143: Communicate with your best friend’s son after your husband falls asleep?

The two of them propped the pillows upright at the head of the bed and leaned against them side by side.

As Jiang Feng lay on the bed, a faint scent of gardenias lingered around his nose.

It was Zheng Yiyun’s unique fragrance, a refreshing aroma that made him feel utterly comfortable, almost intoxicated by the scent:

“Auntie’s scent is so nice, just like gardenias blooming in spring.”

Zheng Yiyun lay beside him on her side, her semi-transparent silk nightgown outlining her graceful figure perfectly.

Every curve exuded the charm of a mature woman, making Jiang Feng’s mouth feel dry.

Moonlight streamed through the gaps in the sheer curtains, flowing over her fair, porcelain-like skin, casting a hazy glow around her.

Her long hair was casually scattered on the pillow, with a few playful strands hanging beside her cheek, gently trembling with her breathing.

A woman in her thirties, at the prime of her charm, with every glance and smile carrying the gentle allure of a mature woman, yet inadvertently revealing a hint of maidenly shyness, so beautiful that one couldn’t look away…

Jiang Feng deliberately shifted closer to her, his knee accidentally brushing her calf, an innocent expression on his face:

“Auntie Yi Yun… what are you going to teach me today? I’ve already learned the self-guidance from last time… this time I want to learn something new…”

In his heart, he was smirking: “Hehe, Auntie, hurry up and give me something new! I can’t wait!”

Zheng Yiyun’s face immediately turned red to her ears, alluring like a ripe apple, and she shyly lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously twisting the corner of her nightgown.

She naturally understood Jiang Feng’s meaning in her heart: “This little rascal, his mind is full of these things… it’s both embarrassing and annoying!”

“Xiao Feng… you’re not a child anymore, there are some adult matters… hmm, Auntie needs to talk to you about them…”

Zheng Yiyun’s voice was soft and gentle, like a feather tickling Jiang Feng’s heart, making his heart itch.

As she spoke, her chest rose and fell slightly, and the neckline of her nightgown slipped down, revealing her delicate collarbone and a small patch of fair skin.

Seeing this, Jiang Feng’s heart warmed, as if a fire was burning within him.

Jiang Feng deliberately blinked his clear, large eyes, putting on the guise of a naive and foolish university student:

“Auntie Yi Yun, what matters?”

However, his heart was already in turmoil.

This gentle and virtuous woman before him was his mother’s best friend, an elder who had looked after him for many years.

Now, she was preparing to teach him some “adult knowledge,” and the thought alone made his blood surge.

He felt like an explorer about to uncover a treasure.

Zheng Yiyun became even more embarrassed by his innocent gaze, the blush on her cheeks adding to her charm.

She gently bit her rosy lips, as if gathering great courage before speaking:

“It’s… it’s about matters between men and women… you’re a university student now, and you’ll inevitably meet girls you like. It’s always good to know these things in advance; you need to learn some techniques… never just start dryly…”

At this point, Zheng Yiyun suddenly got stuck.

She was a traditional woman, and although she had been married, she had no experience in these matters, let alone any techniques.

Her fingers unconsciously twisted the corner of her nightgown, her eyes darting away, her heart incredibly nervous:

“How would I know any techniques…?”

“It’s all from those dirty novels…”

At this moment, she was like a student in class suddenly asked a question she couldn’t answer, awkward and at a loss.

The thought of having to explain those embarrassing things to Jiang Feng made her heart pound as if it would leap out of her chest.

Jiang Feng didn’t know her inner thoughts, otherwise, he would surely smirk and say:

“It’s okay if you don’t understand, I do! My techniques are unparalleled; let me teach you properly!”

But at this moment, he merely pretended to nod as if he half-understood, his gaze never leaving Zheng Yiyun’s beautiful face:

“Mm… Auntie, you go ahead, I’m listening…”

He deliberately moved a little closer, able to clearly smell her scent and feel her warm breath caress his cheek.

His heart was blooming with joy: “Hehe, Auntie’s scent is so pleasant…”

Zheng Yiyun felt her cheeks grow even hotter, and she awkwardly twisted her body, like a lazy kitten.

She composed herself, forcefully suppressing the surging romantic thoughts in her heart:

“Auntie… needs to recall something, please wait a moment…”

As she spoke, she quietly opened her phone, her fingers trembling slightly from nervousness.

She kept wailing in her heart: “I must find something useful, otherwise it will be so embarrassing…”

Her fingers rapidly tapped on the keyboard, trembling as she opened the deeply hidden encrypted folder.

When the title “My Best Friend’s Son” reappeared, her cheeks were so hot they could fry an egg.

Especially when she thought of the scene she had just witnessed.

The plot of the novel seemed to come alive—her best friend’s son was right beside her, on the same bed!

She had actually read this book countless times, often taking it out to relieve boredom when she was alone.

But now, she was so nervous that her mind was blank, and she had completely forgotten the content.

She was extremely annoyed: “Oh no, I’m failing at the crucial moment; I’ll just have to review it again…”

Zheng Yiyun took a deep breath, forcing herself to focus on her phone screen.

A striking chapter title prominently appeared:

After Her Husband Fell Asleep, Secretly Communicating with Her Best Friend’s Son…

The moment she saw this title, Zheng Yiyun’s heart skipped a beat, and her breathing became more rapid.

A blush instantly spread across her pretty face, even her neck turning an alluring pink.

The pink flush even extended downwards, and her whole body began to feel hot.

This title… it was as if it was tailor-made for her and Jiang Feng…

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