Chapter 7 – Sleepover

Jiang Wangyue took a step forward, and Pei An followed suit.

Jiang Wangyue: “…”

Pei An: “Hehehe…”

Jiang Wangyue said coldly, “You should go back.”

Pei An blinked her delicate peach blossom eyes, looking pitiful as she said, “Sister Wangyue, my family isn’t home today. I’m so lonely.”

In reality, both her older brother and sister were at home, but she could easily come up with a thousand excuses to convince them she had overslept after training.

Jiang Wangyue: “…Don’t call me that.”

Pei An coquettishly replied, “Little Sister Wangyue~? Brother Wangyue~”

The alley they were in had almost no sound insulation. Pei An’s melodious, teasing voice echoed through the air, carrying a hint of playfulness that drew the attention of several neighbors, who poked their heads out to watch.

Jiang Wangyue had no choice but to let her in, blocking the curious gazes of onlookers. As the iron gate creaked open, the elderly couple next door began whispering in hushed tones.

It wasn’t just that the sound insulation was nonexistent—their neighbors also had ears like hawks, and their voices were anything but quiet.

“Hey, is the Jiang family’s little A getting married?” The sound of sunflower seeds being cracked echoed.

“Ah, could it be the old Jiang family won’t end their line after all?” The clack of garlic being crushed followed.

“Looks like going to a good school really helps you find a good wife. Maybe there’s a job placement involved too.” A slightly envious, sour tone.

“That little O—so high-class. Who could afford to keep her?” came a voice, followed by the clicking of tongues.

“Yeah, and once she has kids, she definitely won’t be able to stay home.” The sound of someone slapping a TV remote.

Jiang Wangyue froze, her back stiffening. She opened her mouth and said, “They’ve always talked like this. Don’t… don’t mind it.”

Pei An: “…Mm, it’s really not easy for you.”

Jiang Wangyue lowered her gaze. It was already evening, and the Y-shaped hallway was dim and cold. She reached up to turn on the light. The sickly white glow illuminated the small entryway, simply furnished.

On the brick-red desk, piles of old books were stacked beside a box of checkers, the colorful glass pieces nearly completing a game.

The room carried the quiet simplicity of city life. Intrigued, Pei An looked around until her eyes landed on one of the walls, where horizontal lines had been scratched—each one shorter than the last, descending in uneven layers.

“What’s that?” Pei An asked.

Jiang Wangyue glanced over. “Height marks.”

Pei An moved closer to examine them. The highest line barely reached her shoulder. She laughed softly. “How long has it been since you measured?”

Jiang Wangyue was silent for a moment, not answering. She wasn’t sure herself.

Pei An leaned in a little closer. Since transitioning to Alpha, her growth had accelerated. The two of them had once been the same height, but now Jiang Wangyue stood slightly taller.

The faint scent of rose incense pheromones lingered in the air, teasing her senses. Jiang Wangyue subtly stepped back. “How long are you planning to stay?” she asked.

Pei An gently pushed her inside, wrapping her arms around her waist and murmuring, “Until tomorrow morning.”

Jiang Wangyue frowned. “No way. You’re staying outside tonight?”

Pei An tilted her head slightly, looking up at her. “Outside? Does your home count as ‘outside’?”

Jiang Wangyue: “It does.”

Pei An snuggled closer, nudging her lightly. In a soft voice, she asked, “Then where exactly counts as ‘inside’?”

Jiang Wangyue ignored the implication in her tone. “Your family will worry,” she said flatly.

“I already told my brother and sister. They won’t worry,” Pei An replied smoothly.

“But didn’t you say your family isn’t home?” Jiang Wangyue pointed out.

Without missing a beat, Pei An lied effortlessly, “Yes, I just told them—they’re busy and not home right now.”

Jiang Wangyue was at a loss for how to handle her. Unable to use force to make her leave, she simply stared at Pei An for a long moment before finally speaking. “Fine. But you’d better not do anything inappropriate.”

Pei An chuckled, her peach blossom eyes gleaming with mischief. “What kind of behavior would be considered inappropriate?” she asked softly.

Her cool fingers slipped beneath the hem of Jiang Wangyue’s uniform, tracing along her waist. “Like this?”

Then, moving downward, she grazed her flat stomach. “How about this?”

Her slender finger, still over the fabric, brushed a sensitive spot. “Or perhaps… this?”

Jiang Wangyue caught her wrist, her ears turning red as she said coldly, “You should go back. It’s for the best.”

Pei An blinked, her tone soothing. “Alright, alright, I promise. I absolutely won’t touch that part. Okay?”

Jiang Wangyue stared at her for a moment before letting go. Pei An sat down on the short sofa without any hesitation. It wasn’t very comfortable, and she frowned slightly.

“I’m thirsty,” she said.

Without a word, Jiang Wangyue poured her a glass of water. Yet she stood there awkwardly, as if she were the guest instead.

