Chapter 66: The Scheming Green Tea Stepsister

Hearing these two requests, Jiang Li’s body went rigid.

Sharing a bed with Lu Chaohuan was no big deal, but helping her bathe…

“Chaohuan, about helping you with your bath…”

Lu Chaohuan picked up on the hesitation in Jiang Li’s voice. She pretended to be heartbroken and nuzzled relentlessly into Jiang Li’s embrace, all while on the verge of tears.

“Sister, you just yelled at me in front of everyone. Won’t my classmates think I’m some disobedient delinquent now?”

“How am I supposed to face them later? Wuwuwu.”

Those words struck Jiang Li like a dagger to the heart. The doubt in her eyes was swiftly replaced by resolve.

She had just humiliated Lu Chaohuan in front of the entire class and their classmates. What was a bath in comparison?

The hand patting Lu Chaohuan’s back slowed to a halt. Knowing full well that Jiang Li would cave, Lu Chaohuan cried even louder. Even the doctors passing by the ward outside started to grow concerned.

She wrapped her arms tightly around Jiang Li and wailed for what felt like ages, but not a single tear fell from her eyes. She played these blatant little games right in front of Jiang Li without a hint of shame.

“Alright, alright, stop howling. Does your head still hurt?”

Jiang Li extended the olive branch, and Lu Chaohuan hopped right on it. She shut her mouth instantly, nestling contentedly against Jiang Li’s chest, as obedient as a little kitten.

She was nothing like the version of herself from the past few days, who had poked and prodded at Jiang Li at every turn.

Lu Chaohuan insisted she was well enough to leave the hospital and go home, but Jiang Li still took her to consult the doctor first, just to confirm. After all, she had arrived with a raging fever.

The recovery was nothing short of miraculous. The blistering temperature from before had dropped to a mild one in just hours. A bit more rest and plenty of hot water, and she would be fine.

Staring at the thermometer report in her hand—a dramatic shift in mere hours—Jiang Li glanced at the sweetly seated Lu Chaohuan beside her. She could only marvel at the resilience of youth. Her temperature fluctuated like a rollercoaster.

123, currently inhabiting Yun Chu’s body, waited by the door, rolling her eyes behind Lu Chaohuan’s back. Regulating body temperature was child’s play for this woman. She could change it ten times with a single sip of water.

She was holding off on normalizing it just to play the pitiful card.

With her free chauffeur still on hand, Jiang Li didn’t stand on ceremony. “Go bring my car around.”

Emboldened by the knowledge that Lu Chaohuan wouldn’t dare unleash her black mist on her in front of Jiang Li, 123 feigned offense but then sashayed over to Jiang Li’s side with exaggerated coyness, rubbing against her.

“I’ve already got the car waiting. Don’t you know how thoughtful I am toward you?”

Jiang Li ruthlessly shoved the approaching face away. “Scram.”

Unfazed by the rejection, 123 smugly shot a triumphant look at the stone-faced Lu Chaohuan. See? She and Jiang Li were on cozy terms now.

Annoying.

Lu Chaohuan’s eyes narrowed, a restless urge stirring within her. She wanted to hurl a burst of black mist at Yun Chu while Jiang Li wasn’t looking—just a touch, and she could make that body crumble right before her eyes.

Before she could act, a warm, soft hand seized her fidgeting fingertips and pulled her away. Worried that too much sun exposure might spike Lu Chaohuan’s temperature again, Jiang Li hustled her into the back seat of the car.

Good thing they had a free driver today.

The car hadn’t gone far when Lu Chaohuan, cheeks flushed, scooted over to Jiang Li with pitiful whines, burying her face in her shoulder and rubbing incessantly, mumbling about how uncomfortable she felt.

“Yun Chu, slow down,” Jiang Li called out.

Seeing the pitiable girl clinging to her, her face flushed with sickly tide, Jiang Li’s heart ached. She supported Lu Chaohuan’s lower back and drew her into her arms.

Lu Chaohuan wasn’t satisfied. She coquettishly demanded to sit in Sister’s lap, to be held tight.

