Another day passed as Lin Dong and the other two played around. Tonight, the fifth day, Qing Ye brought tea again. Throughout, Qing Ye acted perfectly natural, always sporting a smile that was impossible to dislike. Even when passing the tea, he was careful not to touch Ying Huanhuan.
Even though it wasn't the first or second time Ying Huanhuan had seen Qing Ye, she still blushed slightly. This man toyed with her every night, but it was much more natural than the last two days. If she hadn't known what Qing Ye did at night, Ying Huanhuan might have thought he was a good senior.
After Qing Ye left, Ying Huanhuan returned to the room. Lin Dong embraced her and sat on a chair, his hands roaming all over her body, massaging her. Ying Huanhuan leaned back into his arms without a word, enjoying the massage. The fatigue from the day's play gradually faded under Lin Dong's hands, and time flew by.
"Haa." Ying Huanhuan leaned lazily against Lin Dong and yawned.
"Are you sleepy?" Lin Dong said.
"Yeah," Ying Huanhuan nodded, then got up from Lin Dong and walked towards the bed.
"Huanhuan, you should also... wear less tonight," Lin Dong said cautiously, looking at Ying Huanhuan's back. Although he didn't really want to embarrass Ying Huanhuan, the thought of what happened last night made him feel a little excited, so driven by his inner desire, he still spoke out.
Hearing Lin Dong's words, Ying Huanhuan's body trembled noticeably as she walked forward. She turned, her face flushed, and stared at Lin Dong with dark eyes. She didn't say a word. After a while, she grasped the hem of her clothes with both hands and lifted them up, passing over her chest peaks, revealing her breasts wrapped in white underwear. Then she continued to lift them up, brushing over her shoulders and passing over her head. As her beautiful hair fell to her waist, the outer garment on Ying Huanhuan passed from her body to her hands.
After removing her top, Ying Huanhuan paused, then reached for her skirt, her fingers rhythmically moving. Then, she lifted her hands slightly upward, freeing them from support. Gravity pulled the skirt down her slender legs, exposing the pristine white panties it concealed. Throughout this process, Ying Huanhuan blushed and lowered her head. Now, only two close-fitting undergarments remained, enveloping her delicate, snow-white form.
As Ying Huanhuan undressed, Lin Dong's eyes remained fixed on her. Seeing Ying Huanhuan remove her skirt and reveal her pubic mound, covered by her panties, his heart ached. But Ying Huanhuan seemed undeterred. Lin Dong saw her hands resting on either side of her thighs, her thumbs tucked into her panties. Then, she guided them downwards, guiding them downwards. Even the small, black hair peeped out from under her panties, catching his eye. His breathing became heavier.
"Could it be that Huanhuan wants to take off all her clothes and sleep naked in bed?" Lin Dong wondered inwardly, a little surprised, but he didn't show it. Thinking that Ying Huanhuan had already adapted to Qing Ye's nighttime behavior, even waiting for him completely naked, Lin Dong felt a little excited, but also a bit jealous. Deep down, he still didn't want Ying Huanhuan to do that tonight.
While Lin Dong's mind was a little confused, Ying Huanhuan didn't continue to remove her panties. Instead, she paused, looking at Lin Dong. Seeing his somewhat complicated expression, she smiled brightly, then pulled her panties up with both hands, covering the small part of her hair that had already peeked out. Then, she giggled, "Hmph, pervert, I won't take it off!" With that, she turned around and threw herself onto the bed. Then, she pulled the quilt up to hide her graceful body, leaving only her head exposed, and looked at Lin Dong with a smile.
Seeing Ying Huanhuan didn't remove her underwear, but instead put it on and hid under the covers, Lin Dong breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, his Huanhuan didn't strip naked straight away. But after that sigh of relief, a wave of melancholy washed over him. He wished Ying Huanhuan had taken off her underwear. This conflicting thought made Lin Dong frown slightly. When Ying Huanhuan took off her underwear, he hoped she would be pure. But when Ying Huanhuan didn't want to take it off, he wanted her to be more promiscuous. This conflicting thought made Lin Dong's heart even more complicated. When had he become like this? Had he really become "perverted," as Ying Huanhuan said? The thought made Lin Dong smile bitterly.
