When I arrived at the meeting spot, Lu Yiyi was already waiting there. The moment she saw Annuo, her eyes widened, and she pulled me aside, whispering, "Why did you bring her again?"
I replied helplessly, "It wasn't my idea. She insisted on tagging along."
Lu Yiyi pouted, clearly unhappy. "It's no fun with her around."
"Let's just pretend she doesn't exist and do our own thing," I suggested.
Lu Yiyi muttered under her breath, "How can we ignore such a glaring third wheel?"
"Just don't pay attention to her," I said, not in the mood to explain further, and tugged her forward.
Annuo followed naturally behind us like a little tail, not bothering us for the moment.
I accompanied Lu Yiyi as we wandered around the mall, browsing without buying anything, then sat in a cold drink shop for a while. Finally, we debated whether to watch a movie or go to karaoke.
I suggested watching a movie, but she wanted to go to KTV. Just as we were stuck in a disagreement, Annuo chimed in, "Last time, the three of us watched a movie together. Why don't we go sing at KTV this time?"
We both shot her sidelong glances. "Who said it was the three of us?" I snapped. "Stop trying to steal the spotlight."
Then I turned to Lu Yiyi. "Let's go with your idea and sing."
Lu Yiyi huffed, pouting angrily. "I don't want to sing anymore."
"Then let's watch a movie."
"I don't want to watch a movie either."
"What do you want to do, then?"
"I want to go home."
With that, Lu Yiyi turned and started to leave. I quickly grabbed her arm and coaxed, "Don't take it out on her. She's just a weirdo."
Lu Yiyi frowned anxiously. "But she can't keep tagging along every time we go out, can she?"
"It was just a coincidence this time. She cornered me at my doorstep. I promise, just this once."
Lu Yiyi lowered her head, fidgeting silently.
I leaned close to her ear and whispered mysteriously, "If you don't want to sing or watch a movie, I know a great place. Want to go?"
Lu Yiyi blinked curiously. "What place?"
"My place," I said with a grin.
Lu Yiyi froze for a moment before suddenly understanding, her face flushing red. "You're always thinking about those inappropriate things," she scolded.
I whispered, "How is that inappropriate? Even Confucius said, 'Food and sex are human nature.' It's a basic desire. Let's find a restaurant first, have a good meal, then head back to my place. You know, 'When well-fed and warm, thoughts turn to pleasure.'"
Lu Yiyi shot me a glance. "Is that all you ever think about? Can't you focus on your studies?"
"Then after dinner, come back with me, and we'll study together?"
Lu Yiyi rolled her eyes and stayed silent.
"You're starting school soon, and who knows how long you'll be gone. Don't you want to?" I whispered seductively in her ear.
"I don't want to at all!" Lu Yiyi said firmly, then glanced back at Annuo. "What about her?"
"Don't worry about her. We'll find a way to shake her off later. No way she's coming home with us."
Lu Yiyi muttered, "It's so strange. She's already torn your family apart, so she should have achieved her goal. Why is she still clinging to you?"
"Who knows? I already said she's just crazy."
We took out our phones, found a restaurant, and prepared to head over. Anuo came closer and asked, "Brother, are you going to have dinner?"
Without waiting for her to finish, I cut straight to the point: "If you want to come along, that's fine, but we're splitting the bill. You pay for your own share."
"I don't have any money."
"Then just watch from the side."
"I can help you..."
Seeing her raise her hand and make a jerking-off gesture, I quickly pressed her little hand down and said urgently, "Forget it, forget it. Since you're somewhat related to me, I'll treat you."
"Thank you, brother." Anuo grinned brightly.
Lu Yiyi asked in confusion, "What does that mean?"
"It doesn't mean anything." I quickly made an excuse: "She's just a little troublemaker. I'm afraid she'll cause trouble for us, so let her come along."
Lu Yiyi looked at me suspiciously but didn't say anything.
We got up and headed to the reserved restaurant. Anuo followed behind us with her hands behind her back, leisurely looking around. Not far along, her expression suddenly changed, and she turned and ran.
Lu Yiyi and I looked back at her retreating figure, both puzzled, not knowing what had happened. Just then, a man's voice called out from not far ahead: "Anuo, stop right there."
Following the voice, I saw a thin man in his fifties, wearing glasses and with a scruffy beard, quickly approaching.
The man looked familiar. I thought carefully for a moment and suddenly remembered—he seemed to be Anuo's uncle. Last time at Anuo's house, I had fought with him.
Even though I hated Anuo right now, the thought of her being abused by her uncle made my blood boil.
I reached out to block his path. Anuo's uncle abruptly stopped, staring at me blankly before also remembering. He asked sharply, "What do you want? Looking for another fight?"
"If it's a fight you want, then let's fight. Who's afraid of who?" I had been feeling frustrated these past few days and didn't know who to vent on.
Lu Yiyi tugged at me from the side and whispered, "What are you doing?"
I pushed her aside and said quietly, "Stay out of this."
Anuo's uncle frowned tightly, looking at me with confusion. "What's wrong with you, kid?"
