[Urban] My Girlfriend's Social Party (Complete) - 23

Chapter 2.

When Yan Rong left Juyuan Cottage, she felt dizzy and disoriented, her mind a blur, unsure of what she was thinking. One moment she saw Mingxu's childish, slightly stubbled face, the next her own Haoxuan's adorable little boy, then the image of that damned man chasing his get-rich-quick dreams—now, let's call him the ex-dead man—Xuewen's honest, simple face. She felt the fluid that had just welled up inside her making her legs uncomfortable to walk.

How could Binglan have imagined her doing that kind of thing with her son? My son is 17 now, is he thinking about that too? Peeping at me while I shower? No way. Haoxuan is very well-behaved, he wouldn't. Binglan said she masturbated her son, and even said Mingxu's penis was very hard, like a cannon. Young people, of course it's like that, what a scene it must be like for a mother to hold her son's penis. Too lewd. Thinking this, the fluid in her lower body seemed to flow even more.

Before she knew it, she was home. Haoxuan greeted her as she opened the door, wearing an oversized t-shirt. For some reason, Yanrong felt a little flustered. "

Mom, you're back! Why so early? I thought you'd be home much later." Haoxuan was unaware of what was going on, but seeing his mother's unusual expression, he asked, "You look so tired after eating?" "Have you eaten?" Yanrong feigned composure. "

Yes, I ate at Zhaolong's." "I told you to just eat out, why did you go to Zhaolong's again!"

Yanrong suddenly snapped. Sun Zhaolong lived on the second floor of this building, and was probably two or three years older than Haoxuan. His mother, Ji Qin, used to be a primary school teacher in the mining area. Later, she heard that Zhaolong's father, due to the mining industry's decline, went to work as an engineering dispatcher at a company in a neighboring city. There, he met his lover and divorced Ji Qin. Ji Qin then became a teacher at a school affiliated with the bearing factory in the city. The school wasn't very good, with few students. She sometimes taught, sometimes stayed home. It seemed her ex-husband had given her a considerable amount of money in the divorce, so their family didn't seem to be struggling financially. Zhaolong was awarded to his father after the divorce, but after living there for over a year, he had a very bad relationship with his stepmother and didn't study properly. He insisted on returning to his biological mother, so his father sent him to live with them. However, the boy couldn't settle down. He skipped three years of high school, and his parents, at their wits' end, sent him to a familiar beauty salon to learn a trade, hoping he could open his own shop someday. But when he arrived, he dyed his hair red and yellow, looking nothing like a proper child. Yan Rong felt that her son, Haoxuan, was an honest boy and she couldn't let him lead him astray. So she didn't really like Haoxuan hanging out with him.

But objectively speaking, Ji Qin was a very nice person, and also quite pitiful. She wasn't sure how old Ji Qin was, but guessed she was around 45. At that age, being divorced made it hard to find someone, and raising a son alone wasn't easy. The key was that her family wasn't from the city, and she didn't have many friends, so she seemed quite isolated in the building. She only talked to Ji Qin sometimes, and found her rather introverted, but still quite warm, especially towards her son Haoxuan. She would always cook something nice and give Haoxuan a share. This was probably because she felt particularly empty during the year or so that Zhaolong wasn't around. Sometimes, Yanrong felt that Ji Qin truly treated Haoxuan like her own son. Sometimes when she was too busy with business, Haoxuan would go to Ji Qin's house for a meal, and Ji Qin was always happy.

Yanrong just hoped that Haoxuan wouldn't have too much contact with Zhaolong. After all, Zhaolong was a man of the streets. "What did you eat tonight?" Yanrong calmed down and stopped being angry. She went into the room, closed the door, and asked while taking off her clothes.

After eating noodles, Aunt Ji went to buy some beef. Yanrong suddenly remembered a northern proverb: dumplings for welcoming guests, noodles for farewell. She changed her clothes and came out, saying, "It's not that I don't want you to go to their house, it's just that Zhaolong is different from you." Haoxuan's rebellious phase was basically over, so he listened patiently to his mother's nagging. A year earlier, he would definitely have argued back. I know, Zhaolong ate a couple of bites and went out, saying very little. "

Going out so late? To work?" "I don't know, I think he went out with his friends." "Where did you go so late? Are you envious?" Yanrong was testing him. "

No, I know what my task is now, so please stop testing me." Haoxuan was very clever.

Yanrong was very satisfied. She held her change of clothes in her hand. "Didn't Aunt Ji say he went out so late?"

"Didn't she say that?" Haoxuan seemed to be thinking back, saying that he wished he were their son. "Aunt Ji really likes you, you must keep it up, don't ruin your shining image." She had said last time that if you didn't want me, she would take me as her son—Mom, your competitor is here, you'd better treat me well, or I might run away. Yanrong thought that Ji Qin really wanted to steal her precious son! But her words still landed on her son. "You're going to rebel? I've raised you for so many years, and it's all been for nothing." Saying this, she went into the bathroom, thinking that her son was quite good, with a good personality, helpful, and good grades. Who wouldn't like him?

Haoxuan had obviously already taken a shower. The floor was wet, and his clothes were still on the small basket; he was truly lazy at home but diligent at work outside.

Yanrong took off her clothes, turned on the water, and before the steam filled the room, she suddenly saw herself in the misty mirror. She had an urge to take a good look at her body, so she quickly turned off the water and wiped the mirror with a towel. Her reflection was clearly displayed before her.

Even as she aged, Yanrong sighed. Though she applied makeup and people still commented on her youthful appearance, her body didn't lie; she had flabby skin around her waist. "A hula hoop," she thought, "it's an unpleasant way to describe it, but it's certainly an apt description." Thankfully, she believed she wasn't overweight for her age, but she couldn't let herself get any fatter. She couldn't stand looking at herself any longer. Her breasts were still beautiful, Yanrong had always been confident in that. Not too big, not too small. When bathing in the public bathhouse, she always felt her breasts were better than those of many women in their thirties. Theirs were either sagging like sacks or like balloons, undoubtedly shaped by men.

Hers were like two pears, full and plump. She wondered if this was related to her lingerie business, or perhaps it was because her breasts were beautiful that she chose this line of work. She just wanted to touch them. The thought of touching them stirred her heart again. When Xuewen was young, he also particularly loved his breasts, holding them in his mouth, reluctant to let go. Thinking of this, her lower body seemed to react again. Yanrong wondered, could it be that she wanted it? When was the last time? The last time was in April when Xuewen came back, damn it, it's been almost two months. Yanrong didn't think she usually wanted it that much, maybe it was because of what Binglan said tonight.

