Evening.
A little after seven, at the Qu residence.
On the sofa, Dong Xuebin, full and satisfied from dinner, stubbornly insisted on making Aunt Xuan sit on his lap. Unable to resist him, Qu Yunxuan could only press her shapely rear down with a faint blush on her face. Dong Xuebin immediately wrapped his arms around her, kissing the back of Aunt Xuan's neck through her sweater while slipping his hand in from the front, beneath her sweater and undershirt. He felt the soft flesh of Yun Xuan's stomach, then moved upward, pushed aside her bra, and slipped his fingers inside.
It was soft and fleshy inside.
The warm sensation clung to Dong Xuebin's hand.
Qu Yunxuan slapped his leg. "All you know is how to fool around. Stop it!"
Dong Xuebin refused to listen. "I've missed you like crazy these past few days. Let's go back to the bedroom and rest, okay?"
"Auntie still has something to do outside. Are you going to let go or not? Are you asking to be beaten?" Qu Yunxuan raised her hand to scare him.
Dong Xuebin gave a surprised sound. "You're still going out? What for?"
Qu Yunxuan glared at him irritably. "Take your hand out first, then Auntie will tell you. Hurry."
"Fine, fine." Dong Xuebin pulled his hand out, but the next moment, his palm, carrying Aunt Xuan's fragrance, reached downward again and gave Qu Yunxuan's shapely rear, wrapped in black jeans, a firm squeeze.
Qu Yunxuan pinched his nose. "You'll be the death of me sooner or later. You're never proper."
"Heh heh, tell me already. Where are you going? Want me to drive you?" Dong Xuebin slowly savored the elasticity of Yun Xuan's rear, reluctant to remove his hand.
Seeing how clingy he was, Qu Yunxuan smiled at