Chapter 32: The Little Rascal’s Warm Night

“Hmph, good that you know.” Mo Liang lifted her chin, her small face full of smugness.

Her mind flashed back to the way Shen Zhiyi had stared at her at the bathroom door, looking disgusted.

“And you really are a perverted sister. When you handed me clothes, you actually peeped at me with that kind of look.”

Shen Zhiyi opened her mouth but couldn’t produce a single word for a long time. She realized that every sentence from Mo Liang hit a spot she couldn’t refute. After all, the girl was telling the truth.

Seeing Shen Zhiyi’s defeated expression, Mo Liang felt she had won a complete victory.

Then she thought about it, worried she might have taunted too hard and angered her, so she put on a merciful expression.

“Ah, forget it. I’ll forgive you.”

She reached out and patted Shen Zhiyi’s head, then added earnestly.

“Poor perverted sister.”

“What the hell!”

Shen Zhiyi stared at Mo Liang, who was pushing her luck. She hadn’t even wanted to hold it against her.

After all, she bore some responsibility, and she had indeed taken advantage when handing over the clothes.

She thought taking a step back would broaden the horizon, but Mo Liang turned everything around on her and even wore an expression that said “I, in my great magnanimity, forgive you.”

So it was all her fault? If you hadn’t gone to shower without clothes, none of this would have happened!

Fine. Since that was the case, she would make Mo Liang understand exactly whose fault it was.

Shen Zhiyi grabbed the small paw still resting on her head and pushed Mo Liang onto the bed.

“Eek! Is the perverted sister going to lay hands on her cute little sister? Sob.”

Mo Liang stumbled back from the push and fell onto the bed, but she kept running her mouth, not a trace of fear on her face.

She even felt a little anticipatory, wanting to see how far Shen Zhiyi would go. But she also felt uncertain. What if she really pushed the person too far and something happened beyond her control?

“Hah? You’re the one who keeps provoking me.” Shen Zhiyi laughed in anger, leaning down with one hand braced beside Mo Liang.

“Hmph, this is obviously just an excuse for the perverted sister to bully her cute little sister.”

Mo Liang stuck out her neck. Seeing that stubborn little expression, Shen Zhiyi suddenly came up with a nastier idea.

She stopped talking and slowly moved her hand under the other’s armpit, tickling with just the right pressure.

“Haha… n-no more… hahaha!”

Clearly, Mo Liang had basically zero resistance to tickling.

She tried to block with her hands, but Shen Zhiyi caught both her wrists with one hand and pinned them above her head. Her other hand continued its merciless attack.

Mo Liang was routed, unable to even complete a plea for mercy.

“Hah… stop… hurry, s-stop…”

Shen Zhiyi straddled her, holding her down firmly.

Mo Liang couldn’t turn over. Her body shook with laughter, and her little legs kicked wildly against the bedsheet, all to no avail.

She felt so humiliated. Not long ago she had been a grown man, and now Shen Zhiyi had her pinned on the bed, tickling her.

Stranger still, she should have felt shame.

Yet a vague, inexplicable feeling rose in her heart.

She kept begging for mercy, but no matter how she begged, Shen Zhiyi didn’t stop. Instead, the attack grew fiercer.

Only when Mo Liang was laughing so hard that drool leaked from the corner of her mouth and her face looked thoroughly wrecked did Shen Zhiyi finally stop, satisfied, and slowly climb off her.

Mo Liang lay limp on the bed, gasping for breath, chest rising and falling. Her eyes were wet and a little dazed as she looked at Shen Zhiyi.

“Will you dare again?” Shen Zhiyi asked.

“N-no… I won’t…” Mo Liang instinctively begged, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible, fear still in her eyes.

“Do you know what you did wrong?” Shen Zhiyi pinched Mo Liang’s cheek.

“Mm… I shouldn’t have said that about you, sister…”

Mo Liang’s words were slurred from the pinching. Her legs unconsciously splayed out in a duck-like sit. Her pajamas had somehow ridden up, exposing a small strip of her white, soft belly.

Shen Zhiyi’s gaze dropped and caught sight of Mo Liang’s exposed stomach. Her eyelid twitched. She suddenly turned her head away and lightly slapped her own cheek.

Mo Liang was stunned by the action. Before she could react, Shen Zhiyi had already withdrawn her hand, lowered her head, and pulled the pajamas back down, covering that slim white waist.

A faint blush appeared on Mo Liang’s face.

“Good that you know. I’m going to sleep. I have work tomorrow.”

Shen Zhiyi straightened up, cleared her throat, and made to get off the bed, then added.

“Remember to bring clothes when you shower from now on.”

“I know.”

Mo Liang sat cross-legged and answered quietly. Seeing Shen Zhiyi about to get off the bed, she hesitated for a moment, but in the end couldn’t hold back. She asked in a soft voice.

“Aren’t you going to sleep with me?”

Shen Zhiyi’s movement paused.

She turned her head and saw Mo Liang watching her, a sliver of bare shoulder exposed.

She opened her mouth, almost said “Okay,” but in the end shook her head.

“Forget it. The floor is cooler.”

With that, she lay down on her small mat and said no more.

Mo Liang gave a soft “Oh” and pulled the blanket up.

‘What a strange person.’

‘She insisted on squeezing into bed before, but now when I openly invite her, she doesn’t want to.’

Mo Liang pouted, muttered a couple of complaints in her head, and stopped bothering with her.

After turning off the light, her mind uncontrollably replayed the tickling scene. Shen Zhiyi’s fingers on her waist, long and slender.

A faint blush appeared on her face. She quickly turned the air conditioner down a couple more degrees. Soon after, she heard Shen Zhiyi sneeze from the small mat.

Mo Liang’s clever little head started spinning.

She hugged the blanket, climbed off the bed, tiptoed to Shen Zhiyi’s back, sat down on the floor, then inched closer bit by bit. She lifted the blanket, pressed her whole body against Shen Zhiyi, and naturally wrapped both arms around the other’s waist.

Shen Zhiyi had been sleeping hazily. The sudden soft touch behind her jolted her awake.

Mo Liang had just showered, and her body still carried a faint scent of body wash mixed with warm heat. She pressed right against Shen Zhiyi’s back.

Those hands circled her waist, neither too tight nor too loose. The legs followed, and her whole body wrapped around Shen Zhiyi from behind like an octopus.

Her body stiffened for a moment.

“Sister.” A soft call came from behind.

Shen Zhiyi closed her eyes and sighed.

It seemed there was no hope of a good night’s sleep tonight.

She lowered her voice and asked, “What are you doing?”

“Aren’t you cold? You even sneezed. I came to warm you up.”

Mo Liang’s tone was innocent and pure. As she spoke, she gently rubbed against Shen Zhiyi’s back. Her warm breath brushed the back of Shen Zhiyi’s neck.

Their bodies were pressed so tightly together that Shen Zhiyi could clearly make out the softness of the other’s chest, and the weight of that restless leg draped over hers.

Shen Zhiyi sighed again. This time she said nothing more, only squeezed an “Mm” from her throat and let her be.

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