Chapter Eleven: Inside and Outside the Door
“You’ve got guts, haven’t you?!”
“I… I don’t…”
“Making progress, I see!”
“…It’s not like that…”
“Keeping girls overnight now! And several at once!”
“…You’ve got it all wrong, Sister Yameng…”
Outside Lu Li’s room, Chu Jingyi, An Baili, Wen Hupo, and Chen Jianing lined up with their heads pressed against the door, eavesdropping on the conversation inside. The girls, who had been fiercely competing during the card game, were now strangely united.
Chen Jianing was the most bewildered of the four. “Is that Lu Li’s older sister?”
Chu Jingyi glanced down at her and nodded slightly.
“Do you think Lu Li will be beaten to death? I can hear his voice breaking…” An Baili’s tone was less concerned and more gleeful.
Wen Hupo, still cradling her cat, narrowed her eyes, trying to peek through the crack in the door to see what was happening. Unfortunately, when Zou Yameng had kicked them out, she’d locked the door and even covered the gap with her jacket, making it impossible to see inside.
Lu Li’s voice gradually faded. Chen Jianing snorted and crossed her arms. “I’m going to my aunt’s place. Little country bumpkin, we’ll settle the score another day!”
Hearing the familiar taunt, An Baili bristled. “Who are you calling a country bumpkin?”
“Whoever acts timid and shy is a country bumpkin.” Chen Jianing lifted her chin proudly. She then mimicked An Baili’s cautious mannerisms with surprising accuracy, drawing a laugh even from Chu Jingyi. An Baili’s inherent insecurity often manifested in subtle gestures, like shrinking her neck when she sat up or hunching her back slightly when she walked. Overall, she seemed ill at ease.
An Baili was furious. She could tolerate anyone calling her a country bumpkin, but not Chen Jianing. Of all the girls close to Lu Li, Chen Jianing was the least well-off, and An Baili refused to be looked down upon by her. She lunged for Chen Jianing’s collar, but Chu Jingyi held her back. “Alright, Baili, it’s getting late. Let’s go home…”
Chu Jingyi glanced at Lu Li’s door. “Besides, I don’t think Lu Li will have a pleasant night.”
Wen Hupo watched them silently, stroking Miss Lu’s chin. The cat purred contentedly, rolling over to expose her clean, white belly. A sweet smile touched Wen Hupo’s lips. She enjoyed this life, with its playful banter, her cat, and the person she liked… Her time in Shenzhou had been more exciting than all her previous years combined.
“Hupo,” Chu Jingyi said, suddenly adopting a more authoritative tone. “It’s not appropriate for a girl to stay at Lu Li’s place for so long. I’ll help you find a place to stay soon, and we’ll sort out the residency registration issue too…”
“No.” Wen Hupo lifted her head, the orange sunlight illuminating the side of her face, reminding her of the first time she met Chu Jingyi last year in the activity classroom. Back then, they had also clashed, neither willing to back down. History often repeats itself. But back then, she found the world mostly dull; now, she saw it bursting with color.
Chu Jingyi and Wen Hupo stared at each other, neither speaking. If gazes were tangible, theirs would have transformed into clashing swords, sparks flying at the point of contact. This was the first time An Baili had seen Chu Jingyi so serious. She wasn’t even this intimidating during her disciplinary duties…
Wen Hupo’s gaze was also intimidating. Of course, in An Baili’s opinion, Wen Hupo was always intimidating. Just standing there silently, she exuded an inexplicable pressure.
In the end, Wen Hupo looked away, pretending to pet her cat. It wasn’t that she was afraid of Chu Jingyi, but rather a natural feeling of inferiority she experienced in her presence. Chu Jingyi had helped her, and now she was stealing her boyfriend. No matter how strong Wen Hupo appeared, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt.
Fortunately, Chu Jingyi wasn’t aggressive. She sighed and turned to leave. Chen Jianing followed, calling out over her shoulder, “Cat lady, little country bumpkin, just you wait! I’ll be back tomorrow!”
An Baili ignored her, watching Chu Jingyi’s retreating figure. She had a feeling that, for Lu Li, the always accommodating Chu Jingyi might be the biggest obstacle on his path.
The sounds from inside the room gradually subsided, as if Lu Li and Zou Yameng were whispering. Wen Hupo looked at An Baili. “Let’s go to your place for a bit. I have some questions for you.”
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Inside, Lu Li was pinned beneath Zou Yameng. She straddled him, her long, athletic legs trapping his head. This was Zou Yameng’s favorite position for disciplining her younger brother, a habit from their childhood. Whenever Lu Li misbehaved, Zou Yameng would take advantage of her earlier physical development to pin him down, forcing a humiliating apology from little Lu Li.
“If I hadn’t come back tonight, who knows what kind of trouble you would have gotten into, huh?!”
Zou Yameng snarled. She was truly angry. She’d been foolish to give herself to her brother, to play along with his antics, hoping it would keep him from chasing other girls. During her time in the Capital City, she had even planned their future: An Baili would be Lu Li’s wife in name only, acting as a little maid while she and her brother ran the household.
Zou Yameng was wearing summer shorts, not particularly short, but in this position, they rode up a few inches, becoming the length of hot pants. Her fleshy thighs pressed against his cheeks. Looking down, he could see the smooth, muscular lines of her inner thighs. Already aroused by the card game with the four girls, Lu Li naturally reacted, instinctively thrusting his hips upward, rubbing himself against Sister Yameng’s buttocks.
“You?!” Zou Yameng’s face flushed crimson, a mixture of embarrassment and anger.
This position, once a nightmare during his childhood, now felt like a reward. Sister Yameng’s grip was tight, his chin pressed against her most sensitive area. He could even smell the rich, feminine scent emanating from between her thighs—a mixture of her own fragrance, a hint of sweat, and another familiar scent…
Lu Li’s hands reached for Zou Yameng’s slender waist, pulling her down before she could react, pressing her firmly against him. Their position shifted into a tight embrace. He could feel the underwire of her bra digging into his chest, her ample breasts pressed against him.
“Sister, I missed you so much…” Words spoken from the heart carry power. The anger on Zou Yameng’s face melted away like snow, replaced by boundless indulgence and forgiveness. She could never refuse Lu Li.
In the next moment, Lu Li kissed her, a passionate, wet kiss filled with love and desire. It was impossible to tell which was stronger. Zou Yameng’s body went limp. She instinctively tried to resist, but Lu Li held her hands firmly. Finally, she closed her eyes, surrendering to the tide of passion.
This was why those outside the door could no longer hear anything.
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