Her gaze lingered on her genitals, hairless. At least, no hair was visible. She once thought it was beautiful, but when she went to the bathhouse with her friends, they laughed at her. Some knowledgeable people said it was a "white tiger," meaning she was very horny. Everyone laughed at her even more. At that time, she was still a young woman, not yet married, but she was so embarrassed by the comments that she didn't dare to go to the bathhouse with them for a while. Later, after she got married, she wondered if being hairless meant she could be horny? She wasn't sure. At first, she didn't feel it, but in the last two or three years, she had indeed felt a little anxious sometimes. Xuewen wasn't very horny before, and he was even less so after forty. She rarely wanted it, but the man didn't want it much either. Even when he did, it was just a quick fling, and sometimes it really disappointed her, making her wish she hadn't done it at all.

Suddenly, the image of Mingxu's little penis, which Binglan had mentioned that afternoon, flashed into her mind—hard, like a club. What would it feel like to have something like that inside her? Even this fleeting thought made her vagina feel like it was boiling over, overflowing with fluid. She felt her breathing become heavy, and her vagina grew increasingly itchy. She wiped her face with her hand, wiping away the fluid. She bit her lip, trying to calm herself down. How could she do this? This afternoon, she thought it was an absurd, foolish thought. How could she do such a thing? And tonight, while showering, she even fantasized about such things—how shameless! How could I be so shameless! He's still a child.

Yanrong's gaze left the mirror, and suddenly she noticed that Haoxuan's underwear was peeking out from behind her bra and panties on the shelf. A boy. What did a boy smell like? She had never really paid attention before. As if bewitched, she picked it up and held it to her face. The unique scent of a boy was indeed right in front of her nose. She just left it there, letting it linger, trying not to think about anything, letting the scent mix with the vaginal fluid…

The feeling of a penis inside her vagina! Xue Wen's face, Ming Xu's face, Hao Xuan's face flashed before her eyes like a movie. This was a huge shock! She woke up immediately? What am I doing? What am I thinking? What's wrong with me? I was holding my son's underwear, my mind still on doing that with the young man. Who was that young man in my mind just now? There was Ming Xu, and even Hao Xuan! My God!

Yan Rong leaned against the wall, feeling guilty! Was her life ruined by Li Binglan? She reached out and turned on the tap, letting the water run, running...

Chapter 3 She

woke up groggily from her dream, looked at the clock, it was 5:30.

Every morning she was afraid of waking up too late and not being able to wake Hao Xuan, so she set an alarm for 6:00. But for the past two months, she had been waking up around 5:30 every day. Everyone says that older people wake up early in the morning, am I considered old now?

I don't know when I fell asleep last night, my mind filled with jumbled dreams. I tried to remember something, but couldn't recall anything at all. Yanrong got up and quickly put her hair up in front of the mirror. She washed her face, brushed her teeth, and put out some steamed buns. It wasn't even six o'clock yet. Yanrong wanted her child to sleep a little longer, so she usually didn't wake Haoxuan until 6:15. Usually, when she called him, he would toss and turn and stay put. This morning, she thought she might as well wake him earlier.

When she entered the room, Haoxuan was lying sprawled out, his books piled on the table. What an undisciplined child.

She tiptoed into the room—perhaps it was a habit—to tidy up the books on the table. As she tidied, she noticed that the drawer next to the desk wasn't closed properly. A magazine cover caught her eye. She thought it was colorful and, whether out of curiosity or just wanting to peek, she opened the drawer. Before opening the drawer, she hadn't really thought about what kind of magazine it would be, but once she opened it, she clearly saw on the cover a woman, and a naked woman at that. —My God!

The woman was naked, her two large, white breasts were erect, her legs were spread apart, revealing her vulva, covered in dark hair. The magazine was written in traditional Chinese characters, some of which she didn't recognize, but she recognized the phrase "open vulva"... Her mind went even more hazy, and she felt a little lost. She didn't even dare to take the magazine out and flip through it; she didn't know what else she might see.

Turning back to wake the naughty boy, she suddenly saw something even more arousing. Haoxuan's underwear was bulging, oh my god! She didn't know if he was already like this when she came in, she hadn't even noticed, or if he had just gotten hard. But now he was definitely hard. My God, looking along the bulging briefs, there was even hair on his thighs.

This kid has really grown up.

Her heart was pounding, but she felt relatively calm because she was thinking: What should I do? What to do now? Should I yell at him, scold him, but what should I scold him for? Why is he reading these books? Where did they come from? Yes, yes, these are questions I absolutely must ask. And then what? Cry? Tell him how he doesn't cherish the opportunity to learn, how he's gone astray, how he's broken his mother's heart! What will happen to this child? He doesn't seem as rebellious these past two years, but he definitely had a bad temper and seemed quite stubborn a couple of years ago. What if, what if he gives up on himself?

No, he won't give up on himself, Haoxuan won't do that, but what if he runs away from home? I always hear about children who run away after being scolded by their parents, never to return for years, their families searching everywhere but finding nothing. My God, this child can't run away, what will I do if he does? I only have this one son, he's my whole life. Especially yesterday when he said, "Mom, you have to be nicer to me, or I'll run away," those words sound so harsh now!

What should I do? Yanrong had never felt her brain working so fast as it did now. No, don't rush. Just stay calm and deal with it as it is now. Once you've calmed down, you can talk to him properly. She took a couple of deep breaths. "I need to calm down, I need to calm down."

Then she went to the door, just like when she first entered, and patted Haoxuan's head—his little thing was still standing there, proudly erect. Yanrong felt like she had committed some crime; her face even seemed red and burning. She slapped his shoulder hard—the slap wasn't light. Haoxuan was jolted awake from his deep sleep, sitting up abruptly. He was about to say, "What are you doing? Why did you hit me so hard…" before he could finish, his mother was already gone. Haoxuan immediately felt his little brother still hard and erect. "My God, Mom didn't see that, did she?" "

Probably not."

Haoxuan turned his head and saw his desk. He immediately understood; his desk had been tidied up, meaning his mother had been in his room for a while. She must have seen it. "Oh my god, what should I do?"

His desk? Haoxuan gasped. He saw his drawer was open, and there lay the magazine—the one with the beautiful woman's picture he'd played with for so long last night, staring at him defiantly! [Gift! Human First Oil Spray Male Delay Aerosol External Long-Lasting God Oil Adult Sex Toy Anti-Premature Ejaculation Click to Enter]

This was truly terrifying!