"You're the one with the problem. At your age, bullying a little girl with no parents."
"What are you talking about?"
I had been in a bad mood lately and was looking for a chance to vent. I didn't want to argue with him anymore, so I simply assumed a fighting stance and waved him over. "Enough talk. Come on. Let's fight first and talk later."
Lu Yiyi tugged at me again, complaining, "You're causing trouble again! Can't you just calm down?"
Anuo's uncle looked at me and gradually calmed down instead. He asked, "You're Anuo's half-brother, right?"
I wasn't surprised that he knew who I was. After what happened last time, my mother must have talked to him.
"I know you too. You're Anuo's uncle, right?"
The man nodded and said to me, "Tell An Nuo when you see her, ask her to find some time to come home." He sighed. "Her grandmother misses her a lot. Tell her to go back and visit."
"Miss her? Haven't they tormented her enough already?"
An Nuo's uncle frowned, annoyed. "You child, how dare you speak to your elders like that?"
I shot back, "And how do you behave as an elder, hitting a young girl all day long?"
"What are you talking about? When did I ever..." The man suddenly paused and asked, "An Nuo got hit again?"
Before I could reply, he grew anxious, clicking his tongue in frustration. "That woman, really..." He turned to me and said, "Tell An Nuo to come home when you see her. She's not answering my calls now."
With that, An Nuo's uncle stormed off angrily. I wanted to chase after him and get to the bottom of it, but Lu Yiyi grabbed me and asked, "What's going on?"
"How should I know? By the way, where's An Nuo?" I looked around but couldn't see her anywhere.
"She ran off a long time ago," Lu Yiyi replied. "Who was that man?"
"An Nuo's uncle." I briefly recounted the incident to her. After hearing it, Lu Yiyi shook her head. "Your wild little sister is just too mysterious."
I carefully thought over what had just happened and suddenly felt something was off. Although the man looked a bit fierce, he didn't seem like a particularly malicious person.
On second thought, all the talk about being abused by her uncle and grandmother came from An Nuo herself. She often mixes truth with lies, so you can't take everything she says at face value.
Although there had been some unexpected drama, at least it helped me shake off An Nuo's pestering.
Lu Yiyi and I went to the restaurant we had booked earlier for dinner. We had originally planned to go back to my rented place to indulge in some intimate time, but Aunt Rong called and summoned her away.
So... I was left frustrated again.
With no other choice, I headed home alone to enjoy my solitude.
By the time I reached the entrance of my apartment complex, it was already 8:30 p.m. I noticed a woman standing by the flower bed, her back turned to me. Her hair was tied up, and she wore a semi-transparent light blue shirt that faintly revealed a purple-red bra strap underneath. Her lower half was clad in a floral-print short skirt, and she had on a pair of black low-heeled sandals with laces.
She appeared to be a middle-aged woman, with a somewhat plump figure. Though her legs beneath the skirt were clad in flesh-colored stockings, they seemed a bit thick. However, her skin was strikingly pale—so pale it looked creamy, soft, and milky, exuding the allure of a mature woman. I imagined her chest must be quite ample.
Curious, I decided to get a better look and deliberately moved closer.
The woman was on the phone, speaking softly, "I didn't bring my keys. Come back early, okay?" Her voice was gentle, delicate, and scholarly, and it sounded somewhat familiar.
Pretending to take a stroll, I casually walked past her and glanced back. She looked to be around forty, with a round face and black-framed glasses. Her lips were as thin as cherry petals, and her chest was so full it strained against her shirt, as if two inflated balloons were stuffed inside.
I actually recognized this woman—she was our English teacher, Tang Juan.
Ms. Tang seemed to be talking to her husband on the phone. Though she looked a bit anxious, her tone remained soft and gentle.
"I've been waiting downstairs for ages, didn't even eat dinner. What have you been so busy with? Couldn't you have come back earlier?" The man's impatient voice came through the phone. Teacher Tang pursed her lips and sighed, "Alright, alright, you're busy, go ahead with your work."
After hanging up, Teacher Tang lowered her head in thought for a moment before finally noticing me. She stared at me for a bit, looking slightly surprised as she asked, "Ling Xiaodong?"
"Ah! It's me."
"What are you doing here?"
I smiled and pointed upstairs. "I live here."
"You live here?" Teacher Tang seemed skeptical. "How come I've never seen you before?"
I explained, "My mom just rented this place for me. It's close to school, so it's more convenient for commuting."
"Oh, that makes sense." Teacher Tang adjusted her glasses and nodded.
We weren't very familiar with each other to begin with, so once we fell silent, the atmosphere became a bit awkward. Remembering what she had said on the phone, I politely asked, "Teacher, did you forget your keys?"
"Hmm." Teacher Tang nodded gently.
"Well... would you like to come to my place and rest for a while?"
"No, no, I'll just wait downstairs for a bit." Teacher Tang smiled shyly and said, "I heard you're repeating a year of school. Time is precious, so you should hurry home and study. I won't bother you."
