Wu Yun's lips were right next to Qi Fei's ear as he spoke, his hot breath making her shiver. Goosebumps visibly rose on her skin.
Qi Fei was wearing a thin cotton nightgown, and with Wu Yun hugging her from behind, the single layer of fabric did little to block their contact.
She felt something press against her from behind. She may have never eaten pork, but she'd seen a pig run—she knew exactly what it was in an instant.
Wu Yun wasn't dry yet, and his embrace soaked the back of her nightgown. The white cotton turned semi-translucent when wet, though Wu Yun couldn't see it for the time being.
The warm air on her ear made Qi Fei's entire body go limp, and she leaned back against Wu Yun involuntarily.
Wu Yun's head rounded her shoulder. His right hand tilted her chin up, and he pressed his lips against hers.
.........
"Feifei! Are you okay?" a voice with a hint of a Northeastern accent called from outside, followed by a knock. It was Song Qin.
