I'm writing three books, so please don't be surprised if the main characters' names appear as Lu Yun, Chu Yu, or Chu Fan; it's probably just random additions.
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As soon as the food was served, its aroma filled Chu Fan's face.
A steaming bowl of chicken noodle soup was placed in front of him. The noodles were chewy, and several pieces of glistening chicken floated in the soup, along with chopped cilantro and ginger. Just looking at it made his mouth water.
"It was made by Aunt Qin."
Shen Rulan handed over the bowl while speaking gently.
Chu Fan nodded, and made a mental note of this person.
This Aunt Qin is an old maid hired by the family. She is in her early fifties, not very tall, with a thick waist and broad shoulders, and her skin is dark and shiny. She walks with heavy steps.
But she was quick and efficient; as soon as she entered the kitchen, the pots and pans seemed to be talking to her.
The aroma of the food filled the whole house as soon as it was cooked.
Simple and rough, but they are truly "family".
Chu Fan picked up a mouthful of noodles and put it in his mouth. The soup touched his lips, and he shivered from the heat, but it was a long-lost feeling of comfort.
He suddenly remembered the bland bowl of noodles he had eaten for dinner and felt utterly disgusted. That couldn't be called a meal; it was just something to make do.
Real food is fragrant, satisfying your taste buds, and makes you feel content after eating it.
However, the atmosphere at the dinner table was not lively.
His father-in-law, Song Chenglan, remained expressionless and refused to look at him.
His wife, Song Zhiyao, was the same.
Song Zhiyu, on the other hand, seemed completely oblivious to the tense atmosphere.
She was nestled in the chair, eating noodles in a very casual manner, with her legs crossed at an angle, as if she were completely encased in it.
Her black T-shirt was wrinkled from sitting on it, and the hem was sticking up, revealing a section of fair skin at the base of her thigh.
Halfway through her meal, she lowered her head to slurp her noodles, causing her T-shirt to sag, revealing the curves of her soft breasts through the fabric, making them look incredibly voluptuous.
The fabric clung to her breasts, swaying gently with her swallowing. The outlines of her nipples at the tips of her breasts were clearly visible, and you could even see a slight bulge.
Chu Fan subtly shifted his gaze, his throat tightening slightly, his breath catching in his throat, and the noodles he had just picked up with his chopsticks almost slipped from his hand.
He hurriedly swallowed a mouthful of soup, his throat tightened, and he almost choked.
Before he could even cough, a slender, fair hand had already handed him a water glass.
Shen Rulan stood beside him, her silk dress clinging tightly to her body, outlining her curvaceous figure, especially her full breasts, which stood out even more as she leaned forward slightly.
The fabric clung smoothly to her breasts, their full and soft contours swaying slightly with her movements, as if about to peek out from under the thin fabric.
Eat slowly.
She said softly, her voice gentle, "Don't choke."
"Thank you, Mom!"
Chu Fan took the water, and the instant his fingertips touched her fingers, it felt as if an electric current was flowing from her soft, delicate fingertips.
My fingers are so soft and smooth!
Chu Fan was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously glanced at her.
Shen Rulan maintained her gentle smile, unaware of Chu Yu's unusual behavior.
After having a late-night snack, Song Zhiyu, the sister-in-law, wiped her mouth and quickly returned to her room.
His wife, Song Zhiyao, took the suitcase she had brought and went to the study on the second floor.
My father-in-law used to watch the news in the evening, but after glancing at Chu Fan, he went back to his bedroom early.
So, only Chu Fan and Shen Rulan remained in the large living room.
The light and shadow from the television danced gently on the wall, while the sofa remained quiet.
Shen Rulan leaned against the corner of the sofa, one leg crossed over her knee, revealing her fair ankle and rounded back of the knee, exuding an unintentional and languid charm.
She turned her head to look at Chu Fan, smiled slightly, and said softly, "Xiao Fan, Zhi Yao has a cold personality and is in the criminal investigation team, so don't take some things to heart."
Chu Fan paused, shook his head and smiled: "I'm used to it. I've known this for a long time."
