Chapter 3: Liu Yan's Loneliness

When Ma Jun returned to the classroom, Liu Yan's alluring scent still lingered in his nose, and the touch of her smooth, tender skin still seemed to remain on his fingertips, setting his imagination running wild. That feeling was completely different from what Zhang Li gave him.

At first, he had regarded Zhang Li entirely as his homeroom teacher, looking at her with fear and deference. Now, though, he saw her through a man's eyes, mixed with lust and a rebellious urge to defy and conquer the authority she represented. Perhaps when he fucked Zhang Li's fleshy ass, what he was really venting was the frustration of years of dull, monotonous study.

As their homeroom teacher, Zhang Li was very strict with them, but Ma Jun understood that her harshness came from concern for the students, just as his mother Song Ping would beat him hard when he misbehaved. Because of that, all he could do was endure it in silence; he had no way to fight back.

But those repressed feelings had always been there, hidden deep inside, and it was only after Ma Jun unintentionally ended up in bed with Zhang Li that the agitated emotion found release in a twisted form. In a sense, that release was beneficial to him, because it allowed him to face his studies directly instead of being forced into them by his homeroom teacher.

To Ma Jun, Zhang Li was a symbol, one that represented the authority of the school, and even the control and management of society as a whole. So the pleasure and thrill he felt while fucking her came partly from the satisfaction of his lust, and partly from a rebellion against that control.

For most of the boys around him, however, luck had not been on their side. They still lived trembling in the shadow of the homeroom teacher's scolding. For them, the only escape was to grit their teeth until high school graduation and then get into college. As for Huang Guoxin's pursuit of Li Ting, aside from the vanity and competitiveness of youth, perhaps part of it was also an unconscious attempt to transfer the heavy pressure of his studies.

Liu Yan was different from Zhang Li. She was more like the women Ma Jun had seen in porn videos: beautiful face, full body, a sexy aura, enough to satisfy the sexual fantasies of his adolescence, embodying the best side of life. His infatuation with Liu Yan was certainly driven by her stunning looks and lust-soaked body, but there was also a touch of innocent affection mixed in, making him want to protect her and not stand for anyone speaking disrespectfully about her.

The afternoon slipped by like water, and before long it was time to leave school again. Ma Jun felt that the noon encounter with Zhang Li had been too hurried and left him unsatisfied. He thought about going to find Zhang Li again in a little while. After all, the night was long, and there was no need to worry about anyone interrupting them. He could take his time and have a good, thorough time with that sexy mature woman.

So Ma Jun kept pretending to do homework and waited for the others to leave first. But for some reason, Li Ting also stayed behind until the very end. After glancing at Ma Jun, she actually stood up and walked over, asking in surprise, "Why haven't you left yet?"

"Oh, I want to finish my homework first, while the material's still fresh in my head. That way it's more efficient," Ma Jun said, shaking the workbook in his hand, thinking of a way to quickly get Li Ting to go away.

"I didn't realize you were so hardworking. You're different from those guys," Li Ting said with a smile, her white, even teeth showing. She also had two shallow dimples on her cheeks, making her look rather cute.

Ma Jun hadn't expected Li Ting to start chatting with him. She usually kept to herself and carried herself a little haughtily, so he couldn't help looking her over.

Like most girls, Li Ting wore her hair in a ponytail, revealing her fair, smooth neck. Her face was oval-shaped, her eyes neither too big nor too small, her nose was playfully and prettily straight, and her lips were small and rosy. Overall, her features were delicate and attractive, with no obvious flaws. She was the kind of girl who could grow into a beauty.

Li Ting was about 165 centimeters tall, considered quite lanky among girls. Of course, standing next to the tall and broad-shouldered Ma Jun, she looked small and delicate. The school uniform they wore was very loose, so it did not show off her figure, but every movement she made still gave off a bright, youthful charm and the vitality of a young girl.

Maybe an ordinary boy would start fantasizing about a girl like Li Ting, but Ma Jun had no such thoughts. A girl like her might be suitable for dating, but if it came to satisfying his intense sexual urges, a mature woman like Zhang Li or Liu Yan suited his taste far better. More importantly, Li Ting was Huang Guoxin's crush, so he absolutely couldn't make a move on her.

"Nothing much. I just want to get a head start, that's all," Ma Jun replied offhandedly, his eyes occasionally drifting toward the office building across from them. He didn't know whether Zhang Li would be waiting for him in her office. Thinking of Zhang Li's lush, full body, Ma Jun was getting restless and wished he could go fight her right away.

