Three people living together, one house with two husbands

I.
An Uninvited Guest
"Jiajia, there's something I need to discuss with you?" My husband, having finished his lovemaking, rolled over from his lying
position and asked with a somewhat serious expression.
"What's wrong? You look so serious." Looking at his expression, I found it a little
amusing .
"I received a call from my older brother at the company at noon. He said..." My husband, usually so decisive,
became hesitant.
"What did your brother say?"
"Never mind, I'll tell him later!" He lay back down,
swallowing .
"What is it? Tell me!" He was willing to let it go, but my heart was in my throat
.
"My brother said he wants Jingyao to stay with us for a while." He finally couldn't hold back any longer.
"Ah!" No wonder he hesitated; this concerns our quality of life!
"I knew you wouldn't agree. Never mind! I'll find a reason to refuse your brother tomorrow
!"
"I didn't say I wouldn't agree!" But I didn't agree either; I needed time to think it over.
"Then… what do you mean?" Undisguised excitement spread through his eyes.
"Your brother has taken care of you since you were little. If I can't even handle this little thing, how can I be your wife?"
"I knew you were my good wife." My husband turned around and hugged me, pulling me into his arms again
, his restless hands beginning to caress my body.
Just agreeing to help my brother was enough to make him so happy. Sometimes I think men are actually
quite easy to please.
Kang Jingyao is my uncle's eldest son. He just retired from the army this year. He grew up in eastern Taiwan
and attended a university there. He's planning to look for a job in northern Taiwan. His uncle, my husband, Kang
Zhonggeng, happens to own a fairly large house in the greater Taipei area, with enough empty rooms to accommodate a
24-year-old young man.
In the evening, after work, Zhonggeng and I went to the train station to pick up my nephew.
"It's been so many years since I've seen Ayao. I wonder what he's become?" I wondered curiously. The first
time I saw this boy was on my wedding day. Later, whenever I had the chance to go back to the east, he was
never home, so I didn't run into him. I didn't even remember what he looked like.
"Still the same as before, very quiet, doesn't talk much, a bit withdrawn," Zhong Geng casually described
.
"Ah! Could he have autism? That would be hard to get along with!" Was it too late to worry now
?
"He's alright!" Men never seem to worry about such things.
When we arrived at the station, I saw a tall, dark-skinned young
man with a buzz cut, carrying a large bag of luggage, standing on the steps in front of the station, gazing into the distance. My intuition told
me that he was Kang Jingyao.
Zhong Geng told me to wait on the train and walked over to the young man. The boy gave a
shy smile. The two of them struggled for a while over the luggage, but in the end, the boy carried his luggage and
followed Zhong Geng to the train.
Seeing them approach, I opened the door and got off.
"Hello, Auntie." The boy greeted me politely.
"You must be Ayao! You've grown so tall, I wouldn't recognize you on the street."
Although my memory of him was hazy, the boy in front of me was
definitely very different from the one who was at least 1.8 meters tall.
"Get in the car! We'll talk more when we get home." After arranging the luggage, Zhong Geng urged us to get in the car.
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I arranged for Jingyao to stay in the guest room next to the study, which was quite far from my bedroom, so I
wouldn't have to worry about him hearing any noise at night.
Having another person in the house is sometimes really inconvenient. For example, I can't take advantage of my husband in the living room
, I can't walk around in the living room in my pajamas or naked, I can't...
There are more and , but they are all resolved by Jingyao's thoughtfulness.
I didn't expect such a big boy to be so thoughtful. Whenever I cook, he is always
there as my assistant. Although he doesn't talk much, there is a kind of telepathic connection between us. It's like I want
something , and before I even say it, it's already in my hands.
While I was cooking, the table was already wiped clean and the dishes were ready. After each dish was cooked, he
would promptly take the plate from me, quickly place it on the table, and then rush over
to help me wash the pot.
Occasionally, if he accidentally seasoned the food too salty or too bland, he would eat it all up
; sometimes I really wondered if he had no sense of taste.
After the meal, he would clean up the dishes without a word, washing them as well
. Afterwards, he would cut up a plate of fruit and brew a pot of tea.
Watching his busy figure, any inconvenience disappeared because of his diligence and thoughtfulness
.
