Fourth Aunt let out a sound that could be considered quite normal physiological reaction, yet Yang Fan, with the guilt of a thief in his heart, was startled and subconsciously stopped his actions immediately, preparing to flee the scene.
It wasn't until he had made sure Fourth Aunt had no other reaction that he continued what he was doing.
At this point, the urge inside him had subsided a great deal, and reason had returned.
But he did not want to stop there.
The words Little Mother had said earlier had significantly emboldened him.
Very gently kneading that heavy softness, Yang Fan quietly lifted the thin quilt off Fourth Aunt, set it aside, then very carefully began to undo the buttons of her trousers.
She was wearing fairly standard black wide-legged pants that were tight from the waist to the buttocks, clearly outlining the feminine curves of that area, but becoming loose below that.
These trousers drew one's gaze to concentrate on the buttocks.