"Have you finished your homework?" Li Ting asked, apparently not noticing his irritation. Instead, she said shyly, "How about we go together?" If it were any other boy, being invited by the class beauty would definitely make him agree in a hurry. But Ma Jun was thinking only of Zhang Li's two swollen breasts and her plump, round ass. How could he possibly care about Li Ting's immature little body? Still, he couldn't be too cold, so he said with an embarrassed expression, "Teacher Zhang asked me to stop by her office after school. Why don't you go on ahead?"

"Oh, all right then," Li Ting said, clearly disappointed. She glanced at Ma Jun once more before leaving.

Ma Jun shook his head helplessly. After Li Ting left, he hurriedly packed up his things and left the classroom, heading straight for the second floor of the office building. The building was pitch-black, with only a few offices still lit. Ma Jun looked up and saw that Zhang Li's office lights were on. A little of his tension eased, and he ran up to the second floor.

As he got close to Zhang Li's office, Ma Jun suddenly wanted to surprise her. He slowed his steps, reached the door, and pushed it open hard before saying, "Sister Li, I..." He had been about to say that he missed her, but in that instant he saw two women in the room. One was Zhang Li, and the other was Liu Yan, sitting on the sofa and staring at him in surprise. Ma Jun was startled, and the words in his throat were forced back down. His mind went blank, and he stood at the doorway at a loss, looking from Zhang Li to Liu Yan, unable to understand why the two women were together.

Zhang Li hadn't expected Ma Jun to barge in so recklessly either. After work, she had been hesitating over whether to go straight home or stay in the office and work overtime. Maybe that bastard Ma Jun would come looking for her. But then Liu Yan suddenly came to see her, bringing a pair of stockings and saying she had bought them a size too large, couldn't wear them, and couldn't return them, so she wanted Zhang Li to try them on.

Zhang Li tried them on and found they fit perfectly. She knew Liu Yan was trying to show goodwill toward her, so they chatted casually. Liu Yan also seemed to have finally found someone she could confide in, and she began complaining to Zhang Li. Zhang Li felt some sympathy for her, but there was nothing she could do to help. She couldn't exactly tell Liu Yan to find a boy like she had to satisfy her own desires.

Through their conversation, Zhang Li felt that Liu Yan was the kind of woman who seemed soft on the outside but strong on the inside. Though fashionable and dressed provocatively, she was actually very conservative at heart and had a strong guard up against men. And unlike Zhang Li, Liu Yan and her husband were only living apart; their feelings had not broken down. That meant Liu Yan couldn't, like Zhang Li, set her heart aside and accept another man.

Zhang Li had just been trying to comfort Liu Yan, telling her not to bottle things up and to participate more in school activities to distract herself, when Ma Jun suddenly burst in like that and even called her Sister Li. Fortunately, he hadn't said the rest out loud, or their shameful relationship would have been exposed on the spot.

When she saw suspicion already rising in Liu Yan's eyes, Zhang Li's heart skipped. Her expression hardened as she said, "Ma Jun, what are you doing? I told you to come get your homework, so why are you only here now?" Then she pointed to a stack of homework on the desk and said, "Take it and go. Remember to come earlier next time." Zhang Li's scolding left Ma Jun dazed. He instinctively picked up the books and turned to leave the office, but his heart was in turmoil, unsure whether Liu Yan would see through the secret relationship between him and Zhang Li. He regretted being so impatient that he hadn't even checked whether anyone else was in the office before barging in. Now it was too late for regret.

After Ma Jun left, Zhang Li collected herself and explained to Liu Yan with some annoyance, "Sigh, today's students really have no manners. I don't know if they picked it up from TV, but their attitude toward teachers is getting more and more casual. Look at that, he didn't even knock just now, and he didn't even call me 'Teacher' anymore. 'Sister' of all things. I'm old enough to be his mother. This is just ridiculous."

Seeing that Zhang Li's expression was perfectly calm, Liu Yan's doubts slowly dispersed. She smiled and said, "Teacher Zhang, students these days are different from the past. They value equality and freedom. To be honest, the way we used to manage them is a little outdated. Still, I do rather envy the relationship you have with your students. Is he your class's Chinese monitor?"

"Oh, you mean Ma Jun? Yes. Don't let his awkward entrance fool you. He usually handles things pretty steadily. He has a lot of authority in the class, and I trust him with many tasks. His Chinese grades are excellent too." Seeing Liu Yan's demeanor, Zhang Li finally relaxed. She put on the posture of a homeroom teacher and evaluated Ma Jun.

