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Receiving permission, Qin Ruan's eyes curved into a smile.

She gently kissed Wen Yixin's lips, then trailed soft kisses down from her lips to her chin, neck, and collarbone, her movements slow and tender.

She released Wen Yixin's hand and gradually lifted the hem of Wen Yixin's long dress, her hand slowly disappearing beneath the dark fabric.

Qin Ruan's fingers glided smoothly along Wen Yixin's skin, moving upward until they reached the buttons that held the fabric in place. She paused there for a long moment, only moving her hand when her chin brushed against her own hand.

After what felt like an eternity, Qin Ruan's waist lowered as she continued to kiss Wen Yixin, her posture becoming more submissive...

The long, dark dress was let down, half-concealing Qin Ruan's figure.

Wen Yixin's grip on Qin Ruan's hand tightened, the veins on the back of her hand standing out slightly. Her face flushed a deep red, her delicate earlobes turning crimson as her tightly pressed lips parted slightly.

After a long time, she couldn't help but place her hand on Qin Ruan's head, gently pushing her away.

Qin Ruan knew when to stop.

She lifted her gaze, and seeing Wen Yixin's deeply flushed face, she couldn't resist placing a soft kiss on the corner of her lips.

"Qin Ruan, you really are..." Wen Yixin's face was flushed with color, her lips parted as if to say something, but the words never came.

What could she say? After all, she had agreed to this, and she couldn't deny that she had enjoyed it, even if she was a bit embarrassed afterward.

Seeing Wen Yixin's hesitation, Qin Ruan blinked and smiled: "Sister, what about me?"

"Nothing," Wen Yixin replied after a moment, regaining her composure. She steadied herself on Qin Ruan's shoulders and attempted to step forward.

But Qin Ruan stopped her, taking her hand and placing it on her waist, her voice low: "Sister, I want to..."

Wen Yixin looked at Qin Ruan's expression, and whatever embarrassment she had been feeling evaporated, a faint smile tugging at her lips: "You want to do it here?"

Qin Ruan nodded.

Wen Yixin chuckled softly: "I never realized before, but you've got quite a wild side."

You know how to play... and you also know how to play with people.

"Sister," Qin Ruan murmured, and the next moment she was kissing her again.

Wen Yixin's lips curved into a slight smile, and she pulled Qin Ruan closer by the waist, reversing their positions so that Qin Ruan was now pressed against the door, with Wen Yixin leaning against her.

Wen Yixin's voice was warm, her laughter soft: "You said you wanted it here."

Her hand moved slowly from Qin Ruan's waist, sliding up to tilt her chin. Her thumb pressed gently against Qin Ruan's flushed lips, the pressure causing them to sink inward.

The soft, thin lips bounced back immediately after Wen Yixin released the pressure, showing remarkable elasticity.

Wen Yixin let out a quiet laugh, replacing her thumb with her index finger, which pried open Qin Ruan's lips and slipped past her teeth. But as soon as her finger entered, Qin Ruan's teeth began to close, trapping her finger as her tongue started to teasingly play with it.

Feeling the warm, soft sensation on her fingertip, Wen Yixin raised an eyebrow, her gaze meeting Qin Ruan's mischievous one.

"Ruan Ruan," she called softly.

Qin Ruan's eyes twinkled, but she didn't respond.

Seeing this, Wen Yixin couldn't help but lift her eyebrows in amusement. She laughed briefly before using her thumb and middle finger to press down on Qin Ruan's chin, and with a slight upward motion of her wrist, she easily retrieved her finger.

At the same time, her lips pressed against Qin Ruan's, her tongue slipping past the barely parted lips to stir the warmth within.

The finger she had withdrawn now rested on Qin Ruan's delicate neck, slowly sliding down along her spine. The thin layer of clothing provided little resistance as Wen Yixin deftly unfastened the buttons at the back.

Her fingers continued to move, peeling away the layers of fabric as they went.

During this time, Qin Ruan couldn't help but cling tightly to Wen Yixin's waist, her earlobes flushed red, her eyes wet with emotion as she bit down on Wen Yixin's smooth shoulder, leaving faint but clear bite marks.

Whenever she bit too hard, Wen Yixin would let out a low groan: "Ruan Ruan, be gentle."

Whenever Qin Ruan heard this, she would ease her bite and switch to soft kisses.

Time ticked away, and at some point, the two of them slowly moved from the door to the living room sofa.

The sofa was just the right size to accommodate them both, leaving only a little extra space.

Qin Ruan's hand slowly grasped the back of the sofa, her body half-leaning against it, her head resting gently against Wen Yixin's nose.

Wen Yixin looked at Qin Ruan's flushed face and laughed softly, kissing her cheek before trailing kisses down the back of her neck. She lightly nibbled on a soft spot of skin, her teeth pressing gently into the flesh before slowly releasing it, leaving a deep red mark.

Wen Yixin's lips continued downward, leaving a trail of kisses along Qin Ruan's beautiful spine, her fingers tracing down her waist...

As Wen Yixin's hands moved, Qin Ruan suddenly gripped the sofa's back tightly, her fingers bunching up the fabric beneath her.

The previously smooth fabric now crumpled under her grasp, wrinkling with each pull...

After that night of indulgence, Qin Ruan became increasingly attached to Wen Yixin, often calling her "Sister" while her hands wandered.

