Virtuous, virtuous, virtuous.
That had always been Dong Xuebin's assessment of Qu Yunxuan.
To Dong Xuebin, Aunt Xuan, this woman who was gentle to her very bones, seemed to have not the slightest flaw. Her face was stunningly beautiful, her figure frighteningly shapely; she had taste, refinement, poise, a kind heart, and a gentle manner. She could grace a drawing room and work a kitchen alike—she was simply a woman perfected to the extreme. So when he saw Qu Yunxuan, who had always seemed so soft and graceful in his mind, squatting on a chair and doing that to herself, Dong Xuebin could barely believe his eyes. This was Aunt Xuan? How could this possibly be Aunt Xuan?
That was just too... something.
Dong Xuebin immediately held his breath, not daring to make the slightest sound for fear Aunt Xuan would notice him.
On the chair behind the crack in the door, Qu Yunxuan crouched half-squatting, her head tilted slightly back. Her wavy black hair lay messily over her back and shoulders. She was breathing rapidly. A moment later, a soft moan escaped her throat. She swiftly took the hand from her mouth and moved it below, while her other hand traded places and slipped its fingers into her mouth. The full, fair thigh Dong Xuebin could vaguely see was tinged with a faint blush, as though painted with a seductive hue.
Good lord... Aunt Xuan doesn't do this every day, does she?
This was way too... too much.
Dong Xuebin's heart stirred uncontrollably, his throat dry as he stared hard into the room. Unfortunately, Aunt Xuan had her back to him, and he couldn't see most of her body. *Pah, pah! Dong Xuebin, Dong Xuebin, what the hell are you looking at? Hurry up and figure out how to