Many children, many blessings; leading female trainees in wilderness survival.

Qin Wan remained silent.

She leaned against the back of the car, head down, fingers clutching the hem of her leather skirt.

Her black lace top accentuated her slightly heaving chest, and her breathing was a little more rapid than usual.

She was restraining herself.

She restrained herself from looking up at Ye Xiao, so that he wouldn't see the emotions in her eyes.

Because if she looked up, she was afraid she wouldn't be able to help but ask, "Choose me? Why don't you choose me?"

But she couldn't say it.

She is seven years older than Liu Yun.

She was Lin Chen's mother, and she didn't have Liu Yun's confident courage.

So she remained silent, using silence to conceal the bitterness and resentment surging in her heart.

……

Qin Wan closed her eyes, her thoughts involuntarily drifting back to that summer half a year ago.

It was a Saturday afternoon, and Lin Chen said he was going to play basketball at school with his classmates.

Qin Wan didn't take it seriously; Lin Chen often went out to play ball, and she was used to it.

It was an extremely hot day.

She woke up from her afternoon nap, covered in sweat, and groggily grabbed her pajamas and went to the bathroom.

The thin silk pajamas I was wearing were ones I bought myself for my birthday last year.

A tank top, low neck, and length just past the thigh—perfect for staying cool at home.

She assumed Lin Chen and his classmates were still playing basketball outside, and that she was home alone, so she didn't think much of it and went out with a bath towel.

At the other end of the corridor, the bathroom light was on, the door was ajar, and the sound of running water could be heard.

Qin Wan was stunned for a moment.

She assumed her son, Lin Chen, had come home early and was taking a shower.

She went over and knocked on the door.

Before she could speak, the door was opened from the inside.

Ye Xiao walked out shirtless, his hair wet, water droplets running down his muscular chest, the lines of his abdominal muscles particularly clear under the warm yellow light.

He clearly thought it was Lin Chen knocking on the door, so he wasn't on guard at all.

Completely naked.

Water droplets dripped from his soaked hair, running down his collarbone, chest muscles, and abdominal muscles, disappearing into…

He looked up and saw Qin Wan.

Both of them froze.

"Aunt Qin... Aunt Qin." Ye Xiao's voice was a little tight, and his ears quickly turned red.

He frantically tried to cover up his private parts.

Qin Wan opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Her gaze involuntarily slid downwards.

Just for a moment.

But it is enough.

My mind went blank, with only one thought remaining—

Lin Chen's classmate has grown up so much?

No, it's not just big.

Yes……

She abruptly turned her face away, her voice dry as if squeezed from her throat: "I...I thought it was Chenchen."

Then she turned around and practically fled back to her room.

The bath towel fell on the floor, but she didn't pick it up.

The moment she closed the door, her heart pounded as if it would jump out of her throat.

She leaned against the door, covering her burning face with her hands, but the image was etched into her mind...

A young body, strong muscles, water droplets sliding down the lines, and that…

She shook her head violently, trying to banish the image from her mind.

She was seventeen years older than him.

She is Lin Chen's mother.

She shouldn't have any inappropriate thoughts.

But after that, that image kept appearing in her dreams.

Sometimes it's a replay of the scene at the bathroom door, and sometimes it's something even more outrageous—a scene she would never think of when she's sober.

Every time she woke up from that dream, she would sit on the edge of the bed in a daze for a long time, then take a cold shower and tell herself in the mirror: Qin Wan, wake up.

But she couldn't regain consciousness.

She subconsciously began to inquire about Ye Xiao.

Every time Lin Chen mentions "Xiao Xiao", her ears perk up.

She started paying attention to her clothes. Before, she would just throw on a T-shirt at home, but now she would think—what if Ye Xiao came to the house?

Later, when she heard that Ye Xiao's driving school was having an event, she started organizing it in the mothers' group.

It wasn't because she was enthusiastic.

It was because she wanted a reason to appear openly and legitimately in front of Ye Xiao.

Learning to drive is just a pretext.

Seeing him is the real thing.

……

Qin Wan heard Ye Xiao's voice; it wasn't loud, but it was very steady.

She heard him say, "Aunt Yun and I have already discussed it," and she heard him say, "For the team, for survival."

It's been agreed upon.

Qin Wan repeated those four words in her mind, her lips twitching slightly, unsure whether she wanted to laugh or cry.

She heard Ye Xiao say, "Could you ladies please look around and see if there are any usable supplies?" and he also said, "Don't go too far, be careful."

Then she heard the sound of the car door opening and closing.

"Bang."

Qin Wan didn't know how she got away from the car...

……

inside the car.

The light was dim, with only the orange-red twilight filtering through the car windows casting an ambiguous warm hue over everything.

Liu Yun leaned back in her chair, the zipper of her top fully unzipped, revealing a black tight-fitting tank top.

Thin shoulder straps hung on her rounded shoulders, the neckline was very low, and the fabric clung to every inch of her body's curves, outlining her full figure and slender waist.

She tilted her head slightly, letting her long, loose hair fall to one side, revealing her neckline and collarbone on the other side.

Then she reached out and gently grasped Ye Xiao's wrist.

The movements were slow, even carrying a nonchalant ease.

Her fingertips were slightly cool and soft to the touch, like a snake silently coiling around me.

Ye Xiao's breath hitched, and the muscles in his arm tensed, but he didn't pull back.

Liu Yun took his hand and slowly placed it on her chest.

Her palm covered the back of his hand, allowing him to feel the heartbeat beneath that softness.

Her eyelashes drooped down, casting a small fan-shaped shadow under her eyes.

His lips were slightly parted, but no sound came out. His breathing became a little deeper and slower, as if he was savoring something.

Ye Xiao's fingers unconsciously tightened.

Liu Yun's lips curved slightly, the curve so subtle it was almost imperceptible, but the light in her eyes changed, transforming from composure into a more intimate satisfaction that only the two of them could understand.

She took his hand and slowly slid it down from his chest.

Fingertips traced the lace along the edge of the camisole, across the ribcage, and over the softest patch of skin on the side of the waist.

Her body undulated slightly with his fingers, like the surface of water ruffled by the wind, each touch creating a small ripple.

Her breathing finally became heavier, and a very soft sound, like a sigh or a hum, escaped from the tip of her nose.

"Go further down..." Her voice was low, as if it were overflowing from the depths of her throat, carrying a languid, unhurried charm.

Ye Xiao's fingers touched the edge of her waistband.

Liu Yun slightly raised her waist, allowing his fingers to probe in a little.

Her gaze never left his face; her pupils reflected the twilight light, sparkling as if they were filled with water.

"Help me take it off," she said.

Ye Xiao hooked his fingers around her waistband and pulled her down.

His movements were somewhat clumsy; his knuckles brushed against her hip bone and the rolled-up edge of her halter top.

Liu Yun chuckled softly, the sound coming from her nose with a hint of doting affection.

It's like an older sister watching over a younger brother who isn't very familiar with the place.

She lifted her hips to match his movements.

The casual pants were pulled down to the knees, revealing black hot pants underneath.

Extremely short, extremely tight, with very little fabric.

The trouser legs clung tightly to the top of the thighs, leaving a faint mark that made the skin of the thighs appear even whiter and more delicate.

The hot pants have serrated lace trim, subtly revealing a darker color underneath.

Below the hot pants are large areas of bare, smooth thighs.

Black fishnet stockings extend from above the knee to the toes, with a fine mesh that clings tightly to the shapely lines of the legs.

……