For easier movement, the woman had her legs spread wide apart, her pink flower-like opening completely exposed to the air. A white vibrator moved back and forth within it, stirring up strings of glistening droplets that dripped onto the sheets, soaking a large patch.
“Mmmph ah…”
Zhou Yun covered her mouth with one hand, stifling her own cries.
This tension caused her lower body to clamp down even tighter on the toy, sending another wave of tremors through her body. Her face wore an expression of both pleasure and agony.
Zhao Ran took in the entire scene. Watching the toy tightly gripped between Zhou Yun’s legs, he imagined it was his own member instead. The motion of his hand quickened.
On the bed, Zhou Yun gradually came back to her senses from the pleasurable haze. Remembering that Zhao Ran might be back soon, she pulled the vibrator out from below.
With a wet pop, the vibrator was extracted, and a copious amount of her nectar flowed out along with it.
Her face flushed, Zhou Yun cleaned the vibrator and tucked it back under her pillow. She then grabbed her clothes from nearby and prepared to get dressed.
Right at that moment, Zhao Ran also reached his own release. Before Zhou Yun could notice, he intended to simply pull the door shut.
Unfortunately, he misjudged the force, and the door closed with a distinct, clear sound upon latching.
Zhou Yun heard the noise and immediately looked over.
“Who’s there?”
Zhao Ran cursed himself inwardly, but at this point, he had no choice but to brazen it out.
While Zhao Ran was still figuring out how to respond, Zhou Yun had already quickly put on her clothes, gotten off the bed, and was walking towards the door.
“Is that you, Xiao Ran?”
Zhao Ran grunted in affirmation, but before he could offer any explanation, the door was pulled open from the inside.
“Xiao Ran, have you been drinking?”
Zhou Yun frowned at Zhao Ran, reeking of alcohol, unable to suppress her anger.
“You’re still young. How did you learn to drink alcohol like those bad kids out there?”
Zhao Ran listened to the scolding with his head lowered, but suddenly, an idea came to him.
Zhou Yun was about to lecture him further when she saw Zhao Ran sway and nearly fall. She hurriedly reached out to steady him.
“Xiao Ran, are you alright?”
Zhao Ran didn’t answer. Zhou Yun frowned, feeling a bit puzzled. “You silly child, are you drunk?”
Zhao Ran shook his head. “N…not drunk…”
As he said this, his body swayed again unsteadily.
Seeing him like this, Zhou Yun couldn’t help but shake her head.
Forgetting her suspicions about whether Zhao Ran might have seen something he shouldn’t have, her immediate concern was to support him and help him back to his room.
Feigning drunkenness was indeed the right move, Zhao Ran thought, half-squinting his eyes, relishing the warmth and softness of Zhou Yun’s body against his, feeling a secret thrill.
When they reached Zhao Ran’s door, Zhou Yun pushed it open with one hand and flipped the light switch.
The room was instantly bright. Zhou Yun helped Zhao Ran to the edge of the bed and looked at him with concern.
“Xiao Ran, how are you feeling? Dizzy?”
“Mm,” Zhao Ran murmured in a low voice. “I’m fine, Stepmom. You… you should go rest too.”
Worried the lingering effects of the alcohol might make him feel worse later in the night, Zhou Yun was still uneasy. “Well, call me if you need anything.”
Zhao Ran, squinting, collapsed onto the bed. “Got it.”
He appeared utterly out of it from drink, but in reality, he was already scheming.
Zhou Yun watched him sprawl carelessly on the bed, still fully dressed and wearing his shoes, and couldn’t help but sigh.
Who goes to sleep like that, still in their clothes and shoes?