Pei An held the transparent glass, her rosy lips brushing the rim. Tilting her head back slightly, she half-squinted at Jiang Wangyue as she swallowed, the delicate movement of her throat catching the light.

Her lips glistened faintly with moisture when she smiled. “Sit down,” she said, patting the seat beside her.

Expressionless, Jiang Wangyue sat down.

Pei An lifted the glass and brought it to Jiang Wangyue’s lips, amusement flickering in her eyes. Jiang Wangyue shook her head in refusal.

Pei An didn’t move away. The cool rim of the glass pressed gently against Jiang Wangyue’s lips. When she reached out to take it, Pei An caught her hand and whispered, “Let me feed you.”

With no choice, Jiang Wangyue parted her lips. Pei An poured a bit too quickly—water spilled from the corner of her mouth, sliding down her jaw and neck, pooling delicately at her collarbone.

Pei An chuckled softly. “Oh dear, so clumsy.”

She set the glass on the wooden tea table with a faint clink, then leaned closer. Her head dipped slightly as she pressed a light kiss to the droplets on Jiang Wangyue’s collarbone, her teeth grazing gently along the skin. Strands of her long hair brushed teasingly against Jiang Wangyue’s chin.

The heat of Pei An’s lips sent a tingling shiver through Jiang Wangyue’s body. She instinctively drew back, pressing a hand to Pei An’s shoulder.

“Don’t,” she said quietly.

Pei An was never one to back down. When told she couldn’t have something, she wanted it even more.

She persisted, her warm breath brushing Jiang Wangyue’s neck as her tongue softly kissed away the lingering moisture. Jiang Wangyue let out a sharp, restrained hum, raising a hand to press down on Pei An’s head. “Didn’t you promise you wouldn’t make any excessive moves?”

Pei An blinked, feigning innocence. “So this counts as excessive?”

Jiang Wangyue didn’t answer. She began to question whether letting her stay had been the right decision.

It was still early. Pei An’s gaze drifted toward the checkers set, and a smile tugged at her lips. “How about we play a game? Whoever loses takes off a piece of clothing. What do you say?”

Jiang Wangyue immediately considered kicking her out but could tell Pei An wasn’t planning to leave. “Fine. How about this—if I lose, I’ll take off a piece of clothing. But if you lose, you have to agree to one of my requests. Something reasonable.”

Pei An’s smile widened. “Otherwise, I’ll just keep pestering you.”

Jiang Wangyue was starting to understand Pei An’s ways—she never stopped until she got what she wanted. The only way to make her yield was to play along, meet her halfway, and then defeat her on her own terms.

With a calm expression, Jiang Wangyue picked up the checkers and began arranging the colorful glass pieces. She politely gestured for Pei An to make the first move.

Pei An casually jumped one of the outer pieces. Jiang Wangyue, without betraying any emotion, built her strategy carefully in the first ten moves. Pei An’s attention drifted, her eyes flicking to Jiang Wangyue every now and then as she played.

Jiang Wangyue ignored her gaze, mentally calculating each move. Soon, her glass pieces had already overtaken Pei An’s home base.

Pei An was just a few steps away. The room fell silent for a moment.

She placed her fingertips on the collar of her clothing and glanced at Jiang Wangyue, thinking she would say, “Forget it.”

But Jiang Wangyue remained silent, only staring at her.

This wasn’t good—things were starting to get tense.

Pei An smiled and said, “Ah, I wasn’t prepared for the first round, but this time…”

Jiang Wangyue said one word: “Undress.”

Hearing her speak in such a cold tone, Pei An knew there was no room for negotiation.

She blinked, her fingertips trailing from the collar down to her waist as she began undoing her belt.

Jiang Wangyue didn’t stop her little trick; she simply set the chessboard back into place. Pei An focused a little more, picking up a cool glass bead, though she still glanced at Jiang Wangyue before making her move.

However, Pei An lost again, and she began removing the accessories on her body one by one.

Jiang Wangyue didn’t look at her. After several rounds, Pei An looked herself up and down, realizing there were no more external accessories to take off. After thinking for a moment, she decided to remove her uniform. The loose top still covered her lower body, but her fair, slender legs were exposed.

Pei An hummed lightly and said, “Let me have a turn—I’m about to lose everything.”

She played dirty, spinning the chessboard around and moving the winning side to her own. This round was a victory without honor. Pei An grinned like a little fox. “You lost.”

Jiang Wangyue: …

Pei An scooted over and said, “I’m cold.”

Having regained a point with that little maneuver, her mood improved.

“Just in time—we can go take a shower.”

Jiang Wangyue chose to ignore the implication in her words and replied, “I don’t have any clothes.”

Before Jiang Wangyue could react, Pei An opened her wardrobe, picked out one of her white shirts, and without a second thought, went into the small bathroom, turning on the hot water.

Jiang Wangyue sat quietly where she was. The belt Pei An had taken off lay nearby, and her uniform still seemed to hold her warmth.

To others, Pei An was gentle and polite; to friends, she appeared casual yet considerate. However, before Chi Ye even proposed teaming up, Pei An had already set her sights on Jiang Wangyue.

