Zhou Yun suddenly realized something was off. When she noticed his gaze seemed to be fixed on her chest, her face instantly flushed with embarrassment, and she quickly settled back into her seat.
Xiao Ran couldn’t be doing it on purpose, right? She must be overthinking it. After all, Xiao Ran was still just a kid.
Feeling guilty for her suspicion, the blush on Zhou Yun’s face deepened even more.
She cleared her throat and looked at Zhao Ran again. “Well, why don’t you try it and see how it tastes?”
“It should be quite good,” Zhao Ran said, stirring the plain congee with his spoon, his eyes still openly fixed on Zhou Yun.
She couldn’t shake the feeling that his words carried a double meaning. Puzzled, she could only repeat, “Then hurry up and eat.”
Zhao Ran scooped a spoonful of congee into his mouth. Zhou Yun looked at him expectantly. “How is it?”
He lifted his head, let his eyes sweep over her breasts once more, then smiled before answering. “Delicious.”
Zhou Yun caught his glance, her heart skipping a beat. Her ears grew hot from his words. Meeting his eyes, she felt inexplicably nervous and could only brush it off with a smile. “If it’s delicious, then have some more.”
…
After the meal, since the regular housekeeper had taken sudden leave, there wasn’t much to clean up, so Zhou Yun took care of it herself.
Zhao Ran sat leisurely on the sofa, watching her intently, his eyes never leaving her.
At that moment, Zhou Yun was kneeling on the floor, wiping it with a clean cloth.
The woman was on her knees, leaning forward with her pert bottom facing directly toward Zhao Ran. Even the outline of her panties was faintly visible through the fabric, though she remained completely unaware, focused solely on her task.
Zhao Ran narrowed his eyes slightly, watching her body sway back and forth rhythmically, as if she were being taken from behind.
If only he could have a taste of what was inside like that—how incredible would that be?
Just then, Zhou Yun straightened up, wiping the sweat from her forehead, a faint blush spread across her face.
Seizing the moment, Zhao Ran spoke up. “Stepmom, you’ve worked hard. Would you like some water?”
Touched by his thoughtfulness and willingness to be close to her, Zhou Yun felt a wave of warmth. She turned her head toward him, but the next moment, her vision went dark as she bumped into a solid, human wall.
It was warm. And hard.
Through his clothes, Zhao Ran felt the friction of her lips against his growing bulge, accompanied by her warm breath. The member in his lower body swelled noticeably. He spoke softly, “Stepmom, you…”
Hearing Zhao Ran’s voice coming from above her, Zhou Yun suddenly realized what was happening. She quickly pulled her head back and saw that she was directly facing Xiao Ran’s legs—and the place she had just bumped into was unmistakably the boy’s private part.
Seeing the prominent shape there, Zhou Yun’s cheeks burned crimson in an instant. “Xiao Ran, I—I didn’t mean to.”
As she spoke, she tried to stand up.
But she had clearly forgotten she had been kneeling for so long. As she rose abruptly, her legs protested weakly, and she began to tilt to the side with a gasp.
Zhao Ran swiftly reached out and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her firmly against him to steady her.
Her waist was slender, curving down into a perky, peach-like bottom. Zhao Ran let his hand slide downward slightly, coming to rest precisely at the small of her back—Zhou Yun’s most sensitive spot.
Their summer clothing was thin, and Zhou Yun could feel the heat of the boy’s palm. As his hand drifted lower, it sent waves of tingling sensation through her.
Zhou Yun’s body was sensitive, and Zhao Ran’s deliberate touch caused a damp warmth to seep between her legs.
Seeing her red lips part slightly and her eyes glaze over with confusion, Zhao Ran felt a thrill of satisfaction. Still, he asked slowly, “Stepmom, are you okay?”