By the time Chen Mo came back to his senses, he also noticed a puddle of water on the floor.
So he casually picked up a tissue and began to wipe the puddle.
But as he was wiping, he suddenly realized that something about these substances seemed a bit off.
"This should not be water, but a kind of special liquid left by a woman's body."
Chen Mo's body suddenly froze, and in his mind emerged a new image.
In the image, Gao Yuwei was lying on the sofa in extreme languor, then exploring her lower half with a few slender fingers.
And the room was constantly in a state of unabashed springtime.
"Could it be that Auntie has been doing this to herself just now..."
A look of surprise couldn't help but appear on Chen Mo's face.
Gao Yuwei was actually a neighbor from his hometown.
Although Chen Mo always thought of Gao Yuwei as his aunt.
But in fact, the age difference between the two was only four or five years.
