Unlike Shui Ying's astonishment, when Liu Yiru saw her, she was thinking about her plans for the night. Already intrigued, seeing Shui Ying, who hadn't changed much in eighteen years, made her even more excited. She called out "Shui Ying" and hugged her tightly.
Feeling her sensitive chest being pressed against Shui Ying's equally full and wonderful bosom, Liu Yiru's breathing quickened. She felt a dampness growing somewhere and couldn't wait to have a "stepmother-son" moment with Shui Ying. She inwardly sighed, realizing she had been truly corrupted by her mischievous son, constantly thinking about such things.
Shui Ying, of course, didn't have the same thoughts as Liu Yiru. But hugging her long-lost friend made her extremely happy. Thinking about the kindness Shui Ying had shown to her and her daughters, she couldn't help but say emotionally, "Yiru, thank you!"
