Bullying the deceitful and sly cousin may become addictive.
When Jiang Yan let her guard down, her little foot was suddenly caught by Zhang Xuyun.
His long and thick hands gripped her soft, white foot, startling Jiang Yan. She stared at Zhang Xuyun and questioned, "Are you really drunk? Are you pretending to be drunk to trick me?"
Zhang Xuyun didn't react, as if truly intoxicated. He held onto Jiang Yan's foot and wouldn't let go, then sneaked a kiss on her sole.
Jiang Yan was dumbfounded, now believing he was genuinely drunk.
But—that didn't mean he could kiss her foot!
Furious, Jiang Yan kicked him hard, freeing herself from the drunkard's grasp, and rolled to the innermost part of the bed.
At a safe distance, she told Zhang Xuyun, "Don't you dare kiss me today, it's not allowed. Did you hear me?"
This time, Zhang Xuyun seemed to understand, hanging his head with a dejected, pitiful look.
Jiang Yan remained unmoved.
The drunkard gazed blankly for a while, noticing Jiang Yan crawling under the covers, as if realizing it was time to sleep. He slowly took off his shoes and climbed into bed.
He started undressing himself, but his movements were clumsy, taking a long time to undo each button.
Jiang Yan had intended to sleep, not wanting to deal with the stinky drunkard. But with her eyes closed, she recalled the feeling of touching him at the Chen Family Ancestral Residence, and couldn't resist opening her eyes to look.
The drunkard flashed a subtle smile, yet continued undressing himself properly, one piece at a time.
At first, Jiang Yan just huddled under the covers, poking her head out to watch.
Zhang Xuyun undressed diligently, but clumsily, disheveling his undergarments.
The glimpses of flesh peeking through made Jiang Yan swallow hard. She tried bargaining with the drunkard, "How about we make a deal? You've already kissed my foot, so it's not too much for me to touch your body, is it?"
Zhang Xuyun seemed sullen, his eyes glistening as he glanced at her and softly refused, "No."
Who could resist that?!
If he hadn't spoken, Jiang Yan might have doubted him; but his refusal convinced her he was genuinely drunk and defenseless.
"Why not? Just a little touch, what's wrong with that..." Jiang Yan emerged from the covers, slowly reaching her little hand into his clothes.
She was intoxicated by his beauty, forgetting her lecherous cousin's favorite tactic of feigning weakness to lure prey.
Zhang Xuyun watched the little vixen merrily groping him, unable to stifle a chuckle.
Jiang Yan's eyes widened in sudden realization, but it was too late.
In a dizzying whirl, she found herself pinned on the pillow, both wrists gripped above her head, and a heavy male body weighing her down.
"You were just pretending to be drunk! You tricked me..." Jiang Yan accused with feigned tears.
Zhang Xuyun's voice was like honey, low and husky, sounding seductive as he arched a brow, "If I didn't pretend to be drunk, how would I know my cousin likes to touch her cousin's body?"
Before Jiang Yan could react, he leaned closer and murmured, "Forget it. You're not my cousin anymore, you're my little wife."
The way he added the diminutive 'er' sound made it sound oddly shameful.
He continued, "How about cousin lets his little wife touch him all she wants today?"
Jiang Yan was alarmed, struggling to suppress her raging desire as she cried out a warning, "You can't kiss my lips!"
Zhang Xuyun agreed as he began undoing her buttons, soothing her gently, "No kissing, I'll only kiss your feet, okay?"
Jiang Yan sobbed louder, "Pervert..."
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