Starting Off By Confessing To My Classmate's Mother

Fang Zhiya's mind was in turmoil.

Men and women should maintain proper distance...

"This isn't appropriate, Xiaoyan…" she finally said, her voice soft yet firm. "Auntie holding your hand isn't right. In the future, you'll find a girlfriend to hold hands with."

Yet as soon as the words left her mouth, worry crept into her thoughts.

What if Xiaoyan, driven by curiosity about such matters, ends up doing something reckless or worse, illegal? Wouldn't that make me partially responsible for not guiding him properly?

"I understand, Aunt Fang," Li Zhiyan replied, lowering his head slightly. "I shouldn't have made such a request. I was just curious… curious about what a woman's hand feels like."

His sincerity tugged at Fang Zhiya's heartstrings. Looking at him, so sensible yet seemingly burdened by a youthful longing, she couldn't help but feel conflicted.

Time ticked by as they silently sipped on the sweet, chilled mung bean soup. It no longer tasted as refreshing as it had moments ago. After what felt like an eternity, Fang Zhiya took a deep breath and made a decision.

"Xiaoyan," she said hesitantly, "Auntie will let you hold my hand for a moment… but only because you've never held a woman's hand before. This is just to satisfy your curiosity."

Her voice grew softer. "But remember, this doesn't mean you can think about doing inappropriate things. And absolutely, under no circumstances, can you break the law. Understand?"

Li Zhiyan had already resigned himself to not pressing the matter further. After all, asking someone as traditional as Aunt Fang for such a favor was akin to reaching for the stars.

But hearing her agree left him pleasantly surprised.

"Aunt Fang," he said with a small smile, "then… I'll hold your hand now."

Sliding his chair closer, he reached out and gently took Fang Zhiya's hand in his.

At that moment, Fang Zhiya felt as though her face might burst into flames. Her heart pounded wildly, and she couldn't count how many times she'd blushed today. The sensation of having her hand held by a man—a sensation she hadn't experienced in years—felt overwhelming.

She stiffened, bracing herself against the unexpected intimacy.

Li Zhiyan, on the other hand, was mesmerized by the softness of her hands. Her smooth, delicate skin felt so different from his own. Almost instinctively, he began to massage her fingers, kneading them gently as though trying to soothe away any tension.

"Aunt Fang, your hands are so soft," he said, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "I could get used to this feeling. It's comforting."

Fang Zhiya swallowed hard, trying to maintain her composure. "Xiaoyan… this… this is only to educate you during your adolescence. Don't read too much into it."

As he continued to massage her hand, Fang Zhiya felt an undeniable relief spread through her palm, the aches of overwork ebbing away under his skilled touch.

"You're really good at this," she murmured, surprised by how relaxed she felt. "Your massage technique is amazing."

Li Zhiyan grinned. "Aunt Fang, if you ever feel uncomfortable or in pain, just let me know. I'll help you feel better."

Fang Zhiya hesitated. Her lower back had been sore from standing too long at her food stall lately. But thinking of him massaging her waist… she quickly dismissed the thought.

"No, that's enough," she said firmly, regaining some semblance of her usual demeanor. "Are you done yet?"

"Not quite."

Li Zhiyan didn't want to let go just yet. "Aunt Fang, this is my first time holding a woman's hand. How can I be satisfied with such a short time? Let me hold it a little longer… please?"

Despite herself, Fang Zhiya found it hard to refuse. "Fine," she relented with a sigh. "But just for a little while longer. And keep in mind, you can't cross the line, especially if any customers come by."

Her heart raced uncontrollably. What am I doing? Allowing a young man to hold my hand under the pretense of teaching him about adolescence? Have I completely lost my sense of propriety?

But she reassured herself: It's better this way than letting his curiosity lead him astray or into trouble.

"Aunt Fang," Li Zhiyan said suddenly, "can you touch my face? I've never felt what it's like to have a woman touch my face either."

Before she could respond, he guided her hand to his cheek. The warmth of her palm against his skin made him feel a sense of calm and comfort.

"Your hand feels so warm and soft," he murmured. "It's… nice."

Fang Zhiya froze, guilt and shame crashing over her like a tidal wave. A small part of her couldn't deny that she enjoyed the innocent intimacy, but she quickly pushed such thoughts aside. What's wrong with me? How can I have such improper thoughts? I must reflect on this tonight.

Before she could say anything, the arrival of new customers interrupted their private moment.

"Aunt Fang, two bowls of noodles, please!"

Fang Zhiya pulled her hand back as if burned. "Alright, Xiaoyan. That's enough. You've had your moment. And remember, you must never tell anyone about this."

Li Zhiyan nodded, his expression serious. "Don't worry, Aunt Fang. I won't say a word."

But before they could return to business as usual, a group of thuggish-looking men strolled up to the stall.

"Well, well, Mrs. Liu," the leader sneered, a cigarette dangling from his lips. "You've been doing pretty well here, haven't you? Don't you think it's time to repay that million your husband owes us?"

The menace in their tone made Li Zhiyan's blood boil. He hated nothing more than bullies who preyed on others' misfortune.

The thugs continued, their voices dripping with malice. "You wouldn't want anything to happen to your dear husband in prison, would you? Pay up now, and we might reconsider how we treat him."

Li Zhiyan clenched his fists, his fury barely contained. These scumbags think they can walk all over us?

Standing tall, he took a step forward, his piercing gaze locking onto the men. "If you're looking for trouble, you've come to the wrong place."

The thugs hesitated. There was something about the young man's confidence, his aura, that made them uneasy.

But Li Zhiyan wasn't done. His fists itched for action. Today's a good day to remind these lowlifes what happens when you mess with the wrong person.

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