After the breakup, I was taken in by a group of trendy young women.

Shen Na smiled and said, "I don't want to."

She said those two words with her lips slightly parted and her teeth bit down on the inside of her lips.

"I was just asking."

Her knees were pressed against his waist, and through the thin fabric of his loungewear shorts, he could feel the warmth of her knees.

The leg was long and straight, and the curve from the ankle to the knee looked like it was drawn in one stroke.

Shen Qing's fingers were still drawing circles on his shoulder. As they drew, the position changed, sliding down his arm from his shoulder, through his upper arm, elbow, and forearm, finally landing on the back of his hand.

Her fingers slipped between his and locked together.

Lin Ye's left hand was held by Shen Qing, and his right hand was blocked by Shen Na's leg, leaving him sandwiched between the two.

He leaned back, his back pressed against the hardwood surface of the chair back, and looked up to his left and then to his right.

"You two,"

His voice was a little lower than before, "You're nervous about filming the promotional video tomorrow, is that why?"

Shen Qing did not answer.

She lowered her head, her lips close to his ear, her warm breath brushing against his earlobe, carrying a hint of lemony toothpaste scent.

"elder brother,"

Her voice was as soft as a cat's meow, "We have to film all day tomorrow, I'm so nervous."

Then Shen Qing's lips descended, brushing past his earlobe, down his jawline, and stopping at the side of his neck.

Shen Na leaned down from the other side and kissed his lips.

Her lips were soft, still warm from the mutton soup and slightly spicy.

She kissed him very lightly, her lips just touching his, then slowly parting, her tongue tentatively touching the crevice of his lips, as if asking a question she already knew the answer to.

Lin Ye did not answer.

But he raised his right hand from the armrest, wrapped it around Shen Na's waist, placed his palm on her back, pulled his entire arm back, and took a step toward him.

Shen Na's knee slid from the handrail onto his thigh, causing her to lose her balance. Her knee bumped against his leg, but he steadied her.

She sat on his right leg, her body slightly leaning back, her lips still pressed against his, her breathing becoming rapid and shallow.

On his left, Shen Qing's hand was still holding his left hand's fingers, and her lips moved down along the skin on the side of his neck, stopping above his collarbone, and her teeth gently bit that thin layer of skin.

Lin Ye tilted his neck to the left, which brought Shen Qing's lips closer to the groove between his jaw and neck.

Shen Na stepped back a little, moved her lips away from his, creating a distance of two or three centimeters, and looked down at him.

She sat on his lap, half a head taller than him, from which she could look down at him.

"elder brother,"

Shen Na's lips glistened with moisture, and she spoke those two words with a slight wheezing breath, "Do you know why we're so nervous?"

Lin Ye looked at her: "Is it because it's your first time filming a promotional video?"

Shen Na shook her head: "Because I have to wear that outfit tomorrow."

Shen Qing spoke from the left, her lips close to his earlobe, her voice so low it was almost inaudible: "The clothes sent by the sponsor... are too see-through."

Lin Ye's right hand was still on Shen Na's lower back. Through the thin pajamas, he could feel the curve of her waistline and the shallow dimple on her lower back.

As Shen Na's breathing became heavier, he could feel the muscles in her abdomen contract.

Shen Qing walked around from the left to the front, squatted down beside his legs, and looked up at him.

Her squatting position caused the neckline of her pajamas to drop a bit, revealing her collarbone and the lines of most of her shoulders. Her fair skin looked like it had been coated with honey under the light.

She reached out and slowly pulled up the hem of her pajamas, stopping when it reached his upper thigh. She looked up at him, her lips slightly parted.

"elder brother,"

She said, "You don't need to do anything, just sit here."

Shen Na leaned down from the right and pressed her lips against his again, this time deeper, with a soft, possessive quality.

Her fingers ran through his hair, pressed against the back of his head, and held him in a relatively immobile position.

Shen Qing squatted in front of the chair, feeling a warm touch on the small patch of skin above her knee.

She lowered her head, her forehead resting on his knee.

Lin Ye looked down at the top of Shen Qing's head, then looked up at Shen Na's face, which was very close to his.

"You two,"

He said, "Aren't we supposed to be filming a promotional video tomorrow?"

Shen Na brushed her lips against the corner of his mouth, her voice muffled: "So we need to relax a bit today, otherwise we'll be too nervous to film tomorrow."

Shen Qing suddenly stood up from her chair, turned around, grabbed the water glass on the table, took a big gulp of water, swallowed it down, and then took a few breaths.

Lin Ye pulled her back and made her lean against the back of the chair. His hand groped from her waist to the pocket on her chest, feeling the full contours of her breasts through her thin pajamas.

Shen Qing lay motionless, her breathing rising and falling like a small animal being held down.

Watching this scene from the side, Shen Na's breathing became unsteady. She moved her knees forward and leaned in from the side, shifting her body towards Lin Ye's right side.

She took his hand and guided it to herself.

Shen Na lowered her head and kissed him, this time much deeper, her lips parted, her tongue probing in, with a frank and honest desire.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, almost hanging on him, with her legs around his waist.

On the other side, Shen Qing raised her head from the back of the chair, turned around, and snuggled into Lin Ye's arms, wrapping her arms around his waist from the side, pressing her face against his chest, listening to the steady and powerful heartbeat in his chest.

"Brother." Shen Na moved her lips away from his mouth and whispered in his ear.

"Um."

"We'll be shooting a promotional video tomorrow."

Shen Na's voice was slightly breathless, yet tinged with laughter, "I'll definitely film it well. I won't let you down."

Shen Qing tilted her head up from his embrace, her lips still glistening with a moist red glow, her eyes sparkling: "Me too."

Lin Ye looked down at Shen Qing in his arms, then glanced at Shen Na leaning on his shoulder.

"Okay," he said. "Then let's practice today."