With an abrupt knock on the door, Aunt Long San stood at the doorway of Long Yu’s room, softly calling out. [From Paris to Rome: Thirty-Eight, A Special Relationship 3] Both Long Yu and Ye Ye were startled, neither expecting this turn of events… They exchanged an awkward smile, and Long Yu’s little brother had already surrendered in defeat… Frustrated, Long Yu flipped over and lay beside Ye Ye, “What’s the matter? Mom!” he asked harshly towards the door, where his mother seldom visited this villa! Why did she appear so early today? It was infuriating, especially at such a critical moment! Ye Ye suddenly felt a sense of relief, mixed with regret and contradiction… She couldn’t quite define her own feelings…
“Yu, mom has something to tell you, come downstairs, I’ll be waiting in the living room!” Aunt Long San said.
“Got it, mom!” Still harsh, Long Yu’s desire and anger were fiercely intertwined. He couldn’t understand why his mother would come at such a time…
“Kid, why are you so harsh with mom this early in the morning? Were you getting cozy with some girl?” Aunt Long San seemed to sense Long Yu’s unfriendly tone, puzzled, she knocked again. Ye Ye shivered, quickly gesturing for Long Yu not to let Aunt Long San know she was there. Long Yu nodded, stealing a kiss on her lips, which provoked Ye Ye to playfully beat on him. Long Yu smirked, “Mom, stop knocking, go downstairs and wait! I’ll be right there!” Then he heard Aunt Long San’s footsteps descending.
Long Yu, looking at the relieved Ye Ye, chuckled, “Why does it feel like we’re teenagers sneaking around? Afraid the parents will find out?”
“Annoying, hurry up, or your mom will knock again!” Ye Ye pushed against Long Yu’s chest, urging him to get up.
“Such a pity, baby, just a little bit more, I was already a quarter in…” Long Yu’s tone was full of regret, his large hand caressing Ye Ye’s garden, kneading repeatedly: “So tight, if it were real… it would be wonderful… I’m really looking forward to it…” Ye Ye shivered, feeling a warm current sinking, she quickly slapped his naughty hand away, “Get lost, you pervert, what quarter, eighth, tight or not! Go away!”