Ying Huanhuan had been watching Lin Dong the entire time, and she had noticed the change in his expression just now, which surprised her. Could his actions just now have caused Lin Dong to behave like this? Then, curiously, she asked Lin Dong, "What's wrong?"
Ying Huanhuan's question brought Lin Dong out of his inner thoughts. He didn't want to dwell on it anymore. He regained his gentle smile, smiled at Ying Huanhuan, and said, "Nothing."
"Hmph..." Ying Huanhuan dragged out the word, narrowing her eyes as she looked at Lin Dong. "Really nothing?"
"Really nothing," Lin Dong smiled. His desire for Ying Huanhuan to be pure had vanished after she put on her panties. What remained was the desire for her to be more lascivious. He couldn't just say it out loud, telling Ying Huanhuan to immediately remove her remaining clothes. If he did, Ying Huanhuan would surely pounce on him, and even if he wasn't angry, his mood wouldn't improve. So Lin Dong kept silent. He decided to take things slowly.
Seeing Lin Dong remain silent, Ying Huanhuan pouted and demanded, "Hurry up, tell me, or I... um..."
Lin Dong didn't want to say anything, so he interrupted her. He skillfully slipped his hand under Ying Huanhuan's blanket, then slipped into her panties with familiarity. He touched the entrance to Ying Huanhuan's vagina, his fingers gently caressing the petals.
"Stop! um..." Ying Huanhuan blushed, reaching down to grab the culprit causing trouble. But even though she had caught it, she couldn't stop it.
"Hehe," Lin Dong smirked at Ying Huanhuan.
"I won't ask anymore. Stop it now," Ying Huanhuan blushed. If Lin Dong kept doing this, she'd be wet. It would be terrible if she accidentally got her panties wet. It would be so embarrassing if Qing Ye came and saw her wet. When Lin Dong heard Ying Huanhuan say she wouldn't ask any more questions, he stopped. He knew what she was worried about, but he was almost there. If he continued, he'd get angry too, and by then, it wouldn't be a matter that could be resolved in a short while. So he stopped as well.
"Hmph." Seeing Lin Dong stop, Ying Huanhuan glared at him, stuck out her tongue at him, and turned away.
Lin Dong smiled at Ying Huanhuan's grimace. When she turned around, he approached her, his hands slid over her body, pulling her into his arms. He whispered, "Good night."
"Yeah, good night," Ying Huanhuan replied softly, closing her eyes and falling into a deep sleep.
Lin Dong continued to hold Ying Huanhuan until Qing Ye arrived at the door, whereupon he hid in the closet.
Lin Dong was in the closet, watching through the crack in the door as he had done the previous nights as Ying Huanhuan was being molested by Qing Ye on the bed. Just like yesterday, Qing Ye was stunned by Ying Huanhuan's attire. Last night, Qing Ye was stunned after lifting Ying Huanhuan's skirt, but tonight, there was no skirt to be lifted, only the quilt. Initially, Qing Ye had been puzzled as to why Ying Huanhuan was so tightly covered with the quilt, but when he lifted it, he understood why and froze in his tracks. It wasn't until a moment later that he came to his senses and began his actions.
Because there were no clothes to obstruct her view tonight, Lin Dong could see especially clearly. Qing Ye's hands moved across Ying Huanhuan's snow-white skin, sinking slightly where they passed, then returning to their original smoothness after his hands left.
After he finished tracing Ying Huanhuan's body, Qing Ye began to invade her snow-white breasts. This time, Qing Ye made it much easier. He didn't even have to remove her clothes. With a simple tug at her underwear, Qing Ye pushed it up to Ying Huanhuan's shoulders, revealing her round, soft flesh. The white snow-white breasts were exposed to Qing Ye, especially the two delicate pink nipples on them. Every time he saw them, he couldn't help but want to take them into his mouth. Although he had played with Ying Huanhuan's snow-white breasts many times in the past few nights, the wonderful feeling still made Qing Ye unable to let go. Especially seeing Ying Huanhuan's pretty face slowly turn red as he played with her, then opening her rosy little mouth and slowly letting out a gasp, made Qing Ye particularly excited.