"Aunty, having nightmares again?"
Inside an elegantly renovated bedroom, a woman in her forties was curled up at the corner of the bed. She was hugging both her knees and trembling. Fear could be seen in her eyes, and her tears continued to flow. She was delicate and attractive; people couldn't help loving her upon seeing her.
That woman might no longer be young, but she was considered a very attractive lady. She still retained her graceful bearing. She was currently wearing an attractive nightgown and her fair, plump and smooth-skinned thighs were exposed. The peaks of her chest were also exposed due to her abnormal behavior. She had a lot of temperament.
A young man wearing formal clothes stood by her side. Seeing his aunt like this, his expression revealed a heartache. He sat at the corner of the bed and hugged his aunt in his embrace.
"It's only a nightmare. Don't be afraid, I am still here."
