The living room in Song Yu’s home was empty, with Song Yu’s sportswear and shorts, which she wore while running, scattered on the messy sofa.

I suddenly felt nervous. Could Song Yu be taking a shower?

Looking around, Song Yu was still nowhere to be seen.

This is the downside of large apartments; living alone in one can feel too spacious and lonely.

“Sister Yu, are you there?”

As I familiarized myself with Song Yu’s room, I called out softly.

As they reached the master bedroom door, Song Yu’s voice could be faintly heard: “Is that Lin Yuan?”

“Sister Yu, it’s me.”

Just as I expected, Song Yu was indeed taking a shower.

Her clear voice came from the crack in the bedroom door: “Lin Yuan, sit on the sofa and wait a moment, I’ll be done taking a shower soon.”

“Your foot is injured, don’t you need my help to take a shower?”

Although I thought these things in my heart, I would never dare to say them out loud.

I placed the food I had brought on the table and waited quietly for Song Yu.

While waiting, I received a message on WeChat: “I’m off!”

“good.”

I replied and put down my phone.

“Are you treating people so perfunctorily?” was followed by a wronged expression.

I couldn’t help but smile, and typed back, “You’ll see how perfunctory I am in a moment…”

The other end instantly sent a selfie of slender, long legs, along with a cute animated emoticon that feigned shyness.

“This little girl…”

I felt a slight burning desire. Even though he knew I was a leg fetishist, he deliberately sent me photos of exposed legs to seduce me.

Speaking of this, I suddenly thought of the beautiful women around me. Whether it was my mother, my aunt Chi Qingqiu, my sister Lin Xi, my teacher Chu Ning, Song Yu, and others, they were all tall and beautiful. None of them were shorter than 1.7 meters, and without exception, they all had a pair of perfect long legs, which completely satisfied my desire as a leg fetishist.

Why are men fascinated by women’s legs? Because the most beautiful part of a woman’s body is hidden between her legs.

“Ta-da…”

While I was thinking, Song Yu, wearing a one-piece pajama set, hopped towards me on one foot.

Her skirt covered her mid-thighs, revealing a pair of fair and smooth thighs, and her breasts, neither too big nor too small, swayed up and down with her bouncing, dazzling the eye.

The scene before me made me wonder if Song Yu was wearing nipple covers or going braless this time?

“Sister Yu, slow down,”

I quickly stepped forward and naturally placed her arm on my shoulder, while gently holding her smooth waist with one hand.

I’ve touched every single one of their beautiful feet, so what are these other actions compared to that?

A fleeting hint of unease crossed Song Yu’s face, but she didn’t refuse, and I helped her to the dining table.

I pulled out a chair and helped her sit down: “Sister Yu, were you getting impatient again? I’ve made you wait twice today.”

“A little.”

Song Yu didn’t stand on ceremony with me, and said with a slightly reproachful tone, “You’ve been gone for so long, I was getting impatient waiting for you, so I had to take a shower first.”

“Sister Yu, please forgive me…”

As I “begged” for forgiveness, I sat down opposite her and said, “Consider this food as an apology to you.”

Song Yu’s lack of feigned politeness towards me meant that our relationship had taken another significant step forward.

“Then let me try your cooking!”

Song Yu smiled as she opened the box and picked up a piece of the stewed chicken with her chopsticks.

“It was cooked in a pressure cooker, so it should be quite mushy.”

As I introduced the shrimp, I peeled it and placed it on Song Yu’s plate.

Although I desperately want to have Song Yu under me right now, I should be mindful of maintaining appropriate distance when dealing with women.

Today I’ve been close enough with Song Yu, so it’s good to maintain a proper distance. That’s why I didn’t offer the peeled shrimp to Song Yu’s lips.

Song Yu chewed on some chicken, then put the shrimp I had peeled into her greasy little mouth. She mumbled, “He’s quite the gentleman, he even knows how to peel shrimp for a girl.”

“I’m always a gentleman, Sister Yu, eat slowly, no one’s going to take it from you.”

I smiled helplessly and served her a bowl of barley and mung bean porridge: “Have some porridge to help you cool down. It’s so hot, this is specially made to relieve heat and cool you down.”

“Delicious! Delicious!”

Song Yu ate with great relish and praised it highly.

She gave me a thumbs-up, then popped a small piece of chicken into her mouth.

