"How, how can it be so frightening?"

Meng Wantang's eyes widened, feeling that most of her drunkenness had dissipated, truly startled by the bulge in Qin Chuan's pants.

Having already been with a man, she naturally understood the matters between men and women.

Precisely because of this, she was so surprised by the tent pitched by Qin Chuan.

If an ordinary person's bulge could be considered a tent, then the scale of Qin Chuan's was practically a small hill.

After all, the nutrition for his generation was indeed better.

Not only had the girls' development been assured, but the boys' development too was not left behind.

However, speaking of which.

Even with good nutrition, it shouldn't have developed to this scale, right?

Can this thing really fit inside the body?

A big question mark appeared in Meng Wantang's mind, but soon, a blush crept up her cheeks.

Failing to seduce Qin Chuan was one thing, but now she was having fantasies about him.

"Meng Wantang, you are really so wanton," Meng Wantang chastised herself inwardly.

Meanwhile, Qin Chuan also noticed the change in Meng Wantang.

Following her gaze, he looked down and nearly fainted from embarrassment.

All thanks to that Nine Dragon Creation Skill.

Making his self-control worse and worse.

Of course, Meng Wantang also bore some responsibility.

After all, Meng Wantang's looks were extraordinary, her figure was excellent, possessing the curvaceousness and allure unique to a mature woman.

Adding her initiative in kissing just now, it was truly hard for someone not to react.

Realizing his loss of composure, Qin Chuan quickly turned his back, trying to regain his composure, not daring to look back for a while.

"Uh, um, I, I should go back now." Qin Chuan said guiltily.

"Okay, okay, I'll have the driver take you," Meng Wantang, a bit embarrassed herself, felt increasingly how absurd her earlier actions seemed.

"Alright, you rest well, I'll leave now."

After Qin Chuan finished speaking, he quickly opened the door and left.

As the door closed, Meng Wantang suddenly felt a void in her heart, as if something had been lost.

She stared blankly at the door, then unconsciously got out of bed, walking to the window to look in the direction of the door.

Soon, Qin Chuan's figure appeared in the villa courtyard.

Qin Chuan, in a hurry, looked absent-minded and nearly stumbled to the ground.

Watching Qin Chuan's comical performance, Meng Wantang couldn't help but burst into laughter, her face showing a rare charm.

Unfortunately, that trace of charm went unappreciated.

At her age, and being the Tiger Hall Master, she couldn't even recall how many years it had been since she'd experienced such a flutter.

Perhaps, since the moment her husband passed away, her heart had been sealed shut.

Until now, when a tiny crack appeared in that tightly closed door.

And it was precisely this crack that brought her such long-lost excitement.

But she quickly sealed the crack again, because she clearly understood that what was coming would be an unprecedented storm.

Thinking of this, Meng Wantang reflexively looked up at the sky.

The moonlit, starry night sky, cloudless for miles, now seemed covered by a layer of endless dark clouds.

"The sky of Jiangcheng is about to change, I hope you can endure," Meng Wantang, with a hint of sadness in her tone, redirected her gaze toward Qin Chuan who was preparing to get into the car.

On the other side, after getting in the car, Qin Chuan had Meng Wantang's driver take him back home.

"Brother Xiaochuan."

As soon as he entered, Ye Wenxi, who had been waiting anxiously, threw herself into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

Although Qin Chuan had texted her earlier to assure her he was safe, she couldn't shake her worries.

Not only her, but Su Qian felt the same.

However, in front of Ye Wenxi, she couldn't just throw herself into Qin Chuan's arms the way Ye Wenxi did.

Su Qian looked at Ye Wenxi with envy, then quietly turned away to wipe her tears.

"It's okay, it's okay, nothing happened."

Stepmother Ye Qingmei was also relieved to see Qin Chuan return safely.

Even though she knew Qin Chuan had practiced the Nine Dragon Creation Skill, his actual strength was still unknown to her for now.

Subsequently, Qin Chuan spent a considerable effort comforting Ye Wenxi, also offering some comfort to Su Qian.

Originally, Su Qian wanted to return to her own apartment, but Qin Chuan, considering safety, suggested she stay for the night.

"But, but I don't have any change of... clothes." Su Qian's pretty face flushed.

"No worries, just wear mine," Ye Wenxi waved her hand generously.

Unexpectedly, her words were met with a disdainful look from Su Qian.

Su Qian glanced at her chest and then pushed it forward proudly: "Too small, won't fit."

"Ahhh... Su Qian, you're so dead."

Ye Wenxi was instantly provoked, closing the door as the two began to scuffle: "Are you that much bigger than me, just a bit, I'm at most a C+."

Hearing this, Su Qian was immediately displeased: "I'm clearly a D, you underestimated me, okay, unlike you."

"Nonsense, that D must be padded! You're not that big!" Ye Wenxi retorted unwillingly.

"Anyway, I'm bigger than you, hehe..." Su Qian gloated.

Though Qin Chuan didn't really want to listen, his ridiculously good hearing meant he could clearly hear their conversation even through two walls.

When it came to the issue of who was bigger, no one had more authority to speak than him.

Indeed, Su Qian wasn't lying; in terms of size, Su Qian was indeed a bit bigger than Ye Wenxi.

However, such matters couldn't be openly discussed.

Otherwise, it might lead to family disputes.

Qin Chuan dismissed the idea of mediating the conflict, picked up his clothes, went to shower while using the Nine Dragon Creation Skill to expel the alcohol from his body.

After all, he'd later need to give Ye Qingmei a massage, and it wouldn't do to have alcohol wafting from him.

After swiftly finishing his shower, Qin Chuan took advantage of the fact that Ye Wenxi and Su Qian were still engaged in their room, sneaking into Ye Qingmei's room.

After more than half a month of adaptation, Ye Qingmei was already familiar with the process, leaving only her underwear on and covering herself with a thin quilt, waiting for Qin Chuan's arrival.

Sometimes, she felt like a newlywed wife waiting for her husband to return to the room.

Such thoughts always quickened her breath, leaving her ashamed, wishing she could dig a hole to hide in.

With over half a month of experience, Qin Chuan was no longer as awkward as he had been initially, and after a simple greeting, he began the massage right away.

Soon, familiar sounds began to escape from between Ye Qingmei's teeth.

Soft and melodious, yet slightly restrained, like heavenly music echoing through the room.

Meanwhile, in Ye Wenxi's room, the two had already stopped their playful tussle.

Su Qian, who had been playing a mobile game, suddenly paused: "Xixi, did you hear that sound?"

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