His left hand cradled Jiutiao Meijie’s rounded hips while his right hand pressed down on the back of her head as he captured her lips in his mouth.
Dubian Che kissed her and moved toward the large bed.
Reaching the bed, he securely wrapped his left arm around Jiutiao Meijie’s upper body and skillfully pulled down her pantyhose with his other hand.
It came off in one swift motion.
Even with Dubian Che’s memory strong enough to recall a long-forgotten adult video series after just one viewing, he couldn’t remember how many times he had taken off Jiutiao Meijie’s pantyhose.
Throughout this process, Dubian Che never let go of her lips.
The tender touch was captivatingly addictive.
"What’s wrong?" Dubian Che shifted his target downwards, kissing her beautifully curved snowy neck.
Jiutiao Meijie squirmed as though ticklish, "Behind you."
Dubian Che grabbed Jiutiao Meijie’s shoulders, forcefully turning her body around.
While scooping up her long hair with one hand, his lips found her pale neck.
His right hand lifted the skirt over her hips, and then...
"You’re insane!" Jiutiao Meijie pushed him slightly, "Look behind you!"
"Behind me?" While Dubian Che was still pondering what new position this could be, he looked over his shoulder out of habit.
The mother of Jiutiao nodded slightly, "Calling me Mom is a bit premature."
Dubian Che slowly turned back, first straightening Jiutiao Meijie’s askew underwear and then picking up the pantyhose, preparing to put it back on her.
"You’re going to put it on after it’s been on the floor?" Jiutiao Meijie retracted her leg dissatisfiedly.
"Don’t move!" Dubian Che spoke in a low voice, "I don’t know what to do, think of something!"
He retrieved Jiutiao Meijie’s bare foot and leisurely began putting the pantyhose on.
Jiutiao Meijie gave him a disdainful glance, pinched his waist, then wrapped her arms around his neck, hanging on him halfway.
Resting her chin on Dubian Che’s shoulder, she addressed his mother who was still behind him,
"It’s late. Mother, you should head back."
"It’s only seven o’clock, isn’t it still early?"
"Dubian and I usually sleep at seven."
The mother of Jiutiao gave a meaningful "Hmm" sound, filled with a teasing tone.
She slowly stood up, "Alright, I’ll leave for today then."
"Aren’t you going to walk me out, my darling daughter?"
"Do I look like I can move right now?" Jiutiao Meijie gestured to her legs.
After all this time, the pantyhose was only pulled up halfway, stopping at her knees.
The mother of Jiutiao laughed softly, "Don’t let me interrupt, have fun."
After the door closed, Dubian Che finally exhaled in relief.
"I was terrified, why did your mother suddenly show up?"
"I should ask you why you suddenly came over," Jiutiao Meijie said while removing her pantyhose.
"I missed you. What other reason could there be?"
Saying this, Dubian Che pulled down Jiutiao Meijie’s T-shirt from both shoulders, revealing her delicate collarbones and the upper part of her breasts.
The sight was blindingly mesmerizing.
Dubian held onto her collarbones, nibbling them as if he were savoring meat.
"Right," the door opened again.
Dubian Che ’whooshed’ his face into Jiutiao Meijie’s bosom and froze.
"Give Shen Jie a chance with the Kanagawa issue; after all, he’s family too."
"Got it," Jiutiao Meijie soothed the back of Dubian Che’s head.
"Men are ," the mother of Jiutiao remarked, looking at Dubian Che, who was hiding his face.
"Can you please leave now?"
"Hehe~" Amidst the mother’s mischievous laughter, the door was closed again.
"Was your mom doing that on purpose?" Dubian Che raised his head.
"Probably," Jiutiao Meijie responded smilingly, hands resting on his shoulders as she gazed down at him,"Let’s not talk about her; do what you’re supposed to do."
"What am I supposed to do?" Dubian Che asked, confused.
His hands, sliding along her smooth, tender thighs, ventured under the young lady’s skirt.
"I don’t know, Meijie, can you teach me?"
"Fine, big sister will teach you. Stick out your tongue."