Eat slowly.

I slowly peeled the shrimp for her and then placed them one by one on the plate in front of her.

“Your skills are impressive, Lin Yuan!” Song Yu continued to praise, “You could apply for a chef position at a five-star hotel.”

I held the last shrimp to her lips, and Song Yu instinctively opened her red lips to take it.

When Song Yu’s red lips gently kissed the edge of my fingers, a tingling sensation instantly swept through my entire body.

Song Yu also sensed something was wrong instantly, and after gently nibbling at my finger with her lips, she immediately let go.

“Hmm, not bad, not bad!”

She deliberately chewed the shrimp meat in her mouth with big bites, but her eyes avoided my gaze, glancing away shyly.

Having achieved my goal, I continued the conversation, actively dispelling the awkward atmosphere: “I’m self-taught, how can I compare to a master chef?”

Song Yu took a sip of mung bean porridge: “At the very least, I can easily outperform British chefs.”

“Mmm, not bad, not bad, another bowl, please!”

Song Yu wiped her mouth and handed the porcelain bowl back to me.

I smiled wryly to myself. I had brought enough food for two people, but Song Yu had devoured it all by himself.

Song Yu drank about half of it, then suddenly let out a short burp.

“Well……”

I looked at her.

I must say, even a beautiful woman’s burps are pleasing to the eye, and quite cute.

Noticing my surprised gaze, her face flushed and her voice was slightly shy: “I’m full. I’ve never eaten so much before.”

“It’s good that you’re full, which means my cooking skills are at least up to par with you.”

Song Yu patted her lower abdomen, her tone full of satisfaction: “Today’s meal is the best I’ve had since I went abroad to study and since I returned to China.”

I laughed and said, “The best food is probably the food my mother makes.”

Well, except for the food cooked by Ms. Chi Qinglan.

Upon hearing this, Song Yu awkwardly smoothed his bangs and said, “I haven’t been home since I returned to China.”

I wisely refrained from asking further questions and instead began cleaning up the trash on the table.

After I finished cleaning up, I picked up the remaining half bowl of porridge in front of Song Yu and drank it.

What are you doing?

Song Yu’s eyes widened, her face filled with question marks and shock.

“Let’s eat.”

I winked at her and finished the porridge that Song Yu had left over.

Song Yu stammered, “That…that’s…what I left over…”

“I know.”

I nodded, looking very serious: “But I haven’t eaten yet, Sister Yu. Don’t worry, I don’t mind.”

“ah?”

Song Yu glanced at the table in surprise and realized that I had brought two portions of food.

Realizing she had eaten my food, her pretty face turned bright red, and she began to stammer even more.

She waved her little hand, flustered, and explained, “Um… I didn’t notice… I… I didn’t expect you hadn’t eaten. It’s just… it’s so delicious! Oh dear, I’m so embarrassed!”

Song Yu suddenly let out a groan, turned her pretty face up and covered her flushed cheeks, feeling extremely ashamed.

“It’s okay, the fact that Sister Yu likes it so much means that my cooking is good.”

After a long while, the blush on Song Yu’s pretty face slowly faded: “How about I transfer you some money, and you can order another takeout?”

“Need not.”

I threw the takeout box into the trash bag: “I didn’t eat much this morning anyway.”

“All right……”

Song Yu rubbed her little finger, still looking a little embarrassed.

“Sister Yu, is your ankle feeling any better?”

Song Yu said with a wry smile, “It probably won’t get better anytime soon. Based on my years of experience with sprained ankles, it shouldn’t be a big problem, but it will be very painful.”

I said worriedly, “I suggest you go to the hospital to get it checked out.”

“No need, no need.” Song Yu shook her head, then waved to me, indicating that I should help her to the sofa.

“You’ll be fine after a period of rest.”

I gently supported her slender waist again and half-embraced her as we walked towards the sofa.

“Should I ask your boss for a day off?”

“I’ve already invited them.”

Song Yu picked up a tangerine and handed it to me: “Try it, it’s very sweet.”

I peeled the skin off the tangerine, broke off a segment of the plump, glistening fruit, and handed it to Song Yu: “I haven’t asked you what you do for a living yet, Sister Yu?”

Song Yu reached out and took the tangerine, popping it into her mouth: “I recently applied for a job as a fashion designer at a company.”

