On the other side, Luo Yi came to Ye Wenxi.

Looking at Ye Wenxi, whose eyes were swollen with tears, she slowly asked, "Xixi, what's wrong? Did you have a fight with Sister Qingmei?"

"Aunt Luo..."

Ye Wenxi lifted her tear-filled eyes, but when she tried to speak, the words stayed stuck in her throat.

Her own mother seducing her stepbrother.

Such an absurd family disgrace, how could she let Aunt Luo, an outsider, know about it?

Then, she buried her head again, wrapped her arms around her knees, and sat on the bed brooding by herself.

Luo Yi walked over, gently stroking her hair, and probed, "Is it about Sister Qingmei and Xiao Chuan?"

"Aunt Luo, you... you know?"

Ye Wenxi suddenly looked up, her small face full of surprise.

"I'm just guessing."

Luo Yi lied. During dinner, she noticed something unusual in Ye Wenxi's gaze toward Ye Qingmei.

Recalling when she bumped into her hand under the table, Luo Yi knew Ye Wenxi most likely misunderstood that it was Ye Qingmei trying to seduce Qin Chuan.

However, Luo Yi didn't point it out. Instead, she earnestly said to Ye Wenxi, "Xixi, do you think Sister Qingmei has been good to you?"

"Mom has been very good to me."

This was something Ye Wenxi couldn't deny.

From as far back as she could remember, it was Ye Qingmei who raised her with much effort and care.

She was meticulous in her care and never lacked in material needs.

But that couldn't be a reason for her to seduce Brother Chuan, could it?

"You should know, you have no blood relation with her. She could have sent you to an orphanage, but she didn't."

Luo Yi spoke earnestly: "Being a single mother is very difficult. Sister Qingmei thinks of you in every way, but have you considered she is not just your mother but also a woman?"

"Aunt Luo, do you mean...?" Ye Wenxi looked at Luo Yi in confusion.

"A woman has needs; you're an adult now and should have learned this in biology class. It's not just men who think about women; women also think about men."

Luo Yi continued in a tone like an elder, "For over ten years, have you ever seen Sister Qingmei bring a man home or get close to any man?"

Ye Wenxi's gaze gradually lowered, and she quietly shook her head.

Indeed, from what she could recall, there hadn't been a single man around her mother.

Even if some tried to court her, they were all turned away.

Ye Wenxi had never considered before that she did this all for her daughter.

"For you, Sister Qingmei has endured over ten years. Now, with Xiao Chuan suddenly appearing in the house as a young, vigorous man, isn't it understandable for her to lose control for a moment?"

Seeing Ye Wenxi silent, Luo Yi solemnly commented, "You think Sister Qingmei is seducing Xiao Chuan because you like him, but have you considered that Sister Qingmei liked Xiao Chuan before you did?"

"Wh...What?" Ye Wenxi's eyes widened in disbelief.

"It's not that Sister Qingmei is competing with you for Xiao Chuan, but that you are competing with your mother for a man!"

Luo Yi laid it out directly, and Ye Wenxi felt like she had been struck by lightning: "Impossible, it's not like that, they're mother and son, they can't..."

"Don't you also call Xiao Chuan brother?"

"That's different, Xiao Chuan and I are not blood-related, I..."

"And you're saying Sister Qingmei and Xiao Chuan are blood-related?"

Luo Yi interrupted directly, continuing, "As a daughter, you're competing with your mother for a man, and now you're resenting her. Do you think that's right?"

"I..."

Ye Wenxi was left speechless.

Seeing this, Luo Yi knew her plan had been successful so far.

Next, it was about Ye Wenxi slowly accepting the relationship between Ye Qingmei and Qin Chuan, and how she would accept their relationship among the three of them.

"Xiao Chuan, oh Xiao Chuan, Aunt Luo is worried sick for your happiness. You must make sure to satisfy Aunt Luo in the future," Luo Yi thought to herself.

She then slowly sat beside Ye Wenxi, gently holding her in her arms.

