After Qin Wuyue finished speaking, even she could feel her heart beating faster, her cheeks slightly flushed.
This wasn’t an act—she could meet others with her fists, but when it came to this child, she really couldn’t lay a hand on him.
Lin Yu kept his face stiff, and he really had no choice—he was truly bewildered and had no idea how to react for a moment.
What’s going on? Where did this suddenly come from?
If you do this, what about Xia Yanran?
Oh, no, I don’t have anything to do with her, but still—this isn’t right!
I’m telling you, you two really are mother and daughter, aren’t you?
Why do you both love forcing people to make such difficult choices?
Touch her? In theory, boys his age simply couldn’t resist Qin Wuyue’s charm.
But if he didn’t… Something was wrong with this woman. It felt like she was trying to set him up, though he couldn’t say exactly how for the moment.
“A-Aunt Qin, what are you saying? We… No, this is absolutely not okay.”
This time Lin Yu didn’t put on any act at all. He went with his heart—he really didn’t dare touch her.
Seeing how resolute he was, the smile on Qin Wuyue’s face stiffened for a second, and the carefully crafted charm nearly slipped away.
Rejected. He actually rejected her?!
Why?
How could he?
How could he reject me? I was so forward with him, did he not feel even a hint of excitement?
Qin Wuyue, always confident in her own allure, never expected Lin Yu to refuse her so decisively.
In her plan, dealing with this kind of young virgin—if she just smiled at him and threw him a bit of sweetness, wouldn’t he be putty in her hands?
By then, whatever secrets he hid in his heart, she would squeeze them all out of him.
But now… he had actually refused!
A wave of dissatisfaction rose in Qin Wuyue’s heart—she couldn’t tell if it was anger or unwillingness to lose, but it overwhelmed even the embarrassment of being rejected.
Far from backing down, she took another step forward.
“Oh? Why not?” She leaned in even closer, nearly pressing against Lin Yu’s arm, a strong, alluring fragrance drifting from her, “Is Auntie… not pretty enough? Or do you think Auntie is just joking with you?”
She stretched out her hand, fingertips not directly touching Lin Yu, but instead lightly tracing the edge of her nightgown’s collar. The delicate silk slipped down with her motion, revealing more of her heartbeat-quickening white skin and deep, shadowy curves.
“Auntie is very serious, Xiao Yu.” Her voice was like a feather brushing against his eardrums. “It’s just a little touch, I won’t tell your sister… Don’t you want to know what it feels like? Don’t you want to know how it’s different from Yanran?”
At this point, she even brought up her own daughter, trying to break through Lin Yu’s defenses with such a forbidden comparison.
She knew it was terrible, but that strange desire to win had completely overtaken her.
Lin Yu could feel cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.
He could smell the scent coming from Qin Wuyue, feel the heat radiating from her body, and the combined assault on his senses was simply overwhelming.
This was bad… This woman was dead set on causing trouble!
He knew Qin Wuyue—though he didn’t understand her motive right now, it was obvious she had her eyes on him.
If that was the case, don’t blame me—it’s you who started this.
Even though Qin Wuyue was inhumanly strong, she did have a weakness.
By accident, Lin Yu had discovered that the skin on the back of her neck was extremely sensitive; just a light touch there would leave her powerless.
Of course, normally, getting close enough to touch it was nearly impossible.
Lin Yu looked as if he’d made a terribly hard decision, meeting Qin Wuyue’s predatory gaze with an anxious and hesitant one of his own.
“Aunt Qin, you… really won’t tell my sister?”
Qin Wuyue curved her lips—so he’s afraid his sister will find out.
Well, that made sense. From how Lin Mowei had acted earlier, she must manage this boy very strictly, keeping a tight hold on him.
She thought she’d found the truth, but the truth was just a bit off.
“Of course, Auntie absolutely~ won’t tell your sister.”
After she said that, she saw the boy’s eyes almost seem to shoot out flames.
Yes, that’s right, that’s how it should be. Just listen to me and spill all your secrets.
Lin Yu’s understanding of Qin Wuyue was right about one thing—her personality really was bizarre.
If he’d known this situation was all because of his earlier rejection, he definitely would’ve touched her without hesitation.
Lin Yu slowly reached out and gently placed his hand on Qin Wuyue’s fair, soft thigh, all the while watching for her reaction.
Honestly, he didn’t really feel much about it—he’d done even bolder things before.
But the way he deliberately acted now, in Qin Wuyue’s eyes, was just a nervous young man’s first time touching a woman, peeking at her and terrified of seeing her unhappy.
“Does it feel good?”
“It… it feels good…”
“How does it feel?”
“V-Very good…”
The two of them had completely switched roles—Lin Yu looked panicked on the outside, but inside he was steady as could be.
Qin Wuyue seemed calm and in control, but her heart was pounding right up into her throat.
“A-Aunt Qin, can I hug you?” Lin Yu looked uncertainly at Qin Wuyue, as if afraid she’d refuse.
“Hmm?” Qin Wuyue hadn’t expected the boy to want more than just touching her leg, but then again, that was just how young people were—always pushing for more.
Of course, it also meant the kid was already totally infatuated with her, and a sense of victory blossomed in her heart.
Well, let this be a reward for you.
“Of course, come here.” Qin Wuyue opened her arms wide, a coy smile on her face.
Lin Yu swallowed hard—not out of excitement, but because he was thinking of how to naturally lay this woman down without arousing her suspicion.
The familiar yet foreign softness pressed in, and Lin Yu felt a faint wave of nostalgia.
For Qin Wuyue, this was her first time being this close to a man—or maybe it couldn’t even be called close anymore, since they were in each other’s arms. And the boy was about the same age as her own daughter.
She absentmindedly stroked his soft hair, and a strange feeling spread from deep within her.
This kid is kind of cute… I want to mess with him… Is that how Yanran feels about him, too?
As soon as the thought arose, she quickly cut it off—what am I thinking… no, I can’t think that way…
Lin Yu had no idea that a rather dangerous thought had just flashed through Qin Wuyue’s mind. His hand moved slowly up Qin Wuyue’s back, inching steadily higher.
Qin Wuyue noticed his movements, but assumed he was just groping around.
But in the next instant, a strange sensation shot from the back of her neck through her whole body, and all her strength vanished in an instant.
“X-Xiao Yu, you…” With the last of her energy, she pushed him away, glaring at him with angry eyes.
But Lin Yu seemed even more flustered than she was. “Aunt Qin? Aunt Qin, what’s wrong? You—hey?”
Having lost her strength, Qin Wuyue collapsed right onto Lin Yu.
Hearing the boy’s anxious shouts in her ear, Qin Wuyue couldn’t help but wonder, was this just a coincidence? If not, how did he know?
Out of Qin Wuyue’s sight, Lin Yu let out a huge sigh of relief. While still acting nervous, he began shifting his body, trying to get out from under her.
But just then, the sound of the door opening echoed through the room…