Lin Tian suddenly realized that he had been trying to take advantage of Huang Yingying.
Now that Zhou Xinlan had seen it, it was all right if she thought he was a fool, but if she knew he had recovered and had done it on purpose, there's no telling what she might think of him.
The best solution was to continue acting foolish.
"I... I want to eat, hehe."
Having figured it out, Lin Tian's face once again broke into a silly smile.
"Fine, Little Aunt will take you home for a meal."
Zhou Xinlan sighed and started leading Lin Tian towards home.
For this son of her best friend, Zhou Xinlan still felt a tender heart, thinking that if it hadn't been for that accident, he would probably be married by now.
Once home, Huang Yingying was already seated at the table. Upon seeing Lin Tian, she snorted and then turned her head away, refusing to look at him.
"Xiao Tian, hurry up and eat."
Zhou Xinlan, though feeling helpless, had no other choice but to let Lin Tian sit down first.
Lin Tian ate as usual but was pondering in his heart that, with Zhao Xiufen and the village chief knowing he had recovered, it surely couldn't be kept secret for much longer.
He would have to tell Zhou Xinlan about it by tomorrow at the latest.
Otherwise, if she heard the truth from someone else, she would certainly be angry at him.
After finishing the meal, Lin Tian stood up, ready to return to his room to think of an excuse for tomorrow's matter.
"Xiao Tian, where are you going? I haven't bathed you yet!"
Zhou Xinlan saw Lin Tian leaving and grabbed him.
A bath?
Lin Tian then remembered that during these years of being simple-minded, it had always been Zhou Xinlan who had taken care of his daily life, including bathing him.
Suddenly, Lin Tian felt completely unsettled.
If he were still in a foolish state, it wouldn't matter, but now that he had recovered,
having this nominal Little Aunt bathe him again would be exceedingly awkward.
But if he refused, he was sure to give himself away.
While Lin Tian hesitated, Zhou Xinlan had already pulled him into the washroom.
In rural washrooms, which were just small rooms with a large tub inside and no water heaters, the water had to be heated in advance.
"Xiao Tian, start by taking off your clothes."
After closing the door, Zhou Xinlan began to undress Lin Tian.
Lin Tian was completely at a loss and could only cooperate obediently.
Soon, Lin Tian's shirt came off, revealing his well-built and strong upper body, filled with the hormones of a young man.
Seeing the body full of masculine charm, Zhou Xinlan's eyes grew a bit hazy, and she couldn't help but place her palm on his chest to feel it more closely.
There was no helping it, Zhou Xinlan was a woman too and had normal desires.
In the calm of everyday life, only she knew the truth: her plump and passionate body longed for the solace of a man, but whom could she confide in?
Whenever she saw Lin Tian's body, Zhou Xinlan's feelings became stronger.
Lin Tian also felt the soft and delicate touch of Zhou Xinlan's small hands, shivering with comfort.
At the same time, he remembered some things that happened when he was simple-minded.
During those times, when Zhou Xinlan bathed him, she would often hold him and forbid him to speak of it.
The Lin Tian of that time naturally did not understand why, but now that he had recovered, he did understand.
Zhou Xinlan's husband had died a long time ago, leaving behind only her and Huang Yingying.
As a normal woman, Zhou Xinlan certainly had normal needs, yet she found no one to fulfill them.
And since he was seen as a fool, Zhou Xinlan was using this method to comfort her lonely body.
Understanding all this, Lin Tian's heart suddenly began to beat even more fiercely.
Looking at Zhou Xinlan's beautiful face made him want to hold her in his arms.
But Lin Tian restrained himself, knowing that if he did so, he would be no better than a beast.
"Xiao Tian, you're so warm; maybe you should hurry up and take a bath," she suggested.
Zhou Xinlan was unaware of Lin Tian's thoughts, but as she felt his temperature rising, she reluctantly withdrew her hand.
Deep down, she knew it wasn't right, but she couldn't control herself.
It had been a long time since she had been close to a man, and Lin Tian's strong masculine scent was mesmerizing to her.
Soon, Zhou Xinlan had stripped Lin Tian of his clothes and guided him into the wooden tub to start bathing him.
Her fair and delicate hands, lathered with shower gel, traveled over his body, sending tingling sensations like electric currents through him.
Lin Tian soon found himself unable to control his reaction.
Zhou Xinlan naturally noticed and her fair face instantly turned crimson.
Although it wasn't the first time she had seen this, she couldn't shake the feeling that Lin Tian's response today was particularly strong.
As Zhou Xinlan watched, a deep longing surged within her, and a warm current seemed to flow between her legs.
But quickly, Zhou Xinlan shook her head vigorously.
"Zhou Xinlan, what are you thinking? Lin Tian is your best friend's son; how can you have such thoughts about him, you shameless woman!" she scolded herself in a low voice, hoping the self-rebuke would help her cool down.
However, her gaze could not help but linger, and her body grew hotter and more restless.
After a short while, Zhou Xinlan felt her legs weaken, barely able to hold herself up.
Zhou Xinlan knew that if this continued, she would lose control, so after hastily washing Lin Tian for a little longer, she had him get out.
"Xiao Tian, you're all set, you should go back to your room and rest," she said.
After hurriedly dressing Lin Tian, Zhou Xinlan pushed him out of the room.
In his heart, Lin Tian felt a bit reluctant; the touch of Zhou Xinlan's small hands felt so soothing that it seemed even his pores might open up.
But for fear of giving himself away, Lin Tian obediently returned to his own room.
After dealing with Lin Tian, Zhou Xinlan finally sighed in relief, but her mind was still full of the images she had just seen.
"Who would have thought that Xiao Tian has grown so much? Even my husband doesn't quite match up to half of what he offers," she mused.
"But it's also a bit too frightening; I probably couldn't bear it."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk! What are you saying, Zhou Xinlan? Even if you're lonely, you can't have such thoughts about your best friend's son!"
Zhou Xinlan murmured absentmindedly until, coming back to her senses, she briskly slapped her face a couple of times.
Then, fearing she might continue to dwell on those thoughts, Zhou Xinlan decisively went to the bathroom and took a cold shower to calm down.
Meanwhile, Lin Tian sat on his bed, deep in thought.
If he wanted to tell Aunt Zhou that he had recovered, he needed a plausible excuse. What should he say when the time came?
Telling the truth would surely worry her about his situation with the village chief, so he had to come up with another reason.
After several hours, Ning Xiaochuan finally thought of a somewhat passable excuse.
It might be a bit far-fetched, but he thought it might still be acceptable.
Having figured out this issue, Lin Tian prepared to go to sleep.
But lying in bed, his mind was filled with images of Zhao Xiufen and Zhou Xinlan's graceful forms.
Feeling like he was about to explode, Lin Tian got up from the bed, intending to take another cold shower.
But just as he stepped out the door, he heard suppressed moans coming from Zhou Xinlan's room.
Lin Tian's heart stirred as he hazarded a guess at what was happening.
Though he knew it was wrong, his feet involuntarily carried him towards Zhou Xinlan's door.
The door wasn't securely locked, and Lin Tian swallowed hard, mustering the courage to push it open just a crack.
Peering through the gap, Lin Tian's eyes were met with an extremely erotic scene!