Haoxuan felt all his blood rush to his head. It's over, it's over, he's finished.

This is truly the end.

What to do?

Should he go out?

What if he doesn't go out?

If he goes out? What awaits him?

He knew his mother; she was incredibly neurotic. Sometimes she was incredibly kind to him, practically doting on him, but other times she could be quite fierce. The image of his mother in his mind right now was almost entirely of her scolding him like a demon; he couldn't recall the image of his gentle and virtuous mother at all.

It's over, he's definitely finished this time.

A storm of criticism, his mother's tears, her sobs, her threats… these things were coming, they were coming soon.

Wait, he'll definitely ask where I got these things. I'll say they were recommended by a magazine seller, but no way! What store would do that? And they'd find out so easily. Saying I got them from Zhaolong is even worse; I can't betray my friend. Nobody will play with me then, and Zhaolong will definitely get beaten up by Aunt Ji. Absolutely not! Saying a classmate gave them to me? Which classmate? If Mom gets impulsive and goes to the school to check, and I can't say who it is, then the school will find out about me, and I'll be even more finished!

Fine, if she really asks, I won't say. I'll be defiant to the death!

Thinking this, he looked down and saw his little brother had already gone limp.

He rubbed his face dry. "Get out!"

Strangely, Mom wasn't waiting for him in the living room.

Haoxuan glanced into her room; no one was there. He heard noises from the kitchen and realized she was cooking breakfast.

What happened?

Didn't she notice?

Impossible. The drawer was open so wide; even a blind person wouldn't see it. Besides, maybe she was the one who opened it. She definitely saw it, no doubt about it.

Then what happened?

Was she not angry?

"Impossible. What are those called? In Haoxuan's own eyes, they're absolutely obscene publications. How could Mom not know? How could she not be angry?

This is absolutely impossible!

Then what happened?"

He tried calling out "Mom," but heard no reply—actually, Yanrong didn't know how to face her son either, and was frying eggs with her head down.

Haoxuan quickly rushed into the bathroom. He washed his face and brushed his teeth, then returned to the living room. Steamed buns, eggs, and porridge were on the table.

But his mother wasn't there. He looked into her bedroom and, through the crack in the door, saw his mother lying with her back to him. "

Mom, what's wrong?" Haoxuan didn't dare go in. "

I—I'm a little tired. You eat quickly, then go to school." Haoxuan replied, finishing his meal at an unprecedented speed, then said, "Mom, I'm leaving," and disappeared.

Chapter 4

Yan Rong arrived at her small shop on Changshun Street at ten o'clock. Xiao Ma was tidying up the clothes hanging on the racks.

Changshun Street is a famous commercial street in Gucheng. Famous, yes, but "former" might be more accurate.

Because the things sold on Changshun Street—mainly clothes—aren't very high-end. Now, several large shopping malls in Dongyang District sell big brands, overshadowing Changshun Street. However, Changshun Street remains a must-visit shopping destination for many middle-aged and elderly people in Gucheng, and because the items are inexpensive, it still attracts many shoppers.

Yan Rong's shop is an underwear store, mainly selling women's underwear. The shop has been open for about six or seven years. Business wasn't good at first, then it improved, and she made some money. Later, business slowed down again, but then Hao Xuan was about to start high school, so she didn't pay much attention to the business, planning to work hard for a few more years after Hao Xuan went to university.

Business isn't great right now, but it's not bad either. She still makes some money each month, much better than before at the knitting factory. Yanrong isn't greedy and is quite content. Binglan and the others often say she's not ambitious enough and doesn't seem like a businessperson.

Yanrong really just wanted to earn enough to eat, send her son to university, and eventually get married. She didn't have any grand ambitions. So she clearly defined her tasks: take care of her son first, and then focus on the business. Even so, she still feels guilty sometimes when the shop gets busy and she neglects Haoxuan's meals.

Thankfully, Xiao Ma has been helping her a lot. He's from a small town, but he's incredibly hardworking in the city, better than many hired workers. The surrounding shops all say they want Xiao Ma to work for them next year, offering him more money. Yanrong smiles, and Xiao Ma smiles too.

Xiao Ma, whose real name is Ma Jianqin, has worked at the shop for two or three years. The two are as close as sisters. Actually, Xiao Ma is around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, and her child is already in elementary school. She came to the shop through an introduction from Cao Zhicheng, the deputy director of the Changshun Street Industrial and Commercial Bureau, who oversees this area; she's his nephew's wife. So she calls him "Auntie" whenever she comes, even though Yanrong doesn't allow it. Sometimes Haoxuan comes to the shop, and Yanrong tells her son to call her "Auntie Ma," but thinking the family hierarchy is a bit messy,

she'll just leave it at that. After being shocked by Haoxuan that morning, Yanrong was a little dazed. She stayed home for half a day before going out.

She had a vague sense of fear, wondering what would happen to her child if things continued like this. Reading pornographic books in high school—the thought terrified her. Suddenly

, a question occurred to her. Where did this child get these things? Xiao Ma saw her enter the shop looking distracted, put down the rag she was carrying, and took her bag. "Auntie, my uncle came to see you earlier." Yanrong nodded in agreement. Then she turned back to her son.

How should she manage a child this age? She couldn't hit him, and what could she say? Binglan explained yesterday that what happened to Mingxu had now happened to Haoxuan. This wasn't a coincidence, and it certainly couldn't be the first time. So, did Haoxuan have these thoughts before?

A chill ran down Yanrong's spine. Just a few dozen hours ago, she had thought Haoxuan was a complete child. Had he already thought about these things? Had he done anything wrong?

She suddenly remembered how she sometimes dressed casually at home. She even brought home women's bras and other things from the store, wearing the pretty ones herself, and even asking Haoxuan twice if they looked good. What kind of look did Haoxuan give her then?

My God!

Seventeen! Haoxuan is only seventeen. Could he be this bad? Seventeen

isn't exactly young. She looked at Xiaoma, who was busy in front of her. Xiaoma was only in his early twenties, and his child was already in elementary school. He was probably around twenty when he got married. In the countryside, it was quite normal to get married at seventeen or eighteen. In other words, Haoxuan's behavior was normal.

