After dinner, it was getting late.
Jiang Qing turned off the TV and walked over from the sofa, "Xiao Chen, you've been busy all day, go get some rest. Aunt Qing can clean up!"
"Aunt Qing, it's fine, I'm not tired!"
Li Chen tidied up the dishes and carried them into the kitchen.
Just as he was about to start washing them, two large voluptuous mounds pressed against his back.
Turning his head, he saw Jiang Qing standing behind him. Her wine-red dress barely contained her ample chest, so strikingly noticeable. The dress wasn't very long, just brushing her knees, revealing two snow-white, beautiful legs.
Despite being 36 years old, her skin and figure were still immaculately maintained.
"Xiao Chen, Aunt Qing has missed you so much!"
No sooner had Li Chen turned around than Jiang Qing hugged him, "You've been coming home so late these past days, Aunt Qing has been longing for some closeness with you, but I haven't had the chance."
