Gulp!
Qin Chuan instinctively made a swallowing motion.
Such blunt seduction, to a young man full of vigor, held a deadly allure.
Especially when the one speaking was the provocatively shaped Luo Yi.
To spend a night like this with such a stunner—how many n dread of this?
Now, such a chance was right in front of him.
To say he didn't want it would surely be a lie.
But.
This was Aunt Luo. If the stepmother found out, how could he face staying in this ho?
Just as Qin Chuan's mind was in turmoil, footsteps suddenly sounded from the stepmother's room.
The sudden movent startled Qin Chuan so much that he ran off, terrified of being discovered by the stepmother.
He jogged to the living room and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
However, the stepmother was not in sight; she had rely closed the door.
At this mont, Ye Qingi stood still, looking at the just-closed door, unable to help but frown.
"I clearly rember closing the door."
Ye Qingi muttered to herself.
In broad daylight, comforting oneself—how could one not close the door?
She distinctly rembered that she had definitely closed the door before starting.
But, weirdly, the door was now open.
Even if it was just a crack, it was undeniably open.
"Could it be Luo Yi?"
Ye Qingi thought of this, imdiately blushing deeply, and then spat at the door: "Loose woman, surely you're going to laugh at again later, always peeping at ."
Saying this, Ye Qingi's expression appeared sowhat resentful.
She understood her close friend Luo Yi.
Despite seeming pure and proper, she was actually quite wanton.
The house filled with toys, often inviting her to admire them together.
Several tis, she had been provoked by Luo Yi to the point of unbearable hunger.
It was from that ti on that she began attempting self-comforting, uncontrollably.
Though different from usual.
Today, while comforting herself, Qin Chuan's face appeared in her mind.
Imagining touching skin with Qin Chuan, imagining mutual licking, imagining rging with Qin Chuan.
Thinking of this, the blush that had just receded from Ye Qingi's face imdiately returned, covering her entire face, while the unsatisfied mysterious place turned muddy.
"Ye Qingi, you've really gone mad. Qin Chuan is your stepson; how could you have such unethical thoughts?"
Ye Qingi was startled by her own thoughts, quickly fanning her face with her hands, trying to calm down.
But, before she could calm down, another voice appeared in her mind.
"Qin Chuan is rely Yao's adoptive son, no blood relation, and I'm not even married to Yao, so even if I'm with Qin Chuan, is it really against ethics?"
This thought abruptly appeared in Ye Qingi's mind but was imdiately suppressed.
"Ye Qingi, when did you beco so hungry? Qin Chuan is still a child."
Ye Qingi scorned herself for a mont, then lanted resentfully: "It's all Luo Yi's fault, staying with her too long makes as loose as she is."
After a bout of complaints, Ye Qingi's desire was slightly suppressed.
She walked into the bedroom's en-suite bathroom for a quick rinse.
She had sweat a lot and flowed even more water, sticky and uncomfortable.
After washing up, she put on the black strap sleeping dress again.
Considering that Qin Chuan might co back later, she took out a light gauze shawl.
But, as she held the shawl, she hesitated.
On the other side, after Qin Chuan reached the living room, Luo Yi quickly followed out and sat closely next to Qin Chuan on the sofa.
Qin Chuan was like a frightened chick, with hands clasped between his thighs, sitting upright and not daring to move.
"Have you answered Aunt Luo yet, do you want it or not?"
Luo Yi continued the previous topic, her seductive eyes fixed on Qin Chuan, as if wanting to devour him.
Qin Chuan dared not speak, mainly not knowing what to say.
"Is it because Aunt Luo is too old, you don't fancy her?"
Luo Yi suddenly began to self-pity: "Aunt Luo understands, all n are alike, preferring pretty, young ones. Soone like , an old woman, not surprising you don't fancy..."
"No, I don't."
Qin Chuan couldn't help but speak, instinctively: "I don't dislike Aunt Luo, Luo Yi, you're not old, not at all. Compared to those young girls, you're more—more classy."
He didn't know why he suddenly said those words.
It was purely instinctive reaction.
He didn't want Aunt Luo to misunderstand him, nor did he want to see Aunt Luo heartbroken.
"Sigh..."
Luo Yi sighed, looking desolate: "Xiao Chuan, you don't need to comfort Aunt Luo, she knows this herself."
"No, what I said is true, Aunt Luo, you're really beautiful, even more beautiful than those eighteen-year-old girls outside."
Qin Chuan worried Luo Yi wouldn't believe him, earnestly raising three fingers to prepare for a vow.
"Really?"
Luo Yi suspiciously looked at Qin Chuan: "Then tell , who's prettier, Aunt Luo or your sister Wenxi?"
"This..."
Qin Chuan felt troubled.
The Wenxi Luo Yi referred to was Ye Wenxi, the stepmother Ye Qingi's adoptive daughter, nineteen, a high-achieving university student.
Though not born to the stepmother, she was equally a beauty.
In both appearance and figure, not inferior to the stepmother.
Compared to Aunt Luo, it was hard to say; both were incomparable beauties.
For a mont, Qin Chuan was embarrassed, not knowing how to answer.
Luo Yi chuckled at his predicant: "Just teasing you, silly boy."
"But, saying this just now, you made Aunt Luo truly happy."
Luo Yi's laughter appeared sincere.
If initially she was only attracted physically, now, she was sowhat moved by Qin Chuan's sincerity.
As the saying goes, a man's mouth is full of lies.
Outside, many n had used sweet words to lure her to bed, she had heard too many.
For Luo Yi, she was already immune to those talk-for-impressing-girls phrases.
Yet, Qin Chuan's unvarnished, sincere words fiercely stirred her long-dormant heart.
This made her even more intent on helping him beco a real man.
"Xiao Chuan, saying alone won't suffice."
Suddenly, Luo Yi turned sideways against Qin Chuan.
Then, she directly placed a snow-white long leg clad in half-length stockings onto Qin Chuan's thigh.
Qin Chuan was only wearing loose sports shorts, so when the leg rested on him, he couldn't help but shiver.
Before he could react, Luo Yi's agile tongue began to lick his ear lightly: "Aunt Luo wants to personally verify whether you were lying just now."
Saying this, Qin Chuan felt his dragon being captured by Luo Yi's hand once again.
Unlike the previous ti.
This ti, Luo Yi used both hands and mouth.
The nimble tongue teased Qin Chuan, while the soft hand didn't stop, slowly reaching into Qin Chuan's pants, firmly grasping the dragon.
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