Chapter 125: The Mature and Gorgeous Auntie

BOOM!

Seeing the scene before him, Yang Xun’s mind went blank.

A woman was sitting on the wet floor, her face contorted in pain. One hand braced her against the ground while the other clutched her ankle, her entire body curled into a ball.

She froze when the bathroom door was suddenly forced open and a man appeared in the doorway.

The woman was about forty years old, with a delicate, gentle oval face. Although a few fine lines had crept into the corners of her eyes and onto her forehead, they couldn’t conceal her innate beauty. Her skin was impeccably maintained—fair and smooth, with water droplets clinging to it like dewdrops on white porcelain.

Her figure was unbelievably voluptuous. She was full where she should be, curvy where she should be, yet her waist remained slender. It was hard to believe she was a forty-year-old woman.

She exuded a mature charm that young women in their twenties could never hope to imitate, no matter how hard they tried.

"AH!!"

The woman snapped to her senses and let out a frantic shriek. She threw her left arm across her chest and moved her right hand from her ankle to desperately cover the private area below. Her body coiled up, back pressed against the tiled wall, as she stared at Yang Xun in terror.

"Who are you! What are you doing in my house!!"

"Your house?"

Yang Xun paused, his gaze shifting from her incredible figure to her face. After a closer look, he recognized her instantly.

’Isn’t this Mi Ting’s mother?’

"Are you Aunt Chen?"

Yang Xun’s face lit up with pleasant surprise as he blurted out the question.

"Who are you?" Seeing that he knew her name, Chen Xiafang’s terrified expression turned to one of utter confusion. Huddled in the corner, she looked the young man up and down, but he seemed like a complete stranger.

"Aunt Chen, it’s me, Yang Xun! Don’t you recognize me?"

Yang Xun stood in the bathroom doorway, pointing to his own face with a delighted expression.

Their two families had been old neighbors for years. His parents and Chen Xiafang had been especially close, visiting each other during holidays, and their children had grown up together.

When Yang Xun was little and got scraped or bruised, Chen Xiafang was always the first one to run over and treat his wounds. And while Father Yang was still alive, he would help Chen Xiafang’s family with any heavy labor without a second thought.

But after Yang Xun’s parents passed away one after the other, he married into the Xu Family and rarely returned to Xiaoxie Village.

On top of that, Chen Xiafang had been hospitalized for over half a year with liver cirrhosis, so the two of them hadn’t seen each other in a very, very long time.

Seeing each other so suddenly, they hadn’t recognized one another at all.

"Oh, it’s you, Xiaoxun!"

Chen Xiafang finally recognized the young man before her. A look of deep, pleasant surprise filled her tear-brimmed, almond-shaped eyes, and she felt a genuine happiness welling up from the bottom of her heart.

She had always remembered the kindness the Yang Family had shown her, and she had always thought of Yang Xun as half a son to her.

But soon, she became acutely aware of her current predicament.

She was stark naked. Although her left arm shielded her chest and her right hand covered herself below, water trickled continuously down her fair skin. Her attempts at modesty were futile; large expanses of skin were still completely exposed to Yang Xun’s gaze.

"Xia... Xiaoxun, hurry and get out."

Chen Xiafang’s cheeks instantly burned crimson. Her voice was urgent and mortified, making her wish she could crawl into the cracks between the floor tiles.

"Oh, oh, oh! I’m sorry, Aunt Chen!"

Yang Xun snapped back to reality, quickly turned around, and hurried out of the bathroom, pulling the door shut behind him.

’So awkward!’

Standing outside the door, Yang Xun looked completely mortified. He scratched the back of his head, feeling incredibly regretful.

This was Aunt Chen’s house; he and his sister were just staying here. And now he’d created such an embarrassing scene. He had thought Yang Cai was in the shower and had run into trouble, so he’d broken the lock without a second thought. But it turned out to be Aunt Chen inside.

’But still... Aunt Chen’s body is so hot. It’s absolutely top-tier.’

At forty, her skin was as well-maintained as a woman in her early thirties. The places that should be full were astonishingly so. That unique voluptuousness of a mature woman was a completely different flavor from that of a young girl.

Growing up, Yang Xun had always thought Chen Xiafang was exceptionally beautiful, easily one of the most stunning women in all of Xiaoxie Village.

Back then, the men in the village would say in private that for a woman like Chen Xiafang to marry into this poor, remote place was a terrible waste.

In his ignorant youth, Yang Xun had secretly fantasized that when he grew up, he would find a wife as beautiful as Aunt Chen.

He never expected that after all these years, even after a major illness, Aunt Chen’s charm hadn’t faded in the slightest. In fact, with the passage of time, she had acquired a rich, mellow allure that she didn’t possess in her youth.

However, just as Yang Xun stood at the door lost in his wild thoughts, Chen Xiafang’s hesitant voice came from the bathroom.

"Xiaoxun, could you... come in for a second?"

"Huh?"

Yang Xun froze, then asked instinctively, "Aunt Chen, is something wrong?"

Chen Xiafang’s voice was tinged with embarrassment and distress. "I twisted my ankle just now, and I can’t really stand. Could you help me back to my room?"

"Of course!"

Without any hesitation, Yang Xun pushed the door open and walked in.

However, when he saw Chen Xiafang, he froze on the spot...

Chen Xiafang was standing under the showerhead, wrapped in a white bath towel.

But the towel was far too short, barely covering the area from her chest to the tops of her thighs. The upper half of her full, fair bosom was exposed, and below, her two long, slender, beautiful legs were completely bare.

Soaked with water, the towel clung tightly to her body, outlining every one of her sexy curves for all to see.

The most fatal part was her posture. With one foot held aloft, too scared to put it down, all her weight was on her other leg. She was leaning forward slightly, one hand braced against the wall. The wet towel kept slipping with her movements, and her other hand desperately clutched its edge, trying to both maintain her balance and prevent it from falling off completely. The whole picture was one of disheveled sexiness.

A droplet of water trickled down from her hair, ran past her collarbone, and slipped under the edge of the towel, disappearing into that deep ravine...

"GULP!!"

Gazing at the peerless beauty before him, Yang Xun’s Adam’s apple bobbed. His breathing grew ragged, and a wicked fire surged within him...