Such a good man—whoever marries him will surely be happy . (Second
part: A Housewife
with a Cook)
Jingyao looked for a job for a while, changing several times, but none lasted long. Luckily, Zhong Geng's
company had a vacancy and assigned him to it.
I thought this was something to be happy about, so Zhong Geng and I discussed going out for dinner to celebrate. But Jing Yao
surprisingly suggested that he cook for us.
What a domestic man! He's usually my assistant, but today he told me to relax in the living room and watch TV
. He said that if I gave him two hours, he would prepare a delicious meal. My husband and I sat
in the living room, half believing and half doubting, waiting to see what would happen.
"I didn't expect Yao to be so capable! He can even cook!" Nestled in my husband's arms, I casually
turned the remote control, listening carefully to the sounds coming from the kitchen. The aroma of frying fish
made me hungrier.
"Yeah! But I don't know if it'll be edible." Zhong Geng said jokingly while watching TV.
"I'm not confident!"
Zhong Geng honestly shook his head, turned to me, and opened his big, thick-browed eyes wide,
asking me with a rather serious expression, "What do you think of my cooking?"
"Have you ever cooked before?" I seemed to have no memory of it.
"Yes!" Zhong Geng protested loudly, his serious demeanor completely gone. "Have you forgotten that last
month when you had a cold, I made you a fried rice with eggs?" He presented this evidence earnestly, his expression quite serious.
"Cute.
" "You mean that burnt fried rice?" I vaguely remember it.
"Sigh!" Zhong Geng sighed, turned his head away, and continued watching TV.
"What's wrong? Are you angry?" I'm most afraid of him suddenly becoming silent. Did I hurt his pride
?
It's rare for me to cook, and this is the result. He's already discouraged, and I'm just adding insult to injury. I
shouldn't have done that!
Still not saying anything?
I nuzzled his arm. "Hey! Don't be so petty!" I continued to rub his cheek,
saying in a coquettish tone, "Hmm?" He was still expressionless, his eyes fixed on the TV. I glanced at
the screen out of the corner of my eye. No wonder he's ignoring me. Oh, the TV is showing a football game.
"Damn! So clumsy, can't even catch a ball like that."
Suddenly, a deafening shout rang out. This football fanatic. I shook my head. I'd better
go see if Jing Yao needs any help! I don't want dinner to be left uneaten!
The closer I got to the kitchen, the stronger the aroma became. My stomach was already rumbling.
"It smells so good! What delicious ingredients are you cooking?" I watched the young man in an apron bustling about in
the kitchen . It was the first time I'd seen a man in an apron looking so domestic,
and it warmed my heart. If it were my husband, it would be even more interesting.
"Just a little while longer." Jingyao was placing the fried fish onto a plate. It was a
golden-yellow croaker, and although it wasn't coated in flour before frying, it remained intact. His skill was truly admirable
. I had tried frying fish directly in oil before, but the result was absolutely disastrous.
"You fried the fish so beautifully!" I blurted out my praise.
"It's very simple, you just need to..." Jingyao patiently explained the key points of frying fish. At the same time, he
not only finished the sweet and sour fish, but also a plate of tender and delicious green pepper beef.
"Wow, it's so simple! I always have to coat it with a thick layer of flour before frying it
."
"Auntie, you can try it next time." Jingyao picked up two plates of food and turned around
, a sweet smile on his face. Perhaps it's not quite the right way to describe a boy's smile, but that's how I felt
. His smile was like honey, and I wondered if I was just starving, but I suddenly wanted to bite him.
This kid usually rushes over to help me wash the pots. While he was carrying the plates to the dining room, I
helped him wash the pots too. I picked up the pot and put it in the sink, about to turn on the tap, when suddenly I heard hurried
footsteps rushing towards the kitchen.
"I'll do it." Jingyao took the pot from my hands and quickly washed it under the running water
. The third dish was then cooked.
"Do you need any help?" I suddenly felt useless. Normally, Jingyao
doesn't need to ask; he knows what I need. But I watched him move, yet I had no idea
what he wanted. In fact, while I was still in the living room, he had already prepared
all , plating them one by one, just waiting for the final step.
"Auntie, go and rest. I'll call you when it's done." Jingyao was focused on stir-frying
the chicken pieces and didn't have time to look back at me, so I obediently went back to the living room to rest.
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"How was it? How did the inspection go?"
I wondered why he had time to talk to me. Now it's commercial break.
