"Ah? This, this, this..."
Qin Chuan's face visibly tensed up. For some reason, he really wanted to find a hole to hide in right now.
"If I say it was stirred up by you, would you believe me?" Qin Chuan's old face turned red as he gave a reason even he didn't believe.
"Hmph!"
Ye Wenxi raised her chin, revealing a swan-like neck, her small mouth pouting at the ceiling: "When you were hard, I was still hiding in the wardrobe. There's no way it was that fast; you must have been stirred up by Mom."
"I'm not, I wasn't, don't talk nonsense."
Qin Chuan quickly denied it. How could he possibly admit to such an embarrassing thing?
"Bad brother."
Ye Wenxi feigned anger and spat at Qin Chuan.
But then she hugged Qin Chuan tightly, whispering softly in his ear: "I'm not blaming you, Brother Chuan, why are you so nervous? Are you really craving Mom's body?"
"Hiss!!!"
Upon hearing this, Qin Chuan felt his scalp tingle and hurriedly said against his conscience: "No... no, I'm not."
"If not, then why so nervous? Why is it hard?"
Ye Wenxi, like a mischievous little elf, reached a delicate hand under the quilt, gently grasping Qin Chuan: "It seems even harder than before; are you really not craving Mom's body?"
At this moment, Qin Chuan was completely speechless.
After all, Ye Wenxi had him firmly in her hands.
"Brother Chuan, if I say I don't mind, what would you think?"
Ye Wenxi tentatively asked: "Would you think I'm a very wanton woman?"
"You... you don't mind..."
Qin Chuan felt shocked as if he had heard something horrifying.
What did Ye Wenxi mean?
Why did it sound like encouragement?
Could she be wanting him to be with Aunt Mei...
Thinking of this, Qin Chuan was suddenly startled, quickly pushing Ye Wenxi away.
"Xixi, don't joke about this again!" Qin Chuan said sternly.
Ye Wenxi frowned, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.
It shouldn't be like this.
Brother Chuan had already reacted to Mom, so why does he look so resistant now?
Is it because he doesn't like Mom, or is it the moral constraint?
Ye Wenxi pondered, leaning more toward the latter.
However, she knew that this couldn't be rushed.
Brother Chuan need his thoughts worked on, so does Mom.
Luckily, she had asked Aunt Luo to help.
With both working together, things would be much easier.
"Just seems like Aunt Luo also has feelings towards Brother Chuan. Mom was right, Aunt Luo really is a flirt."
Ye Wenxi secretly critiqued Luo Yi, then forced a well-behaved smile, approaching Qin Chuan with bright eyes.
"Okay, okay, Brother Chuan, don't be mad at me, alright? I promise I won't joke like this again."
Ye Wenxi hugged Qin Chuan from behind, resting her head against his back: "At most, I'll listen to you in the future."
Qin Chuan felt frustrated, clearly affected by the earlier topic.
The stepmother was one of the few good people to him in the world.
He respected her, treated her like family.
Reacting to the stepmother was a desecration, a disgraceful act.
Qin Chuan was already tormented, yet Ye Wenxi joked like this.
To him, it felt like a slap on the face.
Not funny at all.
In fact, it's quite humiliating.
Qin Chuan internally condemned his behavior.
"Don't be mad, okay? I know I was wrong."
Ye Wenxi pouted, moving in front of Qin Chuan, tearfully looking at him.
Qin Chuan shook his head expressionlessly, saying disinterestedly: "I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at myself."
Seeing the self-reproach in his eyes, Ye Wenxi felt more confident in her judgments.
Brother Chuan was grappling with moral issues.
However, now wasn't the time for further persuasion.
She couldn't bear seeing Brother Chuan unhappy.
"Don't be mad at yourself either, okay..."
Saying this, Ye Wenxi wriggled her hips, retreating slightly and half-laying before Qin Chuan.
After adjusting her posture, she reached out, grasping the softening Qin Chuan.
Her moist lips parted.
In the next moment, Qin Chuan was enveloped by warmth.
Ye Wenxi's fragrant tongue was agile, her skills increasingly refined.
Like a snake entwined around Qin Chuan.
Feeling Ye Wenxi's moist lips, Qin Chuan's thoughts gradually shifted to her.
He gently caressed her face.
Feeling Qin Chuan's touch, she silently released him.
Her moist lips still glittered with drops, eyes subtly wavering.
"Still angry?" Ye Wenxi licked her lips, speaking alluringly.
Qin Chuan shook his head: "I'm not angry, it's angry."
"Ah!"
Before Ye Wenxi could react, Qin Chuan wrapped his arm around her slender waist.
On the bed, on the floor, lay their clothes.
Ye Wenxi bit her lip, one hand clutching the pillow, the other hooked around Qin Chuan's arm.
"Bro... Brother Chuan... Use... Mmm~~~ deep... Mm mm mm~~~"
A series of enchanting sounds echoed like heavenly music within the room and drifted into the living room.
The entire home was enveloped in a romantic atmosphere.
Resting in another room, the stepmother Ye Qingmei heard the commotion, suddenly flushing with crimson.
"Xixi, that little girl..."
The stepmother bit her lip hard, blushing and spitting.
Yet in her tone, there was a subtle hint of envy.
She wasn't a saint, couldn't escape the seven passions and six desires.
Moreover, at her age, desire was at its peak.
But for over a decade, no man had appeared by her side.
She occasionally tried Two-Finger Zen to solve it herself.
But it truly wasn't satisfying.
Adding on the noises from her daughter and stepson.
The stepmother felt the fire within her reignite.
But she could only choose to restrain it.
Now wasn't the time.
Wait a bit longer.
The stepmother constantly reminded herself, yet her hand uncontrollably reached between her legs, softly murmuring Qin Chuan's name: "Xiao Chuan~ Xiao Chuan~~~"
"Brother~~~"
"Xiao Chuan~~~"
"Brother~~~"
Mother and daughter, in different rooms, calling out to the same person.
At this moment, Qin Chuan was holding Ye Wenxi's waist.
And Ye Wenxi was kneeling backward against him on the bed, hands resting against the headboard for support, butt lifted high.
Her head shook continuously, voice trembling intensely, calling out: "Brother, brother~~~"