Waist.
This was a crucial area for a woman.
When Dong Xuebin touched Fang Wenping's waist and she showed no reaction, he got the message and stopped agonizing over it. He reached back and switched off the main light, then the bedside lamp, leaving only a small light on—otherwise he would not be able to see her. Then, while watching Fang Wenping's reaction, Dong Xuebin took deep breaths to calm himself. Feigning composure, he kicked off his slippers and slowly climbed onto the bed to test the waters.
The bedframe sank under the weight.
It creaked softly.
Fang Wenping still lay there without moving.
Dong Xuebin looked at her. "You're pinning down the blanket. Could you lift yourself a little? It's cold. Don't sleep like that—cover yourself up?"
Fang Wenping did not move.
"Director Fang?" Dong Xuebin called.
Only then did Fang Wenping respond with a hum. She irritably shifted onto her side, freeing the blanket she had been pressing down.
Dong Xuebin pulled the blanket free and spread it out flat. Coughing lightly, he tucked it over her, then shamelessly lay down himself.
One second...
Three seconds...
Still nothing.
Dong Xuebin felt even more reassured, and his thoughts became harder to restrain. No amount of deep breathing helped; his heart kept pounding in his throat, and his mouth was terribly dry. Unable to wait any longer, he pulled back the blanket again. On Fang Wenping's side especially, he yanked the blanket from where it had covered her chest down to her stomach, and his hand naturally slid onto her hipbone.
He gave it a squeeze.
Aside from the bone in the middle, it was soft flesh all around.
This was practically her butt already. At least Dong Xuebin's fingertips had sunk into Fang Wenping's ample rear, his fingers pressing