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Steady breathing beside him made Chen Xiaolong's mind wander even more.
What does Aunt mean by this, not sleeping in the middle of the night, running to my room and crawling under one quilt?
Compared with before, Aunt Liang Cuiping had obviously become much bolder, and her intentions confused Chen Xiaolong.
"Could it be that Aunt is also… thinking about it?"
An idea suddenly struck Chen Xiaolong, giving rise to a daring thought, yet he hesitated to make a move.
Even in the dark, the regular breaths beside him allowed him to make out the impressive curves of the body beside him, confirming without a doubt it was Aunt.
Only Aunt had such a figure, truly top-notch among the best.
"Hiss."
While Chen Xiaolong was still pondering, a small hand reached out toward him, landing squarely between his legs and seizing that crucial area, nearly making him moan out loud.
