Ying Huanhuan thought for a moment, realizing she certainly hadn't. Then she said, "I was just about to say, of course..." She paused.
"Yeah," Lin Dong nodded, waiting for Ying Huanhuan's next words.
"Of course... I won't tell you, huh," Ying Huanhuan said with a sly smile.
Lin Dong's face was drooling. He knew full well that he'd been tricked, and that he'd found it himself.
What followed was a normal conversation between Lin Dong and Ying Huanhuan, which lasted until midnight.
Ying Huanhuan suddenly staggered while she was talking.
"What's wrong?" Lin Dong asked curiously.
"It's all because of you perverts!" Ying Huanhuan blushed and glared at Lin Dong.
"Well, what's wrong with me?" Lin Dong looked at Ying Huanhuan, bewildered, unsure what had happened.
"The tea Qing Ye gave me is working," Ying Huanhuan said.
"Did he really drug you?" Lin Dong asked in surprise. While guessing it was one thing, actually seeing it happen was another.
"Well, I really want to sleep now."
"So what are you going to do? Use your strength to dispel the drug's effects? Or just leave it like this?" Lin Dong asked.
"What do you want from me?" Ying Huanhuan looked at Lin Dong.
"Hehe," Lin Dong smiled awkwardly, unsure of how to respond.
Ying Huanhuan thought for a moment and bit her lip. "I'm going to sleep."
"You want?" Lin Dong looked at Ying Huanhuan in surprise, unsure of what she was up to.
"Since he wants to play around, let him. Isn't that exactly what you want to see?" Thinking of this, Ying Huanhuan looked at Lin Dong again with a gloomy expression.
"But you have to agree to one condition," Ying Huanhuan continued, looking at Lin Dong seriously.
"You say," Lin Dong observed Ying Huanhuan's serious expression, and Lin Dong stared back at her.
"You can let him touch me, but he can't do that to me... to me, without my consent," Ying Huanhuan said, blushing.
"Well, if he dares, I'll stop him," Lin Dong replied.
Hearing Lin Dong's affirmative response, Ying Huanhuan breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't want to have her virginity taken away on her first day. Although several of her sisters had done this before, she was still a little nervous. Now she understood how those sisters felt. Back then, Ling Qingzhu had been the first to lose her virginity for Lin Dong, and on that very first day, in front of her lover. Even she felt a little uneasy now, let alone Ling Qingzhu.
After calming her inner anxiety, Ying Huanhuan blushed. She felt a pang of shyness at the thought of another man touching her body after she fell asleep. However, she turned to look at Lin Dong, calmed her agitated heart, and lay down on the bed. Soon, the drug took effect and she fell asleep.
Hearing Ying Huanhuan's steady breathing, Lin Dong knew she was asleep. He sat beside her, stroked her hair, and smiled softly.
Lin Dong sat there for an hour until a faint sound came from outside the door, and he disappeared.
"Huanhuan!" A voice called from outside the door. Although the voice was not loud, it was very clear in the quiet room at night.
"Huanhuan!" A moment later, the person outside the door called again, but still made no move to open the door. Silence awaited him again.
"Huanhuan!" the person outside the door called out for the third time. This time, he gently pushed the door open. Seeing the girl lying quietly on the bed, he smiled wickedly, happily pushed the door open, and walked inside, gently closing it behind him.
This person was none other than Qing Ye, who had just offered Ying Huanhuan tea. He tiptoed towards the bed-bound Ying Huanhuan. The room was small, so he quickly passed Lin Dong and reached Ying Huanhuan's bedside.
"Huanhuan!" Qing Ye called out again, but his voice wasn't loud. Still, the owner of the name didn't respond. Seeing Ying Huanhuan sound asleep, Qing Ye's smile relaxed.