“A fashion designer?” I was slightly surprised. “Isn’t it a bit of a waste of your talents to be a fashion designer, considering you’re a returnee from overseas?”

“Isn’t that a narrow-minded view?” Song Yu explained with a light laugh, “When it comes to internationally popular luxury clothing, China is still slightly behind those Western countries. There are things we can learn from them.”

“Okay.” I peeled another segment of tangerine and handed it to Song Yu: “From now on, I’ll be in charge of bringing you meals.”

“How could I possibly accept this?”

Song Yu reached out and took it. Her beautiful eyes sparkled, but she didn’t refuse my suggestion. Clearly, the food I made suited her taste.

I stood up and said, “Sister Yu, you rest first, I’ll help you clean up.”

Song Yu quickly grabbed my hand: “No need, no need, you should rest too.”

“I hurt you, this is what I should do.” I pulled my hand away from Song Yu’s and tidied myself up.

Song Yu couldn’t persuade me otherwise, so she reluctantly agreed.

Song Yu stared at my retreating figure: “Aren’t you quite skilled at doing housework?”

“There’s no other way. My mom is a very busy person, and my sister is a very lazy person, so I have to do the housework.”

“Hehe…” Song Yu chuckled, covering her mouth. “Won’t your sister be angry when she hears this?”

“Angry?” I laughed helplessly. “She’ll probably create more garbage to deliberately mess things up for me.”

Song Yu’s house was quite tidy, and I tidied up quickly. Before long, there wasn’t much left to do.

Seeing the clothes scattered on the sofa beside Song Yu, I picked them up casually: “Sister Yu, where is your washing machine?”

Song Yu pointed to the master bedroom door: “It’s on the balcony of my bedroom. You can just throw it in the washing machine.”

“Master bedroom balcony?”

“Uh…” Song Yu explained, “I was thinking of installing the washing machine on the master bedroom balcony, so that I can just throw the clothes in after taking them off, which would be quite convenient.”

I took Song Yu’s workout clothes and shorts as I walked towards her bedroom, asking as I went, “Won’t the washing machine disturb you while you’re resting?”

“No way…”

I walked into Song Yu’s bedroom. It was still tidy, with a large pink bed inside. I didn’t expect that Song Yu, who was only twenty-five or twenty-six years old, still had such a girlish heart.

A laptop was placed on a table next to the bed, and several fashion design sketches were also on the table.

I glanced at it but wasn’t particularly interested. What did interest me were two petal-shaped nipple covers, about the size of bottle caps, in the trash can next to the corner of the table.

“call…”

My breathing suddenly tightened. My guess this morning was right; Song Yu was indeed using nipple covers.

Two small nipple covers lay quietly in the trash can, accepting their owner’s heartless abandonment.

Thinking back to Song Yu’s perfectly sized and firm breasts, I felt a strong urge to hold them in my hands and play with them.

I didn’t linger in Song Yu’s bedroom, lest I linger too long and upset her, and quickly went to the balcony.

To my surprise, an even bigger surprise awaited me: on the lid of the washing machine on the balcony, there was a delicate and petite pair of silver-gray ice silk underwear.

Song Yu must have just taken it off recently, as it probably still retains her body heat and fragrance.

Looking at the underwear in front of me, I didn’t feel much lust or desire; instead, I hesitated for a moment.

Although I’ve known Song Yu for half a year and our relationship has progressed significantly, it’s clear that our relationship hasn’t reached the point where we can casually touch each other’s underwear.

Just then, a series of rapid “thump-thump-thump” sounds came from outside the door, and Song Yu was hopping quickly on one leg, supporting himself against the wall.

“Sister Yu, slow down.”

I instinctively stepped forward and put my arm around her waist.

After a while, holding Song Yu’s slender waist almost became a habit.

Song Yu was panting heavily, and a faint pink blush appeared on her fair skin exposed outside her nightgown.

She leaned against me, looking very uncomfortable: “I… I’ll do it.”

She took the clothes from my hand and then picked up the silk underwear from the washing machine lid, preparing to throw it into the washing machine.

I don’t know if it was because of my desire, but I acted impulsively and grabbed Song Yu’s wrist without thinking: “Sister Yu, it’s best to hand wash underwear and other intimate clothing as much as possible. It’s good for women’s health.”

I don’t know what I was thinking, but I gently took her underwear from Song Yu’s hand and said, “Your feet are injured, so I’ll wash them.”

