Mi Ting!!
It was Sister Mi Ting!!
Yang Xun’s mind went blank, a tidal wave of shock crashing through him.
He never would have imagined that the person his sister-in-law had arranged to help him "get familiar with a woman’s body"—the solution she’d found for him—would be Sister Mi Ting!
This... How could it possibly be such a coincidence?!
The moment Mi Ting saw Yang Xun, she froze, utterly stupefied.
Her clear, almond-shaped eyes shot wide open, her mouth fell slightly agape, and the color drained from her face at a visible rate.
’I can’t believe it!’
She truly never imagined that her client would be the boy from next door she’d known for over twenty years—Yang Xun!
And the most crucial part? The business they were about to conduct was the purchase of a ’virgin.’
The two stared at each other, neither speaking a word. The air seemed to have frozen solid.
"So? What do you think?"
Standing to the side, Meng Qiaofei was completely oblivious to their strange behavior. She smiled brightly, tugged on Yang Xun’s arm, and leaned in to whisper in his ear, "Xiaoxun, this young lady is gorgeous, isn’t she? Your sister-in-law paid a fortune to hire her. And it’s her first time, too. She’ll definitely be able to help you get properly acquainted with a woman’s body!"
"Sister-in-law, I... this... maybe we shouldn’t..."
Yang Xun opened his mouth, about to refuse. He just couldn’t bring himself to take his neighborhood big sister’s first time.
But before he could speak, Mi Ting cut in first. "This must be the ’little brother’ you were talking about, right? He’s quite a spirited young man. I was worried it might be some old geezer!"
Yang Xun was very sharp. When Mi Ting cut him off, he immediately noticed the shift in her eyes.
’Sister Mi Ting doesn’t want me to reveal that we know each other.’
Instantly, the phone call he had just overheard flashed through his mind. Sister Mi Ting was going to sell her virginity!
She and his sister-in-law had already agreed on the price over the phone: seventy thousand yuan.
’If I refuse now, Mi Ting won’t get the money.’
For a moment, Yang Xun was filled with a whirlwind of emotions. Since Mi Ting didn’t want to expose their connection, he wouldn’t be the one to burst the bubble.
"Yeah... she’s very pretty."
Yang Xun reined in his emotions, his voice coming out a bit hoarse.
"Alright, I’ll leave you two to talk, then. I’ll be heading out."
Meng Qiaofei patted Yang Xun’s shoulder and whispered a final instruction in his ear. "Xiaoxun, be on your best behavior. It’s her first time doing this sort of thing, so be gentle with her, okay?"
"Yeah... I know. Don’t worry, Sister-in-law!"
Yang Xun nodded lightly in response.
"Xiaomi, I’m leaving my little brother in your hands!"
With that, Meng Qiaofei shot Mi Ting one more encouraging glance, then turned and left.
CLICK.
The moment the door clicked shut, the room fell so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
The two of them stood in silence, neither knowing how to break the suffocatingly awkward tension.
"Sister Mi Ting..."
In the end, it was Yang Xun who finally broke the silence, his voice low and laced with complex emotions. "You... Why are you doing this?"
"Sigh..."
Mi Ting gave a bitter smile, her eyes welling up and turning red. She fought back the tears, her voice trembling slightly. "Xiaoxun, please don’t ask. I have my reasons."
Hearing this, Yang Xun fell silent. He had no idea what to say.
HUFF.
After a long moment, Mi Ting took a deep breath, slowly walked over to Yang Xun, and stopped in front of him.
She looked up at the boy she had watched grow up, her eyes a storm of complex emotions.
"You know about my mom’s illness. She needs surgery, and the hospital has been calling for payment. If we don’t pay soon, they’re going to stop her medication..."
Her voice was quiet, so quiet it was as if she were talking to herself. "I’d already found someone online... I was going to sell my first time to scrape together the money for the surgery. But when your sister-in-law found me, the price she offered was higher. And..."
She paused, her gaze landing on Yang Xun’s face. A faint smile touched her lips. "And... giving it to my little brother is better than giving it to a stranger."
"Sister Mi Ting, we can’t do this!"
Her words struck Yang Xun’s heart like a sledgehammer.
Yang Xun clenched his fists, his voice trembling. "The money for your mom’s treatment—I’ll figure something out. You can’t do it this way!"
"Xiaoxun!!"
Mi Ting grabbed his arm. "You can barely take care of yourself right now! You still haven’t figured out Cai Cai’s medical bills, so where would you possibly get the money to help me?"
"I..."
Yang Xun was speechless, unable to answer.
"Xiaoxun, please, just think of this as helping me, okay?"
Mi Ting stared into his eyes, speaking each word deliberately. "I don’t know why your sister-in-law is buying a woman for you. And frankly, I don’t want to know what’s going on between you two. But I need you to be the one to buy my first time. Can you do that? Please, I’m begging you!"
Yang Xun fell silent, his inner turmoil reaching its peak.
Sister Mi Ting was the person he had felt closest to growing up, like a real older sister.
He couldn’t get over the mental block of doing something like this with her.
’But...’
’If she doesn’t give her first time to me, she’ll just give it to a stranger.’
"Xiaoxun..."
While Yang Xun was still hesitating, Mi Ting suddenly let go of his arm, took a step back, and undid the straps of her slip dress.
The white dress slid down like a falling flower petal, revealing the black lace lingerie beneath and accentuating her fair, jade-like skin.
"I’m begging you, please..."
Tears finally welled in Mi Ting’s reddened eyes, her voice thick with pleading. "Instead of being ruined by some stranger, I’d rather give my first time to you... At least I know you won’t hurt me..."
As the words left her lips, she threw herself into his arms, wrapping her hands tightly around his waist and burying her face in his chest, her shoulders trembling slightly.
"Sister Mi Ting..."
Feeling the warm, soft body in his embrace and smelling the faint, clean scent wafting from her, the last of Yang Xun’s rational defenses crumbled.
His hands slowly found her slender waist, pulling her tightly against him.
"I won’t let you get hurt."
As he spoke, Yang Xun suddenly bent down, swept Mi Ting up into his arms, and strode to the bed, gently laying her down on the soft mattress.
Mi Ting lay on her back on the bed, her long black hair fanned out against the white pillow. Her tear-filled almond eyes, like two clear springs, watched Yang Xun as he leaned down over her, her lips trembling slightly.
"Xiaoxun... be gentle... I’m scared..."
Yang Xun lowered his head, gently pressing his forehead against hers. His breath was ragged, his eyes bloodshot.
"Don’t worry. Leave it to me!"
With that, Yang Xun lunged, pressing her down beneath him...