After avoiding his mother's touch, Ling Xiaodong gave two dry coughs.
He forced himself to remain calm as he lifted the two cartons of cheap milk in his hands and gave Xiao Yaqin an awkward smile.
"Mom, now that you mention it, I really am a little hungry..."
"Let's go eat in the dining room first. I haven't tasted your cooking in eight whole years—I've missed it terribly!"
Although he spoke casually, Ling Xiaodong's gaze was constantly darting around.
He did not dare let his eyes linger for more than half a second on Xiao Yaqin's long, straight beautiful legs wrapped in black stockings, or on the peachy curves exaggerated by her tight skirt...
Even taking one more breath of the mature feminine fragrance hanging in the air made him feel like he was committing a crime!
Ling Xiaodong frantically recited calming chants in his heart.
"Amitabha. Form is emptiness, emptiness is form!"
"If the heart is as clear as ice, even the sky collapsing cannot startle it!"
"Ling Xiaodong, you beast, hurry up and dump all that filthy garbage out of your head!"
He could not help it. Ling Xiaodong truly felt unprecedented fear at that moment.
He knew all too well what kind of person he was.
After spending eight years as a petty king in the lawless Golden Triangle, he had long grown accustomed to taking all kinds of women by trickery or force.
Now, faced with such an exquisite, fully mature beauty...
He was afraid that if he had too much contact with Xiao Yaqin, he would no longer be able to suppress those outrageous urges that deserved to be struck down by heaven itself!
To preserve his last shred of moral decency.
Ling Xiaodong secretly swore that he would find any excuse later, get a