Chapter 181: Twin Blooms, Sisters

Xia Yu and Xia Rou.

Although they aren't twin sisters,

their faces share at least a five-point resemblance.

With that similarity,

each carries a strikingly different air,

and a beauty all her own.

In a dazed glance, they seemed like different forms of the same person.

Just thinking about it felt thrilling.

At this moment.

The room's suggestive atmosphere was reaching its peak.

Both Xia Yu and Xia Rou wore bashful expressions, their hearts brimming with boundless anticipation.

Perhaps it was because the two sisters were now on the same bed.

that they felt this shy.

If only one of them were here, she could have been bold and unrestrained.

Song Mo kissed each of them once on the cheek.

"Why aren't either of you saying anything?"

"Let me put the wedding dresses on you first."

As everyone knows.

Before putting clothes on, one must first take them off.

Today Xia Yu and Xia Rou were the princesses,

so only Song Mo, the knight, could shoulder this important task.

Song Mo's hands moved deftly,

skillfully helping Xia Yu out of her outer garment.

A seductive, enchanting pattern appeared before Song Mo's eyes.

While feasting his eyes.

Song Mo repeated the process and removed Xia Rou's outer garment as well.

Then, just like dressing little children, he slipped pristine white wedding gowns onto both Xia Yu and Xia Rou.

Everything prepared today was like a small wedding scene.

Song Mo also slipped the carefully prepared diamond rings onto their fingers.

Looking at those two similar yet distinct faces.

A strong sense of satisfaction welled up inside Song Mo.

The preparations were now complete.

Just waiting for the moment to begin the feast.

Song Mo asked again:

"Wives, which of you goes first?"

"Sister goes first."

Xia Rou said, her face flushed crimson red as blood.

At this moment she still harbored a touch of vengeful feeling, because her sister always competed with her for favor, and always undermined her.

Clearly, at the very beginning, she had gone along with everything, indulged her in everything.

How infuriating.

You like Song Mo that much? Then you go first.

However.

Though Xia Yu was shy, she was also very bold, and very proactive.

The instant Xia Rou finished speaking.

Xia Yu's arms were already wrapped around Song Mo's neck.

Her slender long legs had already coiled around his waist.

The pristine white wedding gown set off that blushing face,

making her all the more enchanting and alluring.

Xia Yu radiated a charm she never showed in ordinary times.

Song Mo could wait no longer.

He turned Xia Yu over.

Then suddenly flipped up the pristine white gauze skirt.

His broad, long hand reached around from behind and clasped Xia Yu's hand.

Song Mo whispered softly:

"Wife Xia Yu, shall we begin?"

Xia Yu said nothing.

She simply took a pillow and placed it beneath herself.

But Song Mo didn't rush impatiently.

He loosened the hand clasping Xia Rou's hands.

He grasped that jade-white, lovely instep—like a tiny crescent moon, small and exquisite.

He couldn't help squeezing it a few times — bouncy and squishy, just like clay.

Song Mo had a sudden whim.

His hands gently caressed,

tracing from long, slender, perfectly straight legs to a flawless waist without an ounce of excess flesh.

…

After enough tenderness.

The real show began.

Under the dim lighting,

a dreamlike scene straight out of a movie appeared.

A beautiful butterfly, gently flapping its wings.

Darting among the dark vines.

It had a beauty all its own.

"Be good, baby Xia Yu. I'll take it slow."

Song Mo treated Xia Yu like a precious treasure, afraid of accidentally breaking her.

He turned Xia Yu over and held her.

Xia Yu seemed to cling to Song Mo with all four limbs.

Hanging onto Song Mo's body.

Her delicate hands wrapped around Song Mo's neck.

A sudden pang of regret rose in her heart.

Even if it meant sharing Song Mo with her sister.

But.

If she could, she still wanted to be the one to take Song Mo's first time.

Yet because of the words she had said herself,

Song Mo had rushed headlong toward her sister instead.

Xia Rou felt a twinge of jealousy.

She wished she could take her sister's place right then and there.

While watching,

Xia Rou's cheeks gradually flushed crimson.

Her gaze grew hazy and intoxicated.

Under the stimulus of hormones.

In a daze, Xia Rou couldn't help stepping forward and hugging Song Mo from behind.

To lick Song Mo's neck.

Just like a little kitten.

Song Mo had been in the middle of serious business.

But he felt something warm and wet on his neck.

Wondering what mischievous little kitten it was.

He casually flipped the little kitten off.

Song Mo's mouth had already pressed forward.

"Mmph~"

…

The bedsheets were disheveled.

Both Xia Yu and Xia Rou closed their eyes,

and fell into a deep sleep.

After the intense physical exertion,

he then found a brand-new blanket and tucked it over Xia Yu and Xia Rou.

Covering up the boundless spring scenery.

Then.

Song Mo suddenly felt very empty.

A sense of deep regret lingered in his heart.

He had never once considered such a question.

For some reason.

Song Mo suddenly recalled yesterday at the Song Family Villa.

The wild time with Song Wanrou.

Although he couldn't remember the specific details from back then at all,

that feeling of giving his all completely, thoroughly letting himself go — it had intoxicated Song Mo deeply.

Song Mo looked at Xia Yu and Xia Rou on the bed.

A helpless, indulgent smile appeared on his face.

"What a pair of greedy kittens — all bark and no bite, but love to play."

Song Mo got onto the bed.

Coming to the middle between the Xia Yu and Xia Rou sisters.

He really wanted to continue the marital activities.

Unfortunately, the delicate flower truly could not bear any more tenderness.

He could only let it be.

He held the two sisters and fell into a deep sleep.

…

The next day.

Song Mo suddenly jolted awake from his dream.

He hesitated for a moment.

He called out:

"Xia Yu?"

The woman did not speak.

Song Mo saw that Xia Rou was still asleep.

He concluded it was Xia Yu.

He was immediately both annoyed and amused.

"It's early morning — can you really take it?"

Xia Yu said:

"Husband, I'm sorry, both me and my sister are useless."

"I'll make it up to you properly."

Rest?

Rest, my ass!

Song Mo couldn't sleep, so his hand reached toward Xia Rou beside him.

He loved his sweet, soft wife.

Inside the fragrant, warm quilt.

Song Mo played the emperor for a while.

Apart from that muddled experience with Song Wanrou last time.

This was his first time truly feeling a woman's charms.

Xia Yu and Xia Rou were both absolute treasures.

(End of Chapter)