Song Yu’s mouth was slightly open in an O shape. She looked dazed, her mind clearly not quite processing what was happening.

I suddenly felt a pang of regret and silently scolded myself for my rashness and recklessness.

If Song Yu turns against me now, everything I’ve done will not only be in vain, but it will also make her resent me.

“No, no need.”

Song Yu snapped out of her daze, her pretty face flushed red, and quickly shook her head in refusal.

Seeing Song Yu’s reaction, I breathed a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness, Song Yu didn’t turn on me. Since she won’t harbor any ill will towards me, her goodwill towards me is about to increase by leaps and bounds.

“It’s best to avoid washing underwear in a washing machine, as washing machines can easily breed bacteria.”

I gritted my teeth. Since things had come to this point, I might as well go all the way and see it through to the end.

So I asked directly, “Sister Yu, is that the basin you usually use to wash your underwear?”

Song Yu and I argued for a long time, and seeing that I persisted, she stopped refusing.

She bit her red lips and silently pointed to a small basin in the master bathroom.

Damn, the master bathroom in this penthouse is so big! The bathtub is big enough for two or three people to take a bath together!

To be honest, the bathtub in my mother’s bedroom is about the same size as the bathtub in Song Yu’s master bedroom. Unfortunately, my sister and I also have bathtubs in our bathrooms, so I never got to take a bath in my mother’s private bathtub.

I went into the bathroom, filled a container with water from Song Yu’s bag, soaked her already sweat-soaked underwear in it, and then poured in laundry detergent to gently wash it: “Sister Yu, your legs are inconvenient, so as the culprit, it’s only right that I do these things.”

After a long pause, Song Yu slowly said, “It’s a bit embarrassing to let a grown man like you do this.”

What’s wrong with that?

I poured a few extra drops of laundry detergent onto the areas of Song Yu’s vagina and anus covered by her underwear and scrubbed them vigorously: “I’m the one who washes most of my sister’s underwear.”

As Song Yu watched my hands moving back and forth, she subtly crossed her legs: “How old is your sister? Why are you taking such good care of her?”

Song Yu’s little leg-crossing gesture did not escape my notice. While I felt a slight joy in my heart, I remained outwardly calm: “She is also sixteen years old. She and I are twins.”

“Sixteen years old?” Song Yu looked surprised, clearly not expecting that the little sister I had taken such good care of would be the same age as me.

Song Yu leaned against the door frame and chuckled softly, “No wonder you’re so skilled at washing clothes. Looks like you’ve gained experience washing clothes for your sister.”

“no way.”

It was sweltering, and I wiped the sweat from my forehead with my arm: “Aren’t little sisters meant to be pampered?”

Seeing this, Song Yu hopped forward on one leg and gently wiped the sweat from my face with a face towel. “I wish I had a brother like that. Unfortunately, my younger brother is just as good-for-nothing and ignorant as my two cousins.”

“Sister Yu can also treat me like a younger brother.”

I said jokingly, “Just treat me like your own younger brother.”

Song Yu chuckled, her tone no longer showing any restraint: “Since you’ve said so, and I don’t have any friends or relatives in Wanghai City, then I’ll take your words seriously?”

I feigned grievance: “I’ve always called you Sister Yu and treated you like my own sister. It turns out you’ve never treated me like your younger brother.”

Song Yu gently tapped my forehead: “Smooth talker.”

I washed Song Yu’s underwear and deliberately asked, “Sister Yu, where are your bras? Let me wash them too.”

Upon hearing this, Song Yu hesitated for a long time before finally saying in a tone filled with deep shame, “I rarely wear a bra…”

“Oh…” I feigned ignorance: “If you’re not wearing a bra, what are you going to wear?”

“you…!”

Song Yu didn’t know I was doing it on purpose. She was both embarrassed and angry, and reached out to pinch my ear: “Don’t ask girls such private questions, understand?”

I pleaded in a low voice, “Sister Yu, you’re still a girl, aren’t you?”

Upon hearing this, Song Yu raised an eyebrow: “What? Who says a twenty-five-year-old can’t be a girl? I’ve been single since birth, so why am I not a girl?”

“Sister Yu doesn’t have a boyfriend?”

I held Song Yu’s damp underwear and grinned mischievously, “Sister Yu, would you like to consider my suggestion from this morning? I really want to hold three gold bricks.”