Sometimes people need self-comfort. Thinking this way, she felt a little better. She hurriedly told Xiao Ma to come and sit down. Xiao Ma felt she was acting strangely today, so she sat down. "

How old are you this year? Your son is eight." "So you had him when you were twenty?" "Yes, why?" Xiao Ma was a little taken aback by the question. The boss should know these things, why was she asking again? "

When did your Yu Xi get married?" Xiao Ma was completely confused. "18." "Get married at 18?" Xiao Ma saw a hint of surprise flash across Yan Rong's face, and suddenly realized that she was probably asking about her son, so she felt relieved. "

18 isn't old in the countryside, there are plenty of kids who get married at 16." "How could you get married so young? The government would handle it?" "Why wouldn't they handle it?" "Give them some gifts and they'll handle it. It's not just one or two, it's all like that."

Xiao Ma laughed at her naiveté. "

Why did you get married so early?" "Early, but not really early. Rural kids go to junior high. Some don't even go to junior high, they're at home at fourteen or fifteen, what else are they going to do if they don't get married?" In the countryside, unlike in the city, children move from one family to another, and marriage ties them down. Take Yuxi in my family, for example. He got married at eighteen, had a child at nineteen, and didn't need him to take care of the child. Two years later, nothing was delayed; he went out to work. "Does getting married at sixteen or seventeen mean you know everything?" Yanrong asked cautiously.

Xiao Ma understood the implication and couldn't help but laugh. "Auntie," he said, "you really live in the city; you don't understand the countryside at all. Sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys are tall and strong in the city. They've worked the farm for two or three years in the countryside; aren't they all as robust as a hawk? You don't need to learn that stuff; everyone's seen their parents do it." Yanrong was stunned.

Xiao Ma calmly continued, explaining that rural people don't have much to do. After finishing farm work, they play cards or gamble. In previous years, there weren't many jobs available. They didn't want to turn on the lights at night, so they just slept on the kang (heated brick bed). Of course, they did something. It's normal for a grown-up to stumble upon such things. So, in the countryside, it's not a big deal; you don't need to learn it." Xiao Ma suddenly asked Aunt Yanrong with great interest, "Is Haoxuan dating anyone?" Yanrong felt much better after hearing Xiao Ma's explanation; it seemed Haoxuan was normal after all. She casually said no, but she felt Haoxuan had been acting a bit strangely lately. "Strangely? He's of age. Where we're from, he should be married by now,"

Xiao Ma teased her.

"Married? He's still in school. They said on TV that men and women are different. Women in their teens and twenties don't think about sex at all; they only start thinking about it after they turn thirty. Men are the opposite; they think about it every day in their teens and twenties, but after thirty, they stop thinking about it. So it's normal for Haoxuan to be thinking about this at his age!" Xiao Ma shared her observations from TV a few days ago.

Yanrong had actually heard this before, and it seemed to make sense in reality.

Seeing that Yanrong didn't respond, Xiao Ma thought she didn't believe him, so he quickly said, "Auntie, don't laugh at me, but when our Yuxi first started out, he would come twice a day. Now, he's twenty-seven, and he works away from home, so we only see each other a few times a year. When we do meet, we're all affectionate, but it's over quickly, and then he says he's tired and won't come again for a day or two.

That's how men are; they don't think about it anymore when they get older." "And you, at your age, do you want to?" Yanrong noticed that Xiao Ma's eyes were shining as he said this, full of longing and anticipation for a better life. She just teased him. "

I really didn't want to before, but these past two years I've actually started to miss him a little." "Never mind, Auntie, I won't say anymore. It's embarrassing to say it." Xiao Ma actually blushed.

"What's so embarrassing? We've been married for so many years. Besides, it's just the two of us sisters, what's there to be afraid of?" Xiao Ma changed the subject. "It's normal for Haoxuan to want a partner at his age, isn't that normal?" "Normal!" Yan Rong said, seemingly to herself. "I'm afraid something might happen." Xiao Ma wholeheartedly agreed. "Yes, he got pregnant before he could go to school. But at that age, in our area, he should be stuck in a cornfield." "Go away. He's not your son, don't talk so casually." "Auntie, if my Niu Niu could be as successful as Haoxuan, I'd be burning incense in gratitude." Yan Rong stood up. "Successful, I really hope he's successful!" Xiao Ma called out to her aunt, "Do you want to?" "What do you want?" She turned around and saw Xiao Ma's innocent yet slightly mischievous smile, and knew what she meant. "I'm already old, an old woman. Why would I think about those things!" "Not at all?" "Really not—sometimes I do, but what good would it do? You wait for your husband to come back from work, and I, a woman, can't wait for him." She looked at Xiao Ma reproachfully.

"I knew you were thinking about it. Judging from your demeanor and attire, I can tell you're a woman who wants a good life. Auntie, haven't you thought about finding someone else?" "No, and I don't want to. Haoxuan is still in his second year of high school, about to take the college entrance exam. How could I have the time for that?" "My uncle came to the shop today." Xiao Ma suddenly blurted out.

Yan Rong heard it clearly, and what did that mean? Her mind raced. "Come on in, let's see if you're really looking at me. Don't you think he's been coming almost every day for the past two weeks?" Xiao Ma's gossipy nature kicked in again. "

You're his nephew's wife, who else would he look at if not you? Could it be Cao Zhicheng looking at her?" That face quickly flashed before her eyes. He must be around fifty years old, thankfully not bald, but with quite a few wrinkles on his face, and not very big eyes, but he's still quite easy to talk to and very warm-hearted. "He's interested in me?" "He

came to see you, of course." Xiao Ma said with a sense of accomplishment, like revealing the answer to a mystery. "How about it, what's my uncle like?" Yan Rong pushed her away, frowning, and said, "Go on, get to work!" "Don't take it personally, he hasn't been acting normally these past few days. I can tell. He showed up this morning, but left as soon as you weren't there. I bet he'll come back before lunch." Xiao Ma picked up her rag with a smug look.

Chapter 5

When Hao Xuan returned home, his mother wasn't back yet. He felt relieved. He went back inside and took out the magazine from under the mat; he needed to return it to Zhao Long immediately. To be honest, he had only just started reading the magazine. Although the women in it weren't particularly attractive, the objects were things he had never seen before. He felt like he had dreamt of being intimate with these women last night, and the image was still vivid in his mind this morning. But his mother's shout had prevented him from fully appreciating it.

Return it, return it quickly, lest something else happens.

Why didn't his mother scold him this morning? This was something Hao Xuan had been pondering all day. Did she not see it?

Unlikely. Did she tolerate such a thing? Also unlikely. What parent would tolerate their son reading such things?