"It's such a pity that Jingyao isn't a chef. I think even the chef at Yuanshan is better than him."
"Really? You've eaten at Yuanshan Hotel?" Zhong Geng looked incredulous, as if
I was exaggerating.
I sniffed, inhaling all the aroma wafting from the kitchen. "Look at
the smell of this three-cup chicken, the aroma of sesame oil mixed with the fragrance of basil, wow! My mouth is watering."
"Not watering, it's already watering." As he spoke, Zhong Geng actually handed
me to wipe my drool.
"Ugh!" How embarrassing, I actually drooled. "Don't tell Jingyao!
It's so embarrassing."
"How can I not tell?"
"If you dare tell, I'll drool all over you," I said, putting my mouth to his shoulder and wiping it on his
shoulder .
"Hey! Don't get my shirt dirty! I need to wear it tomorrow." Zhong Geng actually moved
away, as if afraid my drool would get all over him.
"You dirty rascal, you've worn it all day and haven't washed it, let me take it off for you..."
"Wait—there are people here." Zhong Geng pointed towards the kitchen.
What could I do? Behave myself! It was really a bit of a downer. Usually at this time, I
would have already , and me... it's inconvenient when there are outsiders, you can't be too casual about many things.
"Uncle, Aunt, dinner is ready."
We sat up straight, finally waiting for dinner to be served.
This meal was better than any banquet I'd ever had outside before. It was delicious, of course, and I
was quite impressed with Jingyao. If I didn't already know what he studied, I would have thought he graduated from a culinary school
.
"Uncle, is it to your liking?" Jingyao asked Zhong Geng respectfully.
"It's delicious." Just three simple words, and then he continued eating.
I noticed a hint of disappointment on Jingyao's face.
"Why are you like this? You're like a pig, just eating without saying anything nice,"
I whispered to Zhong Geng.
"I'll prove it with my actions! This isn't an advertisement, why bother with words? Just look at
how many bowls of rice I had. If it wasn't good, I would have left long ago. Don't you agree?" he retorted
.
Thinking about it, that made sense. We're not culinary experts;
it's too much trouble to critique a meal. Proving it with actions is what my dear husband is all about. Seeing us
enjoying , a bright smile bloomed on Jingyao's face.
Jingyao has become addicted to cooking. Every day after work, he rushes to the market and then hurrys home
to cook. I told him he didn't need to go to so much trouble, but he insisted, and the vegetables had to be fresh . Since he's happy to do it
, I'm finally getting some free time. "Is things at the company a bit quieter lately? How come you can get home on time every day?" I asked casually, loosening Zhong Geng's tie and loosening his collar. "I have to praise Ayao for that. Since he became my assistant, he's truly been a godsend."

"What a help!
Those good-for-nothings used to only eat and couldn't do anything right, but Ah Yao! He's a real talent.
Anything so he can leave work early." Zhong Geng said with great enthusiasm
, extremely satisfied with Jing Yao.
"I didn't realize this kid was so capable. Why did he keep changing jobs before?"
It was strange that Jing Yao, who was so capable, kept running into obstacles. I thought he was incompetent.
"Those idiots don't know what's good for them." Zhong Geng felt indignant for Jing Yao, so as soon as there was a vacancy,
he immediately introduced him to the company, so he could give my uncle an explanation.
"Perfect timing. You've got a good eye for talent. It's a good thing the others were idiots, otherwise you wouldn't have
found such a gem."
"Yeah! Now I have more time to spend with you..." Zhong Geng looked at me lecherously, grabbed my small hand
, squeezed me against the wall, and pouted to kiss me.
"You haven't even washed your face! I don't want to be all dirty." I laughed and turned my face away.
"While A-Yao is cooking, let's make fried rice." Zhong Geng said, his hands already restlessly
rolling up my t-shirt, pulling aside my bra, and sucking on my nipple.
"Oh! Really." It's rare for him to be so proactive, how could I spoil his fun? I also reached out to undo
his pants, releasing his already erect penis, and gently stroking it.
"Oh!" Zhong Geng groaned, impatiently lifting my skirt, raising one of my
thighs across his waist, not even helping me take off my underwear, directly pushing his hot penis into
my already wet little hole.
"Mmm~~ How annoying, so rough." I said this, but my body was completely
responding , feeling my body tremble with each of his thrusts.
