âSister Ying, why arenât you coming in?!â Wang Xiaoyan didnât even look at Zhao Ying and turned back to her own room. As her protruding butt bounced here and there, Yang Mingâs heart was also jumping here and there.
âIâm so sleepy. I canât even open my eyesâŠâ Wang Xiaoyan slowly walked forward.
âXiaoyan, why didnât you wear something at home?â Zhao Ying stomped anxiously. This Wang Xiaoyan was really careless. She didnât see a man standing right in front of her, and still bounced her butt looking so flirtatious.
Wang Xiaoyan staggered forward, âSister Ying, itâs already midnight. Iâm going to sleep. What are clothes for? Besides, Iâm not afraid to be looked at.â
Zhao Ying thought, Youâre not afraid to be looked at by me, but thereâs still another person here! âXiaoyan, my friend is here. If youâre not afraid of being looked at, then so be it!â
âSister Ying, donât talk nonsense. Who would come this lateâŠâ Wang Xiaoyan felt something was wrong before she finished her sentence. She wasnât drowsy anymore. She quickly turned around. âAh!!! Why⊠Why, itâs you again!â
âYeah, itâs me, pretty lady. You should be saying âHow old are you?â, instead of âWhy itâs you againâ!â Yang Ming laughed while he greeted Wang Xiaoyan with his right hand. Yang Ming thought, Arenât you a minx? Whatâs wrong with letting me look!? Maybe you are generally f***ed by many men.
When Zhao Ying heard their conversation, she thought it strange and funny. She couldnât understand how they met each other. Itâs not possible. Last time when Yang Ming visited, she was still in the room.
âHmph!â Wang Xiaoyan huffed coldly then she covered her boobs and lower body, then rushed toward her room. âBang!â the door closed tightly.
What are you trying to cover? Yang Ming thought, If I wanted to look at you, covering up, even closing the door, would be ineffective! Yang Ming had decided that Wang Xiaoyan was a loose woman in his heart, so he despised that she still wanted to act like a virgin.
Zhao Ying saw Wang Xiaoyan rush toward her room. Zhao Ying shook her head and thought, I had reminded her many times. She just wonât listen to me. Now you have a taste of what itâs like. Letâs see if you will learn from this experience next time.
Yang Ming looked at Zhao Yingâs irritated expression, and he explained helplessly, âSister Ying, you canât blame me for this. Besides, I canât even see anything.â
âWhat else do you want to see?!â Zhao Ying poked at Yang Mingâs forehead. âTell me everything you know. Why did Xiaoyan say âWhy itâs you againâ? Do you two know each other from before?â
Yang Ming straightaway played dumb, âHow would I know? Even now Iâm still wonderingâŠâ
As Zhao Ying heard Yang Mingâs words, she had no doubts. After all, Wang Xiaoyan and he couldnât have gotten to know each other too. Zhao Ying thought that maybe it was when Yang Ming visited last time and Wang Xiaoyan saw his face through the gap in the door.
Zhao Ying looked at her watch, and said with concern, âQuickly go to the washroom and wash your face. I will apply the ointment for you. Itâs already ten oâclock. Your parents will worry if you donât get back soon!â
Yang Ming thought, I have already told my family that I was taking you out for dinner, so itâs ok to be late, but the problem is what to do about my face? If I go back like this, I will definitely be questioned.
Yang Ming went into the washroom. While he was looking at the empty bathroom, his mind involuntarily fantasized. The image of Wang Xiaoyanâs charming body in the shower came to his mind, his lower body part was turned on again. Yang Ming immediately washed his face and conveniently took a towel to wipe his face. Because the attractive scent of a woman still lingered on the towel, Yang Ming couldnât help but sniff longer.
âYang Ming, are you done? Why are you so slowâŠ?!â Zhao Ying then pointed at the towel he used to wipe face.
âWhat is it?â Yang Ming saw Zhao Ying come in and he was embarrassed to continue sniffing the towel. He acted like he had just finished wiping and put it back.
Zhao Yingâs expression looked strange. âYou⊠just wiped your face with that?â
âYes, why?â Yang Ming saw Zhao Yingâs expression and he asked curiously, âThis is your towel right? Iâm just using it for a little while. Shouldnât you be less stingy?â
âIâm⊠not⊠actually thatâs⊠Ai, itâs fine. Itâs not a big deal.â Zhao Ying felt her face burning and her sentence became incoherent.
Girls usually took extra care of personal hygiene. They separated carefully the towels for wiping face, legs, and the bottom part. This pink towel was the towel Zhao Ying used for her lower body parts and Yang Ming was wiping his face with it! She was really embarrassed. It was as if her lower body part was stuck to his face!
How could Yang Ming possibly know this? He was happy to use her towel. If he knew the truth, should he feel happy or helpless?
Zhao Ying applied the medicine on Yang Mingâs face. Although he looked horrible, it was still better than the injuries from the prior incident. Yang Ming wanted to stay for a while, but he saw that Zhao Ying was already yawning, so he stood up and said goodbye.
Yang Mingâs bicycle was gone, and there were only a few cars passing by, so he had to walk home alone like last time.
He passed by a few pubs and heard earsplitting singing from the pubs. This is really morally wrong. Itâs so late at night yet youâre singing so loud. Isnât this disturbing the residents? Yang Ming stopped and looked at the pub with disgust, but then he turned around and kept walking. Suddenly someone pulled him back.
âBig brotherâŠYouâŠâ
Yang Ming turned around and realized the person was a girl with delicate looks. She was wearing a school uniform too.
Yang Ming asked cautiously, âWhatâs the matter?â
The girl hesitated for a long time without saying anything. âBig brother⊠You⊠You thinkâŠâ
âWhat are you trying to say?â If the girl wasnât pretty, he would have already lost his patience and rushed home.
âI wanted to ask you. Do you⊠Do you want me⊠to accompany⊠have company for one night?â The girl faltered with a fully blushed face.
âCompany for a night?â Yang Ming was baffled. Itâs not possible. Was this girl a prostitute? Looking at her pure face, Yang Ming really couldnât believe that she was a hooker! But he thought about the wench, Wang Xiaoyan, again and he spontaneously cursed, Son of a b****. Things that look pure were lewder nowadays.
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