Most likely, his mother was giving him a second chance. If he made the same mistake again, she would punish him severely.

Yes, that must be what she was thinking.

So, he decided to change it.

Haoxuan removed the cover from his geography book and carefully wrapped it around the magazine—he was afraid Aunt Ji would find out. He also took a few magazines from his bookshelf and sandwiched the little yellow book between them. He knew Zhaolong wouldn't be home. But as long as the book was at his house, it was safer than keeping it at his own.

Aunt Ji opened the door.

In Haoxuan's eyes, Aunt Ji always seemed listless. He couldn't tell if it was because of a bad mood or poor health, and since she was rather thin, she never seemed particularly energetic, unlike his mother. Although his mother wasn't a very cheerful person, at least she could laugh loudly sometimes and criticize him loudly. Aunt Ji almost never raised her voice, and he had never even seen her criticize Zhaolong. To be honest, Haoxuan envied her. How wonderful it would be if his mother didn't nag, didn't nag, and didn't keep an eye on him.

Mom had talked about Aunt Ji before, saying that the divorce was a huge blow to her. Then her workplace wasn't doing well, so she stopped working and stayed home all day, which made her sick. Later, her husband remarried, shattering her hopes for reconciliation. And when Zhaolong ran away from his father's place, he wasn't doing anything productive, leaving Ji Qin with no hope left. It seems Ji Qin has a very hard life. But according to Yan Rong's opinion, divorce is divorce, why even think about remarriage? Ji Qin isn't physically ill, she's mentally ill. But then again, being a woman isn't easy!

When Hao Xuan knocked on the door, Ji Qin was at home, lost in thought. She had many worries, but none of them could be resolved, so she could only stare blankly. She felt she was spacing out more and more often this year; was it a sign of getting old? She was 45 already, and thinking about it, women really do get old at this age. The more she thought about it, the more depressed she became.

She recognized Hao Xuan's knocking voice. Not many people knocked on the door; Haoxuan was the most frequent customer. Haoxuan was a very well-behaved child, always knocking politely and speaking slowly and methodically. He was also quite handsome and strong, and most importantly, obedient. Sometimes, she even envied Yanrong, wondering how she could be so lucky to have such a good child. Zhaolong had been mischievous since childhood and was still not behaving properly as an adult; they couldn't compare.

Haoxuan noticed that Aunt Ji was wearing her usual floral nightgown, but perhaps stimulated by the erotic book she had read yesterday, he keenly noticed that Aunt Ji seemed to be without a bra. He could clearly see two nipples protruding from the nightgown. He immediately felt his face turn red, and his little brother felt like it was about to burst out through his jeans.

Ji Qin said, "Haoxuan, you're home from school. Come in and sit down. I was looking for Zhaolong; the shop is busy every day. I've come to return the books to him." Haoxuan deliberately pushed the pile of magazines forward.

Ji Qin didn't take them; she put them in his room. I didn't touch his things. As soon as I put them away, he said he couldn't find them and started arguing with me. Haoxuan quickly went into Zhaolong's room, put his things in a hidden place, and hurried out to the living room.

Ji Qin didn't realize she was dressed too casually, nor did she notice Haoxuan's awkwardness. She poured a glass of water and placed it on the table. "Your mother isn't back?" "No, she probably went to the shop." "Are you eating here tonight?" Haoxuan often ate at home. Before Zhaolong went to work, they ate together at home. Now that Zhaolong is working, Haoxuan sometimes eats here too. Ji Qin didn't think anything of it, because having another person to eat with was better. Otherwise, she was alone all day long, and sometimes she didn't even want to cook. With a child around, she had to cook something. "

She's not here anymore." "My mother should be back tonight." Haoxuan tried to control himself from looking at Aunt Ji, but those two prominent nipples seemed to involuntarily creep into his eyes. He involuntarily swallowed. "

What time will she be back? Will she cook when she gets back?" Ji Qin really wanted him to stay. "

I don't know. If she's late, I'll buy her some food." "I'm not eating here. I still have a lot of homework." Actually, he didn't dare sit down any longer. His heart was pounding wildly. If he sat for too long, people would notice something was wrong. Besides, he had just made a mistake yesterday, and he wanted to hurry home and act like a good boy for his mother. Haoxuan stood up.

"Zhaolong doesn't put half the effort into comparing these two kids," Ji Qin said sincerely. It's infuriating that her own son can't even finish high school. "Yes, he's in his second year of high school, and he'll take the exam next year." "Okay, go home and study." Haoxuan went to open the door,

but Ji Qin called him back to take some cookies and eat them if he got hungry. She squatted down and looked in the glass cabinet. Haoxuan had already left, and his voice carried back, "Aunt Ji, we have some too." When Yanrong arrived home, Haoxuan was pretending to read, but Yanrong was still relieved. "

Have you eaten?" Yanrong asked.

"No, I was waiting for you." Haoxuan stood up and left his room. "

I thought you ate at Zhaolong's house again." No—Aunt Ji asked me to stay, but I wasn't there. I said I was going home to read. Haoxuan was trying to please his mother.

Oh, you went to his house again this afternoon? That's impressive, going there every day. Yanrong almost said, "So you're really going to be someone's son?" but she didn't say it, afraid it would come true.

"No way, I'm not going to be anyone else's son. I'm Mom's son." Hao Xuan himself felt that saying this was a bit coquettish, but it seemed to be the most appropriate way. He simply let himself return to the era when he could be coquettish, and so he affectionately hugged his mother's neck.

Yan Rong was startled by her son's hug, a strong masculine scent wafted over her, but then she thought that it was her son and felt quite pleased. After all, he was her son, and she wasn't siding with outsiders. But she still scolded him playfully, "Your Aunt Ji often cooks you delicious food, and you still go there every day." This playful expression made Hao Xuan feel that his mother was still very good to him and hadn't been affected by last night's incident. So he quickly declared, "Mom, sometimes I don't come home at night, so I eat there, even if it's not good. If you come home and cook, I'll eat at home. I love your cooking." "Get lost, you're just talking nonsense." Yan Rong was pleased to hear this, but still pretended to be angry.

Hao Xuan held onto his mother's hand tightly.

"Sigh, honestly, son, is Mom better to you, or is your Aunt Ji better to you?" "Of course, it's Mom." Haoxuan suddenly kissed his mother on the cheek. "So sweet!"

