Chapter 108: Climbing into the Sister-in-Law’s Bed

"Nnngh~"

As his hot breath washed over her neck, a soft, sensual moan escaped Xu Qian’s lips, and her entire body trembled as if from an electric shock.

The tingling sensation washed over her like a tide, starting from her neck and spreading through her entire body, causing her once-tense frame to gradually relax.

Sensing the change in the delicate body beneath him, Yang Xun’s lips slowly curved into a wicked smirk, and his movements grew bolder.

His hands roamed over Xu Qian’s body like two Spiritual Snakes, exploring with abandon. They slid from her slender waist to her flat stomach, from her smooth shoulders to her snow-white collarbone, his palms carefully caressing every inch of her skin.

Then, Yang Xun’s fingers hooked into the collar of Xu Qian’s loose robe and yanked.

RRRIP!!

The thin cotton fabric tore apart, falling away to either side like petals.

Her flawless body was left completely exposed beneath the study’s dim, yellow light.

Her skin was as fair and smooth as jade, shimmering with a soft luster in the warm light. Her impressive bust rose and fell dramatically with her ragged breaths. Her slender waist looked as if it could be spanned by a single hand. Every line, from her collarbone to her flat stomach, seemed to have been exquisitely sculpted by the heavens—so perfect it was breathtaking.

Xu Qian’s eyes were squeezed shut, her cherry-red lips trembling slightly. Her hands rested on Yang Xun’s chest, but she no longer tried to push him away.

The tingling from his caresses was like a wildfire spreading through her, consuming her reason little by little.

Seeing that Xu Qian no longer resisted, Yang Xun knew his chance had come.

He reached out, gently took hold of Xu Qian’s long, fair legs, and slowly parted them. Then, he pressed himself against her.

Yang Xun’s breath hitched as he felt that yielding softness.

’I thought I’d never get another chance to be with my sister-in-law in this lifetime.’

’I never thought it would happen so soon!’

’And this time, as myself, completely out in the open.’

’This is even better than last time!’

"No!!"

However, just at the moment his ’weapon’ was about to breach the gate, Xu Qian snapped back to her senses.

Her eyes flew open. She braced her hands firmly against Yang Xun’s broad chest and desperately tried to push him away, her voice hurried and panicked.

"Don’t! Not here!!"

Yang Xun froze. He hovered over Xu Qian, gazing with confusion at her flushed, beautiful face. "What’s wrong?" he asked. "Don’t you want me?"

"N-no, that’s not it!"

Xu Qian quickly turned her head away, unable to meet his gaze. Her voice dropped to a near whisper. "Not here... This is my sister’s study."

Instantly, Yang Xun understood.

’So it’s not that she doesn’t want to, she just doesn’t want to do it in her sister’s study.’

A slow smile spread across his lips. He leaned close to Xu Qian’s ear and whispered with a chuckle, "Then tell me, should we go to my room, your room, or get a room somewhere else?"

"To... to my room."

Xu Qian’s cheeks instantly flushed crimson. It seemed as though saying those words had taken every last ounce of her courage.

Then, she shoved Yang Xun away, scrambled to wrap the torn robe around herself, and bolted from the study without a backward glance.

Yang Xun remained where he was, watching his sister-in-law’s figure disappear down the hall.

He caught a fleeting glimpse of her in the dim hallway. Because it was torn, the loose robe barely covered anything, revealing large swathes of her jade-white skin. With the sway of her hips, the curve of her firm bottom was tantalizingly visible—an unbelievably sexy sight.

GULP!!

Yang Xun swallowed hard, his mind already running wild with fantasies.

’In my sister-in-law’s faintly fragrant boudoir, on that velvet-covered princess bed, pinning her down forcefully... ’

’It’s going to be so, so good!!’

...

After leaving the study, Yang Xun didn’t rush to Xu Qian’s room, but first returned to his own room.

