Zhao Ping was still sound asleep on the sofa, seemingly not having moved at all. In truth, it wasn’t that he didn’t value his family; it was just that in his heart, friends held the same weight as family.
“Good morning, Stepmom. Are you feeling any better?”
Zhou Yun, who was eating congee, nodded upon hearing this. “I slept through the night and feel much better now, though I still have a bit of a fever. Luckily, I only have one class today.”
Zhao Ran asked with concern, “You’re still going to teach? Shouldn’t you have someone cover for you?”
Zhao Ran attended school in another city and had an early vacation, but the local university hadn’t yet closed for break. His stepmom was a lecturer at the local university. Though she came from a science background, she taught in a liberal arts department, offering an elective course. She didn’t have many classes normally, and since she wasn’t in need of money, she didn’t take on additional work, leaving her with plenty of free time.
However, whenever she had a class, she diligently prepared and taught with great approachability, making her a popular and attractive teacher among the students, especially the male students.
Stepmom shook her head. “It’s just a slight cold. Having someone cover for me over something so trivial—what would that make me? I’m not some delicate, fragile young maiden, and I’m certainly not irresponsible.”
As she spoke, she shot a dissatisfied glance at his father.
“Don’t come home for lunch. I might be back late. Go to your aunt’s house for a meal, or eat out—either is fine.”
Zhao Ran nodded. “What about him?”
Stepmom glared at him. “Let him cook for himself.”
“Just leave the dishes in the kitchen when you’re done. I’ll wash them when I get back. I’m heading out now.” Zhou Yun adjusted her clothes. Today, she was wearing a dark blue dress with a pair of flat leather shoes, looking mature and captivating.
Zhao Ran nodded. Watching his stepmom leave, he then cast a look of disgust at Zhao Ping on the sofa, quickly tidied up the dishes, and headed out.
In fact, Zhao Ran’s home wasn’t far from his aunt’s house, so after making a phone call, he set off directly.
As soon as Zhao Ran entered the door, he saw Wu Dan sitting on the sofa. She was the only one home. Having heard that Zhao Ran was coming for a meal, her parents had gone out together to buy groceries before his arrival.
Seeing Zhao Ran, Wu Dan’s eyes lit up, and she immediately threw herself at him, wrapping her arms tightly around him. “Cousin, you’re finally here.”
Zhao Ran chuckled. “What? Did you miss me?”
Wu Dan gave him a seductive glance. “What do you think?”
As she spoke, her hand had already begun to wander downward.
Zhao Ran was quickly aroused. He lifted her chin with one hand and kissed her deeply.
They kissed for a long time before finally parting, a trail of saliva still connecting their lips. Wu Dan’s pretty face was flushed. Her petite buttocks had long since been conquered, molded into various shapes by Zhao Ran’s hands.
Whether intentionally or to add a different kind of thrill, she kept her chest off-limits. Every time Zhao Ran tried to fondle her there, she would阻止 him from going further.
“Cousin, I’m really uncomfortable here,” Zhao Ran said, guiding Wu Dan’s hand to the erection straining against his pants. At some point, he had already gotten her accustomed to touching his cock.
“No… mmm…” Wu Dan lost herself in Zhao Ran’s kisses once again.