Chapter Eleven: What's the point of having a man if I still have you?

  It was past ten o'clock at night, after sending Ma Pei away, Zhang Sen also bid goodnight to the two sisters and went back to his own room to sleep.

  Ling Ziwei locked the door and then quickly checked every corner of the room to make sure there were no problems before she finally let out a sigh of relief.

  As she turned around, Ke'er had already stood up from her wheelchair, completely different from the innocent look during the day. She batted her eyelashes, stretched lazily, yawned, and revealed a hint of seduction. She blew a flying kiss at Ling Zhiwei and smiled coquettishly: "These two days have almost killed me, MD! I didn't dare move on that broken wheelchair, I really admire Ke'er's endurance, she's been sitting for six years without getting tired."

  Ling Ziwei's face was slightly displeased, just as she was about to speak, "Ke'er" had already smiled and apologized: "Sorry, sorry, I said the wrong thing, I shouldn't have joked about Ke'er, you mustn't take it seriously, dear."

  Ling Ziwei couldn't help but laugh: "You, be careful that your brother Zhang Sen comes in and sees you like this, he'll probably faint."

  "Ke'er" let out a soft rebuke: "Cut it out, he's already dead, right? Besides, didn't you lock the door properly? If he wanted to come in, wouldn't he have knocked? Were you expecting him to break in and commit rape or something? Get out!"

  Ling Ziwei smiled and shook her head: "You're living in someone else's home, so it's better to be more careful, especially since he's a police officer."

  "Ke'er" laughed and said: "What's wrong with the police? The police are also human, I'd rather he came to flirt with me, as long as he's a man, I don't believe he'll see me and not be moved."

  Ling Ziwei looked at her with an expression of being fed up: "I'm saying, Miss Ouyang Feifei, can't you think of anything else besides men? You're really a born **slut**."

  Ouyang Fei nodded nonchalantly: "Right, I'm just like that. Didn't Old Man Kong say it? Food, sex, and lust. Why did heaven create men and then create women afterwards? Isn't it for people to do that thing? When ancient people created characters, didn't they create the character 'good'? What's meant by 'good' is one woman and one child, which means one man and one woman coming together in harmony. Haven't you seen how the horizontal stroke in the middle of the character 'zi' representing men matches perfectly with the middle part of a woman's body? So it's said that only when men and women come together can it be called good. Do you understand, beautiful?"

  Ling Ziwei looked at her with a mixture of laughter and tears, yet felt helpless: "Feifei, I'm speechless about you."

  Ouyang Feifei, however, seemed to have not heard her words at all, gazing longingly at the ceiling and muttering to herself: "I just wonder what kind of kung fu skills this Song Gong has? He's a police officer and also a martial artist, his body must be great, definitely better than those weak and feeble rich kids. Ah, I'm telling you, Weiwei, don't you think he might be 'coarse but fine', not very useful?"

  Ling Ziwei glared at Ouyang Feifei, who seemed to be serious, and decided to ignore her presence. She turned around and walked into the bathroom, where she began to take a bath by herself.

  Ouyang Feifei looked at Ling Ziwai's back and burst out laughing: "Haha, pretending to be innocent, she really took it seriously." Then she threw herself on the bed, picked up the TV remote control, and turned on the TV.

  Bored, flipping through channels one by one, didn't find any good shows to watch. Heard the sound of water flowing from the bathroom, knew that Ling Ziyu had started taking a shower. Turned around, jumped up, quickly took off clothes, shaking his white and proud **, with an evil smile, walked towards the bathroom with a swagger, reached out to pull the door open, but found it was locked from the inside.

  Ouyang Feifei couldn't help but laugh: "You think you can play this trick on me? You know it's not going to work."

  Then, with a swing of her slender figure, she walked towards the wardrobe, opened the door, and by the time her snowy white delicate arm withdrew from the closet, her hand had already grasped a thin iron wire.

  Ouyang Feifei inserted the iron wire into the keyhole of the bathroom lock, and with a slight effort, she easily opened the door, sneering as she pushed it open and walked in.

  Ling Ziwei let out a startled cry, subconsciously covering her private parts with her hands, staring at Ouyang Feifei and scolding: "Are you crazy? I'm taking a bath, what are you doing coming in here?"

  Ouyang Feifei gazed at her with a flirtatious expression, smiling: "Come in and keep you company while taking a bath, baby. You're so lonely by yourself, isn't it better if I accompany you?"

  Ling Ziwei's face turned slightly pale, and she quickly grabbed a towel to wrap around herself. Her movements were so fast that Ouyang Feifei couldn't stop her, and she glared at her again, saying: "I've finished washing, you wash yourself." After speaking, she wanted to slip away from her side.

  Ouyang Feifei moved her foot and blocked her way, raised her hand, and the towel flew off Ling Ziyu's body. She smiled seductively: "What's the hurry, baby? You won't let me accompany you, so you can accompany me to take a bath instead." As she spoke, one of her hands casually stroked Ling Ziyu's smooth skin.

  Ling Ziwei suddenly turned around and rushed out following her gesture, Ouyang Feifei burst into loud laughter: "Baby, it seems you've been practicing hard lately, your skills have improved a lot."

  Knowing that it was impossible for Ling Ziwai to come in again, she relaxed herself and put herself under the showerhead, humming an unknown tune while washing.

  When Ouyang Feifei came out of the bathroom after washing up, Ling Ziwai was already asleep.

  Ouyang Feifei sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Ling Ziwai with her eyes closed: She saw that her eyelids were slightly closed, her long eyelashes quietly drooping, her face was free from makeup, as fresh and charming as a lotus flower out of water. Her skin was flawless, with fine pores contracting in rhythm with her breathing; she had covered herself with a thin air-conditioned quilt, one arm outside, the smooth and shiny skin on her wrist gleaming with an enticing pure white; her slender figure was delicately outlined under the quilt, with curves that were extremely beautiful.

  As she looked, Ouyang Feifei's breathing became rapid, her cheeks slowly turned crimson, and she stretched out her slightly trembling hand to gently touch Ling Ziyu's sensual pink lips with her index finger.

  Ling Ziwei suddenly sat up with a start, her eyes wide open to see Ou Yang Fei's tear-filled eyes: "Fei Fei, what are you doing?"

  Ouyang Feifei wrapped her arms around her, one hand slipping into her nightgown and sliding down, whispering in her ear: "What do you want me to do? My dear, I want you." As she spoke, her warm lips slid towards her neck.

  Ling Ziwei struggled and cursed: "Damn it, I'm not a man, don't try this with me."

  Ouyang Feifei hugged her tightly, and slid her lips to her ear, whispering: "You're also less with me on this set, pretending to be pure and tender? Depend on it, if there's a man, I'd..." "What are you doing?"

  Ling Ziwei burst out laughing: "You're not telling lies, anyway. Get lost, I'm not interested in you." Before she could finish her sentence, her mouth was covered by Ouyang Feifei's lips.

  Ouyang Feifei passionately kissed her, with both hands constantly wandering over her body.

  Slowly, Ling Ziwai also felt unable to restrain her emotions, and involuntarily wrapped her arms around Ouyang Feifei's neck, passionately responding to her...

  Someone said: The guest room is filled with scattered curtains and screens, and the jade-like round wrist is wrapped in white silk.

  In the master bedroom, Zhang Sen disgustedly pulled out a delicate earpiece from his ear and casually threw it on the bedside table.

  In his earphones, he could still hear the faint sound of panting, but Zhang Sen pretended not to notice, his face gradually becoming more and more solemn!

  After some deliberation, Zhang Sen turned off his earpiece and picked up his phone which was placed beside his pillow.