So that boy is called Ma Jun. Liu Yan thought silently. Remembering that collision with him at noon, her cheeks flushed slightly. Because she had developed early, her breasts were much fuller than those of girls her age. She had attracted boys' attention ever since school and had even drawn harassment from little thugs, so she had always been wary of the opposite sex and afraid of intimate contact with men.

Even after marrying her husband, Liu Yan didn't seem very interested in sex. Every time, she passively cooperated with him, never daring to show what she wanted, afraid her husband would think she was slutty. She had always suppressed her own desires.

And Liu Yan's husband was also a man with no sense of romance. He never knew the first thing about being gentle. Every time, he would rough out his own pleasure, then flop over and fall asleep with a snore, leaving Liu Yan alone to endure it. Over time, Liu Yan no longer felt that married life held any pleasure at all. She was simply fulfilling her duty as a wife.

Instead, it was only when she put on sexy clothes and walked down the street, feeling the heated gazes of men on her, that she experienced a thrill unlike anything before. Every time a man's eyes lingered on her proudly upright breasts, she would feel a shameful sensation, as though she were being touched by him. That feeling excited her immensely, even more satisfying than sleeping with her husband.

Because of that, Liu Yan increasingly liked wearing sexy, seductive clothes when she went out or went to work, fully displaying her long, rounded legs and a pair of full, lifted breasts for everyone to see. Even if such outfits brought her more harassment, she would only try to avoid places where harassment was likely. She rejected intimate contact with men, yet was willing to enjoy the feeling of being watched.

Every time Liu Yan walked through campus in a revealing dress, feeling the scorching gazes of countless teachers and students, she had the sensation of being naked and toyed with. By the time she returned to the office, she would always find her panties soaked through, and her tender cunt engorged from excitement, waiting for a man's thick cock to enter her. All Liu Yan could do was run to the restroom and use her fingers to release the long-suppressed desire.

But Liu Yan also deeply disliked bodily contact with men. In the office, male teachers often pretended to accidentally brush against her bare arms in an attempt to probe her reaction. Every time that happened, gooseflesh would rise on her skin, and she would force them back with a stern look and a sharp tone.

Over time, Liu Yan's somewhat contradictory behavior left many male teachers confused. In their eyes, appearing in the office wearing such revealing clothes was a silent temptation and invitation. Yet every time, Liu Yan doused that hope with cold water. They thought she was pretending to be proper, while many of the female colleagues also looked down on her, thinking her outfits were too flirtatious and flashy, tarnishing the image of a female teacher.

Little by little, rumors about Liu Yan spread through the school. Some said she dressed so provocatively every day just to catch the attention of the school leadership. Others went even further, claiming she had gotten into the school by sleeping with the principal, and that the principal even used her to please officials from the education bureau.

Liu Yan knew these rumors were spread by the male teachers who weren't getting anywhere with her, and maybe even by some female teachers who resented her stealing their spotlight. But she had no way to tell who was behind them, so she could only endure it in silence. Her only form of resistance was to dress more and more sexy and fashionable. Every time she saw those male teachers greedily staring at her but too afraid to do anything, a wave of satisfaction rose in her heart. The best way to punish those petty men was to let them look but not touch.

That was what made the male teachers suffer. Every day they watched this sexy married woman sway around in front of them, and the thing in their crotches would harden and soften, soften and harden again, forcing them to keep running to the restroom. The married ones were better off; at night they could go home and vent with their wives in their arms. The single teachers, though, could only think about Liu Yan's enticing breasts in the dormitory and jerk off by hand.

But today's physical contact with Ma Jun made Liu Yan feel somewhat strange. Although she had instinctively pushed him away, she hadn't felt much resistance, let alone disgust. Part of it was probably because the two of them had only accidentally collided, not because he had deliberately tried to take advantage of her. Another reason was that Liu Yan still thought of Ma Jun as just a student. She had not yet regarded him as an adult man.

Still, as a first-year high school student, Ma Jun had developed earlier than ordinary boys. Though the contact had been brief, Liu Yan had very clearly felt the size of that penis of his. It was shockingly large, hard as a red-hot iron rod, pressed against her ass, and the burning heat almost seemed to penetrate her clothes and seep into the already somewhat aroused pussy beneath.

