Living under someone else's roof - Chapter Nineteen, Watching a Movie

Song Qinghua led Fang Ling out of the room, and Song Qingyu happened to open the door at that moment. Looking at the two people in front of her, Song Qingyu was stunned.
"Sister, I see that little brother Fang Ling has been studying for several hours. I'll take him to see a movie to relax," Song Qinghua said calmly to Song Qingyu.
"Oh... I see. I also want to see a movie. Let's all go together." For some reason, Song Qingyu felt a pang of sadness seeing Song Qinghua and Fang Ling being so close, and inexplicably suggested that they go to see a movie together.
Fang Ling was very embarrassed and tried to pull his hand away from Song Qinghua's, but Song Qinghua's hand tightened its grip on his. Fang Ling dared not make any big movements and could only stand there, his face flushed.
"Okay, let's go then." After saying that, Song Qinghua took Fang Ling's hand and went downstairs. Actually, Song Qinghua was a little unwilling. She wanted to do something to Fang Ling while watching the movie, but it seemed that was not possible at the moment.
Without realizing it, Song Qingyu seemed to have begun to like the handsome and gentle Fang Ling, though she didn't know how to express it. Watching the two walking hand-in-hand ahead of her, she felt a pang of unease, but then she thought that her sister probably only saw Fang Ling as her younger brother, which comforted her considerably. Fang Ling freed one hand, and Song Qingyu considered taking it, but ultimately suppressed the impulse.
Fang Ling, his face flushed, was led away by Song Qinghua. He was a little puzzled as to why he didn't change his clothes before going to the movies. Song Qingyu looked at Fang Ling's blushing face and thought he was very cute, assuming it was just shyness.
The three arrived at a minimalist door that was slightly larger than their room door. Fang Ling had been here before, but since it wasn't his own home, he hadn't gone in without permission.
Upon opening the door, Fang Ling was stunned by the sight before him. A huge screen, almost taking up the entire wall, greeted his eyes. In front of the screen was a large arched sofa, and behind the arched sofa was an even larger, higher square sofa with several square cushions on it. If it weren't for the cushions, Fang Ling would have thought it was a bed.
The room's interior maintained a minimalist style, with a soft and comfortable sofa. Song Qinghua turned to look at Fang Ling, who was staring in disbelief, raised her head, revealing her snow-white neck, and smiled smugly, like a proud white swan. Then she took his hand and led him to sit on the arched sofa in the front row.
Song Qingyu skillfully used the big screen and asked Fang Ling and Song Qinghua. Fang Ling said either was fine, while Song Qinghua suggested watching a recent romance movie. After saying that, Song Qinghua went downstairs to get some snacks.
Before long, Song Qingyu had prepared the movie she wanted to watch and then sat down next to Fang Ling.
Fang Ling felt that Song Qingyu was sitting a little too close, but he didn't dare to move to the side while sitting on the sofa, afraid that Song Qingyu might be thinking something. The atmosphere became somewhat romantic.
"Fang Ling, um... what do you think of Qinghua?" Song Qingyu was a little worried that Fang Ling would be bullied by Song Qinghua, but she thought her sister wouldn't go too far. But she still asked Fang Ling.
"Ah! Sister Qinghua... Sister Qinghua is very good to me. She even tutored me today. She takes good care of me," Fang Ling replied with a forced smile.
"That's good. Um... if there's anything you don't understand, feel free to ask me, and I can help you answer it."
"Thank you very much, Sister Qingyu."
As soon as Fang Ling finished speaking, Song Qinghua came over with some snacks, placed them on the table, and then sat down on the other side of Fang Ling.
The movie started playing, and the initial plot was rather uneventful. The three of them ate snacks while watching the movie. When the movie was almost halfway through, the plot took a turn and became increasingly exciting. All three of them put their snacks back on the table and watched the movie intently.
As Song Qinghua watched, her eyes unconsciously glanced at Fang Ling. Seeing him intently watching the movie, she thought he seemed even more handsome. Indeed, boys look best when they are focused.
As she was thinking, Song Qinghua touched Fang Ling's hand, which was placed at his side, with one of her jade-like hands. Fang Ling was startled and almost cried out, nearly being noticed by Song Qingyu on the other side.
Fang Ling tried to pull his hand away, but Song Qinghua grabbed his wrist. He glanced at Song Qinghua and saw that she was looking at him with displeasure, which made him feel a little flustered, and he dared not make any further moves.
Seeing that Fang Ling had stopped struggling, Song Qinghua smiled with satisfaction, then leaned back on the sofa, watching a movie while stroking Fang Ling's hand.
Fang Ling felt a warm, smooth jade hand frolicking in his. Sometimes Song Qinghua intertwined her fingers with Fang Ling's, her long, delicate fingers gently caressing each of his fingers, the sensation making Fang Ling's heart itch along with them; sometimes she stroked the back of his hand, like a frivolous playboy, her movements light and flirtatious, sending a strange, pleasurable sensation through his hand; sometimes she drew circles on his palm, bringing waves of itchy, tingling sensations…
Song Qinghua played with Fang Ling's hand in every way. Fang Ling gritted his teeth. The thrill of sneaking around in his heart and the tingling sensation on his hand intertwined, making him almost groan.
For some reason, ever since Song Qinghua forced herself on him, Fang Ling's body seemed to have become more and more sensitive, and even seemingly gentle teasing could make him feel extremely comfortable.
Watching a movie is supposed to be relaxing, but Fang Ling was itching to do it. His body trembled slightly, and time seemed to pass very slowly. Song Qinghua only stopped when she was engrossed in the movie, and started caressing him again when the plot was calm. This intermittent teasing made Fang Ling's emotions fluctuate.
After what seemed like an eternity, the movie finally ended, and it was almost time for dinner. Aunt Lin sent a message to Song Qingyu to tell her that dinner was ready, and Song Qingyu also informed Song Qinghua and Fang Ling.
After turning off the screen, the three of them walked out of the villa cinema one after another. Song Qingyu walked in front, Song Qinghua walked behind her, and Fang Ling followed closely behind.
As she walked, Song Qinghua suddenly took a step back, and then casually flicked Fang Ling's crotch with her jade-like hand. Song Qinghua touched a hard, rod-like object, then withdrew her hand and raised it to her shoulder. She turned around, put a slender white finger in front of her cherry lips, and then licked it from bottom to top with her pink tongue. Then she gave Fang Ling a wicked smile.
Fang Ling was both angry and annoyed. His face turned red, his brows furrowed slightly, and his cheeks puffed out a little. Song Qinghua thought Fang Ling looked like a cute little pink bun. If Song Qingyu hadn't been there, Song Qinghua probably would have carried Fang Ling back to the room and given him a good thrashing.
However, Song Qinghua suppressed her impulse, turned around, and followed Song Qingyu as if nothing had happened, while Fang Ling kept a distance from her, watching Song Qinghua's back with a wary look.

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