Ring, ring, ring! The annoying phone rang suddenly. We were so engrossed in our lovemaking that
we didn't care, so we just let it ring until it stopped.
"Uncle, the phone!" A-Yao's voice came from outside the room, and the footsteps grew closer.
The approaching footsteps made me anxious. I glanced at the door and saw it was ajar.
Zhong Geng seemed unable to stop, probably not even hearing Jing Yao's voice, still pressing his penis
against me.
"Your phone," I said.
"Uncle, your phone, did you answer it?" A-Yao's voice rang out again, but the footsteps
stopped .
"The phone!" Seeing the figure outside the crack in the door, my heart almost jumped out of my chest. A-Yao
was already at the door. What
if…? There couldn't be any "what ifs." So my first reaction was to kick the door shut, but Zhong
Geng grabbed me and moved towards the bed. Then they both pounced on the bed, and I was pinned down by Zhong Geng
. He continued thrusting while answering the phone on the bedside table.
"Hello—"
"Ah Yao! The call has been answered, please hang up the living room phone." I quickly responded to
Ah Yao, lest he open the door and expose me.
"Okay, that's all, I'll call you back later, bye!" Zhong Geng hung up the phone quickly.
"Who was that? You finished so quickly." Why did he call now if it wasn't urgent? It was both annoying and gave me
a fright.
"A colleague from work, I said I'd call him back later."
"Oh!"
"Let's continue."
"Continue?"
"What else? Stopping halfway is bad for your health." Zhong Geng said seriously.
"Okay! Then go lock the door, I'm afraid Ah Yao might suddenly run in." This was what I was
worried .
"Okay—" Zhong Geng responded, temporarily withdrawing his penis. After I heard the door lock
, he entered my body again, still so hard and hot.
"Oh—ah—" Only after the possible danger was over could I enjoy
the pleasure of sex in peace.
Standing by the bed, Zhong Geng lifted my legs onto his shoulders, his strong waist thrusting rhythmically
, his powerful penis pounding against my cervix, repeatedly touching my sensitive
clitoris . But a nagging worry about being overheard prevented me from letting out
a full-blown cry.
"Just moan if you want to! Holding it in is uncomfortable," Zhong Geng said, seemingly seeing through me, actually trying to seduce me.
"No! The walls can hear us."
"The range hood is so loud, how could they hear you! Unless you moan even louder than that."
With that, he deliberately withdrew his penis, and just as I felt a wave of emptiness, he suddenly
thrust it in .
"Ahhhhhhh!" The intense stimulation finally made me cry out uncontrollably. "You naughty thing
, so naughty—ohhhhhhh!" I couldn't even finish a sentence, and I groaned again because of his stimulation . " Ah
... Of course, this isn't a level we can reach overnight; it's the tacit understanding we've cultivated over seven years of marriage . "Wife! I love you so much! You're amazing." Zhong Geng kissed my earlobe, whispering softly in my ear. "Alright! Go wash up, I need to change my pants." Although I love my husband's affectionate gestures, the timing... is just too... "Change what? Just take them off." "What are you talking about?" Nonsense, it's not like no one's home. Wait! But I'm not without a skirt . Looking down, my dark blue cotton skirt shouldn't be see-through, right?

After a quick rinse, I was indeed naked except for a skirt!
I felt , but my husband kept laughing at me, so I laughed back. He even made me take off my underwear, so now
I was wearing suit pants on the outside, but completely naked underneath. I even kindly reminded him not to
pinch his little bird, and when we left the room, I deliberately took advantage of him, rubbing his testicles in my hand for a while
. He laughed and called me a pervert.
"Uncle, why are you laughing so happily?" Jingyao asked curiously as he brought the food to Zhonggeng
.
"I just remembered something funny, let's eat!" He was a master at dodging questions, and Jingyao
looked at me with a puzzled expression. I just smiled.
"You little rascal, you're quite capable! Even Chairman Zhang praised you in front of me. It looks like
you'll be promoted to a full-time employee at the beginning of next month." This was the first time my husband had ever praised someone to their face.
"Really? It's all thanks to Uncle's excellent guidance." Jingyao's face flushed slightly, making her appear somewhat shy, but
her speech was quite appropriate.
"We're family, who else would we promote if not you?" I said happily.