Yet Liu Yan had no thought of going further with Ma Jun. Even if she desperately wanted that sort of thick flesh rod thrust into her cunt, she was a married woman and, more than that, a people's teacher. Those two identities bound her desire, making it hard for her to do something as crazy as Zhang Li had done with her student.

Still, Liu Yan felt some sympathy for Ma Jun. Boys in adolescence are naturally curious about the opposite sex, especially during the stage when their sexuality is first awakening, and even more so for a boy whose body had developed too fast. Liu Yan couldn't help remembering the confusion her own overly full chest had caused her in high school. Maybe Ma Jun was facing the same kind of confusion: sexual urges he couldn't suppress, along with ridicule from his peers, enough to destroy a boy whose mind was still immature.

The county schools didn't have dedicated counselors. Perhaps in everyone's eyes, the restlessness of adolescents was nothing worth making a fuss about. A few extra assignments would be enough to exhaust these students.

Liu Yan felt an impulse to talk heart-to-heart with Ma Jun and help him face his own rapid physical development correctly, but she was also afraid such an action would be misunderstood. After all, she wasn't his homeroom teacher, nor was she his family. From any angle, she had no obligation to help him learn about physiology.

"Teacher Zhang, is being a homeroom teacher very tiring? How do you usually communicate with students?" Liu Yan changed the subject and said a little helplessly, "Students really are getting harder and harder to manage. If you speak too softly, no one listens. If you speak too harshly, they rebel."

"It's not that complicated, really. In studies, you have to be strict and never let them think they can get away with things. In life, you can care for them a bit more and make the students trust you instead of resisting you," Zhang Li said with a smile. It was the result of years of teaching experience. But thinking of Ma Jun, the tips of her ears started to burn. She had definitely cared a little too much about Ma Jun's life. She had cared all the way into bed with him.

Remembering the thrilling secret affair with Ma Jun at noon, Zhang Li also felt her body heating up. She shifted restlessly, feeling the cunt wrapped in her panties start to secrete fluid. Counting last night and this noon together, the number of times she had fucked Ma Jun had already surpassed the total number of times she had done it with her husband over the past year, and her body had grown increasingly sensitive.

If Liu Yan hadn't come looking for her, by this time she would probably have already been leaking juices all over the place from Ma Jun's fucking. Zhang Li couldn't help shooting Liu Yan a resentful look. This woman had no man to satisfy her and yet had come to interrupt her good business. But the most miserable one of all was Ma Jun. Noon had been short, and the two of them had only done it once. He definitely hadn't been satisfied. He must have wanted to have a good, hard fuck with her again tonight, only for Liu Yan to ruin it. He must be terribly disappointed right now.

Ma Jun was of course very disappointed, and also a little frightened. After sleeping with Zhang Li, he had been immersed in the pleasures of lust and hadn't had time to think about anything else. But that brush with Liu Yan had made him realize he was doing something extremely absurd. If his illicit relationship with Zhang Li were exposed, the consequences were obvious.

In a county town, once a scandal broke, everyone would know by the next day. There would be no way to hide it. How would the school handle it then? Would he be forced to drop out or expelled? He didn't dare imagine his mother's reaction if she found out.

And Zhang Li's fate would only be worse than his. She would definitely no longer be able to remain a teacher, and how could her husband tolerate such a filthy humiliation? He would surely throw her out of the house, and then Zhang Li would become a woman despised by everyone.

The more Ma Jun thought about it, the more frightened he became. This wasn't like the porn he and Huang Guoxin had watched, where the lovers were never discovered. And the place he lived wasn't some big city with open morals. A student fooling around with a teacher would never be forgiven by society.

Thinking of that, Ma Jun broke out in a cold sweat. He hurried back to the classroom, dropped off his homework, then looked back at the light still shining from Zhang Li's office on the second floor. Uneasy, he had no idea how Zhang Li would manage to cover things up, and only hoped Liu Yan wouldn't discover their secret.

Only after Ma Jun walked out of the school gate did he gradually calm down. He felt the situation wasn't as bad as he had imagined. First, he had only addressed Zhang Li as Sister Li. Though that was not exactly proper, it didn't prove anything was going on between them. Second, as the Chinese class monitor, it was perfectly normal for him to go see Zhang Li. As long as they weren't caught in bed together, Liu Yan would at most be suspicious, without any evidence.

Besides, Ma Jun felt that Liu Yan wasn't the sort of teacher who liked to meddle. He often saw her walking alone around the school, solitary and a little out of place. Someone like that, even if she discovered the dirty affair between him and Zhang Li, would at most look down on them in her heart, not go tell the school.

