NOVEL NEXT 44. Aunt Song Xijuan
Tianlong is neither fat nor thin but rather robust and muscular. He inherited the fair and snow-white skin from his sister-in-law, Lin Huiyin, and Song Xijuan feels fortunate that he didn't take after his father, Liang Rukang, who is too refined and gentle. Instead, Tianlong possesses a handsome and masculine charm, which undoubtedly comes from his mother's genes. Lin Huiyin had more of the characteristics of a strong and independent woman, and they say boys take after their mothers, which seems to be true in this case.
At the same time, Tianlong also inherited some traits from his father. Although Liang Rukang occasionally finds his temperament a bit hot-blooded and his physique too muscular, in Aunt Song Xijuan's eyes, he still carries the gentle and considerate qualities of his father. Due to their aunt-nephew relationship, especially since the tragic car accident that claimed her son Tianfeng's life last year, Tianlong has been exceptionally understanding and supportive, accompanying them through their toughest times. Song Xijuan is aware that her daughter-in-law, Qin Keqing, is young, only 22 years old, and quite attractive. Even with their daughter Xiaoyu, there will surely be many men interested in her. She fears that if Qin Keqing were to remarry, she wouldn't be able to bear such a blow again. That's why for the past six months, Song Xijuan has been eagerly anticipating Tianlong's graduation and return. She has a unique idea in mind—she hopes Tianlong can help her retain her daughter-in-law, Qin Keqing, and in turn, keep her beloved granddaughter Xiaoyu with them. After all, Xiaoyu is the only flesh and blood left by her late son, Tianfeng.
Although Qin Keqing, the daughter-in-law, is three years older than Tianlong, that age gap is negligible. As the saying goes, "Three years older, a woman carries a golden brick!" Moreover, the fact that Qin Keqing has been married and has children is not a big deal either. As long as Tianlong and Qin Keqing have mutual affection for each other, there shouldn't be any problem. Aunt Song Xijuan genuinely feels that Tianlong and Qin Keqing seem to like each other, and she believes in a woman's intuition, which is usually quite accurate.
However, at this moment, Song Xijuan realizes that her nephew's qualities match the subconscious fantasies she has had in her dreams over the past two years: handsome, sunny, gentle, and muscular. In this instant, Song Xijuan feels that her gaze upon her naked nephew, Tianlong, is a bit unsettling.
Facing Tianlong's naked body, Song Xijuan feels her heart beating faster, and her breath becomes hot. An unfamiliar feeling starts to unfold and grow within her, making her feel less confident. The sleeping nephew appears to her as a blazing fire, ready to ignite her. Her cheeks start to feel warm, and her ample bosom rises and falls with her breath, seeming to swell. Anxious, she covers Tianlong's nudity with the wet towel, averting her gaze from the disturbing sight. She tries to dispel the peculiar emotions stirring within her.
"No! This is my nephew! How can I have such thoughts about him? It's too embarrassing!" Song Xijuan tried her best to suppress her shy thoughts, but she still couldn't help but gaze at her nephew's muscular body naked body. Her heart started to beat faster and began to throb.
"My nephew is becoming more and more handsome!... No! I can't look at him like that! Not even for a glance!" Song Xijuan held her head with her hands, feeling conflicted inside. Suddenly, a faint odor of sweat, typical of a young man, reached her nose. It was coming from the shorts and vest that her nephew Tianlong had taken off. Song Xijuan couldn't help but stare at Tianlong's shorts, feeling an urge to secretly pick them up and take a sniff.
"What am I thinking? It's so embarrassing!" Song Xijuan tried hard to control her impulses, her face flushing with embarrassment. "How could I, as an aunt, suddenly have such indescribable thoughts about my nephew? Is it the stimulating masculine scent on his clothes? Or is it because I hope he can keep Keqing, and wish for a forbidden love relationship to happen between my nephew and my daughter-in-law, leading to these unsettling feelings? Or is it because of his big thing? Regardless, how could I ever stoop to such disgraceful thoughts!"
Song Xijuan supported her body with one hand, sitting sideways on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed. She then gazed at her nephew Lin Tianlong's well-defined and handsome profile. The slender nostrils of Lin Tianlong moved with each breath, adding to his masculine charm. His side view revealed a pair of sharp eyebrows, emphasizing his attractiveness, making him captivating to look at. Watching her handsome and elegant nephew, Song Xijuan couldn't help but be entranced and lost in her thoughts. She couldn't suppress the idea that in the future, many beautiful women would be able to enjoy the love and affection of this handsome, elegant, strong, and fit young man, while she, as his aunt, was destined to only watch him from afar.
Song Xijuan continued to silently gaze, lost in her thoughts.
Unnoticed, a damp towel slipped off, revealing a close proximity to his hair, and the sensation of softness and warmth expanded within her fingertips. Lin Tianlong's heavy breathing and the subtle atmosphere of intimacy filled the room, spreading gradually.
At this moment, Song Xijuan felt infatuated and intoxicated. A tingling sensation unexpectedly surged between her legs, causing her to shift her body slightly. Her legs changed position, crossing each other, and she gently rubbed them together, finding some relief from the itch. She couldn't help but complain to herself about how she could have such feelings at this time, completely disregarding the fact that her hand was unconsciously touching her nephew Lin Tianlong's manhood.
"Ah... Aunt... You've been wronged..."
In his deep slumber, Lin Tianlong let out an unconscious groan. Like a thunderbolt descending from the sky, it struck directly at the softest part of Song Xijuan's heart, which had been deeply affected by days of worry, concern, and distress. In his dreamlike state, Tianlong didn't call for his father, Liang Rukang, nor did he call for his mother, Lin Huiyin. Instead, he called out to his aunt, vividly remembering her comforting words, patient persuasion, and caring attentiveness during the most difficult two months last year.