Shen Rulan looked at him, a smile still on her lips, and said softly, "Xiao Fan... if you're tired, go to bed early. Although you are... well, this is your home, you don't need to be so reserved!"
Although his mother-in-law didn't say the word, Chu Fan knew what she meant, smiled, and said, "Mom, I'm not tired."
"Um!"
Shen Rulan smiled, lowered her head and took a sip of water, her warm lips touching the rim of the cup briefly before pulling away, her movements elegant.
She gently placed the water glass back on the coffee table, tilted her head slightly, smiled with her eyes lowered, and a few strands of hair fell down her forehead, clinging to her fair cheeks, making her look even softer and carrying a touch of mature woman's charm.
After a while,
Shen Rulan said softly, "Xiao Fan, it's getting late... Mom is going to sleep now."
"Okay, Mom, you've worked hard too, get some rest."
Chu Fan turned to look at her and nodded.
"Okay, you should wash up and go to bed early too." She nodded with a smile.
After speaking, she stood up, her silk dress swaying gently with her movements. The smooth fabric clung to her skin, outlining her mature and voluptuous figure, with full and perky breasts, a slender waist, and round and high hips.
Especially when she walked, the curves of her waist and hips swayed and undulated, her slender waist so delicate that it could be grasped in one hand, and the hem of her dress slid lightly against her rounded buttocks, making Chu Fan's throat tighten and his lower body jump.
She gently tucked her long hair, which had fallen over her shoulders, behind her ear, revealing a section of her delicate collarbone. Before turning around, she glanced tenderly at Chu Fan and said softly, "Have a good talk with Zhiyao tonight. You've been married for three years. You should talk to her about what needs to be said. She'll listen."
"I understand, Mom!"
Shen Rulan nodded: "Mm!"
Then I slowly walked upstairs.
Soon the bathroom light at the end of the corridor came on, and a soft, intermittent sound of water could be heard, like a gentle spring rain pattering against the window, dense and alluring.
Chu Fan, who was sitting in the downstairs living room, vaguely heard a sound and his gaze unconsciously turned towards the direction of the bathroom on the second floor.
For some reason, that image just popped into my mind—
The bathroom light shone on the wet, slippery tiles. My mother-in-law stood under the shower, having removed her clothes. Her plump, fair body was revealed inch by inch under the light.
Hot water flowed slowly down her shoulders, down her collarbone, and across her chest. Her high, full breasts trembled slightly as the water washed over them, and her nipples appeared red and erect under the light, with droplets of water clinging to their tips, looking incredibly tempting.
She bent down and picked up the shower gel, rubbing her hands against her chest, causing her breasts to sway gently.
The water continued to flow down, bypassing her slender waistline, sliding down her lower abdomen to the base of her thighs, a thin line of water between her soft labia, meandering down her legs and disappearing between her knees.
She slightly raised one foot and placed it on the stool, leaning forward as she washed her legs. This movement caused her full, round buttocks to clench tightly, her curves as full as a ripe peach, her skin gleaming with a faint sheen.
Chu Fan sat downstairs, knowing full well that he couldn't see anything upstairs, but the continuous sound of water coming from the bathroom pounded in his heart.
His throat was dry, and he couldn't help but close his eyes. His Adam's apple bobbed as he tried to hold his breath. His crotch had already quietly swelled up, hard and hot, pressing against the fabric, and even the veins on his skin were bulging.
The image grew clearer and clearer, involuntarily appearing in my mind—
She knelt on the bath stool, her full buttocks taut and her cleft slightly parted, water trickling down her labia, dripping onto the white porcelain...
He instinctively squeezed his legs together, his whole body tense, afraid to move, lest the people upstairs hear the noise and come down to see his embarrassing state.
But the more you try to suppress your uncle, the less you can control him.
That was his wife's mother, a kind elder to him, yet here he was, fantasizing over and over again about her body, her movements, and the way she looked while taking a bath.
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Please forgive me for only writing one chapter today; I simply don't have the time.