The flush on the girl’s soft cheeks made her look like a vibrant rose, freshly fertilized in their garden—dewy and blooming. Her round eyes gazed up with a waterlogged sheen, brimming with Lu Chaohuan’s feigned vulnerability.

That glistening gaze could melt anyone with a soft spot for beauties, let alone Jiang Li, who had always indulged her.

The refusal on the tip of her tongue died under that watery stare. Jiang Li smoothed her skirt, averted her eyes—though a tender curve touched the corners—and smiled.

“Come here, Sister’s got you.”

Lu Chaohuan never knew the meaning of “enough.” Pushing her luck was standard operating procedure with Jiang Li.

She straddled Jiang Li’s lap, demanding tighter arms around her waist. Meanwhile, she wriggled restlessly atop Jiang Li’s thighs.

The hand at her lower back tightened instinctively. Even through the thin skirt fabric, it hid nothing. Lu Chaohuan’s feverish heat seeped straight through to Jiang Li’s skin.

Scalding—every inch of her was scalding.

Lu Chaohuan’s heat rubbed against Jiang Li’s thighs, again and again. Everywhere it was petite, easily cupped in a single hand where Jiang Li held her.

As the girl twisted on her lap, Jiang Li’s breathing grew heavier. Her question came out husky. “Chaohuan, if sitting on my lap is uncomfortable, why don’t you move back to the seat?”

The moment the words left her, the fidgeting on her thighs stilled. Lu Chaohuan nuzzled into her neck with aggrieved rubs. “Sister isn’t holding me tight enough.”

Not holding tight enough?

At first, Jiang Li had only loosely encircled Lu Chaohuan’s waist with one arm. Now, with that relentless feverish contact, and hoping for some stillness, she gave in. Both hands locked around Lu Chaohuan’s slender waist, wrists crossing at the small of her back.

Lu Chaohuan squeezed forward hard and settled in.

Ignoring the instant stiffening of Jiang Li’s grip behind her, she wrapped her arms snugly around Jiang Li’s neck.

Surrounded by Sister’s scent everywhere.

Lu Chaohuan let out a satisfied sigh. Her long, hot breaths washed over Jiang Li’s creamy neck, heating that patch of skin to a boil.

Jiang Li’s thoughts swirled in a complicated mess.

She wasn’t sure if Lu Chaohuan meant to do it—though she probably didn’t.

That initial rubbing, the incessant teasing twists—they had her thighs clenching unconsciously, desperate not to betray her.

The gliding heat on her legs was too intense, like a molten rock bent on melting her, steaming the moisture from her body.

Jiang Li was a perfectly normal adult. When faced with Lu Chaohuan’s volcanic disruptions in her lap, she thought she wouldn’t react—but her body betrayed her with brutal honesty.

It was like a rain-soaked ember suddenly saddled with that rock right in her embrace.

Infuriated, Jiang Li glared up, only to find the culprit wearing an innocent, pained expression.

The annoyance evaporated. Fine—she hadn’t meant to.

Her thighs clamped tighter still. Jiang Li knew Lu Chaohuan atop her wouldn’t notice her reaction, but she couldn’t stop her own body from tensing, terrified of discovery.

Intentional or not, the strange feelings stirred by Lu Chaohuan throwing herself into her arms were undeniable.

Jiang Li held Lu Chaohuan’s waist and subtly turned her face away, hiding the flush on her cheeks and the desire pooling in her eyes.

She concealed her response, dodging Lu Chaohuan’s glance—but forgot about her breathing.

Her exhales were hot, too hot for Jiang Li to face her without fear. A single breath, and Lu Chaohuan would sense something was off.

Lu Chaohuan pressed close, intimate as could be. She couldn’t miss those breaths. A wicked curl touched the lips hiding in Jiang Li’s neck. She leaned in naturally.

Jiang Li’s waistband strained tighter. No longer huddling against the seat, she arched upward rigidly, trying to evade Lu Chaohuan’s “accidental” antics.

But now that Lu Chaohuan knew her reactions, why would she let up?

She had been waiting for them.