Still, if that happened, Liu Yan's impression of him would definitely drop sharply. She might even see him as the kind of trash student who didn't study properly. He would no longer have any chance of getting close to her, let alone foolishly hoping to get her body.

Thinking that he would never again have the chance to touch Liu Yan's snow-white, full breasts, Ma Jun couldn't help feeling a wave of melancholy. From now on, he would only be able to roll in the sheets with Liu Yan in his dreams.

And as for whether he should keep seeing Zhang Li, Ma Jun was not sure either. He worried that if this went on too long, things would be exposed, but if he really stopped looking for Zhang Li, he felt reluctant to let go. After all, Zhang Li was his first woman, and she had given him unparalleled physical pleasure. These days, when he fell asleep at night, the woman in his dreams was no longer just Liu Yan, but Zhang Li as well.

Forget it. He would cross that bridge when he came to it.

Ma Jun shook his head and hurried forward. When he reached an intersection, he suddenly heard a burst of laughter from not far away. Turning his head, he saw several fifteen- or sixteen-year-old punks blocking a girl and hurling filthy abuse at her, occasionally reaching out to pinch her fair cheeks. The girl was so frightened her face had gone pale. She tried to run, but they stopped her, and tears were already streaming down her face.

Wasn't that Li Ting? Why hadn't she gone home yet?

Ma Jun hurried over and shouted, "What are you doing? Let her go."

The punks were startled. Seeing Ma Jun's broad, imposing build, and knowing they were outmatched, they were already feeling guilty too, so they slunk off in disgrace.

Only after watching them run off did Ma Jun turn back and ask with concern, "Li Ting, are you okay?"

Li Ting's eyes were full of tears and her face was white as paper. She had clearly been terrified. She instinctively shook her head and said, "Ma Jun, thank you."

"As long as you're okay." Ma Jun gave her a quick look. Seeing that her school uniform was still intact, he figured those punks probably hadn't had the guts to do anything serious. At most, they'd just run their mouths. "Come on, I'll walk you home."

Li Ting nodded and took a couple of steps after him, then suddenly cried out and stopped. It turned out that when she had struggled with them just now, she had accidentally twisted her ankle and couldn't walk now.

"What do we do now? I don't have a bicycle, or I could carry you home," Ma Jun said, a little troubled. He looked around but saw no one passing by. After thinking it over, he said hesitantly, "How about I carry you?"

He wasn't trying to take advantage of Li Ting. He just wanted to get her home quickly. Who knew if those punks would be unwilling to give up and come looking for trouble again? Ma Jun wasn't afraid of trouble, but he didn't want to bring trouble on himself for no reason.

A flush immediately rose in Li Ting's fair cheeks. She looked at Ma Jun somewhat bashfully, then nodded with shy delight.

Ma Jun crouched down and let Li Ting lie across his back. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders while he held her legs with both hands and strode forward.

Although Li Ting was tall, she was slender, so carrying her wasn't much of a burden. Ma Jun thought that if Zhang Li ever asked him to carry her one day, he might not be able to manage it. Her plump ass and full breasts alone would mean several extra jin of flesh compared to other women, though no man would ever refuse such a good thing. After all, under these circumstances, it would be far too easy to get a bit of an advantage.

Ma Jun was exactly like that now. Although he hadn't intended to take advantage of Li Ting, and his hands were only holding her legs through the school uniform, the fabric was rather slippery and there was nothing else underneath, so his hands gradually slid upward on their own and came to support Li Ting's bottom.

Li Ting's buttocks weren't as plump and full as Zhang Li's, but they were very soft and had their own appeal. Worried that Li Ting might misunderstand, Ma Jun coughed and said, "Hold on tighter, or you'll keep sliding down."

Li Ting gave a soft mm and her face turned pink. Inside, though, she was a little nervous. This was the first time she had ever had such close contact with a boy. Lying on Ma Jun's back, she didn't dare lean all the way against him, because that would make her chest press against him. She could only lift herself as much as possible and grip the collar of his shirt to keep her balance.

But that meant all of her weight was falling entirely into Ma Jun's hands, and it was inevitable that she would keep slipping downward. Every time Ma Jun's hands touched Li Ting's buttocks, her breathing nearly stopped. For a girl, apart from the breasts, the buttocks could be said to be another highly sensitive place. If a girl was willing to let a boy touch her buttocks, it was almost the same as letting him touch her breasts.

