Seeing that it was almost three o’clock, Zhao Ran straightened the covers and soon fell asleep.
The next day, Zhao Ran was awakened by the movements of his stepmother as she got out of bed. She was putting on her shoes by the bedside.
“Good morning, Stepmom.”
Zhou Yun turned to look at him and said softly, “Good morning. Sleep a while longer—I’ll get up and make breakfast.”
Zhao Ran sat up. It was not even 7:30 yet. “I’m getting up too. If I fall back asleep now, it’ll be harder to wake up later.”
Stepmom gave a soft “Mm,” then opened the door and went out.
Zhao Ran got up, changed his clothes, and took advantage of the early hour to tidy up a bit. He lingered a little longer enjoying the air conditioning before finally turning it off and heading out.
The weather was still muggy and hot today, but there was a hint of a light breeze. Autumn was approaching, driving away the stifling, humid southern heat and bringing a touch of dryness.
From his parents’ room came the sound of Zhao Ping’s snoring. Stepmom hadn’t turned on the air conditioning for him, and the door was left open. She seemed unbothered by the noise and simply told Zhao Ran to wash up and have breakfast.
After eating, Stepmom went out, saying she wouldn’t be back for lunch and that Zhao Ran should go to his aunt’s house for a meal. That suited him perfectly—after all, if he were to see Zhao Ping awake later, he wouldn’t know whether to try reasoning with him or to start an argument.
Thinking of the message Wu Dan had sent him the day before, Zhao Ran set off directly and sent her a message just before arriving.
So, by the time Zhao Ran reached the place, before he could even ring the doorbell, the door opened. It was Wu Dan who had let him in.
As soon as she saw him, she raised a finger to her lips and whispered, “Shh… You’re early, cousin. My parents are still asleep. Keep it down.”
Hearing this, Zhao Ran quickly nodded to show he understood.
The next moment, he was pulled inside. Wu Dan closed the door, then gently led him back to her room and locked the door behind them.
As soon as they entered the room, they tangled together.
Just as Zhao Ran was about to make a move, Wu Dan nibbled on his ear and whispered, “Cousin, take it slow. Let’s try something different today.”
But Zhao Ran was already burning with desire and paid no attention to her words. His large hands slipped inside Wu Dan’s clothes, and her tender, pink nipples stiffened under the rubbing of his thumb and forefinger. “Here… does it feel good?”
“Mmm~ yes…” Wu Dan couldn’t hold back soft moans as he fondled her. The clarity in her eyes gradually gave way to pure desire.
“Then… let’s keep going…” Zhao Ran said hoarsely, lowering his head to take her breast into his mouth, sucking fiercely.
Wu Dan’s breasts weren’t particularly large, but they were firm and full—just enough to fill Zhao Ran’s hands. Her soft, pink breasts were kneaded into different shapes under his touch.
Her eyes grew hazy with pleasure, clouded with sheer desire. Her lips parted slightly as if she wanted to say something, but no words came out.
Zhao Ran’s rough palms rubbed back and forth over her hardened peaks before he leaned close to her ear and asked, “Did you want to say something?”
The stimulation drew another soft moan from her. “I need…” Her legs squirmed restlessly, and a wave of warmth dampened the space between them.
Lost in a daze of desire, Wu Dan whispered softly, “I need you…”
With that, she suddenly pounced on him, clumsily pressing her lips to his in a frantic, biting kiss.
Zhao Ran didn’t find her biting unusual at all—instead, it sent a wave of sweetness through his heart.