Though Wen Yixin noticed Qin Ruan's newfound clinginess, it was still within the boundaries of what she could tolerate, so she said nothing.

But it seemed Qin Ruan had taken a liking to this game, occasionally pushing the limits, as if testing where Wen Yixin's boundaries lay.

One day, when Wen Yixin was about to head out to the dance studio, Qin Ruan followed her, smiling as she said, "Sister, can I go with you?"

Wen Yixin glanced at her and said, "Ruan Ruan, I'm going there to teach. If you come with me, you'll have to wait a long time before I can spend time with you."

Qin Ruan wasn't bothered by this and replied with a smile: "It's okay. I get bored staying at home alone anyway."

"Being with you is more fun than being by myself."

Wen Yixin considered this and eventually agreed: "Alright, you can come with me."

"Mm-hmm." Qin Ruan nodded enthusiastically, smiling.

…

When they arrived at the dance studio, Wen Yixin began teaching her students, while Qin Ruan found a spot to sit quietly, waiting for Wen Yixin.

Wen Yixin occasionally glanced over at Qin Ruan during breaks, noticing how she sat there, staring at her without even touching her phone. This made Wen Yixin pause.

During a break, Wen Yixin couldn't help but walk over to Qin Ruan and ask gently: "Why aren't you playing on your phone?"

"Aren't you bored just sitting here?"

Qin Ruan's lips curled into a smile: "Not at all."

"And there's nothing interesting on my phone anyway. I'd rather watch you than scroll through it."

"After all, it's not every day that I get to see you teaching others how to dance."

Watching Sister is far more interesting than looking at a phone.

At least here, she could see a different side of Wen Yixin.

So serious and captivating.

But...

Qin Ruan's gaze lingered on Wen Yixin's slender waist for a moment as if lost in thought.

If we could be intimate in front of that large mirror, the feeling would be... fascinating.

But Sister would never agree to that, except maybe in the studio at home.

In the brief time they spoke, Wen Yixin had no idea that Qin Ruan was imagining all sorts of scenarios in her mind.

She simply smiled at Qin Ruan's words, reached out to pat her head, and said, "Well, I'm sorry to make you wait a little longer."

Feeling the gentle touch on her head, Qin Ruan snapped back to reality.

She took Wen Yixin's hand and held it tightly: "It's no trouble."

Just waiting is the easiest thing in the world.

Wen Yixin smiled and said nothing more.

She glanced at the time and said, "I should get back to work."

"If you get bored waiting, you can always take a walk outside."

Qin Ruan nodded quickly: "Don't worry, Sister, I'll manage."

With that, Wen Yixin returned to her duties.

It wasn't until the golden rays of sunset streamed through the windows of the spacious dance studio that Wen Yixin finally wrapped up her day of teaching.

Once most of the students had left, Wen Yixin waved at Qin Ruan to join her.

Understanding the gesture, Qin Ruan immediately got up and walked over to her.

The first thing she did when she reached Wen Yixin was to take her hand.

By then, they were the only two people left in the studio.

Wen Yixin raised an eyebrow, giving Qin Ruan's hand a little tug: "Let's go."

"Wait a moment, Sister." Qin Ruan stopped her, circling her arms around Wen Yixin's waist from behind, pressing her lips against the back of her neck.

She glanced at their reflection in the mirror, where their figures were intimately close, and she couldn't resist running her fingers along Wen Yixin's slender waist, her lips brushing against her skin.

This feeling was indeed fascinating, Qin Ruan thought.

Wen Yixin felt Qin Ruan's sudden intimacy and instinctively pressed her lips together: "Ruan Ruan, this place…"

She hadn't finished her sentence when Qin Ruan interrupted: "I know, Sister. I just wanted to try it for a moment."

With that, Qin Ruan released her hold on Wen Yixin's waist and took a small step back.

She knew Wen Yixin's boundaries well and wouldn't cross them, but she liked to linger close to that line.

Taking Wen Yixin's hand again, Qin Ruan slightly smiled: "Sister won't be mad at me, right?"

Wen Yixin was silent for a moment, then gently moved their intertwined hands, speaking softly: "Ruan Ruan, I've noticed you've been quite clingy lately."

And it wasn't just any kind of clinginess—it was the kind that came with a desire for intimacy.

When she finished speaking, she noticed that Qin Ruan's hand suddenly loosened its grip and quietly dropped to her side.

Wen Yixin was taken aback and turned to look at her.

She was met with a pair of eyes filled with a pitiful expression. "Sister, do you hate me now?"

The smile that had been on Qin Ruan's lips moments before had vanished, and her eyelashes fluttered as she looked down, biting her lip: "Is it like people say? Once you have someone, you get tired of them?"

Seeing Qin Ruan's lips turn pale from biting down on them, Wen Yixin sighed helplessly.

She had just said that without much thought and hadn't expected Qin Ruan to overthink it.

After all, what she had said was the truth.

Wen Yixin lifted Qin Ruan's chin, and upon seeing her slightly reddened eyes, she felt a surge of affection.

She sighed softly and gently wiped the corner of Qin Ruan's eye before kissing the edge of her lips, soothingly saying, "Don't be silly."

"I don't hate you, and I'm not tired of you."

Wen Yixin's kisses were tender and careful as they landed on Qin Ruan's pale lips, slowly bringing back their natural pink hue.

With her lips close to Qin Ruan's, Wen Yixin's voice was soft and filled with warmth:

"I like you, Ruan Ruan."