Shen Ruxue stepped into the law firm. The layout was simple: the reception area flowed directly into the open workspace—the firm’s largest section, utterly devoid of privacy.
The only semi-private spaces were the partitioned meeting rooms and, deep inside, Yingyu Chi’s personal office. Separated by a dedicated client meeting room, even poor soundproofing ensured colleagues could never overhear what happened behind Yingyu’s closed door.
After briefly stating her purpose, Shen Ruxue was led to the central meeting room by reception. A cup of water was placed before her with instructions to wait. When the staffer moved to alert Yingyu Chi, Shen Ruxue stopped her. She’d come specifically to eavesdrop on her sister and that woman. Any interruption would ruin everything. She merely mentioned she had an appointment and had arrived early. Satisfied, the receptionist retreated.
Shen Ruxue watched the partition door click shut. She crept toward her sister’s office side, dumped the tea from the disposable cup, and pressed the cup against the wall. Her ear followed. Now, every whisper from the adjacent office would be clear.
Rumors about her sister’s current life had reached her ears. The child she’d once cradled and comforted had become a legend. Without decades of extra life experience, Shen Ruxue knew the "prodigy" title would never have been hers. She relied on an older soul; her sister was the true genius—a flawless, breathtaking legal prodigy.
What Shen Ruxue didn’t know was that Yingyu Chi’s brilliance and achievements were inseparable from Jianglai. Her husband and her sister had been entwined for over a decade. Though still separate beings, they’d become utterly indivisible. Everything Jianglai and Shen Ruxue now possessed relied on each other’s support.
Shen Ruxue had been away too long. She no longer understood their hearts. Once the one who knew them best, she now stood like a stranger—unable to reveal herself openly.
As anxiety tightened her chest, a tremulous, girlish voice drifted through the wall.
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"Yingyu, I’m plenty warm now. You don’t need to hold me like this anymore."
From the moment Jianglai entered the office, Yingyu Chi had cradled her like a doll. Her embrace radiated warmth, melting Jianglai’s chill. The AC’s constant blast risked giving her a chill, but Yingyu’s body heat soothed her deeply.
A hug should last moments—but even as heat built between them, Yingyu refused to let go. Their position was awkward: Yingyu sat rigidly in her office chair while Jianglai straddled her lap like a seductress. Had Jianglai worn a pencil skirt or cute shorts, the pose would’ve been dangerously alluring.
Yingyu usually dressed for practicality—gender-neutral clothes that never drew attention. Now, she regretted not owning something sexy to wear for her brother-in-law. Just to feast his eyes.
"But I haven’t had enough cuddles yet," Yingyu whined, voice dripping with childish petulance. Jianglai always melted at this tone. Her little sister was confiding in her, leaning on her. As the elder, how could she refuse?
Jianglai hated feeling useless. Where she could offer comfort, she’d give it fully. This dependence was trust. She couldn’t betray it. The woman who’d tensed at the intimate position now relaxed, arms sliding around Yingyu’s slender back, fingers tracing slow circles.
"Clothes are such a nuisance," Yingyu murmured into Jianglai’s shoulder, craving to strip away every layer, to feel raw skin and warmth. "You always carry that unique scent, brother-in-law." She wanted to confess her addiction—to how withdrawal clawed at her if she went a day without it. But such words might scare her precious Jianglai.
"What scent? I use the same shampoo and body wash as you," Jianglai countered softly. To prove it, she nuzzled Yingyu’s neck, arms tightening around her waist to steady herself.
Yingyu caught Jianglai’s waist as she leaned in, guiding her closer. Her lips found Jianglai’s throat. Teeth grazed the pale skin—a playful nip that left a vivid red mark.
A warm tongue traced the bite. The wet, cool sensation sent shivers down Jianglai’s spine, contrasting sharply with the heat of Yingyu’s mouth. The strange, tender assault made her tremble. An involuntary moan escaped her lips. *Since when did my sister-in-law bite like a kitten?*
"It stings a little…" Jianglai gasped.
