The hot water sprinkled from the shower woke me up from the ridiculous drama just now.

I shakily took off my swimsuit and curled up in the corner of the bathtub.

I don't remember how I got back home.

Maybe it was when Song Qingci stopped talking and walked away coldly, or maybe they took pity on me?

Tears mixed with hot water slid down my cheeks, and my heart ached.

Suddenly there was a knocking sound at the door, sounding particularly terrifying in the quiet night.

Shaking, I spoke, "Who is it?"

"What are you doing, running around late at night? Upstairs and downstairs, taking a shower, can't you let people rest?" My mother's complaint came from outside the door, deliberately lowering her voice.

The Song family is wealthy, but I only live in a small attic without a bathroom.

Every time I take a shower, I have to go to the bathroom on the first floor.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, "I'll be quiet, it'll be over soon."

My mom urged impatiently, "You're in college now, don't come back unless necessary, don't cause me trouble."

I bit my lip, "Okay."

I dried myself off haphazardly, wrapped in a long towel, and tiptoed to push open the bathroom door.

I turned on the phone screen and used the faint light to identify the steps below.

In the darkness, a rough hand suddenly touched my exposed shoulder.

The next second, a rough male voice sounded in my ear, "Yangyang, back home?"

I was startled and immediately turned back to retreat.

"Uncle Song?"

Song Chang wore pajamas, his eyes shining in the dark.

His up and down gaze gave me goosebumps all over.

"In the blink of an eye, you've become a grown woman too?" He looked at me with a half-smile.

I said carelessly, "Uncle Song, I'm going back to my room first, you rest early too."

As I closed and locked the door, the tension finally relaxed.

I leaned against the door, breathing heavily, and the hand that grabbed the bathrobe bulged with veins from the exertion.

Remembering the breath and touch on my shoulder just now, I couldn't help but get teary-eyed.

Frantically, I rubbed my shoulders and behind my ears as if going crazy.

There was a faint mocking laugh in the air.

My hands were firmly held, and I was pulled to the head of the bed with great force.

In a whirl, my bathrobe was pulled off by the man's big hand.

I screamed, looking fearfully at the man pressing down towards me.

At this moment, I was exposed, tears streaming down my cheeks.

"Are you that cheap? You even seduced my dad?"

I looked at the face of Song Qingci, who was close at hand, with sorrow.

"What about you? I'm your sister, and can you justify your girlfriend?"

Song Qingci pinched my cheeks, "Ha, what kind of sister are you?"

I struggled to get out from under him.

Song Qingci's breathing became heavier, and he leaned over my shoulder, leaving dense kisses.