"No business talk during meals." My husband was quite good at ruining the mood, but no one would
complain about . We happily
ate all the dishes he had carefully prepared under Jingyao's watchful gaze.
IV. Bedroom Fun
IV. Bedroom Fun
It was rare for my husband to have a day off and the leisure to take me on a trip, but looking at the pile of clothes on the bed, I was
filled with worry.
"You haven't changed your clothes yet?" Zhong Geng poked his head in from outside the door and asked.
"Qiuqiu, come here." I called my husband's nickname in a sweet voice.
"What?!" Qiuqiu peeked out from outside the door for a while, then quickly slipped inside. "
Keep your voice down, don't let anyone hear."
"Who else?"
"What do you mean, 'no one'? Isn't Ayao a person?" My husband said nervously.
"Oh! Afraid people will hear? What does it matter! I just like calling you Qiuqiu!"
The more nervous he became, the more I wanted to tease him.
My husband likes to watch baseball games, and he tends to ignore me when he's watching them, so I
call him Qiuqiu. At first, it was just something I did occasionally for fun, but over time, it became a habit.
"Then come in." I walked to the door, pulled my husband into the room, and quickly closed and locked the door.
"Why aren't you dressed yet! Are you waiting for me to do my bidding?" A pair of groping hands
were caressing .
"Pervert." I jokingly called out, swatting his hands away. "Look!" I turned around
and quickly walked to the dressing mirror, placing my hands on my once-proud 23-inch waist. "Great! You see, a chest is a chest, a waist is a waist." As he spoke, he didn't forget to steal a couple more gropes
at my chest and waist . Men are indeed oblivious; they didn't notice any changes in my figure at all. "Look, your bra can't even fit you anymore." I puffed out my chest, cupping the bottom of my breasts, showing off the white, tender flesh exposed by the bra. "Wow! This bra works so well, it lifts your breasts even higher." I don't know where he got that advertising slogan from, but it made me want to laugh. "What?" I rolled my eyes at him. "Either the bra shrunk, or I've gained weight, that must be it! I bought new jeans just two months ago, and I can't even fit into them anymore. Even t-shirts look like dumplings on me. I must have gained weight, I must have!" I said hysterically. "Where have you gained weight!" My husband quickly calmed me down, putting his arm around my waist and looking at me in the mirror. "Look, you're still as slim as ever! Such a perfect figure, even models can't compare to you." Hearing that made me feel like I was floating on air. Although in reality, with my height, I'm quite a distance from professional models , beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and in my husband's eyes, I'm the most perfect . My husband continued, "Your breasts have grown! Are they an E or an F now?" It's not that exaggerated! The correct size should be between a C and a D. This guy really didn't hold back and reached into my bra cup to knead my breasts. "What are you doing! I'm being serious, and you're being so indecent. Oh~" Good heavens! He even pinched and played with my nipples. "You didn't deliberately ask me to tease you, did you!" My husband's tone sounded a bit off. I reached behind me and, sure enough, felt a hard thing. "No way! We're leaving soon, aren't we?" "Five minutes, just five minutes." With that, he quickly pulled down his pants, took out his penis from the side , stood behind me in front of the mirror, lifted one of my legs onto the small chair in front of the dressing table, gently supported my waist, pulled aside my underwear, and with a "plop," thrust . "Oh~" As that hot, hard rod passed through my burning little hole, a wave of pleasure washed over me, and I couldn't help but sway back and forth, matching my husband's rhythm. My husband's chin gently rubbed against my back, sliding towards the center of my back. With his skilled teeth , he unhooked my bra, instantly liberating my breasts, which bounced out . I could almost feel the effect of gravity, my breasts feeling heavy, but as my husband's hands lifted them, the burden on my chest lessened considerably. "Balls~" I called out my husband's nickname in a trembling voice, my hands gripping his buttocks tightly behind me. His firm muscles made it almost impossible for me to exert any force, and I slid down to his cleft, to the two small balls that swayed with my body. Actually, "balls" also referred to these two incredibly ugly-looking but cool-to-the-touch fleshy balls. I gripped his groin, and he, not to be outdone, pressed his hand against my most sensitive nipples , which hardened like stones under his kneading. He had conquered the two most sensitive spots on my body; my numb body could barely support itself, and I limply placed my weight on him, letting him ride and play with me, while I swayed and moaned with abandon. "You're so bad, so bad, ahhh! Ohhh!" The more wanton my voice became, the more unrestrained his movements grew. My original position could no longer withstand his powerful thrusts, so I lowered my raised legs, lying face down in front of the dressing table, gripping the edge tightly, my buttocks raised as he moved in and out of me from behind.

