The morning light just seeped in through the gap in the curtains, and Yiyi was awakened by the weight pressing down on her.
She opened her eyes to find Lilia lying completely on top of her, both hands propped on either side of her head, their noses almost touching.
Lilia’s gaze sparkled like it was filled with crushed stars, but her tone was tinged with a mischievous smile: “Yibao, you’re awake? Yesterday you said you wanted to sleep, but you didn’t let me hold you enough.”
Yiyi was about to speak, but Lilia leaned down, her lips gently brushing against the corner of Yiyi’s mouth, carrying the sweet, milky scent of just waking up.
Yiyi instantly froze, her cheeks burning hot, and as she reached out to push Lilia’s shoulder, her wrist was caught and pinned against the pillow.
“Don’t move.”
Lilia’s voice was sticky and soft, and with her other hand she lightly pinched Yiyi’s cheek.
“Yibao, you dodged so quickly last night, so I have to make up for it today.”
As she spoke, she lowered her head to nuzzle Yiyi’s neck, her lips nibbling gently on the skin.
It was rougher than last night, but still careful and restrained, as if she was afraid of actually hurting her.
A tingling numbness shot through Yiyi’s body.
She couldn’t help but shrink her neck, a faint whimper escaping her throat as her wrist lightly struggled in Lilia’s grip, but she had no strength at all.
“L-Lilia… not… not here…”
Her voice was as soft as cotton, even she could tell it lacked any force, and a thin sheen of tears quietly filled her eyes.
But Lilia acted as if she didn’t hear.
When she raised her head, there was still a strand of Yiyi’s hair at the corner of her lips, and her eyes were full of triumphant mischief.
She let go with one hand, gently lifting the collar of Yiyi’s pajamas.
Her fingertips brushed the skin at Yiyi’s collarbone, making Yiyi shiver.
“This spot is soft, too.”
She muttered in a low voice, then lowered her head to gently bite Yiyi’s collarbone, leaving a faint red mark.
“This way everyone will know Yibao is mine.”
“Y-you’re such a rascal!”
Yiyi was both embarrassed and anxious, her eyes rimmed red, but her body obediently relaxed, even the strength to struggle fading away, leaving her at Lilia’s mercy.
“I am! Hehe~ Let me see Yiyi’s…”
As she spoke, Lilia reached to tug Yiyi’s pajama collar lower, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
Yiyi was so startled she quickly pressed her hand to her collar, her cheeks flushed as red as if blood could drip from them, and her voice was on the verge of tears: “No, you can’t look! Lilia, you’re going too far!”
“Alright, alright, I’ll stop teasing you. Let’s get up, I’ll help Yiyi change clothes.”
When Lilia saw the redness welling up in Yiyi’s eyes, her mischievous look immediately softened.
She obediently moved her hand away from Yiyi’s collar, but didn’t get up.
Instead, she leaned down and wrapped Yiyi entirely in her arms.
Her chin rested lightly on the top of Yiyi’s head, her voice turning back into that soft, sticky tone: “Okay, I’ll stop teasing you.”
But as soon as the words left her mouth, her fingers snuck under Yiyi’s pajama hem, lightly tickling the soft flesh at her waist.
Yiyi instantly stiffened as if frozen, then melted like a puddle, twisting in Lilia’s arms to escape: “Don’t—don’t tickle… it’s too much…”
“Then Yiyi has to say she’s not mad at me.”
Liliya pressed her advantage, her other hand joining in the mischief, fingertips brushing Yiyi’s waist and belly.
“And you have to say I can hold you as much as I want today.”
Yiyi was tickled until tears of laughter were about to spill out, her whole body limp and powerless, burying her face in Lilia’s embrace as she pleaded in a broken voice: “I-I’m not mad anymore… you… you can hold me… please stop tickling… please…”
Only then did Lilia stop, but she didn’t let go.
Instead, she hugged Yiyi even tighter.
Her nose brushed against Yiyi’s reddened ear tip, her voice full of satisfaction: “That’s my good girl.”
With that, she dipped her head to gently kiss behind Yiyi’s ear, leaving a faint mark.
“Now, can I help Yiyi change clothes?”
“No, no, you’ll just grope me again…”
At these words, Lilia laughed low in her chest, the vibrations from her body making Yiyi even more embarrassed.
She deliberately rubbed Yiyi’s head, her voice coaxing but with a hint of refusal to take no for an answer: “I won’t grope you, I’ll just help you change clothes. Otherwise, Yiyi is so soft right now, she’ll be too slow getting dressed by herself.”
As she spoke, she didn’t give Yiyi a chance to protest, carefully supporting Yiyi’s waist and lifting her up a little, her other hand moving to undo the buttons at Yiyi’s collar.
Every time her fingertips brushed Yiyi’s skin, it made Yiyi shiver, just like a startled little animal.
Yiyi bit her lip, wanting to dodge but unable to, forced to watch as Lilia’s fingers skillfully undid the buttons.
She didn’t dare look down, her cheeks blushing all the way to her ears.
It wasn’t until Lilia picked up the clean clothes beside them and was about to help her put them on that Yiyi muttered in a small voice, “T-then hurry up…”
“Don’t worry.”
As she spoke, she stroked just a little beneath Yiyi’s chest.
The moment Lilia’s fingertips touched that skin, Yiyi’s body stiffened, like a startled little bunny shrinking into Lilia’s embrace.
Lilia deliberately slowed her movements, her fingertips gently caressing, her voice laced with mischievous delight: “This spot is so soft too, how is Yibao so soft everywhere?”
Yiyi’s face turned red at once.
She tried to push Lilia’s hand away, but she had no strength and could only glare at her in frustration: “You—you’re lying again! Didn’t you say you wouldn’t grope me!”
But there was no real anger in her eyes, just a watery mist that made her look even softer.
Seeing this, Lilia quickly withdrew her hand, helped Yiyi get her sleeves on, and comforted her: “Alright, alright, I won’t mess around anymore. If I keep teasing you, Yibao will really get mad.”
Even as she said this, when she helped pull down Yiyi’s clothes, her fingertips couldn’t help but lightly brush Yiyi’s waist again.