After taking a bath, Meng Xiaoyu dried herself off and climbed into bed, slipping under the covers.
She lay there, eyes wide open with excitement, thinking, “What did Sister Ru Bing mean by making me happier?”
But soon, Meng Xiaoyu couldn’t resist the drowsiness and fell asleep.
Just as Meng Xiaoyu had fallen asleep, she was awakened by an itch on her face.
When she opened her eyes, she saw Han Rushuang in a white inner garment, holding her waist, smiling with bright eyes.
“Ah, it’s Sister Ru Shuang! Where’s Sister Ru Bing?”
Meng Xiaoyu asked sleepily.
“Sister is in my room, taking a bath. She’ll be here soon,” Han Rushuang said, her smile widening as she looked at Meng Xiaoyu’s half-closed, sleepy eyes.
Then, as if she remembered something, she asked excitedly, “Yu’er, are you really willing?”
Meng Xiaoyu, with her head buried in Han Rushuang’s chest, heard the question and, though she didn’t fully understand, habitually nodded and murmured a soft “mm.”
She was about to fall asleep again.
However, just as Meng Xiaoyu was about to drift off, Han Rushuang, thrilled by the nod, tightened her grip around Meng Xiaoyu’s waist.
In her excitement, she almost squeezed too hard, nearly hurting Meng Xiaoyu’s slender waist.
The sudden pain jolted Meng Xiaoyu awake, and she looked at Han Rushuang with teary, accusing eyes.
Realizing she had held Meng Xiaoyu too tightly, Han Rushuang immediately loosened her grip and apologized, “I’m sorry, Yu’er. I was too happy and didn’t control my strength. Did I hurt you?”
Without waiting for a response, Han Rushuang kissed Meng Xiaoyu’s lips, deepening the kiss gradually.
Her hands began to roam over Meng Xiaoyu’s bare, enticing body.
Meng Xiaoyu, initially dazed by the gentle kiss, found her senses overwhelmed again by the deepening kiss.
Just as Meng Xiaoyu was about to lose herself completely, she noticed Han Rubing standing by the bed, watching them with a smile.
This discovery made Meng Xiaoyu extremely embarrassed, and her scattered senses quickly returned.
Han Rushuang also noticed her sister but only glanced at her before resuming her kiss with Meng Xiaoyu.
She tightened her grip on Meng Xiaoyu’s waist with her left hand, propped herself up with her right, and flipped them both to the innermost part of the bed.
Seeing the space her sister had made for her, Han Rubing’s smile widened.
She removed her outer garment, leaving only a white inner garment like Han Rushuang’s, and climbed into bed.
Leaning close to Meng Xiaoyu’s ear, she whispered in a husky, seductive voice, “Little one, didn’t you ask me how to make you happier? My sister and I will show you now, okay?”
After speaking, Han Rubing licked Meng Xiaoyu’s earlobe, causing a slight shiver, then kissed her long neck.
Her right hand caressed Meng Xiaoyu’s chest, sometimes kneading, sometimes pinching the pink buds.
With her mouth occupied by Han Rushuang’s kiss, Meng Xiaoyu could only cry inwardly.
She finally understood what Han Rubing meant by making her happier.
She cursed Han Rubing’s cunning and her own naivety for believing her.