His two little balls made a constant slapping sound as they went in and out, and I,
gazing at my round, full breasts in the dressing mirror, felt them sway violently with the rise and fall of my body
. Watching my breasts bounce, my lust intensified, my hips arched higher, yearning for him
to penetrate deeper, more intensely.
"I'm coming, my lord!" my husband roared,
thrusting into my hips with even greater force at breakneck speed.
"Mmm...mmm...mmm..." Under his intense thrusts, my vagina began to
contract violently, trembling involuntarily escaping my throat.
"Hiss...whoosh..." With each deep breath and exhale of my husband, I felt a surge of heat
pour into my womb.
The exhilarating pleasure left us both radiating heat and drenched in sweat;
it seemed we needed a cold shower.
V. Springtime
Leaks
As expected, under Jingyao's daily onslaught of delicious food, my waist and bust both increased by an inch, and
my weight skyrocketed by three kilograms. At this rate, I'll be a pig in no time!
"I'm full." Looking at the table full of delicious food, but unable to enjoy it to my heart's content, was truly a
painful thing. But for the sake of my figure, I had to endure it.
"You're full after only half a bowl?" Zhong Geng looked at me in surprise.
"Auntie, is it because the food today isn't to your liking?" Jingyao asked timidly,
her big eyes looking at me with confusion.
"The food is delicious, really! It's just..." My mouth was watering, but I just
couldn't eat heartily.
"Is it too salty, or...?" I only got halfway through my sentence, and Jingyao was still completely confused.
"The food is fine, the problem is with me."
"Is your appetite bad? Are you feeling nauseous?" Zhong Geng's eyes suddenly shone
brightly she excitedly asked me.
Bad appetite? Nauseous? "Isn't this a sign of pregnancy?"
Unfortunately, I don't have any of those signs. Zhong Geng has misunderstood.
"No!" The moment I said that, the light in Zhong Geng's eyes vanished. "Okay! Okay
! I'll tell you!"
Both men widened their eyes, waiting for my answer.
"I'm going to lose weight."
"Losing weight?" They both exclaimed in unison, their voices filled with surprise.
"Jingyao's cooking is so good! I eat two bowls of rice a meal. I sit all day at the company
and don't get much exercise. It's like I'm just consuming food without excreting it, so naturally, I'm accumulating fat. It's hard not to gain weight."
"Oh, I see! You made me happy for nothing," Zhong Geng said disappointedly.
I looked at Zhong Geng and smiled helplessly. Seven years of marriage and still no pregnancy—at thirty-three, I
was destined to become an older mother. We'd been to the hospital for checkups, and they all said
there was nothing wrong with either of us, but the goddess of fertility just wouldn't grant us a child. We were helpless!
"But it seems like only I've gained weight. Why haven't you two changed?" To ease the awkward
atmosphere, I changed the subject to them.
"I exercise every morning and do some aerobics before bed, so
I think I get enough exercise," Jingyao replied.
"No wonder you look so muscular!" I drooled at
the biceps .
"I exercise too! That's why I don't get fat!" Zhong Geng chimed in.
Really? I think he only really exercises in bed, especially since Jingyao joined his company; it's
practically a daily routine.
"I really envy you guys, you can eat so much and not get fat." I was jealous. Out of sight, out of mind, I stood up
and left the table. If I sat down again, I knew I'd be tempted to eat again.
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Lying in bed, I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, mainly because I was starving.
I couldn't take it anymore; if this continued, I'd definitely turn into a panda tomorrow, and my colleagues in the office
would laugh at me . So I decided to go to the kitchen to find something to eat.
Looking at Zhong Geng, who was fast asleep beside me from overindulgence, I wasn't worried about waking him up.
I doubted even an earthquake could wake him.
I got out of bed and headed straight for my destination.
Opening the refrigerator, I found it completely empty.
How could this be? Didn't they have any leftovers? Those two uncles and nephews are such pigs! Couldn't they leave me
even a little bit of "leftovers"?
