Hearing Zhao Ran’s voice, Zhou Yun snapped back to reality and quickly shook her head. “I’m fine, thank you, Xiao Ran.”
Xiao Ran was only kindly helping her stand, yet her body had actually reacted!
But just moments ago, she had also caught a glimpse of Xiao Ran’s… which seemed quite sizable. If it really could…
No! What was she thinking?
Zhou Yun felt ashamed of her body’s reaction, inadvertently overlooking the fact that Zhao Ran’s hand was still resting on her waist.
Zhao Ran smiled. “It’s nothing. Shall I help you back to your room to rest?”
Meeting Zhao Ran’s eyes again, Zhou Yun felt deeply ashamed of her earlier thoughts. This was her stepson, and she was now his mother.
Feeling somewhat guilty, Zhou Yun remembered there were still chores left undone and shook her head. “No need. The clothes in the washing machine still need to be hung up.”
Zhao Ran nodded, finally releasing the hand that had been holding the woman’s waist. But just before pulling away, his hand mischievously brushed against her buttocks.
Zhou Yun felt the grip around her waist loosen, and a flicker of disappointment passed through her heart. However, the slight touch on her bottom immediately sent a wave of fluttery excitement through her.
Assuming it was unintentional, Zhou Yun took a couple of steps back, still feeling somewhat embarrassed. “Xiao Ran, I’m going to do the laundry. You should go rest.”
Zhao Ran nodded and turned to walk towards his room.
Watching his retreating figure, Zhou Yun took a deep breath. For some reason, she distinctly felt that Xiao Ran was different now compared to before.
It seemed Zhao Ran was willing to be close to her again, which made Zhou Yun very happy. She hadn’t been able to have any children of her own in all these years and genuinely wanted to treat Zhao Ran well. She was determined to seize this opportunity to slowly build a relationship with him.
Yet, just thinking about her earlier inappropriate reaction, Zhou Yun couldn’t help but inwardly scold herself for being so shameless.
Xiao Ran had lost his mother at such a young age and had never really experienced maternal love. She absolutely had to take good care of him.
Doing the laundry was simply a matter of sorting the clothes—excluding the intimate wear—and then tossing them into the washing machine.
The washing machine was located just outside the bathroom. As Zhou Yun approached, she saw a pile of clothes heaped on top of the machine’s lid.
She gathered the clothes together and gave them a casual shake, but suddenly, a small bundle fell out.
She quickly looked down and saw that it was a pair of black men’s briefs.
Zhou Yun bent over to pick up the underwear, gave it a shake to remove any non-existent dust, and then noticed something white inside the briefs out of the corner of her eye.
Could it be?
At the thought, Zhou Yun felt her face flush. Reason told her to set it aside, but her hands had already slowly brought the underwear up to her eyes.
A faint, musky scent drifted towards her.