Yanrong was startled, her face burning. She thought of Mingxu, and a chill ran down her spine. "Get down there! How old are you? Still so clingy!" Haoxuan was also startled, realizing he might have gone too far with his affection. He retorted, "What's wrong with kissing my mother? It's not like I'm behaving like a hooligan in the street." "What have you been reporting to me lately?" Yanrong was trying to change the subject while also trying to get some information out of him.

Haoxuan was prepared. "Nothing much, oh right, I have exams at the end of the month. Four subjects." Yanrong didn't know how to continue the conversation, remaining skeptical. "Nothing much? What's wrong?" His feigned calmness made Yanrong unsure. Her child was so old, so obedient, and she was divorced. How could she treat her son? Thinking this, she immediately felt a surge of affection, pulled her son's head close, and kissed him on the cheek. "You have to tell Mom if you have something to say." Haoxuan smiled mischievously, his scheme working.

In that instant, Yan Rong suddenly thought of someone: Cao Zhicheng. Just as Xiao Ma had predicted, he had come again that morning. She hadn't paid attention before, assuming he was just there to look after her nephew's wife. But today, prepared, she noticed he was indeed glancing at her every now and then. Yan Rong smiled inwardly; this older man had taken a liking to her. He had also been widowed for years, and she was divorced—could this be a predestined relationship? Whether it was a

predestined relationship or not, it depended on her son's opinion. So she quickly asked her son in a flattering tone, "Mom, if you get married, what will you think?" Hao Xuan had never intended to object, but his mother's question made him realize this was a good way to win her over. So he said, "Okay, Mom, I support you." Yan Rong thought her son was very sensible, but he couldn't be too old or ugly, or he couldn't treat her well. However, she didn't care; she was leaving next year. The key was him. If he treated her badly, she wouldn't allow it. Almost every one of these conditions was exactly what Yan Rong was worried about. She hadn't expected her son to say it all at once. Her son was truly thoughtful; he had already considered these issues.

She suddenly fell into a formal silence, holding her son's face in her hands. "Son, you are my life. If anyone treats you badly, I'll fight them to the death." Tears welled in her eyes.

This startled Haoxuan, who quickly said, "Mom, what are you doing? You're overthinking it. No matter what, I'll be with you." Yanrong wiped her tears. "Yes, we're together, mother and son."

Chapter 6:

Peaceful life is truly enjoyable. During this time, Binglan didn't come to see Yanrong. Cao Zhicheng often came to the shop, but he didn't say anything. Whenever Ma Jianqin saw her uncle, she would smile from afar, exchange a few words, and then find an excuse to leave, leaving only the two of them in the shop. Cao Zhicheng didn't say much either; he would just smoke a cigarette, make a few casual remarks, and then leave. Once, he left a box of tea in the shop without taking it with him. Yanrong asked Xiao Ma to give it to him. Xiao Ma said, "He must have given it to you. He's just too embarrassed to say so; he's not a generous person."

But Yanrong thought he was a good person, honest. At her age, she didn't expect much from a partner; she just hoped for an honest person, someone she could entrust her life to and spend the rest of her days with.

Haoxuan, on the other hand, often felt a surge of excitement. To be precise, he was stimulated by hormones, and influenced by those pornographic books, he felt a rush of desire whenever he saw a woman. So, almost every day after school, he would sit with Aunt Ji for a while, though he couldn't explain why. Sometimes Aunt Ji was scantily clad, revealing her breasts, but most of the time she was dressed quite formally, so he couldn't see anything. He was somewhat disappointed.

Back home, he secretly rummaged through his mother's wardrobe. Being in that line of work, there were all sorts of underwear in there. He took some, touched them, smelled them, and ran to the bathroom, feeling the burning desire within him.

Then, he returned to his desk and started doing his homework.

When Yanrong returned home and saw this scene, she was naturally very satisfied.

She had never imagined that her son had been stealing her underwear, nor that he frequently read those pornographic books, and even less that he was masturbating so often. She thought her son only knew how to study, and was a cute, sometimes a little willful little boy.

One morning, Haoxuan got up early without being woken up and was washing things alone in the bathroom. Yanrong came over and saw it was underwear. She told him to put it down, and he put it down with a red face and went to eat breakfast. Yanrong

knew what was going on. She remembered Xiao Ma saying that kids his age in the countryside were already married and had children, so she thought it was perfectly normal. After her son left, she picked up the clothes, and the strong smell of semen almost made her go limp.

She couldn't explain why, maybe it was because she hadn't smelled it in a long time, or maybe it was because it was her son's underwear.

She could feel her face flush and her heart pounding.

Binglan had asked her that day if she wanted to do that kind of thing, and Xiao Ma had also asked her if she wanted to do that kind of thing. Actually, she didn't know if she wanted to or not. But what Binglan said was right. We're in business, what kind of powerful people are we? Powerful or not, we're still women! Sometimes at night, I really wish there was someone next to me. How many good years does a woman have? She's 43 in a few years, and in another ten years, she'll be entering menopause, and then she won't even be a woman anymore. When she first got divorced, she thought she'd never find a man again, but after these few years of hardship, she really wants a man by her side. The ticklish feeling of a man's large hands kneading her breasts, the licking of his slightly stubble lips on her vulva, the moment his thick penis thrust into her vagina, the stimulation from her heart to her brain from the continuous thrusts, the sticky, fragrant sweat all over her body, the sense of belonging of the man panting heavily on top of her.

She felt her vagina getting wet again.

What's wrong with her? Why is she thinking about this kind of thing so much lately?

Is this considered promiscuous?

Xiao Ma said women in their thirties and forties have the strongest desires, and some say women with pubic hair have the strongest desires. Okay, she has it all. She wants it so much now, what about later? How many more years will she have to endure? Can she even endure it? Isn't this too cruel?

Endure my ass! Yan Rong seemed to have made up her mind. She'd already wronged herself; she absolutely had to find someone to settle down with. She'd have to choose—it didn't have to be Cao Zhicheng, but someone good to her and her son, and of course, capable. She couldn't just find some old man to fawn over and then be done with. "Can't I be a fulfilling woman?"

This decision filled her with strength; she seemed to have found her direction in life.

But then she thought about her age, and suddenly remembered Mingxu. What about what Binglan had told her? The question was terrifying; she hadn't even dared to think about it. Agree to her? How could she do something so shameful? How would Binglan see her then? What would she be to Mingxu? And Haoxuan—how could she even look at Haoxuan?

She couldn't agree!