It was midnight, all the shops were closed, and the only 24-hour convenience store
was 200 meters away. The neighborhood wasn't very safe at night, so it seemed I could only mourn for my hunger.
What was that sound?
Complete silence. The only sound was my rumbling stomach, but I clearly
heard .
Could there be a thief?
This is terrifying; I have to wake Zhong Geng.
I looked around, trying to get back to my room before being discovered. But I couldn't be too
conspicuous , so I quickly went behind the sofa, crouched low, and cautiously made my way to the bedroom.
I lifted my toes one step at a time, moving lightly, and the bedroom was just around the corner.
Suddenly, a pair of feet came into my view. I wanted to scream, but my throat felt like it was stuck and I
couldn't make a sound. In this critical moment, I damn well remembered those social cases where attempted theft resulted in murder to
cover it up, making me even more afraid to make a sound.
"Auntie?"
"Help!" After screaming, I realized it was Jingyao calling me.
Seeing who the feet belonged to, I breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed, sprawling on the floor.
Luckily, Jingyao had mopped the floor very clean.
"Auntie, why are you sitting here? Did you quarrel with Uncle?"
"No! I came out to find something to eat because I was hungry." Sitting on the floor, I looked like a
pitiful , no wonder people misunderstood. I should get up. But my feet had probably been squatting for too long, and without support
, I was afraid I wouldn't be able to get up. I grabbed Jingyao's clothes.
A large white bath towel floated down from my hands, and a thick tuft of black fur caught my sluggish
eyes.
"I'm so sorry." After hesitating for two seconds, I quickly handed the towel back to its
owner.
"It's alright." Jingyao took the towel with obvious embarrassment, turned around, and put the towel back on.
Wrap yourself up.
How embarrassing! Because of my momentary lapse, I'd accidentally exposed someone's most intimate parts
. Even though the lighting was dim and I couldn't see clearly, the scene was incredibly suggestive.
Thinking about it afterward still makes my face burn.
But then again, the lighting was too dim; I missed a rare hunky man's striptease, which is
a real shame. I'd already seen it, but not seen it clearly—that's the most regrettable thing.
"Auntie, coming to the living room so late..." Jingyao said, wrapping himself in the towel and then turning around.
Wow! Was this seduction? Under the dim nightlight, his honey-yellow pectoral muscles glistened with water droplets, and one of his
brown nipples seemed about to drip. It made my mouth dry, and I quickly looked up.
His hair, which was gradually growing longer, was wet and clung to his scalp, with a few drops sliding down his cheeks
. He had clearly just showered and hadn't even dried his hair or body. But why was he in the living room?
"Why are you in the living room?"
"I just finished showering and heard strange noises coming from the living room, so I came out to check. It's just you, Auntie
."
"I thought you were a thief."
The two of them looked at each other and smiled.
"I'm going back to my room then." Anyway, there's nothing to eat.
"Auntie, weren't you looking for something to eat?"
"Yes! But there's nothing! Just bear with it and eat tomorrow morning! A few more hours won't make a difference."
Glug~
In the silent night, even a small sound seemed very loud. My stomach was
protesting , indicating that I probably couldn't hold out until then.
After hearing that glug, Jingyao couldn't help but laugh. "Auntie, wait for me a moment.
I'll go get dressed and go out to buy you something." Without waiting for my reply, he ran back to the guest room with light and quick
steps .
"Actually, you don't need to—" I was going to stop him, but he was faster than a cat.
Having never experienced hunger before, I really couldn't stand the feeling of hunger.
What a considerate boy! Before I even asked, he offered to buy me something.
I sat quietly on the sofa waiting for Jingyao. Thinking of his thoughtfulness, it really warmed my heart!
About two minutes later, Jingyao
appeared .
"What would you like to eat, Auntie? I'll go buy it."
"Just a hot dog and a can of green tea will do." It's already late; something to eat should be
enough.
"That's all?"
"Then I'll add a tea egg."
"Anything else?" "Any more?
No, that's enough. Thank you."
"Give me five minutes." With that, Jingyao darted out the door like a gust of wind.
"Five minutes? Even magic wouldn't be that fast."
I don't know if it was because my stomach was willing to wait patiently since I had a late-night snack, or because of
the shock and excitement just now, but my eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and I fell asleep without realizing it. When I woke up, I
was already lying next to Zhong Geng, comfortably sleeping with my arms tightly wrapped around his.
