Wang Shou pats his hand, amused by his actions, whilst he nuzzles.
"Aiyah, our family's little puppy has grown up to be so big." Wang Shou hums, giving his back a little pat. Before pulling away, examining his face Despite his tall stature, he still had that baby face she was accustomed to.
Bright, peach blossom eyes that shine like stars in the night sky. He had a pretty face, that once a person looked at it, couldn't help but have a complex heart. His skin had a light golden tan, making him look a bit manly—although she'd have to force a skin care routine on him at one point, his skin was blemish-free and made the older woman a bit envious.
So, this was the face of a son of fate.
And this one was an auntie lover.
What a waste, ah.
Taking her eyes off of him, she claps her hands together, giving him a soft smile.
"Xiao Yang, do you want to order take out or do you want something to be cooked?" His eyes brightened, quickly responding, "I want Jie's cooking!"
After having dinner, it had already been late enough for the two adults to head off to bed. Although her apartment was small, Wang Shou still made sure she had an extra room for Xiao Yang to sleep in--this had been a thing since the boy was in high-school. If the chance arose, whether he was having a rare argument with his parents, or that he had problems with his classmates--he'd go right over to Jie-Jie's apartment.
Chuckling to herself, she wondered who created this sticky sweet son of fate.
Recalling the fact she'd have to sleep with this ball of sunshine, made her want to curse her Boss even more.
They parted ways so go to bed early since Xiao Yang would be filming tomorrow--she took the time to shower and get dressed in her billowy, large nightgown. Her hand had reverted to his wild, curly state--she, not sure if she wanted to go ahead to sleep, decided to prop up in her hand, looking a bit up on their schedule tomorrow for confirmation on her tablet.
Upon hearing her door open, her eyes snapped to it, only to see XIao Yang appear behind it.
He was clearly already done with his own nightly routine, and stood in a plain white t-shirt and a pair of black sweatpants. His dark, messy hair fell in his eyes, and his gaze hot on her.
She shifted in her bed, averting her eyes away from him.
His stare, it wasn't normal.
It dripped with lust, and made her feel contempt with her words earlier.
Who was sweet? This boy was a wolf in sheep's clothing!
His voice came out strained, and a bit huskier than his usual cute antics.
"Jie, my dick is so hard...can you touch it with your hands like before?" Wang Shou, who was already in bed, looked at him with wide eyes--and his last few words made her pause.
'Like before?'
...what was he talking about?
Lee narrowed her eyes, looking at Sabrina with suspicion.
"Sabrina!" Her system jolted, refusing to look over at the girl who was glaring over at her.
"The original body cherished the son of fate a lot...���
"And?"
"...and she's helped him with his 'nightly' activities since he turned 20."
The original body was a pervert?!
With only the lamp to her side illuminating the room, the young man looks at her with a flustered face, walking closer to her with an obvious bulge tenting his sweatpants.
At that moment, Lee curses her Boss even more in her heart.
Ah, his cock was mighty, staring with a fierceness.
As she reached to grab it, she said with an uneasy chuckle, "Ah, how did you manage to get so big? This is the perfect tool to plant your seed with." Swallowing her saliva she continues to speak as she begins to pump. It's thick and veiny and makes Wang Shou wonder why he doesn't die from all the blood being redirected there.
"And yet, you refuse to give Auntie and Uncle grandchild. You're such a bad son."
Her small hands run up and down the throbbing shaft, teasing more. Precum, leaks from his shaft, making the friction possible--although she allows a bit of her saliva to help. When he begins to buckle, she shakes her head as if tsking at his actions.
"No, no, I didn't say you could cum."
It was three in the morning when Xiao Yang's erect little (although little in an understatement) brother died down--Wang Shou cursed the weird unspoken rule that every Son of Fate had to be packing heat.
Sabrina: Well-Endowed. Having an elephant trunk. Armed with a big sword at all times.
Lee: ... You're not funny.
Sabrina: And I respect your WRONG opinion. BTW, you should wake up! You have a long day ahead of you~ ((ヽ(๑╹◡╹๑)ﾉ))♬
Lee: ...
Anyways, Xiao Yang wasn't an exception.
With those big watery eyes and clumsy movements.
Lee coughed herself before she focused on the work planned for today. Today they'd be shooting promotional photos for "Devil Young Master, Don't Chase Me!" based on a Romance Internet Novel of the same name. Very trope heavy but seemed like a good show to begin with Xiao Yang's image chance. Su Yan, with Xiao Yang's recommendation, got the role of pitiful female lead through an audition for female lead role while an actress known in the industry placed the stuck up, rich fiancé.
Of course, Su Yan would do this as a means to get close to Xiao Yang. What Wang Shou wondered was if she was sincere in the pursuit of their family's Xiao Yang, or he was hiding behind a pitiful, kind mask like her character.
"Xiao Yang, time to get up. You need to take pictures with Miss Su for the Web Drama today." She slightly gave his shoulder a tap, her lips down to his ear. He jolts awake, as if shocked. He looks up at her, looking wronged with her little brother standing attention again.
She quickly retreats from his gaze.
Ah, I'm not helping you with that in the morning.
If I did, we'd be late.