Ye Qingmei's fingertips traced over Qin Chuan's abs, through the fabric, still clearly feeling the defined lines of muscles.

Her breath suddenly became rapid, her whole being entangling with Qin Chuan like a vine.

Her two slender arms tightly embraced Qin Chuan's bear-like waist, her nose tip moving to the side of his neck, greedily inhaling that unique masculine scent.

Qin Chuan only felt an itch at the root of his ear, instinctively dodging slightly.

"Don't dodge..."

Ye Qingmei murmured in a low tone, her moist lips brushing against his earlobe, the tip of her tongue lightly sweeping across his neck.

"Aunt Mei, you are..."

Qin Chuan's whole body suddenly tensed up, this was the first time he saw Ye Qingmei take such initiative, to the point that he, who should have stepped away immediately, was now somewhat flustered.

He didn't know if it was instinct that made him reluctant to leave, or if he simply couldn't control himself.

"Xiao Chuan, Aunt Mei is so hot, it feels like the air is burning."

Facing Qin Chuan's nervousness, Ye Qingmei not only didn't stop, instead she pressed her cheek closer, her restless hands ventured beneath the T-shirt, stroking Qin Chuan's waist and abdomen.

Even though they were already so close, she still felt it was not enough.

At this moment, it seemed as if she wished she could merge herself into Qin Chuan's body.

Gradually, unsatisfied, she began to explore downward, seeking greater satisfaction.

Finally, her jade fingers, as delicate as scallion stalks, gently hooked Qin Chuan's belt.

Qin Chuan shivered all over, hastily tightened his grip, turning to look at Ye Qingmei: "Aunt Mei, you..."

As he turned around, he was met with a pair of eyes as clear as water.

The corners of the eyes were tinged with an unusual flush, like peony petals freshly watered, beneath the moist gaze surged a certain longing.

Her plump and tender lips slightly parted, revealing a small semi-damp tip of her tongue, lightly curling the corner of her lips.

Seeing this, Qin Chuan was directly mesmerized, his mind involuntarily recalling the scene he had glimpsed outside Ye Qingmei's room that day.

It was the first time in his life that he had seen a woman's body up close, and also the first time he witnessed a woman's self-pleasuring process and that mysterious place every man dreams of.

This was a scene that he wouldn't be able to forget for a lifetime.

Back then, Ye Qingmei, like a brand, deeply etched into his memory.

And Ye Qingmei's demeanor now, surpassed that day by a margin.

"No! She's Aunt Mei! Qin Chuan, snap out of it!" Qin Chuan bit his tongue hard.

The intense pain and the iron taste in his mouth pulled his thoughts back to reality.

He hurriedly placed his hands on Ye Qingmei's shoulders, instinctively stepping back half a step, maintaining a certain distance from her.

But in doing so, he was faced not only with Ye Qingmei's seductive face.

He also faced her mature, lovely figure and graceful curves.

No man could be unresponsive in this situation.

Qin Chuan was no exception.

His trousers instantly became tented.

However, Qin Chuan didn't have the luxury to worry about it now, the priority was to suppress the desires within, preventing everything that was about to happen.

"Aunt Mei, let me explain..." Qin Chuan opened his mouth.

"Xiao Chuan, what are you afraid of?"

Before he finished, Ye Qingmei stood on tiptoe, approaching him.

She intentionally drew out her final note in a long, hoarse whisper, her hot breath spraying over Qin Chuan's body, a scent like orchid and musk slipped into Qin Chuan's nostrils.

Qin Chuan's arm tensed instinctively, stopping her intention to come closer.

"Hiss~~~"

Ye Qingmei suddenly furrowed her brows, covering a spot with her hand, showing a pained expression.

"Aunt Mei!"

Qin Chuan, out of concern, leaned in, thinking he might have hurt the still healing Ye Qingmei by not controlling his strength.

But just as he leaned in, Ye Qingmei wrapped her arm around his neck.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her pink lips curved into a triumphant arc, her arms gently exerting force, she stood tiptoe and pressed herself against him.

Ye Qingmei's whole delicate body clung to Qin Chuan's chest, with her bosom gently pressing, her nose brushing against his earlobe, every breath seemed to carry a certain desire: "Xiao Chuan, how come you're so easy to fool?"

Hearing this, Qin Chuan inwardly smiled bitterly, feeling manipulated by Ye Qingmei.

"Aunt Mei, why don't you put your clothes back on first, let's talk properly..." Qin Chuan instinctively wanted to pull away.

But, as he moved, Ye Qingmei's arms tightened further: "Do not move, Aunt Mei just wants to smell your scent properly."

With that, Ye Qingmei's nose brushed lightly against Qin Chuan's neck.

Without any covering, her tender breasts began pressing against Qin Chuan's chest muscles.

Her snow-white, long legs intentionally or unintentionally pressed into Qin Chuan's legs.

Already tented, Qin Chuan felt even more unbearable.

"Aunt Mei, don't do this, let's both calm down first." Qin Chuan took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

But, that faint scent of orchid and musk once again infiltrated his nostrils.

This subtle feminine fragrance seemed to have a special magic, irresistible.

"Then teach Aunt Mei, how to calm down?"

Ye Qingmei's nose brushed over Qin Chuan's earlobe, her breath like orchid: "Or should Aunt Mei calm him down first?"

Saying so, her restless jade hand went directly to grasp Qin Chuan.

At the touch, Qin Chuan could clearly see a peculiar light flash in her eyes, already moist and now even more so, giving a sparkling effect.

"Aunt Mei, don't like this." Qin Chuan instinctively wanted to stop, the words ethics and morality repeatedly clashing his bottom line in his mind.

Ye Qingmei rotated her fair wrist, gripping Qin Chuan's restraining hand, then placing it on her own waist, guiding it, bit by bit upwards: "Since you don't want Aunt Mei to calm it down, then, help Aunt Mei to calm down."

Upon hearing this, Qin Chuan's hand stiffened dramatically, as if petrified, suspended at Ye Qingmei's side ribs, not daring to move further.

"Touch me."

Ye Qingmei's partially exposed, glossy tongue tip, lightly licked Qin Chuan's neck: "Just like before when you'd massage me, touch me."

Saying this, she forcibly made Qin Chuan's large hand cover her chest.

Though it wasn't the first time touching, this time felt particularly different from before.

Ye Qingmei's entire being was like a giant furnace, with a subtly burning warmth as his hand touched her.

For a moment, Qin Chuan froze again.

Seeing this, Ye Qingmei spoke again: "Massage it, slowly knead, gently, help Aunt Mei extinguish the fire..."

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