VI. A Mysterious Tale:
How did I get back to the bedroom last night? Did I sleepwalk back by myself? Or did Zhong Geng
suddenly wake up and carry me back to the room? Could it be that Jing Yao carried me in
?
No way! Men and women shouldn't touch each other!
Could it really be him? Thinking back carefully, Zhong Geng slept like a log last night. I don't think he even knew I left
the room Luckily, there wasn't a burglar yesterday, or he wouldn't even know if the house was moved
. And I've never sleepwalked before, so... it's impossible for me to have walked back to
the room by myself. Then...
I'm doomed! That brat dared to hug his aunt, even dared to take advantage of me! Could it be that he's trying to get back at
me for accidentally seeing his private parts...?
Suddenly, the blurry image gradually became clearer, and the little thing under that dark, fuzzy mound began to
stir, slowly rising...
No, no, I quickly shook my head. What kind of dream is this in broad daylight! And such an obscene
dream Tsk tsk, Ouyang Jia! He's just a young kid, you can't have bad intentions towards him
! Even rabbits know not to eat the grass near their burrows, how could you have any thoughts about the younger generation in your family?
Never mind, never mind, let's go visit different departments!
Under the guise of sending official documents, I wandered through the offices of various departments. The gossipy aunts and uncles
love to drink coffee and chat, but it's also the best pastime for everyone amidst the tedious work.
Usually, after the afternoon, when I've almost finished with work, I like to take out a piece of paper and plan the
menu for that evening. My husband loves my cooking! Even if we don't eat until after seven or eight o'clock every day, I
'm happy to do it. But since Jingyao took over this job, I don't need to rack my brains to come up with menus anymore
.
But alas! I can't enjoy the delicacies Jingyao cooks, it's such a pity, and without realizing it,
my saliva is starting to increase again. The lunch at the restaurant was worse than pig slop; no wonder I have
n't gained weight. I don't eat much at lunch, but I always eat when I'm starving, and the stir-fried dishes are so hot and dry. I
mostly eat with my husband, so I don't eat much myself.
I wonder what delicious food Jingyao has prepared today. Sigh! I can only watch helplessly.
※※※
The football season has started again, and our Qiuqiu is obsessed with the TV. He
won't . Oh well, usually the game is over when he gets home. It's rare for him to have some free time lately, so
I won't worry about anyone complaining. I'll let him focus on the game! Even if I don't hide, he'll treat me like I'm
invisible .
Let's see what the chef in the kitchen is up to! I need to investigate what happened last night.
"What are you cooking today?" Let's start with that!
"Today's dishes are a bit light, Auntie can eat without worry, it won't add any fat." Jingyao was
putting sliced carrots into the pot to blanch. There were sliced cucumbers on the cutting board,
a packet of nori seaweed on the counter, and next to it was sweet and sour rice that had already been mixed with sugar and vinegar.
"Want some sushi?"
"Less oil makes it healthier."
This... I was so touched I couldn't speak. How could this child be so thoughtful? Last night
he volunteered to buy me a late-night snack, and today he changed the menu for me. Could he really have some ulterior motive
?
"Thank you for last night."
"It's nothing. I got back late, and you were already in your room asleep."
"Huh?" What does that mean? Didn't he carry me to my room?
"I was going to put the food in the fridge, but then I thought it wouldn't taste good if it was left overnight,
so I ate it myself after waiting a while, Auntie."
"Oh! It's alright. Eating less is better than eating more. People say eating late at night makes you fatter.
But thank you anyway, for going out so late to buy me things."
"It's my duty."
"Such a good boy!" Although he's already a 24-year-old boy,
even a man, I still deliberately put my hand on his head and patted it, meaning,
in my eyes you're just a child, and shouldn't have any thoughts about me, even though I, his aunt, am
quite attractive.
※※※
After eliminating one possibility, and ruling out the possibility that I couldn't be sleepwalking, then it must have been Zhong Geng who carried me back to my room
!
So when did he wake up?
When I heard the strange noise? Or when I screamed for help?
Then when I accidentally pulled off Jingyao's towel, Zhong Geng saw it too! Oh my god! I hope he
doesn't misunderstand! He might think that Jingyao and I were having a secret rendezvous in the living room. I'd never be able to clear my name even if I jumped into the Yellow River
!

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