Seeing the hesitation on Yang Meiling's face and the hint of spring in her beautiful eyes, Lin Tian knew the time was right.
So he grabbed Yang Meiling's wrist, pulled her to him, and threw her onto the couch.
"Aunt Yang, let me take care of you now, I promise I'll make you very comfortable. If you're not satisfied after we're done, then I won't bother you anymore," he said while panting heavily, his hands quickly unbuttoning her clothes.
Although Yang Meiling was willing inside, she couldn't let go of her pride and said pretentiously, "No, you're much younger than me. We're not suitable. Besides, you have a close relationship with Zhou Yurong. If she finds out about us, she'd definitely think I'm stealing her man."
"If I don't tell and you don't tell, how would Sister Yurong know? As for our age difference, it really doesn't matter. I don't mind at all, what else do you have to worry about, Aunt Yang?"