The reckless and carefree Pei An—always the center of attention—loved to do things that went beyond the norm. Thinking back to their two encounters, Jiang Wangyue could feel an involuntary warmth spreading through her body. She absentmindedly touched her flushed ears, trying to suppress the discomfort in her chest.

But maybe Pei An was just temporarily fascinated. She had never lacked anything in her life, and Jiang Wangyue’s coldness had simply sparked her desire to conquer. Once Pei An wanted something, she would stop at nothing to get it.

Moreover, they were from completely different worlds.

When Pei An came out, she saw Jiang Wangyue deep in thought, her eyes lowered in contemplation. The delicate, refined face she usually wore was now serious, but carried an air of indifference. Her long eyelashes, unlike most, were not curled but straight—almost a faint line.

Jiang Wangyue looked up and met Pei An’s gaze, still faintly misted with water. There was a soft flush on Pei An’s enchanting face, and her shirt had two buttons undone, exposing her slender collarbones. Jiang Wangyue turned her face away. “You should go to bed.”

Pei An’s eyes, slightly reddened at the corners, lifted with a playful smile. “I’ll wait for you.”

Jiang Wangyue entered the bathroom. The small, steamy space was filled with the faint scent of Pei An’s rose incense pheromones. The fragrance seemed to cling to her, almost dragging her thoughts back to that one time.

She closed her eyes for a moment and turned the faucet to cold water. The chilly stream splashed onto her fair skin, trickling down her abdomen. The cold water helped soothe the slight swelling there, and she exhaled a breath. “What’s wrong with me?”

Regaining her composure, Jiang Wangyue returned to her room. Pei An was lounging against the headboard, flipping through her certificates and grinning. “When you were in second grade, Jiang Wangyue, little friend, you won first place in the ping-pong ball contest.”

Jiang Wangyue didn’t know what to say. She quietly spread a blanket on the floor, preparing to sleep there. Pei An leaned over the edge of the bed and asked, “Why don’t you come up here?”

“And if you come down?”

“Alright.”

Pei An got out of bed and half-knelt beside Jiang Wangyue. Her loose shirt barely covered her fair legs, but instead of replying, Jiang Wangyue rose and climbed back onto the bed.

Pei An: “You know I’ll follow you up, right?”

Jiang Wangyue: “…Can we sleep apart?”

Pei An: “But I’m cold. I promise I won’t do anything inappropriate.”

Jiang Wangyue fell silent for a moment, then shifted over to make space beside her. Pei An smiled. As expected, Jiang Wangyue was soft and yielding—but only when it came to certain things.

Pei An climbed into bed, positioning herself carefully without making any moves toward her. She turned on her side, closed her eyes, and curled up slightly. Her breath—gentle and soft—drifted near Jiang Wangyue’s ear.

Jiang Wangyue tried to ignore the warmth of the person beside her, slowly calming her breath. Half-dreaming, half-awake, Pei An inched closer, raising her hand to wrap it around Jiang Wangyue’s waist. Her long, slender legs draped over Jiang Wangyue’s, and in that instant, Jiang Wangyue stiffened.

“You’re reacting,” Pei An whispered with a smile, her eyes still closed.

“Stop talking,” Jiang Wangyue muttered, clearly annoyed.

Pei An obeyed, closing her mouth and drawing even closer. She shifted her leg, rubbing it lightly against Jiang Wangyue’s as if to find a more comfortable position. A soft “hmm” escaped her lips as she held Jiang Wangyue tighter, no longer moving. Their breaths intertwined—one deep, one shallow—while Pei An inhaled the faint, cool scent of white musk clinging to Jiang Wangyue’s skin.

She liked Jiang Wangyue’s scent.

Normally, she would toss and turn for a long time before falling asleep, and the slightest noise would wake her from her light slumber. But Jiang Wangyue’s scent was like a one-in-a-million sleeping pill to her.

Especially when she was being pl*asured beneath her. The cold, aloof white musk pheromones enveloped her from all directions, and as Jiang Wangyue’s impressively d*ck went in and out, a hazy sense of security and the pl*asure surged through her body. Pei An liked being f*ck by Jiang Wangyue.

Jiang Wangyue was being pressed down by Pei An. The rose incense pheromones seemed to intensify slightly. Her legs were pressed against Pei An’s center and her lower abdomen was starting to swell again. Jiang Wangyue shifted her body, and Pei An said in her ear, “Don’t move.”

She hesitated, but still said, “Don’t you…”

Pei An said, “It’s warm there, and I’m cold.”

Jiang Wangyue: “Didn’t you say…”

Pei An interrupted her, “Ah, I said I wouldn’t touch that part of you, but I didn’t say I wouldn’t touch that place, right?”

Jiang Wangyue’s heart skipped a beat. Before she could understand what she meant, Pei An pinned down her lower body, her fingertips reaching under the hem of her clothes, skimming over her lower abdomen, and instantly arriving at her crotch.