Song Yu laughed and let go of my ear: “Dream on, I don’t like little brothers.”

I said, feeling wronged, “What’s wrong with my younger brother?”

“My younger brother doesn’t know how to be considerate or caring, and he doesn’t have any boyfriend qualities.”

Am I not considerate and caring enough?

“Um…”

Song Yu tapped her finger on the distinctive dimple on her pretty face: “You’re an exception.”

As Song Yu and I joked around, I hung her underwear on the clothesline. The bright sunlight shone through the silk fabric onto my face, making me squint.

When I was holding Song Yu’s underwear just now, the part of the underwear covering Song Yu’s vulva was noticeably wetter than the other parts that were soaked with sweat.

“Let’s go and rest in the living room.”

Song Yu waved to me, signaling me to help her to the living room.

I had the urge to tease her, so I suddenly picked her up in a princess carry, one arm around her waist and the other around her legs.

Song Yu exclaimed in surprise and quickly wrapped her arms tightly around my neck.

I carried her to the living room and spun her around twice, then deliberately asked, “Who says a younger brother can’t be a boyfriend?”

Song Yu laughed nonstop, her beautiful eyes crinkling into crescent moons: “Are you trying to kill me? Surprise attack?”

“Who told you to say your younger brother doesn’t have any boyfriend qualities?”

I held her and bounced her up in the air like I was holding a child before catching her firmly: “Is my boyfriend strength enough?”

“That’s enough, that’s enough…”

Song Yu screamed continuously from her red lips. What was supposed to be a princess carry turned into a situation where she tightly wrapped her legs around my waist, clinging to me like a koala.

Song Yu’s face was flushed, her expression a mixture of joy and a hint of excitement. She tapped my forehead hard: “Put me down right now.”

Although her tone carried a hint of reproach, anyone could tell she was very happy.

I held Song Yu tightly around the waist, soothing my erection while afraid it might offend her, and carried her toward the sofa.

Song Yu’s delicate body slid downwards without warning, and I hurriedly caught her two full, soft buttocks in a panic.

Song Yu’s buttocks felt wonderful to the touch; even through a thin nightgown, you could feel the softness and smoothness of her flesh.

Song Yu trembled slightly, then glanced at me with her beautiful eyes, but knowing I didn’t mean it, she didn’t say anything more.

I smiled sheepishly and gently placed her on the sofa.

After the revelry came a rare moment of peace. Song Yu and I sat on the sofa, silent for a long time.

After sitting for a long time, I couldn’t help but steal a glance at Song Yu’s pretty face.

The blush on Song Yu’s face hadn’t faded yet when their eyes met: “What are you looking at, you little pervert?”

I smiled wryly. Well, now I’m in trouble. In just one day, I’ve been labeled a pervert by both my sister and Song Yu.

“Didn’t I tell you? Sister Yu is so beautiful, I can’t help but take a second look.”

Song Yu feigned disgust: “Good oil, good oil.”

Just then, my phone beeped. I took it out and looked at it. Song Yu saw that I was leaving and said kindly, “Go ahead and do what you need to do. I’m fine here.”

As expected of the older sister, she is much more considerate and sensible than her younger sister.

“Okay.” I said worriedly, “Sister Yu, if anything happens, give me a call. I’ll come see you as soon as I’ve dealt with things over there.”

“Okay, okay, go ahead, go ahead.” Song Yu waved to me.

I took the trash I had collected, said goodbye to Song Yu, and left her house.

“call……”

Once the door closed, Song Yu, who was on the sofa, let out a long sigh of relief. She gently patted her cheeks and said, “That wicked little pervert is finally gone.”

Song Yu muttered to herself, “After all these years, I’m still so embarrassed by a little boy.”

She sighed softly again: “What’s the point of washing just one pair of underwear? I still need to wash the ones I’m wearing…”

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yu felt a surge of heat and excitement returning to his body.

She moved her round buttocks to the edge of the sofa, slightly raised her plump hips, and pulled down her panties from under her nightgown.

The area between the panties and the hidden, beautiful opening between the legs gradually stretched into a long, sticky, and erotic line.

Looking at the obscene stain on her underwear, Song Yu felt an immense sense of shame.

“Song Yu, how can you be so pathetic? You can even get all wet just looking at a young boy washing your underwear…”