The next morning, the gentle rays of the newly risen sun carelessly burst into the guest bedroom, falling upon two unclothed bodies locked in an embrace.
He Muchen’s eyebrows fluttered slightly as she opened her eyes, her mind a muddled haze, her thoughts still lingering on the previous night as if she had just experienced an erotic dream. Then her gaze fell upon a face that was both unfamiliar and yet familiar.
In an instant, He Muchen’s thoughts screeched to a halt. Thinking she was still dreaming, she blinked her eyes until she confirmed the person before her was indeed her son’s classmate, Hao Ran. Only then did she feel as if she had awoken from a dream.
What… what happened?
Her mind went completely blank. Propping herself up halfway, she scanned their indecent posture in a daze: Hao Ran had one arm wrapped around her waist and another resting on her breast as he slept soundly; their hips were pressed tightly together, and their four legs were intertwined.
He Muchen’s movement woke Yang Haoran. He groggily opened his eyes and met He Muchen’s bright, slightly angry gaze.
Yang Haoran seized the initiative, pretending to be confused as he questioned a bewildered He Muchen: “Aunt He? Why are you here?”
“You child…”
He Muchen, unsure whether she was more furious or ashamed, felt her ample breasts heave. Glaring at Yang Haoran, she lowered her voice and demanded, “How did you get into Auntie’s room?”
Yang Haoran also acted “dumbfounded.” He glanced around the room’s layout and said puzzledly, “This is my room. Aunt He, why are you in my room?”
Seeing Yang Haoran’s genuinely confused and flustered expression, He Muchen carefully examined the room’s arrangement and was also stunned. This… didn’t seem to be her room?
Her luggage wasn’t there, there was no vanity table, the bed’s orientation was wrong, and most obviously, the master bedroom was significantly larger than this guest room.
Oh heavens!… Could it be that she had entered the wrong room last night?
He Muchen was shocked by her own emerging thought. Her emotions were in turmoil as she frantically pulled the blanket to cover her exposed intimate parts, looking at Yang Haoran with a complex expression.
She… had entered the wrong room… and slept with her son’s classmate for an entire night…
Even now, He Muchen’s mind was a chaotic mess, barely able to believe this reality.
Yang Haoran wore an innocent expression. He seemed dazed for a moment, as if coming to a realization, but for a while, he didn’t know what to say.
The two of them in the room stared at each other, and for a moment, silence fell between them, giving rise to an awkward atmosphere.
After a moment, Yang Haoran was the first to lower his head in shame, mumbling an explanation: “I’m sorry… Aunt He… I… I really don’t know what… happened.”
Faced with a apologetic Yang Haoran, He Muchen fell silent for a moment. She understood that she must have entered the wrong room last night. But as for why they were both naked, and why she felt a faint soreness between her legs and in her breasts—she knew perfectly well what had occurred.
The two of them had actually had sex!
He Muchen’s feelings were indescribably complex. She was no innocent young maiden, but having sex with someone her son’s age was something she had never anticipated.
“You…” He Muchen hesitated before asking: “Do you remember what happened last night?”
“I think I was drunk.”
Yang Haoran scratched his head: “I think I had an erotic… wet dream…”
Yang Haoran couldn’t continue, bowing his head in shame.
Seeing Yang Haoran’s self-reproach, He Muchen found her anger momentarily hard to direct. It seemed this child hadn’t done it intentionally—a series of coincidences had led to this situation.
After some thought, He Muchen let out a soft sigh: “We’ll talk about the rest later. First, put your clothes on.”
After Yang Haoran dressed, he looked hesitant and uneasy as he said to He Muchen: “Aunt He, I’m sorry. I will take responsibility for this.”
Hearing this, He Muchen couldn’t help but smile, the knot in her heart loosening considerably. This child really knew how to tell jokes.
“Auntie doesn’t need you to take responsibility. This was just a misunderstanding. Let’s pretend it never happened,” He Muchen said.
Seeing He Muchen smile, Yang Haoran felt relieved. The situation was better than he had imagined—Aunt He didn’t blame him. But he had no intention of letting her off that easily.
Yang Haoran argued: “How can that be? Aunt He, you’re my first woman. Even though it was a misunderstanding…”
His voice grew progressively quieter until it was barely a whisper.
He Muchen’s expression froze. This child’s first time? She suddenly felt a headache coming on and comforted him: “Haoran, Auntie understands what you mean. But you’re still young, and Auntie is so much older. We’re not suitable.”
“Age isn’t a problem, Aunt He.”
Yang Haoran launched his offensive, grabbing He Muchen’s soft, jade-like hand. Gazing into her beautiful, rippling eyes, he said with determined conviction: “Aunt He, I particularly like women older than me. I’ve felt somewhat attracted to you since I first saw you, but I never dared to voice my feelings. When I heard Wei Ming say you were about to get your marriage certificate with Uncle Li, I felt really upset inside.”
“Originally, I thought I’d go with Wei Ming to pick you up, see you one more time, and put an end to this former crush. But now that this has happened, I can no longer contain my feelings for you.”
Faced with such blatant affection from this young man, He Muchen felt her cheeks burn. At her age, she never expected this young man to have secretly had a crush on her.
“First, let go of Auntie’s hand.”
“I won’t let go.”
“Haoran, Auntie isn’t from your generation. There’s no possibility for us.”
He Muchen weighed her words carefully, afraid of hurting the young man’s feelings, and gently comforted him in soft tones: “You’re still young. In the future, you’ll likely meet all kinds of girls suitable for your age. You’re quite handsome, eloquent, and have a cheerful personality. Auntie believes many girls will definitely like you.”
“But they’re not you, Aunt He.”
No matter how He Muchen tried to persuade him, Yang Haoran remained unmoved, staring at her with burning intensity: “Do you remember what I said last night? You said it’s a pity I’m not your child, and I joked that maybe we were lovers in a past life, which is why we can’t be mother and son in this one. Aunt He, those were my true feelings.”
He Muchen’s heart trembled. She almost couldn’t bear the intensity and sincerity in the young man’s gaze. A long-absent warm current flowed through her heart—it had been ages since she’d felt this way.
It’s a shame this young man is too young, otherwise…
He Muchen sighed softly to herself, unsure of what she was feeling. Seeing that Yang Haoran remained stubbornly unconvinced by her persuasion, she didn’t know what to do. After a moment of contemplation, she looked at Yang Haoran and said euphemistically: “Haoran, Auntie thanks you for your affection. But have you considered Xiao Ming? I’m your friend’s mother!”
So I’ve been given the ‘good person’ card! Yang Haoran thought to himself.
“Wei Ming.” Yang Haoran seemed to hesitate for a moment before saying with renewed determination: “That depends on how you feel, Auntie. If you want Wei Ming to know, I will confess everything to him. It’s all my fault—I’m the one who fell for you, Auntie.”
Yang Haoran tightened his grip on He Muchen’s soft hand, gazing passionately into her beautiful eyes. His tone was resolute and undeniable, his ardent love completely laid bare.
He Muchen’s heart quivered. This young man… was truly difficult to dislike. Now, with such a bold declaration of love paired with his handsome features—if she were younger, she would have found it very hard to resist his pursuit.
Sincerity is always the ultimate weapon. He Muchen, who originally hadn’t entertained such thoughts, couldn’t help but feel动摇 (shaken) for a moment. But when she considered their age gap, she immediately steeled her resolve once more.