And so, Zhao Ran sat down on the sofa with Yin Yue’s mother. He sat up straight, a little nervous, and glanced at her, noticing that she was intently watching the TV news.
Suddenly, Yin’s mother turned her head and asked, “Xiao Zhao, I heard you’ve started your internship recently. How does it feel working at the company?”
Zhao Ran smiled and said, “Ah, it’s not bad. Besides sometimes being tired from overtime work, everything else is pretty alright.”
Yin’s mother: “Hmm, have you considered changing jobs? After all, if both of you are busy with work every day, it’ll be inconvenient to look after a child in the future. I can’t do anything about Yueyue—she just loves her job. If possible, I’d like you to come work for the government. Given my position, it would be easy to arrange a transfer to a more relaxed department for you. At least then you’d have more free time.”
Zhao Ran knew that Yin Yue’s parents had always wanted her to work in a government unit, but he never expected that, unable to persuade Yin Yue, they would turn to him instead.
Zhao Ran thought about it and felt it was actually not a bad idea. After all, he was just coasting through his internship now, and he had no desire to deal with the businesses Zhao Ping had left behind. However, he didn’t agree immediately and only said, “Well, I don’t have any objections, but I’m not sure what Yin Yue will say. Let me discuss it with her first.”
After hearing this, Yin’s mother nodded and said, “There’s no rush. You two discuss it first.” Having said that, she turned back to watching TV. Zhao Ran glanced at her and saw her leaning back on the sofa with her legs crossed, her hair simply draped behind her, looking aloof and elegant.
After leaving Yin Yue’s house, Zhao Ran finally breathed a sigh of relief. The two returned to Zhao Ran’s place. Yin Yue usually lived at home, but sometimes she would stay at Zhao Ran’s for a few nights under the pretext of working overtime or business trips. Her parents were probably aware, since society wasn’t as conservative as it used to be.
As soon as they entered and sat on the sofa, Zhao Ran told Yin Yue about her mother’s suggestion to change his job. Yin Yue was delighted and said, “Great, great! Then she won’t keep nagging me anymore. I’ll go to work and support you, and you can stay home and take care of the kids, okay?”
Zhao Ran gave her a helpless look, knowing she was joking, but he thought it was actually a good idea. After all, government jobs offered decent benefits and flexible hours, and he was quite drawn to the idea of a laid-back lifestyle. So he nodded and said, “Alright, when we go back, you can tell our mom that I agree.”
Yin Yue couldn’t help but laugh. “Wow, you’ve got some nerve! Calling her ‘our mom’ already? I haven’t even married you yet.”
Zhao Ran chuckled. “Hehe, you’ve already walked right into the tiger’s den. There’s no escaping now.” As he spoke, he pounced on Yin Yue, tickling her all over.
Yin Yue squirmed and dodged, crying out, “Ahaha, stop, stop! I give up! It tickles!”
“Do you admit you’re wrong?”
“Yes, yes, I admit it!”
“Oh? Then what should you call me?”
“Ah, hubby~ I won’t dare do it again.” As she said this, she looked at Zhao Ran with an innocent, adorable expression. That word “hubby” instantly ignited a fire of desire within him.
Zhao Ran’s hands began to wander restlessly up Yin Yue’s legs. Even through her thin sheer pantyhose, he could feel the smooth, tender skin of her calves. His fingers trailed up her slender, silky legs, under her dress, and onto her thighs.
Feeling the warmth between her legs, Zhao Ran knew Yin Yue was also aroused. He gently caressed her through the pantyhose over her intimate area while his other hand pulled Yin Yue’s head closer and kissed her lips.
Yin Yue wrapped her arms around Zhao Ran’s neck, her tongue eagerly meeting his as they entangled passionately. Zhao Ran’s hand slowly slipped under her pantyhose and panties, past a few sparse curls, and found her slick, tender slit. It was already wet and slippery. His fingertip gently pressed inside, immediately enveloped by a warm, tight embrace.
“Mmm~” Yin Yue moaned between kisses, whispering shyly, “Let’s go to the bedroom.”
“There’s no time. Right here.” As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Ran quickly removed his own clothes and leaned close to Yin Yue’s ear again. “Baby, get on your hands and knees.”
Yin Yue immediately knew what Zhao Ran wanted. Whenever they were together, he loved it when she wore pantyhose—it was one of his little fetishes. Obediently, she knelt on the sofa, leaning her upper body against the backrest, presenting her rear to Zhao Ran.
Zhao Ran pushed her dress up, pulling her panties and pantyhose down to her thighs. Her peach-like bottom was exquisite, with a cute pink rosebud twitching slightly. Just below, a delicate pink slit glistened with strands of moisture. Zhao Ran placed one hand on Yin Yue’s slender waist and used the other to guide his erection into that moist entrance. In an instant, he was plunged into a tight, warm haven.