At that moment, the two of us were so scared we shuddered, almost losing our souls.
Of course, I was afraid of being discovered by Brother Haoyang. As merely a guest in his home, I had become involved with his mother—no man could tolerate such a thing!
Aunt Lin was even more afraid. After all, it was her own son. Having him see her with an eighteen-year-old boy would have her lose all her face for the rest of her life.
She quickly sat back down, reaching between her legs to hook her panties and put them on properly before looking up and toward him.
By then, Wang Haoyang, in his pajamas, had come out from his room, looking at us with suspicion.
"Mom, Xiao Chen, what are you two doing? I thought I heard something just now..."
Clearly, he had been awake and had heard some noise.
"Haoyang, why haven't you gone to sleep yet?" Aunt Lin quickly calmed down and said with a smile, "I was having Xiao Chen give me a massage! My back has been a bit sore recently."