He changed into clean clothes, tidied himself up, then sat cross-legged on his bed, closed his eyes, and waited quietly.

Time passed, second by second, minute by minute.

Ten o’clock, eleven o’clock, eleven-thirty...

The night grew deep and still.

Yang Xun slowly opened his eyes, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly.

He rose silently from the bed. His bare feet made no sound on the cold floor as he quietly opened his door and padded down the pitch-black hallway toward the second floor.

Each step was as light as treading on cotton; the floorboards didn’t make a single sound.

Arriving in front of Xu Qian’s door, Yang Xun reached out and gently turned the doorknob.

CLICK.

The door opened.

’My sister-in-law really left the door unlocked for me!!’

Yang Xun was overjoyed, his smile widening.

’Looks like for all her tough talk, my sister-in-law really does want something to happen. Leaving the door unlocked is the best proof of that.’

CREAK!!

Yang Xun slipped into the room, gently pulling the door shut behind him and silently turning the lock.

Then, he turned around, his gaze immediately falling on the princess bed.

A string of pale yellow fairy lights cast a hazy, warm glow, enveloping the entire boudoir in a dreamlike ambiance.

Xu Qian lay on her side, her back to the door. Her long, jet-black hair was spread like satin across the light gray velvet pillow, looking effortlessly languid.

She had changed into a clean slip. The cream-colored silk was as thin as a cicada’s wing, clinging to her Linglong figure and perfectly tracing the breathtaking curve of her waist and hips.

Because she was lying on her side, the hem of the slip had ridden up, revealing most of her long, fair legs. In the warm glow of the lights, her skin had a soft, milky luster that was impossible to look away from.

"Xu Qian."

Yang Xun called out softly.

No response.

"Sister-in-law?"

He called out again, his voice a little louder than before.

Still, only silence.

Xu Qian remained perfectly still, her breathing even and deep, as if she were sound asleep.

However, Yang Xun clearly saw her shoulder give an imperceptible twitch the moment he spoke.

The movement was minuscule, but with the heightened senses of his Third Layer of the Qi Refining Realm, nothing could escape Yang Xun’s notice.

’She’s pretending to be asleep.’

A slow smile spread across Yang Xun’s face. He understood everything.

He said nothing more, simply bent down to kick off his slippers, then gently lifted a corner of the covers and climbed onto Xu Qian’s faintly fragrant princess bed...

The velvet bedding was as soft as a cloud. The air was filled with Xu Qian’s unique, sweet body fragrance—it was intoxicating.

As she felt the mattress dip and the warmth of a body behind her, Xu Qian’s body once again trembled uncontrollably.

But she kept her eyes closed, remaining motionless and deliberately maintaining an even breathing rhythm.

Yang Xun slowly extended his arm from behind, gently wrapped it around Xu Qian’s slender waist, and pulled her into his embrace.

His warm palm came to rest on her lower stomach. Even through the fabric, he could clearly feel how smooth her skin was.

Xu Qian still gave no reaction, feigning deep sleep.

’Heh... this girl’s quite an actress!’

Yang Xun chuckled to himself. He knew what Xu Qian was thinking.

’This woman is too proud. Getting her to actively cooperate is impossible.’

’That would be admitting she has feelings for me, and for someone as proud as she is, that would be worse than death.’

’So, pretending to be asleep is the greatest permission she can give.’

’In that case, this brother-in-law won’t hold back.’

Yang Xun’s palm began to glide slowly over the gossamer-thin silk slip.

His fingertips gently traced a path from her stomach to her waist, and from her waist up to her ribs.

Xu Qian’s eyelashes fluttered. Her breathing began to quicken, and the rise and fall of her chest grew more pronounced.

But she kept her eyes tightly closed, not making a sound.

Yang Xun’s fingers slipped beneath the neckline of her slip, tracing a slow path along her silky-smooth collarbone. His palm covered one of her soft, full breasts, and he began to knead it gently...