lay motionless like two corpses, only their hearts beating.

Creak~

She heard the sound of the door being pushed open.

She guessed it must be her mother coming down.

Lin Wanqiu suddenly threw off the quilt, jumped out of bed, stepped into slippers, and quickly walked to the doorway.

She pressed her ear against the door for a few seconds, then turned and ran to the window.

Under Song Guanchao's astonished gaze, she jumped out of the window.

She snuck around to the front door, entered quietly, and dashed into the bathroom.

After a while, she flushed the toilet.

Then came out of the bathroom as if nothing had happened.

When she returned to the room, she saw her mother sitting by the bed, holding her phone.

She was definitely texting her father.

"Mom, what are you doing here?" Lin Wanqiu asked in confusion, not showing a hint of anything wrong.

Mother Lin heard the toilet flush, looked at her daughter, and felt relieved: "I just came to chat with you."

"I'm so sleepy."

Lin Wanqiu flopped onto the bed.

"Then go to sleep… huh, Wanqiu, why is your butt so red?"

Lin Wanqiu's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly thought of an explanation: "A mosquito bit my butt earlier, and I slapped it to death."

Mother Lin didn't know if she doubted it, but she just said "oh" and left.

After she left, Lin Wanqiu quickly crawled into bed and turned off the light.

Just as she grabbed her phone to send Song Guanchao a message, he had already sent one: "Did Auntie leave?"

"My mom saw the handprint on my butt."

"Ah?" Song Guanchao was startled.

"Hmph, that's what you get for bullying me. Tomorrow morning, your godmother will definitely ask you! I'm done talking, going to sleep now!"

Song Guanchao felt a bit flustered.

Usually, he felt no pressure when flirting with girls.

But this was in her house.

And during the day, he had called her his sister.

But at night…

Damn, how would they think of me?

Whatever, doesn't matter now.

Song Guanchao buried his head and went to sleep.

The next morning.

Song Guanchao was up by eight.

After all, it wasn't a hotel; sleeping too late at someone else's place was improper.

He got dressed and came out, seeing Lin Wanqiu's room door closed, assuming she was already up.

Arriving in the living room, the housekeeper said: "Mr. Song is up, what would you like for breakfast?"

"I'm good with anything, not picky."

Song Guanchao looked around and asked: "Where's Uncle Lin and them?"

"Mr. and Mrs. Lin went to book a hotel."

"Oh." Song Guanchao asked: "Wanqiu… sis, she's also out?"

"Wanqiu hasn't gotten up yet."

"Still sleeping?"

Song Guanchao was surprised.

This girl actually had a habit of sleeping in.

"I'll make noodles for you." said the housekeeper.

"No need, let's wait until she wakes up, we'll eat out."

The housekeeper nodded and went to water the plants in the garden.

After washing up, Song Guanchao planned to wake Lin Wanqiu up.

He pushed the door open, finding the room completely dark.

The curtains were tightly drawn, and the blackout effect was superb; not a ray of light seeped in.

Just as he was about to turn on the light, he heard a sound.

Looking for the source, he discovered it was coming from the bathroom inside the room.

The bathroom door was pushed open, and a sultry, hot figure unexpectedly burst into Song Guanchao's sight.

It was none other than Lin Wanqiu.

But what left Song Guanchao agape was that the girl wasn't wearing underwear below!

Lin Wanqiu, just waking up, had used the toilet, not noticing someone else in the room.

Only when she felt something amiss did she stop and look up.

Seeing Song Guanchao suddenly appear, Lin Wanqiu looked puzzled at first, then asked: "What are you doing here?"

"I, I came to wake you up."

Song Guanchao swallowed and hesitated, unsure if he should mention the lack of underwear.

No need to remind.

Lin Wanqiu had already noticed his gaze.

She instinctively looked down.

The very next second...

"Ah!"

Lin Wanqiu let out a shriek but quickly covered her mouth, afraid her parents or the housekeeper would come over.

Afterward, she released her mouth and covered her lower half instead.

Her legs bent, her beautiful legs tightly together, her body leaning slightly forward, slender fingers hiding her modesty.

This pose almost made Song Guanchao's nose bleed.

Even through her fingers, part of the beauty was still visible.

Song Guanchao's heart pounded as he stared.

He hadn't expected Lin Wanqiu to be so pure and fair below.

Firm and tender, just like a freshly steamed bun, full and inviting.

It made Song Guanchao want to take a bite.

"You're still looking!" Lin Wanqiu whispered, both shy and angry.

Song Guanchao quickly turned away, muttering: "Why aren't you wearing underwear?"

"I... I like sleeping naked!"

"..."

It turned out she had this habit!

By accident, he uncovered Lin Wanqiu's secret.

Lin Wanqiu took the chance to climb back on the bed quickly, leaning against the headboard, and turned on the light.

Only then did Song Guanchao turn around, finding her wrapped tightly in the quilt.

Her face was flushed red, almost dripping with rosy beauty.

Song Guanchao coughed and said: "Well, uncle and aunt went out to book a hotel. No one's home."

Lin Wanqiu huffed, "So what! Are you planning to take advantage of me?"

"..." This train of thought was too unexpected.

"Hmph, fetch me my underwear."

Lin Wanqiu extended an arm, pointing to the wardrobe: "In the left drawer."

"Oh, okay."

Song Guanchao opened the wardrobe to find a dazzling array of various types of underwear and lingerie, leaving him dizzy.

Many were quite sexy and daring styles.

There were quite a few thongs, too.

"Which one do you want to wear?"

"Whichever."

Whichever...

Song Guanchao felt mischievous and picked out a pure black thong for her.

Lin Wanqiu took it and felt her heart tremble.

This bad guy must be doing it on purpose!

"You did that on purpose!"

"You said whichever."

Lin Wanqiu bit her lip, huffed, and pulled her hand back under the quilt.

Watching her actions, Song Guanchao's heart also raced.

Did she really put it on?

Lin Wanqiu quietly observed his reaction. Seeing the look in his eyes, she suddenly smiled slyly and said: "Do you want to see how your sister looks wearing a thong?"

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