Chapter 12: Whats Under the Nightdress

Chapter 12: Whats Under the Nightdress

By 4 PM, Gu Tuantuan was worn out from doing homework problems all day long. She raised her arms and stretched like a cat. Her thin nightdress rode up, molding to the shape of her chest.

What were her teachers thinking? This math book was far too difficult; there were several problems she couldn't understand. Fortunately, Jiang Ye was coming over later, so shell just ask him for help.

Speaking of Jiang Ye, Gu Tuantuan thought back to what happened yesterday. Although she got her wish to rub Jiang Yes head as much as she wanted, his hair was prickly like a porcupinesit was very painful and unpleasant. But that wasnt even the worst part! Despite trying her damnedest to muss up his hair as he did hers, with just a simple flip of his head, his hair went back to normal.

Infuriating! Absolutely infuriating!

Tonight, Jiang Ye was coming over at the special behest of her mother. Her mother had complained that she hadnt seen him in a long time, so she invited him to dine with them. Jiang Ye shamelessly accepted the invitation without a second thought to politeness or convenience. (TL: She's implying that he's rude for making her mother do more work and cook for him)

Gu Tuantuan went back to studying at her desk, but before she could put pen to paper

Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong!

Thinking that it was probably her mother returning from the grocery store, she rushed to put on her slippers and sprinted to the door.

Im coming! Im coming! She shouted.

But low and behold, it was Jiang Ye standing outside.

Jiang Ye gave Gu Tuantuan a once over. She was wearing a short-sleeved nightdress with lace trim. It perfectly accentuated the soft, dainty slope of her collarbone. Although the dress was loose-fitting, it clung attractively to her curves.

Here, from my mom. Theyre all your favorites. Jiang Ye handed her a bag of fruits. His mom had personally selected them when she heard that he was going to Gu Tuantuans house for dinner.

When they were younger, they used to live across from each other. His mother would often stuff Gu Tuantuans stomach with various fruits and snacks. Over time, she figured out Gu Tuantuan's likes and dislikes.

Gu Tuantuan received the fruit and thanked him out of habit. But then realizing that it was Jiang Ye in front of her, she harrumphed sulkily and placed the fruit in a bowl on the coffee table.nove(l)bi(n.)com

Yup. Its simple, right? A few strands of the girls hair brushed across Jiang Yes throat. He swallowed reflexively.

Hey, then what about this one? Gu Tuantuan flipped to the next question. She leaned slightly to the side so that Jiang Ye could see it.

Again, Jiang Ye quickly scanned over the problem and effortlessly wrote down the process to solve it.

At this time, Gu Tuantuan truly understood how the title of Super Scholar came to be. It was not an empty title.

One after another, the girl continued barraging him with questions, and Jiang Ye continued answering them with ease.

Gu Tuantuan studied his notes intently, but little did she know that the note-maker was also intently studying her.

Her nightdress was made of pure cotton. It was soft and fitted. There were several attractive box pleats down the front, which emphasized her plump breasts. Her supple thighs sat directly over Jiang Yes lap, and his thumb naturally stroked the exposed skin under the hem of her nightdress. Her skin was as smooth as silk and cool to the touchvery pleasant.

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Ye inhaled her sweet aroma. His little soldier raised its head and stood at attention, pitching a tent between the girls legs.

Ah! I get it now! Gu Tuantuan finally understood the problem she was studying. She straightened her posture and drew her legs together

Only to catch a stiff, hot meat pole in the gap between her thighs.

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The author did a great job showing us a very typical Chinese mother-daughter relationship. GTT's fear of getting scolded, her jealousy at her mother showing affection towards other children* It's scary how accurate it is.

*Some background: Chinese mothers don't like to compliment their own children for fear of them "growing a big head" (getting arrogant). Outward displays of affection (including verbalizing feelings) are also not really a thing in Chinese culture (although it's changing now). Parents like to show their love in other ways. There is an old Chinese saying: "Beating is caring, scolding is loving. When you do neither that is neglecting".

XX Umi Yuki