Late at night.
In the pitch-black bedroom.
"Xuebin, does it... does it still itch?" "A little. Mm, you can use a bit more force." "...Like this?" "Make the movements bigger. Hiss, yes, yes, just like that!"
Actually, after Sister Yu rubbed him a few times with her thumb, Dong Xuebin no longer felt much itching down there. But he immediately had a different reaction—it had become an itch in his heart. Breathing in sharply, Dong Xuebin half-closed his eyes and glanced at Yu Meixia's soft thighs. Then he looked down at the little pale hand moving inside his underwear, desire rising uncontrollably within him. He pretended it still itched and let Sister Yu keep rubbing him.
Biting her lower lip, Yu Meixia asked softly, "Is it better now?" "Ahem, well, not quite."
Yu Meixia was no teenager. She knew what this was about, and Dong Xuebin's request was as clear to her as a mirror. Her hand paused slightly, and she turned her nearly blood-red face toward him. Looking at him, Yu Meixia lowered her head. She thought for one second, then five seconds, then ten seconds. Finally, Sister Yu's fingers trembled. Without saying a word, she turned her head away and continued moving her hand.
Five minutes passed...
Ten minutes passed...
Yu Meixia did not ask whether he was done. Her little hand kept moving.
After a while, Dong Xuebin's toes suddenly twitched, and his body shuddered a few times as he let out a satisfied breath.
It had been so long since he had done that with Aunt Xuan. This felt absolutely incredible!
Yu Meixia looked at Dong Xuebin and understood that she no longer needed to rub him. Pressing her lips together, she slowly withdrew her hand, got off the bed, and pulled a tissue from the