"Ah, it's no bother at all. You know my English grades are really poor. This is a perfect opportunity for you to give me some extra tutoring."
"Is that so..." Teacher Tang seemed tempted but still hesitated.
"It's settled then, let's go." Without further ado, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward the building entrance. Teacher Tang seemed caught off guard, her cheeks flushing slightly as she let me lead her forward.
Teacher Tang was the kind of teacher who was exceptionally gentle, rarely lost her temper, and seemed easy to take advantage of.
Fortunately, she taught a college entrance exam class, and most students knew how to study on their own, so they didn't give her too much trouble.
My English grades had always been poor, and Teacher Tang had mentioned helping me with after-class tutoring before, but last year was just too busy, and we never found the time.
Who would have thought that after moving here, I'd end up living in the same neighborhood as Teacher Tang? Whether it was a coincidence or "fate," I couldn't say.
Teacher Tang's wrist was smooth and round, her skin fair and tender, soft to the touch—it felt incredibly comfortable to hold. It wasn't until we reached the elevator that she gently pulled her hand away.
I led Teacher Tang to my apartment, turned on the lights, and said with a smile, "This is my temporary home. It's probably about the same size as yours, right?"
Teacher Tang looked around and nodded with a smile. "It's the same building, so the layout should be identical."
"Teacher, you haven't eaten yet, have you?"
"Ah!" Teacher Tang was taken aback for a moment before quickly waving her hands. "It's fine, it's fine. Don't worry about me, just go study."
Worried she might feel awkward, I smiled and said, "Actually, I haven't eaten either. Why don't you wait in the living room for a bit? I'll have something ready soon."
I guided Teacher Tang to the sofa, poured her a glass of water, turned on the TV, and then headed to the kitchen to get busy.
Just as I was cooking porridge and stir-frying vegetables, Teacher Tang walked in, looking slightly surprised. "You know how to cook?"
"I learned from my dad."
"Never judge a book by its cover."
I smiled and asked, "What do you mean by that? Do I not look like someone who knows how to cook?"
Teacher Tang covered her mouth with a light laugh and nodded. "Indeed, you don't. You were quite mischievous at school, so it doesn't seem like you'd be the type to help with household chores."
"I didn't used to know how, but I've just started learning recently."
After a moment of silence, Teacher Tang said, "Let me help you."
"Oh, no need, no need! Please go back to the living room and rest. It'll be ready soon."
Teacher Tang insisted several times on helping, but I repeatedly declined. Eventually, she left the kitchen somewhat apologetically.
After about half an hour of work, I prepared a simple meal and set it on the coffee table. Teacher Tang seemed a bit reserved and hesitant to start eating. Only after I urged her several times did she cautiously take a bite.
"How does it taste?" I asked eagerly.
Teacher Tang pursed her lips into a faint smile. "It's a bit salty." Then she quickly added, "Actually, it's not too salty. I just prefer lighter flavors."
I wanted to say something more, but couldn't find a topic.
I'm usually quite outgoing and easy to get along with, but Teacher Tang seemed to have a certain magic about her that made people fall silent.
We finished dinner quietly. Teacher Tang insisted on cleaning up the dishes, then glanced at the time and said, "It's getting late. I should head back."
I figured her husband hadn't returned yet and that she was just feeling awkward about staying too long at a student's home, so I persuaded her, "It's only 9:30. I usually study until midnight before going to bed. Didn't you always say you wanted to help me with extra tutoring? Today's a perfect opportunity."
At this, Teacher Tang no longer refused. She followed me to the bedroom and sat at the desk, helping me with English tutoring.
From time to time, I stole glances at Teacher Tang. Whether in terms of figure or appearance, she was far from my mother. She seemed slightly plump overall, but what stood out were her ample breasts, full hips, and fair, smooth skin.
Her skin was as white as milk, but unlike the firm, delicate texture of a young girl's, it was soft and supple, as if you could squeeze water out of it.
Dressed in light, airy clothing, large patches of her fair, tender skin were exposed, giving her a distinctly voluptuous appearance.
Her breasts beneath her blouse were heavy and full; her hips were plump and rounded. The calves beneath her skirt were fleshy yet still long and well-proportioned.
Teacher Tang's face was round like a full moon, with clear eyes, a small and cute nose, and thin lips.
Whether due to her plumpness or a natural baby face, even in middle age, she gave off a somewhat childlike, innocent illusion.
To be honest, Teacher Tang wasn't a beauty—just an ordinary middle-aged woman with a conservative style of dress. Back in school, I had fantasized about many female teachers, but I'd never really paid attention to Teacher Tang.
However, observing her up close today, she gave me a very special feeling. Her aura and scent were similar to my mother's—the distinct fragrance of a mature woman, like musk.
The summer heat made it easy to sweat, and combined with her body warmth, the scent was rich and intense, filled with a hormonal allure that stirred certain thoughts in me.
About half an hour later, Teacher Tang received a call from her husband, saying he was already home and urging her to return quickly.
After giving me some study advice, Teacher Tang headed home.
Though she had left, the scent she left behind in the room lingered for a long time.
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