"Tianlong... Aunt is here... What's wrong with you?"
Looking at her nephew Lin Tianlong, who was clearly still unconscious, Song Xijuan's heart tightened. What should she do?
"Tianlong... Wake up, don't scare Aunt anymore, Tianlong... Wake up, oh... ah..."
She shook him forcefully, patting Lin Tianlong's body, but there was no response from him. Song Xijuan could no longer hold back, feeling that she couldn't bear the successive burdens of worry, concern, and distress any longer. She collapsed on top of her nephew Lin Tianlong, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Tianlong... Wake up... Do you know... mmm... how worried Aunt is right now... mmm... if you don't wake up, how am I going to explain to your parents?"
Amidst choked sobs, Song Xijuan tightly embraced her unconscious nephew Lin Tianlong's naked body, kissing his handsome face, expressing her grievances.
Gently caressing Lin Tianlong's face, Song Xijuan lightly kissed his nose and eyebrows. Through tearful eyes and a dazed mind, she gazed at her nephew's handsome face, feeling that his image was becoming blurred.
A dream-like feeling emerged before her eyes, as if the Lin Tianlong in her eyes was still the little child who used to cling to her thighs, turning his head around her abdomen, calling for Aunt to hold and kiss him in a tender and affectionate voice. He was the same child who used to splash water with her during bath time with Tianfeng, insisting on washing together with Aunt to smell nice. He was also the child who, when scolded or punished by his parents for making mistakes, would turn around and hide in Aunt's arms, crying softly, pretending to be pitiful, and seeking Aunt's affectionate care.
A strange and heartwarming feeling rapidly spread in Song Xijuan's heart. At this moment, Aunt felt a sense of spiritual relaxation, a profound sense of ease. She felt that the bed where she embraced her nephew Lin Tianlong was a small world, belonging to both herself and Lin Tianlong.
At that moment, calls and footsteps came from outside, "Tianlong Brother" "Tianlong Brother," and it was Liang Xiaolu and Cai Linlin, the two beautiful girls, hurrying over upon hearing the news.
Song Xijuan hastily got up, and the two girls rushed to the bedside, their eyes brimming with tears as they looked at the unconscious Lin Tianlong. They looked up at Song Xijuan with a pitiful expression and asked, "Aunt, is Tianlong Brother alright? Why hasn't he woken up yet?"
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Several crabapple blossoms were blooming enchantingly, gradually transforming into delicate and soft purple-red flowers. Colorful butterflies danced and fluttered among the branches and flowers, while slender bees buzzed around, creating a vibrant and vivid scene that filled the entire courtyard with the charm of spring. Qin Keqing heard Liang Xiaolu and Cai Linlin rushing over, probably having already alarmed her uncle and aunt. She hurriedly went outside the bedroom. Although she had diagnosed Tianlong just now and found no serious issues or life-threatening conditions, upon hearing the sobbing of Liang Xiaolu and Cai Linlin, and thinking about Tianlong's heroic sacrifice to protect her and the clinic, she couldn't control herself and shed tears again.
Inside the bedroom, the soft light created a tranquil atmosphere. In a corner, a bronze censer with dragon ear-shaped handles emitted a faint fragrance of sandalwood, occasionally accompanied by a light crackling sound. The surroundings became even more serene. Lin Tianlong lay peacefully with closed eyes, but in a daze, he felt uncomfortable and couldn't help but let out a groan, his arm lightly rising...
"Ah, his eyes moved, he's waking up, waking up! Brother Tianlong is awake!" When Tianlong slowly opened his eyes, he heard a sweet and melodious childlike voice, resembling the tinkling of silver bells, ringing in his ears. Surprisingly, the intense pain that had been tearing through his body seemed to gradually subside.
"Linyin, don't disturb Brother Tianlong..." Tianlong then heard a gentle, wise, and motherly voice softly reprimanding.
When Tianlong fully opened his eyes, he saw Liang Xiaolu and Cai Linlin, two lively, adorable, and extraordinary little girls before him.
These two, Liang Xiaolu and Cai Linlin, are one year older than the other. They both have rosy little faces and are wearing light green skirts resembling willow leaves. Their white arms and delicate wrists, resembling lotus roots, are exposed. Those four slender little hands are now touching him randomly...
Cute younger sister and cousin. Tianlong was about to raise his hand to touch those tender little hands, but he saw a pair of fair arms reaching over, gently pushing away the two playful girls.
Liang Xiaolu and Cai Linlin were not afraid at all, they didn't even bother to wipe away the tears in the corners of their eyes, and giggled continuously, making funny faces at Tianlong. "Big Brother Tianlong is pretending to be dead, not shy at all..."
Outside the bedroom, Qin Keqing finally let out a sigh of relief, patting her chest as she wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, and happily giggled.
"Alright! Xiaolu and Linlin, stop bothering Big Brother Tianlong!" Liang Xiaolu and Cai Linlin playfully walked out. Tianlong turned his head and focused his gaze, carefully looking at the woman. A sigh welled up in his heart.
It seems that his aunt rushed back as soon as she received the call, she didn't even have time to change out of her office uniform...
His aunt should be in her forties, still a very charming and beautiful woman. In her sky-blue office uniform, her breasts were prominent, her waist slender like a willow, and her well-rounded and plump buttocks were snugly encased in the knee-length skirt, revealing two delicate and snow-white feet from under the hem. She wore black sheer stockings that complemented the milky white high heels, giving her an air of elegance and grace.