Under the Dusk - Chapter 29

Ruan Shu was woken by her alarm the next day.

But before the alarm rang, she’d already felt something warm and wet enveloping her ni*ple—licked, sucked, and teased by a tongue. Her head tilted back in a moan, hair strewn across the pillow.

She was completely naked.

Her fingers tangled in someone’s hair, coarse to the touch, then drifted down to tug at his earlobe. Unconscious whimpers spilled from her lips as she called for him: “Yan-ge…”

Ji Yan sucked hard on her ni*ple.

“Ah…” Ruan Shu was soaked, her slick dripping down her thighs, her cunt clenching with need.

When Ji Yan’s hand slid between her legs, she instinctively clamped around his wrist, grinding against it.

Curled in his arms, she cradled her bre*sts for him to suck while rubbing her wetness along his forearm. Ji Yan pressed his wrist deeper, letting her ride it, her arousal smearing all over his skin.

The bulge in his pants was rock-hard.

He really wanted to pin her down and f*ck her first thing in the morning.

“Does it feel good when I suck your tits like this?” Ji Yan wasn’t fully awake either, but the sight of her like this—flushed and gasping—chased away any lingering drowsiness. After lapping at her chest for a while longer, he gripped the nape of her neck and kissed her throat, voice rough. “Hmm?”
His fingers had already brought her to climax. A lazy stroke over her cl*t prolonged the aftershocks.

Ruan Shu mewled in pleasure, clinging to him like a kitten. “Yan-ge.”

“Yeah?”

So good.

She wanted to say it wasn’t just the physical pleasure—just waking up in his arms, seeing him first thing, made her feel so good.

But in the end, all she asked was for him to carry her to the shower.

She liked being pampered like this afterward.

Later, after fully waking up, Cen Baisuang came to see her.

She said she’d be out of town for a few days and asked Ruan Shu to look after her kids. Ruan Shu hesitated. Isn’t Brother Qin around?

But men weren’t as attentive with children, and Ruan Shu, being a college student, could even help with homework.
Cen Baisuang wasn’t asking for free—she offered to pay her like a tutor. But Ruan Shu felt it was unnecessary; first-grade and kindergarten assignments weren’t hard, and they were neighbors, after all.

“Then at least come over for meals while I’m gone. I’ll cook whatever you want—don’t be shy!”
Cen Baisuang was insistent. Ruan Shu had freeloaded at her place plenty of times before, so she flushed and stammered refusals. But Cen Baisuang took it as agreement and dropped the kids off that afternoon.

“Jiejie!”

When she opened the door, she was met with two pairs of wide, expectant eyes.

Tongtong stood at the doorstep, clutching her favorite lamb plushie, while Xiaohua, the older brother, held his sister’s hand and a backpack, politely saying, “Jiejie, sorry for bothering you.”

Lunch was at Ruan Shu’s place.

Her cooking skills were limited to boiling eggs and heating milk.

Knowing Qin Fu was equally useless in the kitchen, Cen Baisuang had left some money with Ruan Shu to cover meals for the kids.

As for Qin Fu? Don’t worry about him. Just dump the kids on him at night.

So now, under the intense gaze of two hungry children, Ruan Shu scrolled through her phone before setting it down and licking her lips. “So… do you guys like McDonald’s?”

Tongtong pointed at her neck. “Strawberry.”

Ruan Shu blinked. “Huh?”

Was Tongtong asking for strawberries?

Before she could process it, the little girl grinned innocently. “Jiejie has a big strawberry here!”

“……”

That afternoon, Ruan Shu tried to console herself: Kids say the darndest things.

But then she wondered—how did a four-year-old even know about strawberries like that?

Luckily, Tongtong only recognized the mark as a “strawberry” and had no clue how it got there.

After lunch, she put them down for a nap.

It was too hot outside, so they spent the afternoon indoors reading and doing homework. By dinnertime, their stomachs were growling. Tontong, bored of cartoons, tugged at her sleeve. “Jiejie, I wanna go out and play!”

Ruan Shu checked with Cen Baisuang, who gave the okay as long as they didn’t go far.

Babysitting wasn’t easy.

She’d learned that long ago. Sang Wanyin had once sneered, “You ran away from home just to play nanny for someone else?”

Ruan Shu never responded.

Tongtong and Xiaohua were nothing like the little tyrant back at her house.

Just as she finished packing their things, her phone buzzed. A message from Ji Yan:
What’s for dinner?

He’d just found out she was babysitting. After hearing they’d eaten two family buckets of fast food at noon—utter garbage in his eyes—Ruan Shu huffed and replied:
“Going to eat Tang Seng meat.” (1)

Ji Yan laughed and called her directly. “Come downstairs.”

“Huh?” She clutched her phone.

Tongtong was still pulling at her pants. Ji Yan’s voice was amused. “You wanted Tang Seng meat? Bring the kids down. I’ll take you.”

He was already waiting in the shop downstairs, lounging on the couch.

Qin Fu, covered in grease from working on cars, spoke up first. “Thought you might need backup with these two troublemakers, so I called Yan-ge.”

Ruan Shu peeked at Ji Yan, then mumbled, “Oh.”

Amusement glinted in his eyes.

Without a word, he gestured for the kids. Pinching Tongtong’s cheek, he teased, “You getting chubby? Where’s my greeting?”

Xiaohua, his little fanboy, immediately rushed over. “Yan-ge! Yan-ge!”

Qin Fu scolded him for being disrespectful.

Tongtong, though shy, still burrowed into Ji Yan’s arms, pouting. “Uncle Ji, do you have chocolate today?”

“Nope.”

Her face fell—until he magically produced a chocolate bar from behind her.

“Wow!”

Such a simple trick, but Tongtong was dazzled, acting like he was her real dad.

“I want another one!” she begged.

This time, Ji Yan didn’t indulge her. Tipping his chin up, he said lazily, “Ask your dad.”

There was one more piece in his pocket.

But that one was for Ruan Shu.