While Zhao Ran was spending a passionate night with his cousin, he was completely unaware that, at this very moment, an alluring scene was also unfolding at the “secret base” his aunt had once mentioned.
In the shared home of Zhou Jing and Zhou Yun, there was an extremely large bathtub. Now, two equally charming women were soaking in a bubble bath, side by side, chatting.
The warm water and white foam enveloped their two utterly captivating, completely naked figures. Water cascaded slowly over their exquisitely curvaceous and well-proportioned bodies.
After Zhou Jing arrived, she had a long, heart-to-heart talk with her younger sister, Zhou Yun, who confided in her about the recent troubles she had been having with her husband.
Zhou Jing comforted her for a while, but noticing that her sister’s brow remained furrowed, she sensed something else was wrong.
“Xiao Yun, tell me, is there something else going on?”
Zhou Yun shook her head, biting her lip. “There’s nothing else.”
Zhou Jing patted her hand. “Still trying to hide it from me? Think about it, since we were children, what have you ever been able to keep from me? Have you forgotten we are the closest of sisters? Whatever is bothering you, tell me. I’m here for you.”
Deeply moved, Zhou Yun leaned her head against her sister’s shoulder, sighed, and wrestled with her thoughts for a long time. Finally, she confessed what had happened between her and her stepson—that is, between her and Zhao Ran—though she omitted many of the details.
When Zhou Jing heard her sister’s story, her emotions were extremely complex; she couldn’t quite define what she was feeling. After pondering for a good while, she finally said to Zhou Yun, “Follow your feelings.”
The statement was ambiguous, and Zhou Yun merely nodded. Follow her own feelings? That could lead the situation to spiral out of control…
Regardless of Zhou Yun’s inner turmoil, Zhou Jing had already sunk back into the warm embrace of the bathtub.
Zhou Jing gazed at Zhou Yun’s figure with a look of envy and praised, “Xiao Yun, your figure is truly exceptional—slender and well-proportioned, neither too thin nor too full. Your skin is so fair and tender, even I, a woman, can’t help but drool looking at you. I’m so envious!”
Feeling somewhat shy, Zhou Yun just laughed and said, “Oh, come on, Sis. You’re a great beauty yourself, and much prettier than I am.”
Zhou Jing stirred the foam with her delicate, jade-like hands and sighed. “Ah, when I was young, I had some confidence, but now I’ve aged. I’m several years older than you, and whether it’s looks or figure, I fall far short. I feel ashamed of my appearance; I hardly dare show my face!”
Even though they were sisters, being complimented on her figure by her famously beautiful older sister filled Zhou Yun with delight. She teased, “It’s not that exaggerated!”
“It’s absolutely true. Your skin is so smooth and tender, like ice and snow—I can’t resist wanting to touch it myself, and I’m a woman… If those lustful men saw you, who knows how wide their eyes would pop? I fear the drool they’d let loose could fill this entire bathtub!”
“Eww, that’s disgusting! Comparing this nice water to drool—how讨厌 (annoying)!” Zhou Yun and Zhou Jing playfully splashed each other, making the water splash noisily and the foam churn.
After their playfight, Zhou Yun, now clean, was the first to step out of the tub and put on a bathrobe.
“Hey, Sis, where’s your hair dryer?” Zhou Yun asked, drying her dripping wet hair.
“Oh, I left it in my old bedroom, in the cabinet by the head of the bed,” Zhou Jing replied, still drying herself off.