But if she didn't agree, could she just stand by and watch Binglan and her son continue down this wrong path? Yanrong didn't even dare to imagine the longing in Binglan's eyes. If she were in that situation, wouldn't she need to find someone close to help her? Binglan had said that if Haoxuan ever needed anything, he should contact her. —Haoxuan would be fine, and besides, she couldn't let such a big woman do that kind of thing—but what if? Haoxuan's underwear was in her hand, the smell of semen still so strong. Who knew what this impulsive kid was thinking? Most importantly, Binglan's words flashed through Yanrong's mind: Mingxu's little brother was really big, hard as a club, my god, so long and hard, young man, just thinking about that thick, long shape, thinking about that tender glans. No, her vagina was starting to get wet again.

Damn it, damn it, thinking about a child!

Yanrong quickly rubbed the underwear in her hand. The moment she stepped out of the bathroom, she made up her mind: she would never go to Binglan again, and she'd see when Binglan would come looking for her. Almost ten days had passed; perhaps she had another plan.

Chapter 7:

Peaceful life is always quickly shattered.

It was late June, around eleven o'clock. Haoxuan was working on numerous mock exams before his final exams. He heard a knock at the door, the sound quite urgent. Yanrong, who

was watching TV inside, came downstairs, still wearing her coat, and asked, "Who is it, Auntie? It's Zhaolong." Yanrong opened the door. "So late? What's wrong?" Zhaolong looked very nervous. "Is Haoxuan home?" Haoxuan also found it strange; he'd never come looking for him this late before. After leaving the room, Zhaolong saw her and said, "Come to my house for a bit, I have something to discuss." "Something happened?" Yanrong was also very nervous; this little thing couldn't be a small matter. "

Nothing much, just need Haoxuan to speak with my mother." The words were casual, but the tone was very urgent. "

Haoxuan, have you gotten into trouble?" Yanrong immediately wondered if Haoxuan had done something bad at their house these past few days.

Before Haoxuan could speak, Zhaolong interrupted, saying, "No, no, Auntie, it's just that something came up. I have to go out for a few days. I'll have to ask you and Haoxuan to look after the house." He then grabbed Haoxuan and rushed out the door, running downstairs. Yanrong was left staring blankly at their retreating figures.

Inside Zhaolong's house, Jiqin was crying.

Zhaolong closed the door, ignoring his mother, and said to Haoxuan, "Haoxuan, something happened to me. I

have to go out for a while. Please take good care of my mother." Yanrong was stunned.

This had happened so suddenly; what was going on? She couldn't even ask a question. "

Brother probably hit someone today. They were badly injured. All my friends ran away. I'm going home to pack some things and go hide for a few days." Jiqin sobbed even louder, burying her face in her arms on the table.

Haoxuan had never seen Aunt Ji laugh so loudly, let alone cry so bitterly; she always had a very serene expression. Seeing her distressed state today, I felt even more helpless. She said listlessly, "Okay, I'll take care of Aunt Ji." "You think you can run away?" "Where to?" Ji Qin's voice cracked. "

Mom, if I don't run now, I really won't be able to escape. They'll definitely come to the house to arrest me by tomorrow morning at the latest. I have to go."

Her things were clearly packed; a backpack was left on the sofa. "

Where are you going?" "I don't know, I haven't thought about it yet. I'll go find my dad first, get some money, and we'll talk about it later." Zhao Long frowned, looking at his mother. "I'm such a bastard, I didn't do anything right, and this happened." Ji Qin glared fiercely at her son, "You're a damn bastard!" She squeezed out each word from between her teeth, a heartfelt curse! "

So, I know, I'm no good." Turning to Hao Xuan, she said, "Hao Xuan, my mom likes you the most. You're better than me. Take good care of my mom." Looking at Ji Qin, who was crying again, she turned back and said, "Thank you."

"There's some heavy work around the house, could you help her with that? Hey, I won't be here for a few years, so just consider me your real mother!" As

she opened the door to leave, Yan Rong was about to come in. Zhao Long shouted and rushed out the door.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Yan Rong was worried and didn't know what had happened, so she quickly came down to ask.

Ji Qin rushed to the door, looking at the hallway. "That damned Zhao Long is long gone, that beast! How could I have given birth to such a beast!" Ji Qin closed the door; she didn't want to make a scene. Wiping away her tears, she said to Yan Rong, "How am I going to live the rest of my life?" Then she buried her face in her hands and cried again.

Hao Xuan didn't remember how he got home, only that he slept terribly that night, his mind filled with scenes of chasing, running, and being caught. He was even more drowsy in class the next day. In the afternoon after school, he went to Zhao Long's house, but no one was home. He didn't know where Aunt Ji had gone. He had no choice but to go home.

His mother was home, which was unexpected.

He put down his schoolbag and plopped down on the sofa. "

What happened? What's going on?" "What happened? This is serious!" Yanrong brought her son a glass of water and carefully recounted the information she had gathered from various gossip sources.

The gist of the story was: Zhaolong worked at a well-known hair salon in Gucheng, frequented by fashionable young people. A few troublemakers often came to get their hair styled, and Zhaolong started hanging out with them, sometimes going out to eat and play games with them. In short, he became a shady character himself.

Last night, Zhaolong said he had hit someone, which was true, but he didn't say why, because he was afraid to tell his mother. Last night, they were doing something bad in a foot massage parlor in Xishan District—in Gucheng, foot massage parlors are brothels for that kind of thing—Zhaolong's group probably got into an argument with someone nearby over a prostitute, and somehow it escalated into a fight. Zhaolong's group had more people and had been drinking, so they trapped the other person inside and beat him almost to death before fleeing.

Zhaolong wasn't just a bystander here. If that person dies, he'll be one of the murderers.

This child, so young. Yan Rong sighed deeply.

Hao Xuan, inexperienced in society, was momentarily stunned by the news.

Yan Rong got up to cook dinner in the kitchen. His mother has truly suffered… Hao Xuan then remembered Aunt Ji wasn't home, saying, "I just knocked on the door, but Aunt Ji wasn't home." "She left," Yan Rong said. "

Left? Where did she go?" Surprised, Hao Xuan even felt a sense of responsibility. "Where did she go?

How could she stay here? Everyone's gossiping; who can stand being pointed at and talked about?" "

You're too young to understand." "She went back to the mining area. She still has her old house there; nobody knows about this there, so she'll be better off." Yan Rong looked at her son. "I was always worried about you and Zhao Long being together; look what happened now."

