Chapter 132: Passion Interrupted

Soft!

An exquisite softness bloomed in his palm, like grasping a handful of silk. Yang Xun was instantly lost in her sea of tenderness.

Chen Xiafang’s body trembled slightly. Her tear-filled, almond-shaped eyes were half-closed, her lips slightly red and swollen from Yang Xun’s kisses, yet they still refused to part.

The two were like parched travelers who had finally found an oasis in the desert, frantically devouring one another.

Yang Xun’s tongue plundered Chen Xiafang’s mouth, and she, no longer holding back, met his advance with her own. Their tongues coiled around each other like two snakes, inseparable.

The wet sounds of their mouths meeting echoed in the air, enough to make one’s face flush and heart race.

Yang Xun’s large hands kneaded her full breasts, reveling in their breathtaking softness and elasticity, as if sinking into a warm cloud.

"Ooh... mmm..."

Chen Xiafang’s soft moans escaped from between her lips. The sound was low and sweet, carrying the unique, magnetic allure of a mature woman. It was like a torch setting fire to the desire deep inside Yang Xun.

Entangled, they fell onto the bed in a single, unspoken accord.

Yang Xun was on top of Chen Xiafang, gazing down at the exquisite face beneath him. ’A forty-year-old woman, yet right now she’s like a peony in full bloom, alluring to her very core.’

Lying on her back, Chen Xiafang gazed up at Yang Xun, her almond-shaped eyes hazy with longing. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her lips slightly parted, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Xiaoxun..."

Her voice was as soft as a kitten’s, carrying a pleading tone.

Yang Xun couldn’t hold back any longer. He lowered his head to kiss her red lips once more as his hands began to roam over her scorching-hot body, from her collarbones to her navel, from her waist to her thighs...

"Sister Ting, you’re amazing at ring toss! You won me such a huge teddy bear!"

"I just got a little lucky!"

CRASH!!

Just then, the voices of Mi Ting and Yang Cai suddenly rang out from the courtyard. Distant at first, they grew closer and clearer with every passing second!

Like startled birds, they both froze, their bodies going rigid with shock.

"They’re back!!"

The color drained from Yang Xun’s face as he scrambled off Chen Xiafang.

"Quick! Get dressed!!"

Chen Xiafang was in a complete panic. She shot up from the bed, fumbling for the clothes on the floor.

Luckily, it was summer, so they didn’t have many clothes on. They both dressed as fast as they possibly could.

Yang Xun threw on his T-shirt and pulled on his jeans, while Chen Xiafang scrambled into a loose-fitting house dress.

Once his senses returned, Yang Xun’s face flushed crimson. He couldn’t believe what he’d just done with her.

He had been completely swept away by desire. If Mi Ting and Yang Cai hadn’t returned so suddenly, he had no idea how far things would have gone.

He said in a low voice, "Aunt Chen, I... I’ll head out first."

"Okay! Quick... go on and get out!"

By now, Chen Xiafang had also come to her senses. Her beautiful face was flushed as red as a beet. She didn’t dare meet Yang Xun’s gaze, quickly turning her head away and wringing the hem of her dress, her nerves stretched to the breaking point.

Yang Xun took a deep breath and hurried out of Chen Xiafang’s room.

The moment he stepped out, Mi Ting and Yang Cai spotted him.

"Brother!"

Yang Cai’s face was lit up with an excited smile. She bounced over to him, hugging a giant pink teddy bear.

"Brother, look! Sister Ting won this for me! It’s huge!"

Yang Xun patted Yang Cai’s head fondly and smiled. "It’s beautiful. I’m glad you like it, Cai Cai."

"Hehe!"

Yang Cai held the teddy bear high, showing it off to Yang Xun with a proud look on her face.

Mi Ting walked over with several bags of groceries. Her eyes landed on Yang Xun, and she paused, a slight frown on her face.

She noticed his clothes were a bit disheveled, his hair was messy, and he was coming out of her mother’s room.

"Xiaoxun, what were you doing in my mom’s room?"

Mi Ting asked, her brow furrowed in curiosity.

"Uh..."

Stared down by Mi Ting’s clear, almond-shaped eyes, Yang Xun felt a pang of guilt. His mind raced, but he couldn’t think of an answer.

"Xiaoxun was helping treat my illness!"

Just then, Chen Xiafang walked out of the room. The blush had mostly faded from her face, and her expression was natural again. She spoke calmly, saving Yang Xun from the awkward situation.

"Mom, how are you feeling now?"

Mi Ting went to Chen Xiafang’s side, linking her arm with her mother’s as she asked with concern.

"I feel much more relaxed. My body feels a lot better than before." Chen Xiafang smiled. Her gaze flickered over to Yang Xun, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes before she continued, "And Xiaoxun said my illness can be cured very soon!"

