101: Get on the bus

In the evening,

The aroma of cooking food wafted through Sister Qin's home.

Packed cardboard boxes were stacked in the corner; they were moving to their new house tomorrow.

Xiao Qian took small bites of her rice,

Her eyes sparkling as she looked around the small apartment where they had lived for over a year—

Thinking about moving into the new house Brother Zhan had bought for them tomorrow,

The corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up.

It was a large three-bedroom apartment with floor-to-ceiling windows; she would never have to squeeze onto the same bed as her mother again!

But then she remembered that Brother Zhan hadn't come to see her for three days,

And the young girl's smile collapsed.

The memory of their passionate kiss in the car last time was still fresh in her mind.

Xiao Qian stole a glance at her mother,

Only to find her mother staring blankly at her rice bowl, looking preoccupied.

"Mom, about moving tomorrow... will Brother Zhan come?"

When Sister Qin heard her daughter mention Li Zhan,

She thought back to that passionate kiss with Li Zhan in the kitchen and his hand reaching into her sweater to cause trouble,

Her cheeks flushed hot, and she involuntarily squeezed her thighs together.

She had been in a daze for the past two days,

Feeling both a sense of longing for the future and a certain amount of worry.

Her relationship with Li Zhan—

Though they were distant relatives, they were still related by blood and old ties after all,

If the people back home knew about her and Li Zhan... but recalling Li Zhan's fervor that day, she felt a surge of desire and restlessness,

Would she have to hide in the shadows forever from now on... and even more terrifying was her daughter's feelings,

Those sparkling eyes every time she mentioned Li Zhan... how could she, as a mother, not understand?

Could it be that both mother and daughter would... if anyone found out... "Mom!"

Seeing her mother still in a daze, Xiao Qian waved a hand in front of her eyes,

"What are you daydreaming about?"

Sister Qin snapped back to her senses, her chopsticks hitting the table with a 'clack.'

She hurriedly bent down to pick them up, using the chance to hide her beet-red face,

"No, nothing..."

"I was saying..."

Xiao Qian summoned her courage, her voice getting smaller and smaller,

"About moving tomorrow... will Brother Zhan come?"

Sister Qin looked at her daughter's expectant gaze,

And felt as if a heavy stone were pressing down on her chest.

She mechanically stuffed cold rice into her mouth,

But she couldn't taste a thing.

"Your Brother Zhan is so busy... he'll send someone to help tomorrow."

Xiao Qian pouted, her youthful face written with disappointment.

"Mom, I... what if I like Brother Zhan?"

Xiao Qian suddenly put down her bowl, her words shocking.

The chopsticks in Sister Qin's hand dropped onto the table again with a 'clack,'

"Nonsense! How old are you..."

"I'll be eighteen after my birthday the day after tomorrow!

What 'Uncle'? We're distant relatives; in ancient times, we could have gotten married..."

Xiao Qian stood up abruptly, her ponytail swinging in an arc.

She crossly cleared the dishes and ducked into the kitchen, turning the faucet on full blast.

Sister Qin watched her daughter's back, her chest feeling tight.

Should she tell her daughter,

That your mom also feels that way about your Brother Zhan...?

"Ding—"

Her phone screen lit up, and Sister Qin grabbed it as if receiving an electric shock.

Li Zhan's message was simple: 'Come down. Waiting for you in the car across from the alley entrance.'

Her fingertips trembled, and her breathing quickened.

As an experienced woman, Sister Qin knew exactly what going downstairs meant.

She stood up and walked to the full-length mirror in the living room,

Involuntarily sizing herself up in the reflection—

In her thirties, yet her figure was maintained like a girl in her early twenties.

A tight waistline, full breasts, and her buttocks wrapped in jeans were still firm and perky.

She gave a light turn, and the figure in the mirror swayed gracefully,

Even she felt her cheeks flush just looking at herself.

