Going home for Chinese New Year, I squeezed onto a bus with three energetic young women.

Fifteen minutes later.

The Panamera stopped in front of a low-key-looking hotel.

Bai Li took out his phone, found Tao Hua's room number, and led the three women to the top floor.

The suite door opened, and Bai Li froze for two seconds.

Tao Hua wasn't exaggerating.

The entire suite is at least 200 square meters, with a four-meter high ceiling in the living room and floor-to-ceiling windows offering views of the city's nightscape.

The master bedroom has a round waterbed with a dark blue mattress. You can adjust the rocking frequency by pressing a remote control on the bedside table.

Further inside, there are two additional bedrooms, each with a different style.

One room was decorated in a dark red color scheme, with a whip and a candle standing in the corner.

The other room was even more outrageous, with a swing hanging from the ceiling and boxes of all sizes on the shelves next to it, labeled in various colors.

Bai Li glanced at the welcome card on the coffee table in the living room, which read—

"Dear guest, this suite has passed the national soundproofing test standards. Please enjoy your private time."

There is another line of smaller text below.

There are no surveillance cameras in the room. If you need to verify, please contact the front desk to obtain testing tools.

Bai Lizhen asked the front desk for testing equipment and carefully scanned each room.

Clean.

There were no cameras, not even pinholes.

He put the detector back on the coffee table and returned to the master bedroom.

Xie Lingmo had already been lifted onto the waterbed by Zhang Qian and Li Jiaxin.

Bai Li bent down and took off Xie Lingmo's shoes.

There was a small sweat stain at the toe of his white over-the-knee stockings. He took the stockings off again and threw them on the carpet next to the bed.

"Big brother, here's a towel." Bai Li took the towel from Zhang Qian and carefully wiped Xie Lingmo's face and neck.

When the towel touched her face, Xie Lingmo whimpered twice, turned over, buried her face in the pillow, and mumbled something indistinctly:

"My friend...the waterbed is so shaky..."

Then nothing happened.

Her breathing became long and even; she had fallen asleep.

After wiping her face, Bai Li draped a thin blanket over her, finally taking care of the drunken kitten.

He wiped the sweat from his brow and looked at Li Jiaxin and Zhang Qian, saying:

"I'm going to take a shower first to get rid of the smell of alcohol..."

"Um... Big brother, let's go take a shower too..." Li Jiaxin and Zhang Qian responded and started looking around for bath towels.

The two girls spoke hesitantly, making Bai Li feel that they weren't up to anything...

But Bai Li was indeed a bit tired today, so she didn't think about it too much.

Bai Li only went to the spare bathroom after the two young women had gone into the bathroom.

Hot water poured over her head, and Xie Lingmo felt much of the heat subside.

Ten minutes later.

Bai Li came out of the bathroom, drying her hair, put on a hotel bathrobe, and lay down on the waterbed.

The waterbed swayed slightly with his weight.

Xie Lingmo rolled over beside him, subconsciously moving closer to Bai Li, burying her head in his arms, her breathing even.

Bai Li stared blankly at the ceiling.

His gaze fell on the rope hanging from the ceiling.

Then I looked at the hanging basket in the corner.

He turned his head and glanced again at the rocking horse leaning against the wall.

"What are all these things?"

Bai Li was pondering the load-bearing capacity of the suspended basket.

The bathroom door opened.

Steam billowed out, blurring the outline of the door frame.

Two figures emerged from the mist, one in front of the other.

Li Jiaxin walked ahead, her long purple hair sticking wetly to her shoulders and collarbone.

She gripped the edge of the bath towel with her hands, walking step by step toward Bai Li, loosening her grip a little with each step.

Zhang Qian followed behind, her long blue hair twisted into a knot and draped over her chest, water droplets dripping down the ends of her hair.

The white bath towel wrapped around her waist was only one loop, and as she swayed with her steps, the skin at the base of her thighs was faintly visible.

The two walked to the edge of the waterbed.

At the same time, let go.

Two bath towels fell onto the carpet, making a soft sound.

Bai Li swallowed hard.

He turned his gaze away from the two of them and glanced at Xie Lingmo, who was curled up and fast asleep beside him.

Her short pink hair was spread out on the pillow, her mouth was slightly open, and her breath smelled of alcohol.

"Ling Mo is still here." Bai Li cleared his throat. "How about... we postpone it tonight?"

Li Jiaxin didn't stop.

Zhang Qian didn't stop either.

The two men, one on each side, pressed their knees against the edge of the waterbed, causing the surface to sway slightly.

Zhang Qian knelt to Bai Li's right, her blue hair falling down and brushing against his chest, her voice soft and hoarse.

"She has to be by my side."

Li Jiaxin leaned over from the left, her purple hair brushing against Bai Li's cheek, and finished the sentence.

"If they weren't nearby, we wouldn't be here..."

Bai Li looked at the two faces close to his eyes.

She had long, flowing blue hair, reddish eyes, and lips that looked especially full from being soaked in hot water.

A head of purple hair clung wetly to her neck, the patterns on her floral legs were particularly clear in the warm light, and a water droplet clung to her collarbone.

"Alright then." Bai Li sighed.

"You guys are so mean."

Zhang Qian nestled against his chest, tilted her head to look at him, and then suddenly kissed him, saying:

"So, does the older brother like it?"

Bai Li did not answer.

He stretched out his two arms.

With his left hand gripping Li Jiaxin's lower back, he pulled her over with a forceful tug.

He ran his right hand through Zhang Qian's blue hair, cupped the back of her head with his palm, and pressed down.

He answered that question powerfully with his actions.

......

An hour later...

Xie Lingmo frowned in her sleep.

Then she turned over, facing Bai Li, her eyes closed, and mumbled incoherently in her sleep:

"Bai Li... Bai Li..."

Her brows furrowed even more, and her voice became urgent:

"Earthquake! Run!"

After saying this, she unconsciously nudged Bai Li closer.

Li Jiaxin, supporting herself on Bai Li's shoulder, lowered her head, her wet purple hair hanging between them, and whispered a breathless laugh in Bai Li's ear:

"Big brother."

She turned her head and pushed away Xie Lingmo, who was wrapped in the blanket and whimpering, trying to snuggle closer to Bai Li:

"The pink-haired girl called your name again."

Zhang Qian raised her head from the other side, her blue hair scattered across the pillow.

She bit her lower lip, her eyes glistening with tears, her voice broken and intermittent:

"Good for you shouting it..."

"I shouted it out... so I sped up."

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