105: Chapter 105 Don't... touch me randomly

Chen Xuemiao's hair was loose, with large waves cascading over her shoulders, looking both languid and seductive.

"Sister Yulan, you're not asleep yet, are you?"

Her voice was very low, with a hint of coquetry.

Wen Yulan was startled for a moment, then propped herself up.

"What's wrong?"

Chen Xuemiao slipped in, quietly closed the door, and ran barefoot to the bed.

The floor was a bit cold, so she tiptoed for a few steps, then suddenly jumped onto the bed and burrowed under the covers.

The hem of her nightgown fluttered with her movements.

Revealing the fair skin of her upper thighs, it flashed by in an instant.

"I can't sleep."

Wen Yulan moved inward, making space for her.

"Why can't you sleep?"

Chen Xuemiao snuggled closer to her, resting her face on Wen Yulan's shoulder.

The silky nightgown was slippery, rubbing against Wen Yulan's bathrobe with a faint rustling sound.

"I'm scared sleeping alone."

Wen Yulan couldn't help but smile.

Chen Xuemiao was several years younger than her and usually very carefree.

She seemed fearless, yet she was afraid of sleeping alone.

"Then just sleep here."

Chen Xuemiao's eyes lit up, and she snuggled even closer.

Under the covers, she turned over, hugged Wen Yulan from behind, pressed her face against Wen Yulan's back, and wrapped her arms around Wen Yulan's waist.

They were pressed together, and through the thin nightgown and bathrobe, they could feel each other's body temperature.

Wen Yulan's bathrobe was cotton, soft.

Chen Xuemiao's nightgown was silk, smooth.

The two different textures pressed together created an indescribable comfort.

Chen Xuemiao's chest was pressed against Wen Yulan's back, soft and warm.

Those two soft mounds pressed against her through the silk fabric, their shape clearly discernible.

Her breath brushed against Wen Yulan's nape, ticklish and carrying a faint scent of mint.

Wen Yulan's body stiffened slightly.

She wasn't used to being hugged like this, especially by a woman wearing only a thin nightgown.

Chen Xuemiao's body was too soft, too warm; when she pressed close, she was like a ball of fire.

"Xuemiao, the bed is so big, why are you hugging so tightly?"

Chen Xuemiao giggled, rubbing her face against Wen Yulan's back.

"Hugging tight keeps me warm. Sister Yulan, you smell so good. What shower gel do you use?"

Wen Yulan's face flushed slightly.

"Just... just the one in the bathroom."

Chen Xuemiao rubbed again, her nose touching the cool skin of Wen Yulan's nape.

"It smells really good. Is it the rose one? I used it too, but why don't I smell as good as you?"

Wen Yulan felt ticklish from the rubbing, wanting to dodge but too embarrassed to.

"Maybe... it's just different body types."

Chen Xuemiao hummed in response, her face pressed against Wen Yulan's back, no longer moving.

Her hand moved up a little from Wen Yulan's waist, her fingertips touching the edge of the bathrobe's collar.

Through the cotton fabric, she could feel the warmth of the skin underneath.

They lay there, pressed together, neither speaking.

The room was so quiet that they could hear each other's breathing, slowly synchronizing.

The moonlight from outside shone through the gap in the curtains.

Falling on the floor, the foot of the bed, and the overlapping quilt covering them.

After a long while, Chen Xuemiao suddenly spoke.

"Sister Yulan."

"Hmm?"

"How do you have such a good figure?"

Her hand slid down from Wen Yulan's waist, her fingertips tracing the bathrobe's belt, touching the curve of her buttocks.

"Such big breasts, such a perky butt, and skin so fair. Do you have any secrets? Teach me, please."

Wen Yulan's face turned even redder.

She knew her own figure.

At 1.68 meters tall, weighing less than 50 kg, she had all the right curves.

That part was very ample, like two ripe peaches.

Her waist was slender enough to be grasped with one hand.

Her butt was round like an overturned bowl, and her skin was as white as milk.

But she had never been praised so directly, let alone touched while being praised.

"There's no secret... it's natural."

Chen Xuemiao sighed behind her, her voice filled with genuine envy.

"Natural, huh... Then I have no hope."

Her hand slid down from Wen Yulan's waist, resting on her butt, giving it a light pat.

Through the bathrobe, she could feel its elasticity and warmth, round and full, the sensation surprisingly good.

Wen Yulan trembled all over, her body jolting as if she had been electrocuted.

"What are you doing?"

Chen Xuemiao smiled, not retracting her hand, but instead giving it another squeeze.

Her fingertips sank in and sprang back, the sensation incredibly good.

"Just a touch, it's not like you'll lose a piece of flesh. Sister Yulan, your butt is so bouncy, how do you train it? Do you work out often?"

Wen Yulan's face was crimson, her body tense, her hands not knowing where to go.

The tie of her bathrobe had loosened, and the neckline was more open.

Revealing half of her shoulder and the deep cleavage in front.

Her breathing was a bit ragged, her chest rising and falling, her fullness gently swaying.

"You, don't touch randomly..."

Chen Xuemiao giggled, rubbing her hand on Wen Yulan's butt again.

Her fingertips glided over the bathrobe fabric, feeling the curve and warmth underneath.

"What's wrong? We're both women, what's there to be afraid of?"

Wen Yulan was speechless.

Chen Xuemiao's hand moved from her butt to her waist, gently embracing it.

Her fingers were very soft and warm, pressing against her waist through the bathrobe, burning like a branding iron.

"Sister Yulan, we're both Brother Yang's women, we should get to know each other better. You touch me, I won't stop you."

Wen Yulan bit her lip, saying nothing.

Chen Xuemiao took her hand and placed it on herself.

Wen Yulan's fingers touched that ample area.

Through the thin silk nightgown, she could feel its warmth and soft fullness.

It wasn't small, round and plump, a very nice feeling.

Wrapped in silk fabric, it seemed ready to burst forth.

The nightgown was so thin that she could feel the delicate skin underneath, and even the prominent points.

"Come on, feel it. Although I'm not as big as you, I'm not small, right?"

Wen Yulan's hand was pressed there, her fingertips curled, not knowing where to put them.

She could feel Chen Xuemiao's heartbeat.

Transmitted through that thin fabric, beating rapidly.

"Sister Yulan, why are you shy? I won't eat you."

Wen Yulan pulled her hand back, clutching the quilt, not daring to look at her.

Chen Xuemiao didn't force it, re-embracing her from behind, her face resting on Wen Yulan's shoulder.

Her arms wrapped around Wen Yulan's waist, her fingers resting on her lower abdomen, gently moving.

"Sister Yulan, let me ask you something."

"What?"

Chen Xuemiao lowered her voice, as if afraid of being overheard.

"Do you think... Brother Yang is amazing?"

Wen Yulan was stunned for a moment, her face instantly flushed crimson.

She remembered Wang Yang pressing down on her.

She remembered his gasps, his powerful arms, and his firm chest.

Those images burned like fire, making her whole body hot, making her breathing heavy.

"You... why are you asking that?"