"I'm truly going crazy..." she murmured in a low voice,

But her fingers involuntarily brushed over the collar of her sweater, where a patch of snow-white skin was exposed.

The last time she wore this,

Li Zhan's eyes had been glued to her like a hungry wolf's,

Thinking back on it now, her legs actually felt a bit weak.

In the end, desire triumphed over reason.

Sister Qin walked quickly back to the bedroom,

Pulled out the tight jeans that best outlined her curves from the depths of the wardrobe,

And paired them with the low-cut black sweater she had recently bought—

The neckline was cut just right, not too revealing, yet allowing a glimpse of that enticing cleavage.

She did a turn in front of the dressing mirror,

Looking at the woman with eyes full of spring in the mirror, she covered her face in shame.

In this state, how did she look like a mother?

But the long-lost restlessness in her body made her both expectant and apprehensive.

"Mom is going out for a bit."

She hurriedly tied the belt of her trench coat. "Leave the dishes... I'll wash them when I get back."

The sound of the door closing startled Xiao Qian in the kitchen.

The girl wiped her hands and ran to the window,

Just in time to see her mother jogging toward a black car at the alley entrance.

The car was too far away to see clearly... but the moment the window rolled down,

She clearly saw a man's hand pull her mother inside...—

Inside the black mercedes-benz at the alley entrance,

Li Zhan watched Sister Qin's jogging figure, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Her outfit today—

Tight jeans wrapping her rounded hips,

A low-cut black sweater revealing a glimpse of snow-white cleavage; she had clearly dressed this way for him on purpose.

Sister Qin jogged to the car but suddenly braked two steps away from the door.

The night wind ruffled her hair, and her fingers gripped the trench coat belt so hard her knuckles turned white.

In that moment of hesitation, the car door swung open.

A large hand with distinct knuckles reached out, precisely clasping her wrist and pulling her into the cabin with irresistible force.

Sister Qin gave a soft cry,

And her entire body fell into an embrace that smelled faintly of tobacco.

The car door shut with a 'thud,'

Locking her cry and her hesitation together in the confined space.

As soon as the door closed,

Li Zhan started the engine.

Both were silent on the road,

Sister Qin kept her head down, the tips of her ears flushed red, her hands unconsciously fiddling with her trench coat belt.

He drove with one hand,

While the other hand rested on Sister Qin's jeans, gently caressing them,

He could clearly feel her entire body trembling slightly.

Li Zhan didn't choose to go to a hotel,

Instead, he drove the car to a secluded and dark spot.

He liked the feeling of a narrow space so cramped it made one breathless.

After the car came to a steady stop,

Li Zhan leaned over the center console and grabbed Sister Qin.

"A-Zhan..."

Before Sister Qin could finish,

Her mouth was blocked by the man's hot lips.

She gave a couple of token pushes,

But her fingers involuntarily clutched his shirt.

"Don't... people outside will see..."

Li Zhan turned a deaf ear.

After a long while,

He looked up at the charming, panting Sister Qin,

And moved directly over the center console.

Li Zhan cupped the back of Sister Qin's head with one hand,

While the other hand precisely found the seat adjustment lever—

With a soft 'click,' the passenger seat slid back.

He then pressed the backrest adjustment button, and the seat was slowly lowered to a flat position,

The entire sequence of movements was as smooth as flowing water... Before Sister Qin could react, she was already half-lying on the reclined seat.

She let out a soft cry, her hair scattering across the headrest,

"You..."

She just wanted to speak,

When the man's tobacco-scented breath descended,

Stifling her unfinished words.

Outside the car window, the halo of the streetlights blurred into one.

No one noticed that the mercedes-benz parked at the alley entrance was swaying slightly,

And no one saw a hand with light pink nail polish,

Grip the leather armrest on the side of the seat tightly... The streetlights cast the swaying shadow of the car onto the mottled wall.

Occasionally, a passerby would walk past,

Only assuming it was the night wind at play...