Her arms around Jiang Li’s neck constricted further, pulling Jiang Li’s head to her collarbone. Leveraging every bump and dip in the road, Lu Chaohuan sought her relief.

The car AC hummed steadily, but Jiang Li, cradling Lu Chaohuan, felt like she was the dizzy one. A thin sheen of sweat beaded on her back, her whole body heating up.

Reason screamed to shove Lu Chaohuan back to her seat—restore normalcy. Yet Jiang Li couldn’t bear to let go.

Her long lashes quivered. Gazing into the eyes before her, Jiang Li saw a drunken haze she hadn’t even recognized in herself.

The scorching heat under her palms dulled her mind to a fog.

For the first time.

Lu Chaohuan nearly seized the moment, but as she rose, the car braked. She tumbled back into Jiang Li’s arms. Her scorching lips grazed Jiang Li’s neck, steadying in her hold but missing a chance at the waist.

Heat coursed through her body. Failure flashed frustration in Lu Chaohuan’s eyes.

She had started it all, yet now she irrationally blamed Jiang Li.

Why wouldn’t Sister take the initiative?

If Sister would just act, Lu Chaohuan wouldn’t need all this exhaustive teasing. She could simply moan in her grasp, let Sister hold her fierce, coaxing watery blooms from her fingertips.

The second time.

Even the smoothest car jolts over speed bumps inevitably.

Lu Chaohuan pounced on it, bouncing in Jiang Li’s arms and sliding deliberately where she craved.

Jiang Li clutched her tight on reflex. Deeper crimson bloomed across her face.

Mm… hn…

The soft murmurs by her ear were ambiguously low, like a feather tickling her sensitive lobe, stirring red heat.

Jiang Li’s lowered lashes trembled. She dared not dwell on what had elicited that sound from Lu Chaohuan right by her ear.

A tingle of electric numbness shot through her. Lu Chaohuan leaned into her neck, breathing freely—her fevered breaths naturally hot.

Gazing at the averted eyes, a sudden resentment flickered in Lu Chaohuan’s depths.

All Sister’s fault.

She huffed ambiguously against Jiang Li’s neck, utterly unconcerned if she got caught acting out.

Or rather, she was waiting for Jiang Li to notice—shatter this farce of sisterhood between them.

Sisters? What nonsense.

The third time.

This time, Lu Chaohuan propped herself early on Jiang Li’s shoulders. Eyes rimmed red, she eyed Jiang Li’s outreached steadying hand with a ruthless glint.

No more subtlety. She ground deliberately, determined to wring out Jiang Li’s desire to match her own.

Casually, her tongue flicked over Jiang Li’s earlobe. Softly, she murmured her plea. “Sister, Sister, Sister…”

One after another, like a lover’s whispers. They painted Jiang Li’s ears a seductive red.

In the quiet cruising car, Jiang Li’s world narrowed to Lu Chaohuan alone. She commanded every shred of attention, effortlessly drawing out Jiang Li’s unraveling.

Clutching a human furnace, everything about Jiang Li caught fire—unquenchable. The rising heat, the dazed eyes, all traced back to the girl in her arms.

Her hands at Lu Chaohuan’s lower back dug in. Desire surged uncontrollably in her eyes. Jiang Li gritted her teeth, clinging to clarity.

This is your little sister. What are you thinking?

Clarity lasted a mere instant. Lu Chaohuan’s next move plunged her into another abyss of turmoil.

Dissatisfied with Sister’s silence, the girl in her arms nipped at her collarbone. Straddling, she rode down.

Jiang Li’s mind blanked. Stunned, she looked down. Somehow, Lu Chaohuan had guided one of her hands from her waist to her thigh—an unspoken invitation.

Only the thinnest layer separated palm from skin, or really none at all.

Jiang Li’s fingertips curled. She could still recall the dampness there moments ago.

Seated on her lap, using her hand for that.

This…

Crimson surged to her face. Her lips pressed thin, trembling. Jiang Li swore she only reflexively stroked her fingertips.

But a lazy voice drifted to her ear, laced with teasing.

“Sister, savoring it?”