Thump!
Thump!!
Xiao Wu, wrapped in a quilt on the bed, turned over and saw Zhu Zhuqing lying less than a hand's breadth away.
Her heart raced wildly at the sight of Zhu Zhuqing's eyes closed, awaiting Tang Yin's affection.
What was this situation?
Back at the academy, she and Zhu Zhuqing had shared a bed countless times, but it had never felt this thrilling.
All because Tang Yin—strong and imposing—was now smirking at her while fondling Zhu Zhuqing beside her.
It felt as though both of them were lying there, waiting for his attention.
Xiao Wu froze, afraid to make a sound or movement that might alert Zhu Zhuqing to her presence.
Zhu Zhuqing, lying close by, suddenly caught a familiar scent—one that resembled Xiao Wu's.
Her lips parted softly as she whispered, "Tang Yin, why do I smell Xiao Wu's scent? Has she been here?"
Tang Yin avoided a direct answer. "This is Xiao Wu's home. Her scent is everywhere."
Zhu Zhuqing accepted this and didn't question further.
With her eyes still shut, Zhu Zhuqing felt Tang Yin's hands roam again. She shuddered, a soft moan escaping her:
"Mmm… Tang Yin, be gentler. I can't take too much… What if Ah Yin or Second Madame Liu hears?"
Tang Yin nodded.
He lightened his touch on her peaks, teasing them with slow, deliberate strokes.
"Alright. I'll go softer—just enough to please you. No more roughness like before."
"Mmm…" Zhu Zhuqing's cheeks flushed deeper as a strange realization hit her: Was she… enjoying his service?
Was it because they were in Xiao Wu's home?
Tang Yin's other hand drifted to her most sensitive peak, repeating those skilled strokes—light yet electrifying.
"Zhuqing," he murmured near her ear, "you know Xiao Wu carries my child. Does that anger you?"
As he spoke, he nibbled her earlobe, now pink and warm.
"Mmm…" Another moan trembled from her lips. Once the shivering eased, she whispered, "I… don't know."
"Or is it that you can't bear to leave me?"
"I'd never say that! I hate you—you brute! You always go too hard… leaving me sore and swollen."
"Do you really hate it?"
"Yes. I do."
"Then I'll stop."
"N-No! Don't!"
The moment Tang Yin threatened to withdraw, Zhu Zhuqing's hands flew to his neck, clinging tightly.
Her other hand slid downward, seeking the scorching "dragon spear" that promised ecstasy.
Tang Yin arched a brow at her boldness but surrendered to her touch.
So hot… Zhu Zhuqing marveled at its heat—this was her first time wielding it.
She mimicked his earlier motions: light squeezes, slow twists, feathery brushes.
Her grip on his neck loosened as both hands worked to "loosen his muscles."
Blind to the world behind her eyelids, Zhu Zhuqing didn't see Tang Yin peel back the quilt beside her—exposing Xiao Wu, curled up and wide-eyed.
Xiao Wu shot Tang Yin a glare, equal parts panic and fury. How dare he reveal her while Zhu Zhuqing was right there!
Then, to her horror, Tang Yin yanked Xiao Wu forward.
"Xiao Wu," he whispered, voice a blade of silk, "you don't want Zhuqing finding you, do you?"
Xiao Wu shook her head frantically.
The thought of her closest friend discovering her secret trysts—and now sharing a bed—terrified her.
"Then shouldn't you… participate?"
His gaze flicked to Zhu Zhuqing's busy hands.
Xiao Wu followed his look—and understood.
Cheeks burning, she shook her head. Bowing down to serve him beside Zhu Zhuqing? Unthinkable!
But Tang Yin's taunting smirk warned her: He'd wake Zhu Zhuqing if she refused.
With a resentful glare, Xiao Wu lowered her head toward Zhu Zhuqing's hands.
Zhu Zhuqing sensed a presence closing in—and Xiao Wu's scent thickening like perfume.
"Tang Yin," she gasped, "do you… love Xiao Wu too?"
The question froze Xiao Wu mid-movement. Both she and Tang Yin locked eyes, awaiting his answer.
He deflected. "Why ask that, Zhuqing?"
"Because she carries your child. If you love her… I wouldn't mind."
Zhu Zhuqing had wrestled with this. Tang Yin had given her so much—how could she repay him?
Her body? He'd never accept it as payment. Not when their intimacy was born of desire.
So she wondered: If he loves Xiao Wu, should I share him? Then we sisters could stay together…
Xiao Wu stared at Tang Yin, stunned by Zhu Zhuqing's generosity.
Would I be so selfless if roles were reversed?