Silent Protest

The snow had stopped, and the ground was covered in a fairly thick blanket of snow.

Dong Xuebin woke up. The moment he opened his eyes, he saw Yu Meixia's mature, beautiful face quietly watching him. He rubbed his eyes and yawned. "What time is it, Sister Yu?"

"A little after seven. Seven-ten, I think."

"Uh, you woke up early, didn't you?"

"...Yeah, before six."

"Heh, then why are you still lying here?"

"I was afraid getting up would make too much noise and wake you."

Why were they still being so particular with each other? "It's fine."

"You don't start work until nine. You could sleep a little longer."

"I'm not sleeping anymore. Whew, I slept so comfortably last night."

Dong Xuebin stretched, then turned his head and saw that Yu Meixia had not put on her pajamas beneath the covers. Her bra and thermal top were still tossed onto the chair beside them. He reached over, unable to resist taking advantage of Sister Yu again. She was thin-skinned; even the slightest touch made her blush. She did not seem like a woman nearing forty at all. That was precisely why Dong Xuebin loved teasing her and taking liberties with her—it was incredibly satisfying.

Sure enough, Yu Meixia immediately blushed.

Dong Xuebin did not care and continued grabbing her soft, plump butt.

It was soft, fair, tender, fragrant, and felt wonderful in his hand.

Whenever he was with Sister Yu, Dong Xuebin always felt relaxed. Yu Meixia was not part of the system, so she never discussed work with him. She was gentle and virtuous by nature and never lost her temper with him. She was also rather soft and weak, always listening to whatever he said. For all those reasons, he felt no pressure when he was with