While softly stroking her hair, she said, "Besides, Xiao Chuan is so innocent, and there are so many impure-minded girls out there. Aren't you worried that Xiao Chuan might be deceived by them?"

Hearing this, Ye Wenxi couldn't help but think of Su Qian, that two-faced little vixen.

She had so many ways to seduce people.

She even dared to touch Brother Chuan's dragon right in front of her.

"Aunt Luo, do you mean that I should join in with my mom...?"

Ye Wenxi's small face suddenly turned bright red.

Just the thought of such a thing was embarrassing.

Yet, for some reason, she found it somewhat feasible.

"I never said that; it was you who did."

Luo Yi chuckled playfully, knowing the atmosphere was just right, and there was no need to push it further.

She then slowly stood up, preparing to leave.

However, just as she reached the door, Ye Wenxi suddenly asked, "Aunt Luo, do you want to join in as well?"

Luo Yi paused noticeably, thinking that this girl's quick understanding was quite impressive.

Meanwhile, in Ye Qingmei's room, Qin Chuan looked at his naked stepmother on the bed, feeling uncomfortably warm.

He swallowed several times, unable to ease the sensation.

His stepmother's delicate body was like a perfect work of art.

Her slender waist, full bosom, perky hips, and those lush thighs.

Simply maddening.

"Xiao... Xiao Chuan, weren't you going to give me a massage?" His stepmother shyly turned her reddened face to the side.

"Yes, yes..."

Qin Chuan swallowed again and regained his senses, then slowly approached.

Standing at the bedside, he spoke to his stepmother, who was lying on the bed with her arm over her chest: "Aunt Qingmei, if anything feels uncomfortable, just let me know."

"Uh-huh."

His stepmother nodded. At this moment, she didn't dare to meet Qin Chuan's eyes.

She realized she was now wearing nothing but lace underwear.

Virtually baring herself to her stepson.

If anyone saw this scene, they would never be able to explain it away, even if they jumped into the Yellow River.

However, things had come this far, and she couldn't very well stop Qin Chuan.

She just hoped it would be over quickly.

While her mind was in turmoil, she suddenly felt a broad, strong hand covering her abdomen.

"Ah!"

Despite being mentally prepared, she couldn't help but be startled when skin touched skin.

Qin Chuan paused, keeping his hand on her flat stomach: "Aunt Qingmei, does it hurt?"

"N...no, keep going," his stepmother's face grew even redder, wishing there was a hole to crawl into.

Qin Chuan nodded and continued massaging his stepmother's smooth abdomen.

Her soft skin was like warm mutton fat jade, making it hard to let go.

Qin Chuan didn't dare apply too much pressure, slowly and gently progressing upwards with the pure spiritual power of the "Nine Dragon Creation Skill."

Until he reached the area near her chest, awkwardly stammering, "Aunt... Aunt Qingmei, I need to continue to the inner breast point."

"Then... then go ahead," his stepmother turned her face, staring at the pillow, not daring to meet Qin Chuan's gaze.

"The inner breast point is at... your... uh, chest..."

Qin Chuan's face flushed, unsure how to express the location of the inner breast point.

The so-called inner breast point, located at the top of her chest, was currently covered by her arm.

Hearing this, his stepmother seemed to realize, her cheeks growing hotter: "Xiao... Xiao Chuan, can you do it with your eyes closed?"

"I... I can try." Qin Chuan awkwardly scratched his head, then slowly closed his eyes.

His stepmother glanced to ensure his eyes were shut, then slowly lowered her arm, exposing everything in front of her stepson.

"Go... ahead, Xiao Chuan, you can do it."

Receiving her instruction, Qin Chuan, with eyes closed, gingerly began to explore like a blind man.

Finally, two soft, resilient mounds filled his hands.

He applied the technique described in the "Medical Canon," gently pushing upwards.

Soon, he heard a stifled moan escape his stepmother's lips: "Mmm~~~"

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.