Li Ting only felt Ma Jun's two hands as if they were two braziers scorching her backside. A rush of heat surged from between her legs through her whole body, and her limbs gradually went weak. Good heavens, how had she become like this? She unconsciously wriggled slightly, but all that did was let her buttocks sink even further into his control. To an outsider, it almost looked as if Li Ting were taking the initiative to press her rear into Ma Jun's hands.

Hearing Ma Jun's words, Li Ting's face burned. She did not want him to think she was an easy girl, so she quickly grabbed his collar with both hands. But a girl's strength was limited, and in her current position she couldn't use much force. Although Ma Jun kept pushing upward, Li Ting still slid downward again and again, and her buttocks kept making intimate contact with his large hands.

Feeling an odd response deep between her thighs, Li Ting clenched her teeth and simply reached up to wrap her arms around Ma Jun's neck, pressing the entire upper half of her body tightly against his broad back. Her pair of lovely breasts also made their first intimate contact with his body. That was the only choice she had. Compared with letting her buttocks fall into his hands, this was easier for her to accept.

Even so, Li Ting could still feel a current of heat being transmitted from Ma Jun's back through the thin fabric to the most sensitive tips of her chest. It was a very strange sensation, unsettling yet carrying a kind of stimulation she had never experienced before, making her want to linger on it. And as Ma Jun moved, her breasts pressed against his back now lightly, now more firmly, as if an invisible pair of hands were slowly kneading and teasing her sensitive nerves.

In her sixteen years of life, she had never experienced anything so wonderful or so novel. Li Ting's youthful body, which had never before been touched by anyone, had now left a man's traces, and in doing so had inadvertently opened the tightly shut door of her heart, making him the first guest in that mysterious palace.

Ma Jun, however, wasn't thinking nearly as much as she was. He only felt that the girl on his back was getting heavier and heavier, her breathing more and more rapid, her body wriggling constantly. He assumed she might need the bathroom, so he quickened his pace and in no time delivered Li Ting to her front gate.

Li Ting lived in the government compound, where all the homes were three-story buildings, surrounded everywhere by lush, verdant trees. The environment was elegant. Ma Jun looked at it enviously. He knew Li Ting's grandfather had been a county official before retirement, which was why the family had been allotted a place here. As for Huang Guoxin wanting to pursue Li Ting, Ma Jun didn't know whether that had something to do with his father's influence.

The moment Li Ting got down from Ma Jun's back, a trace of reluctance surfaced in her. She looked at him and said hesitantly, "Thank you, Ma Jun. Why don't you come in and sit for a while before you go?"

Ma Jun wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled. "No need. It's getting late. Let's talk another day."

With that, he turned and walked away. He didn't want to have any deeper contact with Li Ting, because then he wouldn't be able to explain things to Huang Guoxin.

Watching Ma Jun's retreating figure, Li Ting's face showed a hint of resentment. She had never once invited a boy from her class home as a guest on her own initiative, yet Ma Jun had refused without the slightest hesitation. Did he really have no feelings for her at all?

Li Ting carried these thoughts as she walked to another small building nearby. She took out her key, opened the door, changed her shoes, and went into the living room. From upstairs came a mature, elegant middle-aged beauty, smiling gently as she said, "Tingting, you're back."

This middle-aged beauty was in her early forties, wearing a purple silk nightgown that accentuated her full, curvy figure. Her body was lush and sexy to the extreme. One fair, tender calf showed beneath the hem of her nightgown, smooth beyond compare. Her pair of breasts swelled high in front, trembling faintly, and she wasn't wearing a bra, so the two dark red tips could be seen dimly, like two cherries, irresistibly alluring.

Li Ting looked up, broke into a sweet smile, and said coquettishly, "Mom, I'm back." Then she walked over and nestled affectionately into the other woman's arms.

This beauty was Li Ting's mother, Shu Meiyu, the deputy head of the county song-and-dance troupe. She was as beautiful as a painting, and looked almost seven or eight parts similar to Li Ting. Shu Meiyu raised a hand to pat Li Ting's head and smiled. "Who was that boy who brought you home just now? Why didn't you ask him in to sit? That wasn't very polite, you know."

"I told him, but he didn't want to come in." Li Ting immediately sounded a little annoyed.

A trace of surprise appeared on Shu Meiyu's lovely face. Her daughter had been spoiled from childhood, proud and aloof, and had never shown any boy much favor in class. She hadn't expected her to be refused by a boy. Curiosity stirred in her heart. What kind of boy was he, to be able to look down even on her daughter?