Seeing that Ying Huanhuan was truly asleep, Qing Ye sat down on the bed to Ying Huanhuan's right. He took in the beauty of the bed: a defenseless girl lying there, resting peacefully. He had been eyeing this girl for a long time, having harbored a special affection for her since childhood and had long desired her. Qing Ye looked at the sleeping Ying Huanhuan. He couldn't help but reach out and touch her pretty face, feeling her smooth skin. Seeing her skin exposed outside her clothes, seeing her lying naked before him, Qing Ye's breathing became heavier.
Qing Ye's gaze began to move from Ying Huanhuan's face downward, and his hand followed suit, sliding down, across her snow-white neck and beautiful collarbone. His hand's speed remained unchanged. When he saw Ying Huanhuan's slightly plump breasts, he couldn't help but lick his lips. He slowed his hand down, sliding it between her breasts, then from the bottom of the left breast, circling upward along the left side, as if feeling the rounded outline. After his hand circled and returned to the center of the breasts, it slid to the right breast, circling around it again.
When Qing Ye finished measuring her chest, his hand continued to move downward, from Ying Huanhuan's chest to her lower abdomen. His right hand, skirting around her waist, continued to move downward. When his hand reached Ying Huanhuan's skirt, Qing Ye's eyes widened. Ying Huanhuan lay on the bed, her right leg straight and her left slightly bent. Because of this, the hem of her skirt lifted slightly, and against the red background, the tiny bit of whiteness between her legs was so conspicuous. Although it was only a tiny bit, it still made Qing Ye's eyes widen.
After a long, gurgling sound, Qing Ye swallowed his saliva. His hand on Ying Huanhuan's skirt continued to slowly move downwards, his eyes fixed on the sliver of panties visible. He watched as his hand slowly approached it. Then, he pinched the hem of Ying Huanhuan's skirt with his fingers and lifted it slightly, revealing more and more of her white panties. However, he didn't pull it up completely, only about halfway. Then, he let go of the skirt, and it fell back, covering the exposed panties again, leaving only about a third visible.
Seeing Ying Huanhuan's panties exposed beneath her, Qing Ye's breathing became heavier again. His hand slowly lowered, but not to Ying Huanhuan's panties. Instead, it rested on her skirt. His hand continued to move downwards, not reaching the panties, but skirting past them, sliding onto Ying Huanhuan's right thigh. Qing Ye's hand continued down her thigh, past her calf, touching her ankle, and finally leaving Ying Huanhuan's body from her snow-white feet.
Lin Dong watched Qing Ye complete these actions from the side. He also felt a surge of desire, eager to join the action himself. However, it didn't feel the same excitement and aching he'd imagined when Su Rou was toyed with by Little Marten and Su Kui. It was simply the same lust he'd felt when Qing Tan and the other women were toyed with before, and that was all.
Qing Ye's hand left Su Rou's body and returned to him. He looked at his own hand, still feeling the lingering sensation of Ying Huanhuan's skin. He licked his lips again, rubbed his hands together, then spread them out and reached towards Ying Huanhuan, one hand gently grasping each breast.
"Hoo, hoo!" Qing Ye's breathing, which had just calmed down, became heavy again. Despite the clothing between them, he could still feel the softness and elasticity of his hands. He still had the wit to glance at Ying Huanhuan's delicate face after she fell asleep. Finding nothing unusual, he slowly began to rub the treasure in his hands. Ying Huanhuan's previously smooth clothing wrinkled slightly from Qing Ye's movements.
After rubbing it for a while, Qing Ye began to unbutton Ying Huanhuan's clothes. Once he was done, Qing Ye didn't look directly at the beauty beneath. Instead, he supported Ying Huanhuan's neck and lifted her body up. With his free hand, he pulled Ying Huanhuan's clothes off and casually tossed them to the side of the bed. He then put Ying Huanhuan down and let her lie back down on the bed.
Only now did Qing Ye take in Ying Huanhuan's body. Her snow-white skin was dazzling in his eyes. Only a white undershirt, the same color as her panties, covered her snow-white breasts. The white, which originally symbolized purity, now reflected a sinister aura in Qing Ye's eyes. He reached behind Ying Huanhuan and, as he removed his hands, he also pulled her undershirt off, dropping it casually beside the bed.