125: Aunt Yiyun, what's wrong with you?

In the bathroom, steam billowed and swirled, like a dreamlike, ethereal veil, softly enveloping the entire space, making everything hazy and ambiguous.

“Xiao Feng’s figure is so good! And he’s so handsome!”

Zheng Yiyun licked her rosy lips, feeling a bit parched.

Her gaze was fixed on Jiang Feng in the bathtub, her eyes unmoving as if frozen in place.

The next second, her cheeks flushed crimson, like the vibrant clouds burning on the horizon.

She bit her lip slightly, with a bit too much force, causing her originally rosy lips to turn a faint white.

Even her hands were nervously fumbling, constantly tugging at the corner of her clothes.

“And, today, you fought so desperately for me against those thugs and were so seriously injured, I… I really don’t know how to repay you…”

Zheng Yiyun’s voice trembled slightly, soft like a gentle breeze rippling across a lake, creating tiny, subtle waves.

She kept muttering to herself: Jiang Feng, for my sake, actually disregarded the danger and confronted those fierce thugs… The debt of gratitude I owe him is higher than a mountain and deeper than the sea… Perhaps only by offering myself can I slightly repay this heavy debt of gratitude…

Will Jiang Feng accept me?

As soon as she thought of this, she couldn't help but scold herself internally:

“Oh no! How can I be so shameless… I clearly like Jiang Feng from the bottom of my heart, but I insist on attributing this liking to repaying a favor. How useless…”

Various alluring images kept surfacing in Zheng Yiyun’s mind, and her voluptuous body trembled uncontrollably.

The alluring and ambiguous scene before her was like a fire, burning so intensely that she was on the verge of losing control of her inner desires.

Ever since her husband passed away, she had single-handedly taken on the heavy burden of raising the sisters, Zhang Qingning and Zhang Shuya.

Although they were not related by blood, she still dedicated herself wholeheartedly, treating them like her own daughters.

For so many years, she had never thought of finding a companion; her heart felt as if it had been frozen.

But now, this unparalleled feeling, like a surging tide, instantly engulfed her, making her sink, even more intensely than when she was married!

She had never imagined that she would care for someone so deeply, loving someone to her very core.

Even though she knew this person was her best friend’s son, she still plunged into this vortex of taboo without hesitation, like a moth drawn to a flame.

She felt like a small boat lost at sea, drifting for a long, long time in the boundless ocean.

She had finally found a warm harbor, and Jiang Feng was the one guarding that harbor.

Jiang Feng’s lips curved slightly into a warm and sincere smile:

“Yi Yun Auntie, don’t say that… This isn’t your fault, it happened because of me. Besides, you are my family, of course I’ll protect you no matter what… And I believe that if I were in danger, Yi Yun Auntie, you would also do everything you could to save me!”

His voice was steady and strong, like a majestic mountain, giving a sense of security.

After all, Zheng Yiyun had always been very caring towards him, and it was only right for him to protect her.

And Jiang Feng could also feel that Zheng Yiyun had special feelings for him.

As a top-tier scoundrel, Jiang Feng only needed to slowly guide her to express these feelings.

Many people, when they first start, rush to confess, and nine out of ten times, they become cannon fodder, either becoming a small fish in the pond or a plaything for others!

Confession is not the bugle call to charge, but the flag announcing victory!

Upon hearing Jiang Feng’s words, a warm current instantly surged through Zheng Yiyun’s heart, and the blush on her cheeks deepened, like clouds dyed red by the setting sun.

She slightly raised her head, her hands unconsciously twisting together, a gesture as if she were wrestling with her nervousness.

Finally, she took a deep breath, made up her mind, and said with a trembling voice:

“Xiao Feng, you’re so good… Auntie is truly grateful to you, but… Auntie wants to know, in your heart, what is Auntie’s place…?”

Her voice grew softer and softer, almost inaudible by the end, like a tiny bee gently buzzing in one’s ear.

Her heart was pounding like a trapped rabbit, fluttering erratically, and the graceful curves of her chest rose and fell dramatically.

Zheng Yiyun had always cared deeply about her position in Jiang Feng’s heart. Today, she finally mustered the courage to ask, yet she was also afraid of hearing an answer that would disappoint her.

She didn't want to be just Jiang Feng’s family; she yearned to be that special person in his life.

At this moment, Zheng Yiyun felt like she was standing on the edge of a cliff, every step filled with uncertainty and fear, as if she might fall into a bottomless abyss if she wasn't careful.

Jiang Feng suppressed the upward curve of his lips, feigned a slightstunned, then furrowed his brows, a puzzled expression on his face.

He scratched his head, like a student pondering a difficult problem:

“This… Yi Yun Auntie, what’s wrong?”

Jiang Feng’s voice carried a hint of confusion, his tone as if he truly didn't understand why Zheng Yiyun would suddenly ask such a question.

He, of course, knew Zheng Yiyun’s implied meaning, but he was not in a hurry to clarify.

He was like an experienced chess player, waiting for the optimal moment to make his move.

Zheng Yiyun asking this certainly meant she had deeper feelings for him, and he needed to seize this opportunity well.

Tonight was the perfect night to hit a home run and completely devour Zheng Yiyun!

Upon hearing this, Zheng Yiyun’s face turned beet red, like a ripe apple.

She lowered her head, continuously fiddling with the corner of her clothes, a gesture as if she were avoiding something, her voice as faint as a mosquito’s buzz:

“I… I’m fine, I just want to know how you see me, Auntie…”

Her voice trembled slightly, as if a gentle breeze could scatter it.

She was afraid of hearing the answer she didn't want, yet she couldn't help but want to know.

Zheng Yiyun felt her heart pounding furiously, as if it would leap out of her throat.

Her heartbeat was like a beating drum, tense and rapid, striking her chest over and over again.

Jiang Feng took a deep breath, a gentle smile appearing on his face, a smile like the spring sun, warm and mild.

“Hmm… Auntie, to me, you are unique and incredibly important… After my father passed away, the burden of our family fell on my mother alone. My mother was busy with work, so she couldn’t take care of me, and I understand that…”

“But thanks to you, Auntie, you cared for me, treated me like your own child, guided me in bed, and gave me a complete middle school life… I’m truly grateful to you, Yi Yun Auntie…”

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