110: Chapter 110 Yang Ge, you can't be biased!

Chen Xuemiao blinked.

"How am I being dishonest? I'm helping you."

Wang Yang laughed, reached out to pull her down from his back, and the two sat on the edge of the bed together.

Chen Xuemiao sat on the bed, her hair let down.

The hem of her nightgown rolled up slightly, revealing two fair, smooth legs.

She reached out to tug the hem down, but didn't pay much attention to it.

She looked at Wang Yang, her eyes shining, a smile on her lips.

"Brother Yang, what do you want to do?"

Wang Yang leaned in close to her, his nose almost touching her forehead.

"What do you think?"

Chen Xuemiao wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek.

She quickly pulled back, her eyes curving into crescents with her smile.

"Then be gentle."

Wang Yang laughed, lowered his head, and gently tapped her lips, then tapped them again, as if teasing a little kitten.

Chen Xuemiao responded to him, patting his back gently, her fingernails grazing his clothing faintly.

Wen Yulan lay to the side, watching the two being intimate, her face blushing hot.

She wanted to bury her face in the pillow, but couldn't help wanting to watch, peeking through the gaps in her fingers.

Wang Yang released Chen Xuemiao and turned to look at Wen Yulan.

"What are you looking at?"

Wen Yulan hurriedly buried her face in the pillow, even the tips of her ears turning red.

Wang Yang laughed, reached out, and pulled her over to lean on his shoulder.

Wen Yulan's body stiffened for a moment, then slowly relaxed.

Wen Yulan leaned in his arms, not daring to look at him.

Her eyes were fixed on her fingers, as if flowers had suddenly bloomed on them.

Wang Yang lowered his head and rubbed against her neck gently, his nose brushing against her skin.

Wen Yulan shivered all over, letting out a soft hum, her shoulders shrinking involuntarily.

Chen Xuemiao pressed up from the other side, her hand gently kneading Wen Yulan's arm.

Kneading all the way from the shoulder to the elbow, as if kneading dough.

"Sister Yulan, your skin is so smooth."

Wen Yulan's face turned even redder, and she shrank further into Wang Yang's arms.

"You, don't touch me like that..."

Chen Xuemiao laughed, her finger tracing a circle on the back of Wen Yulan's hand.

"How am I touching you like that? I'm helping you relax. Look at you, your shoulders are all tense."

Wang Yang's hand moved up from Wen Yulan's waist.

His fingertips touched the edge of her nightgown, stopped there, and didn't continue.

"Is this okay?"

Wen Yulan bit her lip, hesitated for two seconds, and nodded gently.

Wang Yang pulled back her strap that had slipped down.

His fingers massaged her shoulder gently, with just the right amount of pressure, helping her relax her tense muscles.

His thumb moved in circles, pushing from her shoulder to the side of her neck, then slowly kneading back.

Wen Yulan closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling violently, like two startled butterflies.

Her breathing slowly steadied, and her shoulders relaxed bit by bit.

Chen Xuemiao watched from the side, her eyes brightening.

"Sister Yulan, you're so fair. Look at your shoulder here, it's like milk."

She reached out and tapped Wen Yulan's shoulder lightly.

Then she quickly pulled back, as if testing the water temperature.

"Your skin is so tender."

Wen Yulan's face was blushing so hard it seemed to be bleeding, and even her neck was stained with a layer of pink.

"You, stop saying that..."

Chen Xuemiao laughed, leaned over, and gave her a loud "mwah" kiss on the face.

The sound was loud enough to be heard throughout the room.

She was truly a greedy little girl.

"Sister Yulan, you're so pretty."

Wen Yulan was stunned by the kiss, her face turning even redder, and she reached out to push her away, but there was no force behind it.

Wang Yang looked at the two women—one as shy as a startled fawn, the other as bold as a cat stealing cream.

He laughed, reached out, and pulled Chen Xuemiao over as well, letting her lean on his other shoulder.

"You two, behave yourselves today."

Chen Xuemiao leaned in his arms, grinning, her fingers tapping on his chest.

"Who's not behaving? I'm the best behaved."

Wen Yulan bit her lip, not saying anything, but the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

Wang Yang lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead, his lips lingering for a while before pulling away.

"And you? Are you behaving?"

Wen Yulan nodded, her voice as small as a mosquito's hum.

"Yes～"

Wang Yang laughed, patted her waist gently, his palm resting against her side through the fabric.

"That's a good girl."

His hand moved up from her waist, his fingertips touching that thin layer of fabric.

He rubbed gently through the fabric, the pressure very light, as if soothing a nervous little animal.

Wen Yulan's breathing grew heavier, her body trembling slightly, but she didn't pull away.

Her hands clutched the corner of Wang Yang's clothes, her knuckles turning white, her nails digging into her palms.

Chen Xuemiao pressed up from the other side, her hand gently tracing circles on Wang Yang's arm.

Tracing from his wrist to his elbow, and back from his elbow to his wrist.

"Brother Yang, you're playing favorites. You only take care of Sister Yulan and not me."

Wang Yang laughed and wrapped his other arm around her waist.

He pinched her waist gently, his fingertips brushing against the faint outline of her waist under her nightgown.

"Satisfied now?"

Chen Xuemiao gave a coquettish hum, wrapped her arms around his neck, and hung on him as if she had no bones.

"It's alright."

Wang Yang's hands gently soothed the two women, feeling the two different textures.

Wen Yulan's skin was as smooth as silk; when his fingers touched it, they would slide down involuntarily.

Chen Xuemiao's skin was firm and elastic; when his palm pressed against it, he could feel a slight tension underneath.

Both were very soft, both a bit nervous, and their breathing rhythms were different.

One was faster, one was slower, but both were slowly becoming rapid.

Wen Yulan's nightgown strap slipped down a little.

Revealing half of her fair shoulder. She wanted to pull it up, but raised her hand halfway and put it back down.

Her face was blushing as if it were about to burn, her eyes closed, not daring to look at him.

Her eyelashes trembled violently, her chest rising and falling as she breathed, up and down, up and down.

Her hands clutched the bedsheet, her knuckles turning white, her nails digging shallow marks into the sheet.

Chen Xuemiao, on the other hand, leaned generously on his shoulder, looking at Wang Yang with bright eyes.

A smile on her lips, not shying away at all.

"Brother Yang, hurry up."

Wang Yang laughed.

"What's the rush?"

Chen Xuemiao blinked, her eyelashes fluttering.

"I can't wait."

Wang Yang leaned over and kissed her lips lightly.

His lips pressed against hers, lingering for two seconds before pulling away.

Chen Xuemiao wrapped her arms around his neck, responding to him.

Her body pressed softly against him, like a puddle of sugar melted by the sun.

Wen Yulan lay to the side, listening to the faint sounds of them kissing, her face blushing hot.

The sound was very soft, like wind blowing over flower petals, but it was amplified countless times in her ears.

She opened her eyes and took a secret peek.

Wang Yang's hand was braced beside Chen Xuemiao.

Chen Xuemiao's arms were wrapped around his neck, the two of them forehead to forehead.

She hurriedly closed them again, her heartbeat so fast it felt like it was about to jump out of her chest.

Wang Yang released Chen Xuemiao's lips and turned to look at Wen Yulan.

He noticed that although she had her eyes closed, her eyelids were trembling.

"Peeking?"

Wen Yulan shook her head and buried her face into the pillow.

"No, no..."