"Ah, what...?"
Qin Chuan was stunned on the spot.
When he left the house this morning, his stepsister had said something similar.
The difference was, then she was setting a trap for him, but now, she seemed to really want to help him.
Looking at the anticipation filling his stepsister's bright, watery eyes, Qin Chuan was at a loss for a moment.
"You shameless bastard! She's your stepsister, how can you have improper thoughts about her?"
Qin Chuan fiercely scolded himself in his heart, then hurriedly helped Ye Wenxi up. "Wenxi, listen to me. You're my little sister, I'm your older brother, we can't..."
"Aren't you still mad at me, mad that I treated you that way before?"
Ye Wenxi's nose turned sour, and her eyes instantly filled with a mist of tears.
"No, how could I be mad at you?" Qin Chuan soothed her patiently.
"Then is it because I'm not pretty enough, you don't like me?" Ye Wenxi asked again.
Qin Chuan gave a bitter smile. "How could that be? You're so pretty, who wouldn't like you?"
"That's not the kind of 'like' I mean. I'm talking about the kind of like between a man and a woman!" Today, Ye Wenxi clearly wanted an answer.
"Uh..."
Qin Chuan was tongue-tied, and only after a while did he explain, "You're my little sister, I'm your older brother, I..."
"You're my dad's adoptive son. We have no blood relation. You're not even on my family's household registry. There's no legal relation between us."
Ye Wenxi laid it all out directly, and even brought up last night. "You were willing to let Mom help you last night, so why won't you let me help?"
"You... You heard everything last night?"
Qin Chuan's eyes widened in shock, wishing he could just dig a hole and crawl into it.
How humiliating, all those things with his stepmother, and his stepsister overheard everything. What could possibly be worse?
Qin Chuan honestly wished he could just die right now.
"Yeah. So don't try to brush me off with those family-ethics excuses. I just want to know why you won't let me help you," Ye Wenxi persisted.
For a girl who grew up in a single-parent household, love was always missing—there was a part of a father's love that could never be filled in.
So from a young age, Ye Wenxi had longed for someone to give her the kind of love a father would.
She had no shortage of suitors, even some older rich men trying to keep her as a mistress.
But without exception, she turned them all down.
What she wanted was never material things, nor some childish romance.
What she wanted was someone like Qin Chuan, someone who would stand in front of her without hesitation when things turned dangerous.
This was the sense of security she needed.
In her nineteen years, Qin Chuan was the only man who'd given her this feeling.
Right now, she longed to tear apart those so-called rules, to let Qin Chuan accept her.
Faced with Ye Wenxi's repeated questioning, Qin Chuan sat on the bed, not knowing what to do.
Seeing that he wasn't responding, Ye Wenxi gathered her courage and straddled him, hooking her arms around his neck.
"Wenxi, little sister, don't do this..." Qin Chuan gave a wry smile.
"Can you really say you don't feel even a bit of that kind of man-woman attraction for me?"
Ye Wenxi gazed into his eyes—at this moment, she looked like a little devil who'd just stepped through the Forbidden Gate.
"You don't have to answer me. It's already answered for you."
With that, Ye Wenxi slipped one of her small hands down and grabbed hold of Qin Chuan's raging erection.
"Brother is already this hard—why are you still holding back?"
Ye Wenxi bit her lip, then whispered in Qin Chuan's ear, "Doesn't big brother want to be the first man inside Xixi's body?"
Whoa!
The moment she said it, Qin Chuan felt his scalp go numb.
This kind of temptation was simply deadly.
He couldn't understand how Ye Wenxi, a girl who'd never had a man, could know so much.
If you didn't know better, you'd think she was a seasoned pro.
The truth was, Ye Wenxi didn't know anything herself—she had no experience, all this she'd learned from Su Qian.
That little slut Su Qian was always sharing this stuff with her.
Of course, mostly it was complaining: that her boyfriend didn't know how to have fun, wasn't lasting enough, had tried so many times and still surrendered before even getting it in.
Ye Wenxi couldn't help glancing down at the massive member pressing right against her most private spot.
"Qin Chuan's is so big, he must last a long time, but..."
Ye Wenxi swallowed nervously, her heart pounding: "It's so big, can it really fit in? Su Qian said it hurts a bit the first time. If Qin Chuan's is this big, won't it hurt even more?"
Thinking this, Ye Wenxi couldn't help but tremble as she said, "Qin Chuan... can you be gentle with me? I'm... I'm scared it'll hurt."
"Okay... okay."
Qin Chuan's voice was hoarse, his throat feeling like it was on fire, unbearably dry.
Then, he slowly wrapped his arms around Ye Wenxi's waist.
Nineteen-year-old waist—soft, slender, fitting perfectly in his grasp.
As soon as Qin Chuan gently squeezed, Ye Wenxi went limp all over, as if she'd been shocked by electricity.
"Qin Chuan, I want a kiss," Ye Wenxi pouted coquettishly, a rare show of affection toward him.
Qin Chuan nodded, one hand hugging her waist, the other threading through her hair, slowly caressing up from her fragrant neck.
Soon, she couldn't take these teasing touches—her eyes turned hazy, her breath quickened, turning into one moan after another.
"Mm~~ Qin Chuan~~~"
Each moan was like heaven's music.
The curves of her now-developed breasts rose and fell with her gasping breaths.
Qin Chuan was a little surprised by how aroused she was.
Is this how virgins react?
Or is her body just special?
He'd only teased her a little, and she was already getting as excited as a cat in heat.
If he went any further, would she just peak right there?
Driven by curiosity, Qin Chuan's big hand moved up to her chest.
Even through her clothes, he could feel her trembling.
The next moment, Ye Wenxi seemed to turn on a switch, clinging to Qin Chuan's neck. "Qin Chuan~~~"
With that, her lips pressed right onto Qin Chuan's mouth.
A girl's lips—soft, moist, uniquely tender.
Qin Chuan, inexperienced, slipped his tongue between her teeth, tasting the sweet juices from her mouth.
"Mm~ mm~~~"
From time to time, sounds of pleasure escaped the girl's lips.
You could hear that she was holding back as much as she could, but still couldn't help crying out.
Her aroused little hands went from hooking Qin Chuan's neck to hugging him tight.
Her slender legs, still in white socks, clamped tightly around Qin Chuan's muscular waist.
She was practically hanging on him.
Her perky little ass moved back and forth like it had a motor, rubbing against him uncontrollably.
She was lost in a feeling of floating ecstasy, no longer content to just fool around.
To be filled.
She wanted to be one with Qin Chuan, wanted him to fill her emptiness, fill her up completely: "Qin Chuan, I can't take it anymore, please give it to me, hurry and give it to me..."