With a deep breath, Wang Xiao waited for Wang Xueying's tears to subside. Her emotions were raw, and the wounds were still too fresh for any immediate resolution.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Wang Xueying's sobs began to wane. Her tear-stained face looked up at Wang Xiao, and she whispered, "Why, brother? Why did you do that?"
"..." Wang Xiao was at loss of words, contemplating the best words he can think of to turn around the situation.
Wang Xueying, however, seemed to misinterpret his look as one of guilt and remorse. Her own expression began to soften slightly, and she continued, "Wang Xiao, just promise me that you'll never do it again."
"Huh?"
Wang Xiao stared into Wang Xueying's serious eyes, taken aback by her sincerity. After a moment, his lips curved into a smile as he replied, "Why not should I do it again?"
!!
Wang Xueying's eyes widened at his ridiculous claim, but Wang Xiao who had retained his peach sized brain, realized that if being agreesive doesn't work, go for a gentler approach, if that doesn't work either, go for a even slower approach, and if that doesn't work as well, time to lock her in a basement.
His hands brushed against her soft cheeks, and he posed a question, his voice carrying a tone of genuine concern. "Xueying, do you really dislike me touching you?" He hoped that this softer approach might work.
Wang Xueying's surprised expression remained as she processed his question. She hesitated before responding, her voice uncertain. "I don't dislike you touching me, but... what happened earlier was just... Not right..."
Wang Xiao nodded in understanding, his expression turning somber. "You're right," he began, "but..." His smile returned, though it was slightly mischievous, "You didn't say anything when you saw me with Mei. How is that not wrong?"
"That is also wrong..." Wang Xueying muttered, her tone reflecting her inner turmoil.
Wang Xiao, ever the opportunist, seized the moment and pulled her close, attempting to hug her despite her struggling body. "See," he said, "there is nothing wrong with any of it. Isn't that what you want?" His words held a tempting undertone, trying to make her see things from a different perspective.
"I..." Wang Xueying hesitated, surprised when Wang Xiao unexpectedly proposed something even more ridiculous. "How about trying it again, and see for yourself?"
Wang Xueying froze slightly, her heart skipping a beat as she felt Wang Xiao's lips against hers. Their eyes locked, curiosity and uncertainty blending in their shared moment.
"Mmm..."
Wang Xiao gently loosened the hug and deepened the kiss. It initially startled Wang Xueying, her breath quickening, but she soon became more familiar with the sensation. When they finally separated, her chest heaved, and her face was flushed a deep shade of red, her lips still tingling from their shared moment even though Wang Xiao had kept their exchange respectful and not overly sexual.
"How was it this time?" Wang Xiao inquired, a teasing glint in his eyes. Wang Xueying, her gaze avoiding his, replied, "I don't know..."
With determination, Wang Xiao nodded and said, "Then let's try again."
Wang Xueying's astonishment lingered in her eyes as she caught her breath, weakly holding onto Wang Xiao while her chest rose and fell rhythmically.
"Want to do it again?" Wang Xiao asked, his voice laced with a hint of curiosity.
"Um-hm," Wang Xueying nodded in response, then took a deep breath to calm her racing heart and gather her thoughts.
Few minutes later, she remained nestled in Wang Xiao's embrace, her initial resistance giving way to a sense of resignation.
"What about Mei?" she suddenly inquired, her chin resting on his shoulder.
"Hm?" Wang Xiao's eyes opened slightly, and he briefly paused before responding, "Forget about her. I want you."
"Huh?" Wang Xueying was taken aback by his tone and question, "Did something happen between you two?" The confusion in her voice was evident as she sought to understand the situation between Wang Xiao and Mei.
Wang Xiao placed a hand over Wang Xueying's face, reminding her, "You shouldn't talk about another girl in front of your boyfriend."
"Huh?" Wang Xueying was caught off-guard before she retorted, "When did you become my boyfriend?"
Wang Xiao replied confidently, "I can become one."
Wang Xueying quickly replied, "No need."
Wang Xiao persisted, "Oh, why not? Does my sister have someone else in her heart?"
Wang Xueying fell silent for a moment before conceding, "You are clingy."
Wang Xiao declared, "That's alright; it's my right to be like that."
As the previous tension-filled atmosphere evaporated, the room was filled with the serenity of their synchronized breathing. Both seemed to be drifting off to slumber, or so Wang Xueying thought, until several minutes passed, and she started to squirm within Wang Xiao's grasp.
"Brother... Can you keep your hands to yourself?"
Wang Xiao responded, "My hands are exactly where they should be."
Suddenly, Wang Xueying turned on the lampshade, illuminating the room, and Wang Xiao furrowed his brows in the unexpected light.
"Is this the right place for your hands?" Wang Xueying's voice held a hint of frustration as she noticed Wang Xiao's hands positioned just above her breast. She responded by placing her hand over his, challenging his position.
Wang Xiao couldn't help but chuckle at her annoyance. He turned off the lamp and retorted, "Don't make a fuss."
"Huh, what!?" Wang Xueying was momentarily left speechless. But her bewilderment was short-lived as Wang Xiao turned her around and embraced her from behind. His hands, guided by a sudden determination, slipped beneath her clothing, against her bare skin.
A peculiar and comforting warmth emanated from his touch, leaving Wang Xueying in a state of bliss that was on the precipice of sleep. Her breathing slowed and returned to normal as she gradually gave in to the comforting sensations.
Wang Xiao's lips curved into a contented smile as he held her close. In the quiet of the room, he silently cursed himself, 'Lucky bastard,' for momentarily forgetting the unfortunate events of the past two days.