"He—you wouldn't have ended up like him, would you?" Yan Rong's worry was somewhat inexplicable. Hao Xuan's heart tightened; no wonder Zhao Long could get those kinds of books—he had connections outside and was even doing bad things. But she still insisted, "No way! I only see him twice a week. Besides, I go to school and come home every day. Who would I go to talk to?" Yanrong knew that Haoxuan was obviously different from Zhaolong, but she still earnestly told Haoxuan, "You have to take good care of yourself. What if something happens to you, and I end up like your Aunt Ji? What will I do?" Haoxuan did feel that this was a huge blow to Aunt Ji. It was already unfortunate, but this incident was the worst of the worst.

He couldn't let his mother end up like that.

"Mom, don't worry, I'll be fine. I'll stay with you for the rest of my life." Yanrong looked at her son, her eyes clear and innocent. She smiled with relief. "

It's just that Aunt Ji is so pitiful. Will she be alright all by herself?" "I thought about it. I was the one who persuaded her to leave. Things are more likely to happen here. Going back there, she won't hear or see anything. Out of sight, out of mind. Maybe she'll be able to get over it sooner." "I meant I was afraid she might do something rash." Haoxuan seemed to be acting like a little adult at this moment.

Looking at her son's earnest expression, Yanrong thought he was a kind and responsible young man. She truly felt how fortunate it was to have him as her son; how terrible it would be if she were stuck with a scoundrel like Zhaolong! However, she didn't praise him out loud. "Haoxuan, you really didn't disappoint your Aunt Ji's doting on you; you're so thoughtful." Haoxuan, seeing his mother's kind smile, quickly explained, "I mean—I'm really afraid she can't handle it, that something else might happen." Actually, Haoxuan was indeed worried about Ji Qin. She wasn't very outgoing and tended to keep things bottled up, and the series of misfortunes in their family were all bad.

Zhaolong's escape after committing a crime—could this be the last straw for her? More importantly, Zhaolong's entrustment of him before leaving instilled a strong sense of responsibility in him; he felt obligated to protect this fragile woman who had suffered so many blows. Yanrong was

also a little worried. This woman was in the old house in the mining area, with no one to look after her. What if she couldn't think straight and committed suicide? That would be terrible. To put it bluntly, even if someone died in the house, no one might know. So, looking at Haoxuan, she said, "Haoxuan, don't you have your exams next week? You'll have a few days off afterward. Go stay with Aunt Ji for a few days and keep her company." Haoxuan wanted to find her now, but he couldn't. This was probably the most feasible way, but he wouldn't have time until next Friday, a total of 10 days. He hoped Aunt Ji wouldn't have any problems during those 10 days. He was now a high school sophomore, and his vacation was very short, only four or five days, before he had to start his senior year classes. How could he possibly get her back on track and rekindle her hope for life in those four or five days? The best solution was to have her come back to the city; that way, it would be easier to take care of her.

That was the only way.

Chapter 8 :

The Zhaolong incident also had a significant impact on Yanrong.

Haoxuan spent most of his time at school, his mind preoccupied with studies, which distracted him. But Yanrong was a mother who learned a great deal from this incident.

Zhaolong wasn't exactly a troublemaker; it was just that he hung out with those hooligans that led to his current predicament. At seventeen or eighteen, it's easy to be attracted to bad things and go astray.

Zhaolong's change is undoubtedly related to his parents. His parents divorced, he was given to his father, who later remarried. His stepmother reportedly treated him badly, so he ran away to live with his mother. His mother couldn't control him, so family stability is crucial for a child.

The problem is, isn't her own family similar? She and his father divorced not long ago, and Haoxuan thankfully grew up by her side, without suffering any hardship. But he also never truly experienced the warmth of a family.

If only things were like before. Or maybe he should get married and start a new family—that's one solution. But she worries, what if his new father doesn't like Haoxuan and mistreats him? Good heavens, this is a very complicated and terrifying possibility; she can't think about it too much.

Her thoughts returned to Zhaolong, and she noticed a detail in the plan: Zhaolong actually went to a foot massage parlor to find prostitutes. This was an unbelievable detail for Yanrong; how could such a young child do such a thing?

She remembered what Xiao Ma had said: "Men and women are different. Men in their teens and twenties think about this all the time." He also said that men at that age—more accurately, boys—are in their best physical condition, full of inexhaustible energy, and their sexual desires are extremely strong.

She couldn't help but think of Mingxu.

A jolt ran through her.

Both Zhaolong and Mingxu were eighteen or nineteen years old, people close to her, and both had abnormal thoughts and actions. How could they go to prostitutes? How could they do this to their own mother! Yan Rong couldn't analyze whether the former violated morality or the latter violated ethics, but she knew both were heinous acts. She

hoped Haoxuan wouldn't do the same!

But just two days ago, she had washed Haoxuan's underwear after he had masturbated. What did that mean? It meant the boy had a strong need in that area!

My God, this was a big deal. She couldn't tolerate her precious son going to prostitutes like Zhaolong, committing crimes, and then leaving her. Of course, she couldn't agree to it, nor could she allow it to cause any problems. She suddenly remembered Binglan's actions. Wasn't Binglan also caught in this contradiction and predicament? She could now understand why Binglan would make her and her son do that. What could he do? Should he go to a prostitute? Should she do it herself?

What should she do if Haoxuan encountered such a problem? This wasn't just idle worry; Yanrong felt it might happen in the next few days, so she had to find a solution. Perhaps she could only do what Binglan did and ask the person she trusted most to help her. Who could it be?

Xiao Ma? That was her first thought. But Xiao Ma was a girl from a small town, always thinking about her husband. Would she do such a thing? Would she dare? If she were paid, would she do it? Probably not. Xiao Ma was removed from her list.

Then it was only Binglan. Binglan definitely wouldn't refuse. Because Binglan had made this promise that day: "I'm serious, if Haoxuan has something like this tomorrow, I'll help—" But if she didn't agree to Binglan's request, would Binglan agree?

Definitely not, definitely not.

So that means she sees no other way but to agree to Binglan's request. My God, what kind of situation is this!

For her son! — Yanrong thought, she wasn't a woman without principles, but for her son, she was willing to give up her life, so what else mattered?

She made up her mind.

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/58598.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=58598&aspx=1

Previous Page : [Urban] My Girlfriend's Social Party (Complete) - 20

Next Page : [Urban] My Girlfriend's Social Party (Complete) - 22

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

[Urban] My Girlfriend's Social Party (Complete) - 23

comment Open a new window to view comments