Zhao Ran nodded and said, “I see. So, what happened tonight? Why did you…” He didn’t continue.
Zheng Yao confessed, “It was a combination of coincidences. His father is away on a business trip, and I had too much to drink, so I asked Yueyue to pick me up. Later, she went to work and mentioned you wouldn’t be back until tomorrow, so I stayed here alone. I had no idea you would…” At this point, she seemed unsure how to proceed.
Zhao Ran scratched his head and said, “I thought it was Yueyue. It wasn’t until later that I realized something felt off. But, as you know, since things had already… already reached that point, I didn’t stop. But why didn’t you… why didn’t you say anything?” He still avoided directly asking why she hadn’t refused.
Hearing this, Zheng Yao felt somewhat embarrassed given their relationship, but she steadied herself and replied as calmly as possible, “That’s why… I said it’s not entirely your fault. I was also drunk and sleeping deeply. I didn’t realize what was happening at first. It wasn’t until you pushed… entered me…” As she said this, she could feel her face flushing.
“After you entered me, I gradually woke up. I realized it was you when I heard your voice. It’s been many years since I last experienced something like this, and at that moment… my first reaction was that it felt… very pleasurable.”
Zheng Yao’s tone was slightly uneasy, but she continued, “Before I could figure out what to do, you started moving. After years of suppression, coupled with the alcohol, I thought to myself, since things had already come to this, I might as well… let you finish.” After saying this, she let out a long sigh.
After listening to Zheng Yao’s explanation, Zhao Ran felt somewhat more at ease. He said, “Actually, you’ve had a hard time all these years.”
Seeing the weariness on Zheng Yao’s face, his heart ached. Such an exceptional woman had endured so much hardship. Unable to restrain himself, he reached out and held her delicate hand. Zheng Yao looked at him calmly and did not pull away.
Zhao Ran noticed her hand felt cold, so he clasped it with both of his hands, gently warming it.
Seeing his innocent gesture, Zheng Yao said softly, “Alright, you don’t need to feel burdened about this. From now on, things should remain as they were before. You and Yueyue should live your lives well. Let’s just keep this as our little secret.”
Zhao Ran nodded and said, “Okay, Mom. Thank you. I’m sorry you had to go through this.”
Zheng Yao shook her head and said, “There’s no need to apologize. I enjoyed it too. Besides, you’ve accompanied me on so many runs. To be honest, my feelings toward you are hard to describe—sometimes like a close friend, sometimes like a son, and sometimes even like a young boyfriend. Anyway, I feel very close to you. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have let you continue after realizing it was you.” After saying this, she smiled at Zhao Ran.
Zhao Ran looked at Zheng Yao. He had never seen her show such a tender, feminine smile before. Unable to help himself, he blurted out, “Then let me be your boyfriend for tonight.”
Zheng Yao laughed and said, “There’s no need for that. I appreciate your kindness. Tonight, I felt relaxed and happy. I’ll cherish the memory of what happened tonight.”
Only then did Zhao Ran release Zheng Yao’s hand and say, “Mom, I’ll go sleep in the other room now. You should rest early too.”
“Alright, you must be tired as well. Go get some sleep,” Zheng Yao replied.
Zhao Ran stood up and walked to the door. He turned back to look at Zheng Yao, noticing her elegant figure exposed outside the blanket and her refined, noble face.
Unable to resist, he asked, “Will we have another chance like this in the future?”
Zheng Yao looked into Zhao Ran’s passionate eyes and noticed the restless movement beneath his towel. Suddenly, a tingling sensation surged between her legs. She thought to herself, since things had already come this far tonight, she might as well indulge one last time.