"What?!"

Mi Ting’s face lit up with joyous surprise. She whipped her head around to look at Yang Xun, her almond-shaped eyes shining as she asked urgently, "Xiaoxun, is that true? Can my mom’s illness really be cured?"

Yang Xun nodded and briefly explained how he had been giving Aunt Chen acupuncture treatments—automatically filtering out, of course, the more intimate details.

"Aunt Chen’s liver cirrhosis has already improved significantly. With two more acupuncture sessions and some medicinal baths to help her recuperate, she’ll be completely cured very soon."

Yang Xun said with absolute certainty, patting his chest in assurance.

"That’s wonderful! That’s wonderful!!"

Mi Ting was ecstatic, her eyes instantly turning red. She gripped Yang Xun’s arm tightly, her voice trembling. "Xiaoxun, thank you! Thank you so, so much!"

With that, she let go of Yang Xun and slapped her own chest confidently. "I’m making a delicious lunch! I’ll cook up a huge feast for everyone to celebrate!"

And with that, Mi Ting dashed off to the kitchen, her steps so light she seemed to be walking on air.

Meanwhile, Yang Cai sidled up to Yang Xun, clutching her teddy bear. Blinking her big eyes, she asked in a small voice, "Brother, what about my illness... can you cure that too?"

Yang Xun reached out and fondly stroked her head, smiling gently. "Of course I can. Your brother is gathering the medicinal herbs for you right now. You’ll be cured very soon."

Yang Cai’s eyes widened, and then her face broke into the most brilliant smile. "That’s wonderful! My brother’s the best!"

With that, she bounced off toward the kitchen, hugging her teddy bear and yelling, "Sister Ting! Sister Ting! I’m coming to help you cook!"

Once the two girls were gone, only Yang Xun and Chen Xiafang were left in the courtyard.

Their eyes met.

A faint blush crept back onto Chen Xiafang’s cheeks, her eyes filled with a complicated mix of emotions.

Yang Xun looked just as awkward, scratching the back of his head, at a loss for words.

They stared at each other for two seconds, then both let out a heavy sigh of relief in unison.

PHEW!!

’Thank god we didn’t get caught.’

...

At noon, Mi Ting showed off her culinary skills, preparing a huge, delicious feast.

Braised pork ribs, steamed sea bass, broccoli with garlic, and tomato egg drop soup... The table was laden with dishes, a true feast for the senses.

The four of them sat around the table, laughing and chatting. The atmosphere was incredibly warm.

Yang Cai sat on her chair hugging the giant teddy bear, chattering away as she ate about all the fun she’d had with Sister Mi Ting that day, her little face beaming with happiness.

Mi Ting kept putting food on Yang Xun and Chen Xiafang’s plates, telling them to eat up and build up their strength.

Chen Xiafang, for her part, kept stealing glances at Yang Xun. Whenever their eyes met, she would quickly look away, the tips of her ears turning faintly red.

Everyone ate happily.

’It felt just like they were a family.’

...

That afternoon, Yang Xun contacted Xu Qian to ask when he could go to her sister-in-law’s bathhouse to work as a male escort.

"Don’t be in such a rush!"

Xu Qian said over the phone, "I haven’t spoken with my sister-in-law yet. I’m planning to go talk to her tomorrow. Just wait a bit longer!"

Yang Xun replied, "Okay, but please hurry. I’m eager to make some money."

"I know, I’m anxious too, but these things take time."

With that, Xu Qian hung up.

There was nothing he could do but wait patiently.

The evening passed, and soon it was around ten o’clock.

After dinner, Mi Ting and Yang Cai had gone to bed early, and Chen Xiafang had retired to her own room.

Yang Xun lay alone on the folding bed in the living room, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

His mind was filled with images of him and Chen Xiafang writhing together on the bed that afternoon.

Her fair, voluptuous, mature body; her almond-shaped eyes, full of passion; her gasp, alluring to the very core...

The scenes replayed in his mind over and over, like a movie on a loop.

Before he knew it, his body had reacted, leaving him in a state of uncomfortable arousal.

Yang Xun rolled over, buried his face in his pillow, and let out a muffled sigh.

’If only Aunt Chen would come to my room now.’

’I’d cherish her properly and finish what we started... completely.’

’But that was just a fantasy.’

"Sigh..."

Yang Xun closed his eyes in resignation, trying to force himself to sleep.

CREAK!

Just then, the door was pushed open gently, and a faint, sweet fragrance drifted in on the night breeze.

Yang Xun’s eyes snapped open, and he looked toward the sound.

Moonlight slipped through a gap in the curtains, casting a sliver of light on the floor and outlining the silhouette of a slender, curvaceous woman.

She wore a silk nightgown as thin as a cicada’s wing, her long hair cascading over her shoulders. She was tiptoeing into the room...